She frowned, disturbed by how much his withdrawal bothered her. "No, I don't mean that. I mean... you know... going further. I know that you're probably doing all kinds of wild things with your other women, and that frightened me, that you wouldn't be interested in me because I'm not ready for all that. Now I'm thinking it could be a good thing; it's like a built-in brake on that slippery slope."
He found this line of thinking very hopeful. "You think?" He brought his hands back to her rack and cupped the sensitive undersides again. She seemed to go ga-ga whenever he did that.
Why is it that when he touches me there, I can feel it in my clit? It doesn't make any sense! That never happens when I touch myself there, which makes even less sense. She shivered lustily, but somehow still forced herself to focus. She couldn't believe she was having such a serious conversation while on the brink of orgasm.
She replied, "I know. I mean, it's one thing to kiss. And maybe go a little beyond that. I'm not completely averse to sliding down the slope some more." She winked at him. She brought a hand around to his front and provocatively ran it up his chest. "But when I think about... sex." Her blush came back with a vengeance as her hand dropped away. "You know, full-on sex. I'm soooo not ready for that. Months and months from now, I think I still won't be ready for that."
Ironically, even though she was contradicting her own thoughts, she was being mostly honest. It was an issue of time scale. She wanted more, much more, but she wanted to take things very slowly.
As she explained all this, she had visions of his big erection. She couldn't see it under the bubbling water, since they'd settled deeper into the tub to protect themselves against the increasingly cold night air, but she could easily recall it pressing against her skin earlier, along with the obscene bulge it created in his swimsuit. Adding to her arousal and alarm was the memory of seeing it in its full naked glory at the beach the day before.
The idea of that humongous monster fitting in her virginally tight vagina was truly frightening for her, and she wasn't ready for that anytime soon. She had great performance anxiety with penises in general. The thin fabric of his swimsuit was very important for her, psychologically. Ditto with her bikini bottoms. Had it not been for those she would have been in a panic about her large clit.
He smiled and said. "Well, then maybe there's hope for us after all. Actually, it's more like pushing the problem off to a later date, but I'm willing to take that risk."
"Me too!" Her heart soared.
"Well then." He grinned. Like her, he was secretly ecstatic.
Her eyes lit up and she smiled widely. She leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around him again. "So, with that out of the way... Can we kiss some more? Like, right now?"
He snaked a hand around her and dropped it down to her ass. "I like that idea, but what about the massages?"
She blushed at the memory of her recent "massage." I can't believe I'm acting so wanton, so shameless. I need to run far, far away from Alan and his huge cock! On the other hand... I just can't resist! Gaawwwd, he makes me feel so good! And now he's starting to knead my ass cheeks more than even before. No fair! That feels divine!
She exclaimed passionately, "Screw the massages! Your hands are all bandaged anyway. Come back tomorrow, and we can do more hot tubbing and kissing!" She scooted forward in the tub and boldly dropped her hands down to his ass cheeks. She added shyly, "And maybe massages, too."
He laughed, amused and pleased by her enthusiasm. "Okay. But remember, one downside to my loving all these women is that my time gets split up. I may hide some things so as to not hurt your feelings, but I don't want to lie to you. That's just an uncomfortable truth that exists. Also, I don't suppose you want people at school to know we're kissing and stuff."
"No. Good point," Christine conceded. She instantly grasped the ramifications of what could happen if it became widely known that goody-goody "Ice Queen" Christine was kissing Amy Pestridge's now quite notorious boyfriend, let alone what sort of retribution that might invite from Heather.
She continued, "That could be problematic. Although, I don't mind if Amy and Katherine know. They've been sort of supporting me and giving me good advice and confidence."
Where would I be without my sisters? he thought happily.
With his arms around her and exploring everywhere but her crotch, he added, "Okay, but what I'm thinking is that maybe we should just continue with our practice dates. Friends in school like before, but when we get together outside of school, once or twice a week, we can make it really special sometimes, like a fancy date."
"Okay! Sounds great, but don't forget the 'plus.' Practice dates, plus lots of kissing! Heck, maybe we should just call them real dates. I mean, that's what people do on real dates, right?"
