Her name was Kari. And had someone told Neal Winter just two weeks ago that such a fantastic chick would suddenly drop into his life, he would have politely told them where to go.
Yes, there she was, and here he was. Both of them completely satisfied with being exactly where they were.
Kari Mason, just sitting there like the earthly manifestation of Aphrodite, the goddess of love. Her hair was frosty blonde, tumbling down around her shoulders in a gently waved cascade. Her hazel eyes, reflecting a deep blue tonight, were a lilting melody, but held a bit of languor which men describe as bedroom eyes. Her mouth was full and sensual. The warm, deep, reddish pink of those lips was natural. They had no need of make-up. Nor did any of the features of Kari's face.
"Hey, man," Bobby Carter's elbow dug into his ribs, interrupting Neal's thoughts. "Wake up! You wanna toke, or don't ya?"
Neal nodded, taking the half-burned joint from his friend's fingers and raising it to his lips. He sucked deeply, drawing the pungent marijuana smoke into his lungs and holding it there.
"Dynamite stuff, huh?" Bobby chuckled. "Only the second number tonight and I feel like we've smoked the whole lid."
Neal's gaze returned to Kari, who sat cross legged on the floor directly in front of him, as the group of four couples huddled in a tight circle. "Yeah, dynamite stuff. The best I've ever had."
An amused smile danced at the corners of Kari's mouth as she intercepted his meaning, which had absolutely nothing to do with the potency of the weed they smoked. In fact the grass was having little effect on Neal, other than mellowing him and creating a decided yearning for Kari, to be near her, touch her and hold her.
But at the rate things were going, it didn't look like the opportunity would present itself tonight. With his mother out of town on a business trip, it had seemed like an excellent idea to invite a few friends over for a small party. Now with Kari so near, yet so far, he wished the three other couples would suddenly evaporate into thin air.
"Anybody want the roach?" one of the other girls questioned as she held up the tiny butt left of the joint they had just completed. When no one answered, she simply popped it into her mouth and chased it with a swig of beer…
"Got one more left," Bobby said as he extracted another yellow stick from his pocket and lit it.
"Count me out on this one," Neal waved away the joint.
"Me too," Kari echoed, pushing away from the circle and standing.
"Spoil sports," Bobby smiled, passing the reefer on.
"Just want to soar a little," Neal grinned, "not go exploring the unknown limits of the universe."
But the rest of the group wasn't listening. He glanced up at Kari and shrugged, "How about a drink?"
"A glass of water, or a coke. sounds fine," she grinned.
"Step right this way and I'll see what I can do for you," he waved an arm toward the kitchen door.
Kari nodded and trotted off before him. His eyes homed in on the perky sway of her ass which strained tightly against the denim cut-off shorts she wore, each cheek threatening to pop out from beneath the frayed edges of the fabric. The shorts were split up the side almost to the waistband, exposing a hell of a lot of sleek, pink thigh. He doubted if there was any room for anything else in those shorts, including panties, which it was apparent Kari was not wearing.
The kitchen door swung closed behind them and Kari swung around to him. Her arms encircled his neck and she pulled herself snugly against him. The firm balls of her big tits rolled over his chest and her mouth covered his. For moments, they just stood there, holding tightly to one another and letting their tongues maneuver around within each other's mouths.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, easing back a bit. "I've been wanting that all night. Isn't there some way we could get rid of the others?"
"Wouldn't be polite," Neal smiled.
"Too bad," she pouted. "Marijuana makes me feel sexy."
Before he could reply, her mouth was once more planted over his and her tongue was darting into his mouth, twisting and turning and exciting all sorts of arousing thrills.
Grass makes her feel sexy, he mused to him self. I wonder what doesn't?
When Kari, her sister and stepfather had moved into the house next to his last June, Neal had managed one date with her before every guy in town discovered her. After that, two-thirds of the summer passed until Kari was free. Not that Neal was bothered about it that much, since between work and Mary, his steady chick until three weeks ago, his time had been filled.
That first date had been a friendly type thing, as much a welcoming gesture as anything else. When Kari had said "yes" to another one some two months after the first, he had been pleased and somewhat worried. During those two months, Kari had been dated by just about every dude in town, including some of the biggest studs. The reports that had followed were far from promising. Kari was known as an icicle, refusing even a good night kiss on several occasions.
