I didn't get to see Billy till Christmas. Yes, he was just miles away in Milwaukee, but it seems his schedule was so rough and I was so busy with chores, school and Four-H that I didn't have time to get to Milwaukee to visit him.
But Christmas was wonderful, as usual. More wonderful than most times because Billy brought a friend home for the holidays – Greg. They were roommates. Greg was the most beautiful hunk of manhood I had ever laid eyes on and I was captivated on first sight. I didn't make the mistake of "falling in love" at first sight, as I had that night on the road, but rather I just let Greg's charm grow on me till I found myself imagining sleeping nestled in his arms. I was jealous that Billy got to spend most of his days and nights with him.
Our Christmas Eve celebration was a happy one, with the family gathered, including Grandmother and Grandfather, everyone giving and receiving presents, the tree glowing in the corner of the living room, the snow falling outside. Mother made a delicious traditional meal and we all said prayers and then opened our gifts.
I got many nice things, but the special present was a tiny gold locket from Billy.
His picture was in there next to mine. I still wear it today.
Later that evening, we all piled into Dad's car and drove to the little church and attended midnight mass. We got home at two in the morning and sat around drinking hot cider and eating Grandmother's delicious Christmas cookies and fruitcake. Finally, after a long but beautiful day, I got up to go to bed and as I crossed between the living room and hallway, I found myself standing beneath the mistletoe. That's when Greg kissed me.
It was a harmless, friendly kiss, the most natural kiss in the world – but to me it was proof of his love and faithfulness forever. I walked into my bedroom stunned and fell asleep in a matter of minutes.
A few days later, after Greg, Billy and I had gone ice skating on our pond, we sat around the living room waiting for supper. Greg told us about his parents – they had been divorced when he was young, he had been raised by his mother, and now was alone. Then he spoke of how this Christmas had meant so much to him because he had never in his life had a real Christmas with a family. Billy said that Greg was part of the family. I certainly didn't think so. I wanted him to be part of me!
Later that evening, after everyone had gone to bed, I got up and unlocked my door. Greg was sleeping with Billy, but Billy promised to visit me as soon as Greg had fallen asleep.
I sat on my bed waiting, listening to the powerful cold wind outside blowing across the prairie. In a few minutes Billy entered my room and locked the door.
"I hoped you'd wait up. I was afraid you'd be asleep," Billy said, sitting next to me on the bed.
I put my hand on his leg. "Greg sleeping?" I asked, reaching for his crotch.
"Yes," he whispered, reaching inside my robe for my breasts. He pulled one out, rubbing the nipple between his fingers. The robe slipped down my shoulders and I sat naked to the waist in front of him. I felt his cock rise and meet my searching hand.
Billy stood up and started pulling the bottoms of his pajamas down. "You really like Greg, don't you?"
I didn't answer. I just grinned, watching him taking his clothing off.
"I can tell you do," he said, holding his cock between his fingers.
"Sure, I think he's really nice," I said, bringing my lips to within inches from the tip of his penis. At the same time I opened the belt on my robe and spread it. My pussy was exposed now.
"Take it, please, Maggie," Billy whispered in a pleading tone, standing between my legs. I slipped the head of the penis I had not seen or touched for such a long time into my hungry mouth. It was as if it had never been removed since that day in the woods. It was familiar it looked the same, felt the same, tasted the same. I was going wild with passion as I thrust it down my throat, trying to get every inch within me.
Billy pushed toward me, so my whole body fell back against the bed. His cock fell from my lips, but he was immediately kneeling above me and he dropped his balls into my open lips and sat above my face. I sucked them hard, pulling them from his body, swirling them around in my moist cavity, feeling the coarse hairs that lined the sac with my tongue.
Billy's cock bounced above my nose and he took it in his hand and began masturbating it above me. I could feel each pull of his hands as his testicles tightened and moved up as the skin was being pulled up his penis. Then Billy, released his grip on his organ and braced himself with both hands as he pulled his balls from my lips and replaced them with his penis. He was above me, supported by his arms and feet, doing pushups on the bed above me as his cock slid in and out of my sucking lips.
Each time his penis pulled out, I kissed the tip, quickly running my tongue over the swollen head, sucking hard at the end alone, then increasing my suction as the organ once again slid into my throat. I kept it up until Billy could stand it no longer and my hands were wet with my own juices.
Billy lifted his body from the bed, holding himself in the air above me just by his long arms and rigid legs. I held his cock with one hand – directly above my lips – and milked the white cum from it. It poured into my mouth as I watched it happen. Long streams of white cream fell from the tip of his dark organ into my waiting mouth below as I helped push each spurt from the tip with my tightened hand. I was going mad with lust by that time, and I hoped the orgasm would never stop. I wanted him to keep filling my mouth till I fell asleep for the night. I never wanted him to go back to school. I hadn't sucked anyone for almost two months – you see, two months ago I had sucked Tom off after school one day, in the janitor's room. I didn't tell Billy about it. I thought perhaps he wouldn't like it.
Billy dropped his cock into my mouth and fell beside me and I turned to my side and kept his penis between my teeth till it softened. Then I let it drop out and fall against his relaxed body.
"My God, Maggie, you're amazing!" he said whispering as he stroked the lips of my damp pussy.
"You haven't found anyone better," I asked, trying to ask casually a question I had been afraid of – I wanted to know if he had done it with anyone else since he left for college.
"Are you kidding? The girls at that school are all virgins. They don't even know what it's like to touch a cock, much less put it in their mouth. God, what I left when I went away to school." There was a certain amount of relief I felt when I heard that, but there was another question I had to ask him, and I was afraid. I lay there for a few minutes, silently stroking his smooth buttocks, and then blurted out the question.
"Bill, do you and Greg ever do… know… what you and Tom used to do?" I held my breath.
Billy giggled. "No, hell no. Back in high school that stuff is labeled 'fooling around' but if anyone continues it in college he's immediately labeled as being a queer. I think a lot of guys still want to, but no one is going to risk being called that. Sometimes I get horny and think it would be nice for Greg to give me a blow job, but I don't have the guts to ask. No big thing. I don't think he'd go much for it, anyway."
That was all I wanted to hear. I may have been quite grown up, but I was still a child when it came to romance. I wanted Greg to be mine. I didn't even want to share him with my brother, whom I loved more than anyone in the world. Greg would be mine someday, I would see to that.
I don't remember what we talked about, but I know we were up most of the night. I was only interested in finding out about Greg and that's all I can remember, at least of our conversation.
I do remember we had sex again that night. Billy put his face to my pussy and gave me more pleasure than I had ever given myself. And again, I sucked him off, very gently, on the bed, cupping his balls in one hand and holding onto the base of his penis with the other. He came in another explosion that rocked the top of my head. It certainly was a good way to spend a cold winter night.