Before he could reply, she raised herself up to put her nose within an inch of his. She tilted her head a tiny bit so she could bring her lips even closer. She leaned in and plastered her mammoth pillows against his bare chest, sending little shocks of pleasure from her sensitive nipples to places farther south. As she leaned in though, their hips came together too, fitting their bodies together in a way she didn't expect.
Suddenly, she felt his erection between her thighs, pressing up against her still heated mound. Her engorged clit was pressed directly against his rigid shaft, separated from it by only two thin layers of wet cloth. The intensity and power of the sensation just about blew her head off. Her heart turned over in her chest and started thumping madly. Her face heated and prickles broke out all over her body. She was so close to cumming that it was taking all her willpower to resist. She could easily picture herself screaming into his mouth as she wiggled wildly all over his stiff pole.
Christine, you idiot! she berated herself. How could you forget about that... THING?! It's not like it isn't obvious; it's been sticking out forever, like some kind of... I dunno, guitar neck! Or oil derrick! It's HUGE! Now what? Jesus! It feels so good. Everything's TINGLING! Alan, please, please, please don't move! I swear, if he moves an inch down there I'm going to cum again, so hard! I can't stand this; it's driving me CRAZY. Too intense!
She panted wildly. Oh, God, he's looking at me! Damn his sexy eyes! Look at him, the BEAST! He knows exactly where that giant schlong of his is, damn him! Rubbing, grinding, driving me crazy! Smug bastard, I'll bet he planned this! DAMMIT! I'm going to explode!
Actually, he hadn't planned it at all. He was quite surprised to find her nose nearly touching his face and her nearly naked body plastered so closely to his. He was shell-shocked and didn't know what to do. This was too close to real sex for him to feel comfortable. He wasn't rubbing, grinding, or even moving his overheated rod at all; the notion that he was shifting on her was just her fevered imagination getting carried away on a rising tide of lust.
But what worried him most of all was the fact that the tip of his erection had slipped free from his swimsuit, as it got caught between her thighs. So far, most of its length remained covered, so she remained clueless as to his exposure. But if there was any sliding back and forth, it was certain that his bared cockhead would make contact with her exposed thighs, and he worried she'd freak out about it. He remained stock still, uncertain of what to do. He was still trying hard to avoid touching her pussy or having her touch his cock, for fear of taking things too far.
Despite her thoughts blaming him, she knew this intimate contact was all because of her. Oh my God, what am I doing?! I'm acting like a total hussy. I should run. I should hide, but I can't. It feels too good! That THING! So HOT! Even in the water, it's like a bar of molten lava, burning my skin! I'm practically daring him to fuck me, tonight! Now what? Come on, Alan, DO something. The suspense is killing me. Oh, I can't STAND it!
She fought not to let her fear show, so instead grinned widely, hoping that she was making it hard for him to think, much less reply. "Yes? You were saying?"
She looked him in the eye daringly. She wondered, What am I daring him to do, exactly? Talk? Kiss? Have sex? Say something about where his dick is nestling? All of the above? What's with me?! She hadn't been this afraid since the very first time she stepped out on the mat in her dojo. Yet even though she was trembling in his arms, and panting like she'd just run a race, she swallowed hard and fought to maintain eye contact.
He was tempted, incredibly tempted, to give in completely to his urges. He would start by kissing her and rubbing his hard-on up and down all over her, allowing it to become completely uncovered. She'd climax again and again as he dry fucked her (if one could call it that, since their lower bodies were underwater). The more times she came, the more helpless she'd be to his further advances. But he still worried that he was walking into disaster, with her snooping ways and his incestuous secrets. The urge for him to cum, by rubbing his partially exposed erection against her inner thighs, was almost irresistible.
He thought, That would be good, but I know what would be ten times better. Just one blowjob. That's all I ask. She's climaxed a couple of times already; it's only fair I get off at least once, right? She can kneel on the ground next to the hot tub, and I'll stand there and slip my dick in between her sweet lips. Oh man! GOD that would feel good! I don't care if she's never done it before; it's time that she learns! Man! Sliding in and out, in and out, with her tongue, her busy tongue...