So when Kari had quietly suggested the two of them drive out to the lake and go skinny dipping on their second date, he had smiled, driven to the lake and never believed a word of what she had said. That was, until she stepped from his car, quickly peeled off the pant suit she wore, and ran down the beach into the water.
Their swimming had lasted for all of ten minutes before they returned to the grass by the car and made love for the next two hours. Since then Kari hadn't dated another guy, and Neal had fully realized what a totally uninhibited girl this sexy blonde really was.
"Oh, yes," Kari sighed again as they parted. "If we can't get rid of them, do you think there's some place we could slip quietly off to for a bit of privacy?"
"The den," he suggested.
"Sounds great," she hugged him tightly and quickly gave him another kiss. "Don't forget that coke. Besides making me feel sexy, pot dries my throat."
Opening the refrigerator, Neal extracted a bottle of pop, pulled the top and followed her into the den. She was seated on the couch. The floral blouse she wore was no longer buttoned, but tied in a large knot beneath the bulging mounds of her tits. Her eyes sparkled with an impish gleam as she watched him take in the smooth curves of her partially exposed breasts.
"You're something else," he smiled with no attempt to disguise the admiration in his voice. There are times to play it cool, but this wasn't one of them.
"What something else am I?" she asked coyly, patting the cushion beside her for him to take a seat.
He did, handing her the soft drink. She took a deep drink, but at the same time her palm ran up his thigh in a long, stroking motion. When her hand stopped, her fingers drifted to the crotch of his jeans and rested on the growing bulge there.
"Come on," she smiled, placing the bottle on the coffee table. "You said I was something else, so tell me what I am."
"Perhaps the sexiest, cock-loving girl I've ever run into," he grinned, as he reached out and pulled her to him.
"Is that bad or good?" she questioned.
"Good, very good," he leaned toward her.
Their lips met and their tongues danced, their darting tips teasing for a moment. Then he thrust deeply, driving toward the back of her throat. She moaned softly around the taunting oral digit.
As his provocative tongue swirled over the interior of her mouth inciting all sorts of delightful sensations, she was creating more than a few thrills herself. Her playful hand still rested at his crotch. However, her fingers no longer brushed over that rising length, but rubbed hungrily. The stiff club still concealed in his pants strained painfully against the fabric in an attempt to free itself.
If that zealous hand were not enough to have his balls cartwheeling around in their sacs, her Ups and tongue abruptly clamped down around his tongue. Her action was tender and light, but she held his oral digit firmly. He realized she had no intention of giving it up until she was ready.
Then she sucked. Hard and fiercely, she sucked at his tongue, as if she were set on pulling it off at the roots. Her own tongue whipped and twirled around his, while her rubbing hand increased the pressure of its strokes.
The strange intensity of her kiss was far from unpleasant. In fact, it was highly arousing. However, he felt as if he were missing something, as if she were trying to tell him something and he was missing the point.
His hands slid from her back, inching toward the alluring bulges of her tits. Suddenly, in an action that surprised and confused him, her mouth released his tongue and her hand grasped his wrists.
A glowing fire of lust burned deeply within those blue eyes as she gazed up at him, "Just relax, baby. Tonight, I've got something special for you."
Something special? He didn't understand, but he offered no objections as she eased him back on the sofa. Her fingers began to work the buttons of his shirt free.
Pulling his shirt open to expose his chest, leaned down and captured one or his pebble-like nipples, licking and sucking. Meanwhile, here hands continued downward. First, the snap to his jeans popped, then there was a metallic hiss she eased the zipper down its jagged-tooth path.
Her fingers climbed back to his waist and tucked beneath the top of his pants and the elastic band of his jockey shorts. She tugged down a bit, trying to drag them down, but with little success. He lifted his ass from the couch and she pulled again. This time shorts and jeans slid down bunching around his knees.
He kicked off the sandals he wore and began to work the pants off with his toes. The blonde bombshell sucking at his nipple suddenly slipped her lips from that tingling bit of flesh.