He clenched his PC muscle hard as he struggled mightily to hold back. Oh GOD! I need it! I need to squirt! To cum! To spurt my hot seed all over her face! Down her throat! The tight lips, the dancing tongue, but most of all, the sweet, sweet bliss of release! God, help me! That wouldn't change our relationship too much, would it? Just one measly little blowjob? One pearly facial? I mean, we've done so much tonight already...
It took great willpower, but he slowly pulled his hips back, until his erection was no longer pressing against her. Then he carefully reached down and readjusted his swimsuit, making sure to tuck all of his cock back inside it.
He sighed with relief at that, especially since she seemed none the wiser about his accidental exposure. However, their bodies were still molded together everywhere else, and with her lips only an inch or so from his, he was still nearly dizzy with need.
His heart was pumping almost dangerously fast. Fuck! I need to cum so bad that I want to cry. At least I should run off to the bathroom and take care of this boner. But I can't even do that, 'cos of Mom! It's like I'd be cheating on her, committing the "sin of Onan" and all that crap. Seriously, she'd be totally crushed if she found out, and I don't want any more secrets. Shit! Talk about ironic: Mom would totally love it if I fuck Christine and pump my load into her, but she'd have a hissy fit if I masturbate instead!
He stammered, "Um, I like all that, but, uh, maybe we should, uh, keep calling them practice dates though, since we want to keep, um, what we're really doing a secret at, uh, at school..."
She didn't try to disagree with him, mostly because she was so eager to lock lips with him again. She thought, Who cares what they're called, ultimately, as long as they involve a heck of a lot more of THIS?!
Besides, they both were too horny to keep talking coherently. So that was the end of the conversation for a while, as they lost themselves in the joys of making out.
While the kissing was as great as before, helped along by the fact that their bodies were wet and sliding all over each other, a part of Alan's brain was also busy thinking. Damn. That was sort of a devil's bargain. I think I handled that well and set things up great for the short term. But in the long term, it still really sucks! I'm totally setting myself up for heartbreak and disaster.
Man, if she finds out about the incest, I'm toast! She'd kick my ass. Literally! Even with all these latest confessions about Suzanne and everything, there's still such a huge gap between the moral Boy Scout type of person she thinks I am and the total horndog I've actually become. For instance, if she knew I was getting double and even triple blowjobs on a daily basis, she'd flip her lid.
Even without that, I just know I'm gonna end up falling in love with her more and more and more, and her with me. Then where will we be? We'll still be stuck. And her body! I'm already becoming addicted to it. It seriously needs to get fucked! God dammit, it would be a crime if I don't drill her hard, daily!
He tried to switch his thoughts from that forbidden topic. Glory? Now, Glory I could kind of see joining the harem, maybe, if I put my most optimistic rose-colored glasses on. Maybe she could have some kind of linkage to it, while keeping her independence. Emphasis on maybe. Maybe after a couple of years, if she's willing to move to Berkeley or wherever I end up going to college. She did come over for Thanksgiving, after all.
But Christine's a whole different matter. She's very moral and inflexible. My whole argument trying to justify polygamy went over like a lead balloon. And she gets jealous, even if she did manage to agree to what I'm doing on some intellectual level.
Nope. I'm screwed. All I can hope is some magical solution will fly out of my ass between now and when she's ready for sex. And that might end up being a lot sooner than she realizes. God knows she's taken to kissing like a fish to water. Then I'll be toast even faster. But, dammit, she's just too irresistible! I can't say no to this perfect body. And these tits!
His hands were already on her bare breasts, but he gave them an extra firm squeeze.
And this ass! He dropped his hands back into the water and gave her almost bare ass cheeks a good squeeze. And her insides, too. Even her spleen. He chuckled to himself at that. God, I love her! I don't just love her absurdly incredible and curvy body; I love HER! I love her mind. I love her smarts. I even love her temper. If there were some way I could solve this harem problem and marry her AND Amy, I'd do it in a heartbeat!