"No, leave them on," she shook her head. "As much as I regret it, we don't have time to make love tonight. It won't be long until one of our stoned friends in there starts wandering through the house. And with you, a quickie just won't do."
She paused, that impish gleam of wickedness flashing back into her eyes. "Would you mind this?"
Her full sensuous lips parted and she let her tongue slip out. Glistening wetly, that pink tip slowly moved over her lips, slickening them.
The mere suggestion of what she had just offered almost caused him to lose the churning load of lust burning in his testicles. Would he mind it! He couldn't wait for it!!
Head, cocksucking, blowjob, or that fancy word for it he had read in one of those sex manuals smuggled from high school locker to locker-fellatio-he was ready for it. While he had never admitted it to anyone, even to his closest friends when they gathered to discuss the mysteries of sex, it was something he had never had. He had read about it, seen pictures and movies about it, but had never experienced the feel of a female mouth on his prick.
Some of the other guys had bragged about getting sucked off. But on more than one occasion, he had felt that was exactly all there was to their claims, brags! After all, the chicks in this town were almost as hung up about sex as their parents were. Mary and he had dated three months before she agreed to go to bed with him. Even then she had refused to touch him. If they, his friends, had received blowjobs, it had been from a whore during one of their stays in the city, while on a football trip. He had never bought a whore, even to get head. But that didn't mean he hadn't thought about it-thought about it a lot.
Now, without the slightest bit of hinting or urging on his part, this seductive little blonde was offering to go down on him. He didn't know what to say, how to answer her. So instead of words he reached down and pulled her to him once again. Her tongue darted into his mouth, rushing around for a few instants, then withdrawing. His tongue followed hers back into her mouth. She sucked it as she had done before. This time, he understood the hidden promises in that passionate kiss. She burrowed against him; her heavy breasts, still cradled within her blouse, rolled tauntingly over his chest. And her hands were lovingly caressing the throbbing shaft of cock that jutted from his naked crotch.
There was no protest as his hands slid from her back toward her chest this time. And that big knot tied at the front of her blouse was easy to undo, easier than those damn three-hook bras Mary used to wear. Just a bit of a tug and the knot came undone and Kari's breasts were free. He had never known the girl to wear a bra.
Pushing aside the fabric, he palmed the under side of those ripe swells with both his hands. He squeezed and molded their firm heaviness in his hand. His thumbs inched up the sleek slopes of her tits and rubbed over the stiff buttons of her nipples. She moaned with shivering delight, releasing the lusty hold she had on his tongue.
"Just lean back and I'll do the rest," she smiled up at him, her hand lovingly stroking the rigid length of his cock.
He nodded, watching her slide from the sofa and kneel between his spread legs. She poised there a moment, her face turned to his. The moist pinkness of her tongue danced behind her parted lips. The fleshy melons of her tits jutted from her chest, topped by two lust-thickened mushrooms of a warm, coral pink.
Then her blue eyes rolled down to the needy-looking stalk of prick shafting up toward her face. Tenderly her fingers climbed along that length. As her fingertips reached the bulging crown of his glans, they lightly teased over the sensitive surface. An action that set off all sorts of hot sensations in his crotch.
Gripping that desire-laden rod at its base with a fist, she pulled him forward a bit. Her head tilted downward. Her lips parted. Long, pink and moist, her tongue flicked out and tapped at the smooth arrowhead of his engorged prick.
He groaned, loud and long. The feel of her was marvelous and spiced with the anticipation of countless dreams of this moment. Throbbing with a virile life, his cock pulsed and jerked in her hand. A coy smile danced at the corners of her mouth, while a clear, crystal drop of preseminal fluid oozed from the slitted mouth of his sex.
Her eyes moved back to his for a brief moment to make sure he watched her every movement, then dropped back to his prick. Again she eased forward, her tongue extending toward the knobby head of his cock. The tip, just the tip of that tongue, flicked at him, capturing that glistening drop of juice, then curled back into her mouth.
While he watched with lusty fascination, she savored his taste. Her throat bobbed a little and he realized she had swallowed down that small sample. Again a smugly pleased smile moved over her lips.
When her head tilted down to his cock for the third time, it was for more than just a sample. Her tongue licked out and washed over the aching surface of his glans. She bathed him in the moist warmth of her saliva, leaving that thick, plum-like crown glistening and wet.
Mesmerized by the big-titted blonde kneeling at his feet, his wide-eyed gaze focused on every minute movement of her tongue. He had dreamed and imagined this moment, but even in his wildest dreams it had never been like this-never been this good! So soft! So caressing! Her tongue was marvelous as it slithered down the swollen shaft of his cock, then licked back up his length.
As she topped him, that dexterous oral digit swirled and twirled over the aroused head of his prick once again. Now and then the taunting tip of her tongue probed at the pin-prick mouth of his manhood, as if she were intent on drilling into his love shaft.
When her tongue retreated into her mouth, her lips puckered. She leaned closer and tenderly kissed the throbbing glans of his desire. He moaned. his pelvis jerking with need, as the hot streams of her breath flowed down his cock and mingled through the forest of black hair at the base of his sex.
He felt her lips part and that teasing tongue-tip darting over him again. Wider her mouth opened, then still wider. Downward her lips pouted, slipping over the lust-filled glans, then drifting even lower. Her head stopped when at least a half of his thick column was hidden within her face.
New, fantastic sensations were bombarding his mind and body. Her mouth was so warm and moist, so soft and loving. Yet at the same time her tongue lashed around and around his pulsating circumference, inciting unbelievable thrills of heated lust. Even if she did nothing else, he knew it would be only a matter of moments before the steaming cream of his passions burst free from his balls.
But the sexy girl at his feet did more. Long, cool fingers cupped under his scrotum and held the hairy bag of his testicles. Gently she squeezed at him, his balls shooting around in wild delight.
He groaned, then groaned louder. She was sucking at him. Her lips formed a tight, white ring around his cock and she sucked. At the same time, that never-ceasing tongue licked and laved at him. He wanted to move, to ease his prick in and out of her cock-loving face, but he couldn't. It was all he could do just to sit there and hold back the seething fire that consumed his loins.
Her head moved. It was as if she were responding to his unspoken desire. Upward she slid, the wetly shining column of cock easing from her mouth. Higher and higher she rose, her cheeks hollowing deeply as she climbed up his rod. She paused there, perched on his cock's crown for a moment, sucking and pulling at his glans, then she dropped back down.
Up then down, up then down, she ate at him. She sucked and rode his swollen rail of lust. In and out, she filled her face with his throbbing thickness. Out and in, she whipped her tongue around his cock, lashing against him like a moist whip.
The knot of lust at the base of his shaft thickened. It moved, inching upward. He was unsure what to do. He wanted to just sit there, sinking back into the cushions of the sofa, and come in the caressing haven of her mouth. But he wasn't sure if she wanted that, wanted to take the hot gushes of sperm and semen in her mouth.
He did the only thing he could think of. He groaned in the most coherent voice he could manage, "I… I'm… coming."
The decision whether to pull away and allow his come to fountain into the air, or to take his release in her mouth, was now hers.
Without slowing a bit, her head rose up and down and her tongue continued its wonderful licking. He grinned and groaned, savoring the burning ball of lust that worked its way through his cock. Then he came.
Seemingly gallons upon gallons of fiery white cream jetted from the crown of his prick. His body quaked and shuddered with abandoned pleasure as he gratefully emptied himself into her hungry mouth. His cock jerked and twitched, banging around within the interior of her cocksucking face.
He could see her throat bob and twitch as she swallowed down the thick fountains of his seed. Her nostrils flared delicately and she sucked some more, taking every ounce of sexual juices he had to offer. Then her hand, in a tight, squeezing fist slid up and down the fatness of his cock a couple of times as if she were squeezing out any of the hot cream that might still remain within him.
Satisfied that none did, she slowly slid upward, pulling her face off him. Her eyes, bright with lust, rolled to him, a pleased smile on her lips.
Again he found himself without the words he needed to express the deep fulfillment that warmly suffused his body. Pushing himself to the edge of the sofa, he reached down and tenderly caressed her cheeks, leaning forward and kissing the marvelous blonde with all the gratitude he held.