This is the third installment in the "Across the Ages" series, the first two being 1979 Peggy and 1979 Ruth. All characters are at least 18 years old.
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During the spring semester of 1980, Jack and Kay fell in love. The seed was planted that evening in Peggy's room over the holiday break, when Kay rode herself to orgasm rubbing her clothed crotch against Jack's clothed erection. Many other things happened that night: Jack lost his virginity to Peggy; Kay fellated Lowell to orgasm; Vivian rode Lowell's thrusting tongue. But after the other three returned to their colleges back East Jack and Kay, who were attending the local university, started hanging out together, and that moment hung between them, unmentioned but always in their minds.
They were opposites in many ways. Kay kept an inscrutable face to the world, which some interpreted as disapproving, and therefore would have been shocked at the roiling sexual thoughts inside her head. Jack, on the other hand, was a compulsive extrovert, revealing almost every thought in his head the moment it entered. That's why all his friends had known he was a virgin that night.
And yet the reason he was a virgin was that he hesitated to act on his thoughts, never being sure he was right, always able to see the other side of a decision. Because he himself never left any doubt about what he was thinking, he interpreted the reticence of others as a lack of interest. This was another difference with Kay, who, on the rare occasions that her inner self blossomed to the outside world, acted with a decisiveness that few could resist. It was she who had orchestrated the orgy that night.
One day, walking out of the creative writing class they were taking together, Jack asked, "Do you want study together?"
Kay, secretly pleased, paused, then said, "Sure, we could do that if you like."
Jack, interpreting the pause as reluctance, said, "I mean we don't have to if you don't want to. It's just that we are supposed to be writing a short story from our own experience, and I thought we could share ideas."
"Well, we do have a shared experience," said Kay, laughing, "but I don't think we could write about it."
The thought of writing about it, of trying to recreate that otherworldly moment when their flesh, separated by a few layers of clothing, nearly touched, was appealing to both of them. But they didn't talk about it any more during the occasional study sessions they started having at Jack's house, sitting around the kitchen table with its view across the desert to Peggy's house.
As spring arrived, and the desert turned brilliant yellow with brittle-bush and blooming palo verde trees, Jack noticed a change in Kay's clothing. She started wearing tight pants and miniskirts, emphasizing the wide curves of her bum. She started tying her loose shirts at the waist, so that the soft fabric touched the bottom curve of her breasts, a curve that continued in Jack's mind to meet her belly in a crease, naked and pendulous under the cloth. Her neckline got lower, inviting his gaze to the round inner curves that met in the alluring crack of her cleavage. She started going braless, so that the delicate nipples of her swaying breasts periodically poked here and there into the fabric.
Jack wondered what all this meant. Was it for him? Then, overthinking as usual, he thought it could be an assertion of liberation, that it would be male chauvinist of him to assume it was for his benefit. At any rate, he didn't say anything, and tried not to perv too much. He did notice that Kay said yes every time he suggested they get together. And he always felt a little leap of happiness when she did so. He enjoyed her company, her matter-of-fact manner punctuated by occasional zaniness.
One night, the last day of school before spring break, they were in Jack's kitchen talking about their short story projects.
"It really is a pity we can't write about that night in Peggy's room," said Kay.
"Yeah, that probably wouldn't go over too well."
"Did you know that Vivian and Lowell are going together now?"
"Makes sense. They go to the same college."
"Have you thought about getting together with Peggy?"
"Not really. That night was wonderful, but...." Jack hesitated, thinking about his occasional dalliances with Ruth, Peggy's mother.
"I wouldn't mind if you did," said Kay, minding very much.
Jack felt a little disappointed. Did that mean she wasn't interested in him? Ruth, seeing his confusion, sighed, stood up, and walked around the table to where Jack was sitting.
"Really, Jack, you have to stop thinking so much. Hasn't it been obvious?" And she bent down to kiss him. A soft kiss, lips touching lips and lingering. They parted, holding their breath. Then rushed in again, sighs and moans escaping, tongues dueling, pushing deep, mouths locked together, hands gripping heads. And all was revealed between them then, each now understanding the other, all doubt gone.
"You know that thing we did? I've been wondering what it would be like without clothes on." She kicked off her sandals, dropped her shorts and panties, and stood, legs apart and hands on hips, displaying her glorious thatch of dark hair, tight swollen lips, and pursed pink opening.
Jack, his mind ablaze with lust, scrambled to catch up, and the part of his body designed to penetrate that opening swelled as it spilled out of his underpants. Kay straddled Jack on the floor and lowered herself until her neat flaps wrapped Jack's rigid pole in a warm cuntal kiss. Staring determinedly into Jack's astonished eyes, she moved back and forth along that steel track, slick and fitted, grinding her clitoris into his hairy balls at the bottom of each back stroke, curving up at the front of each forward stoke so that his tip ground against her anus.
She slid forward and offered herself to his mouth. Jack slurped greedily, the way he had at Ruth's arsehole, but Kay recoiled at the feeling of his stubble against her sensitive skin and moved back down to his rock hard cock.
"We'll have to practice the technique on that one."
Jack untied her shirt and reached up under it to cup her naked breasts.
"Oh yes. Pinch my nipples. Oh fuck yes."
Jack looked up at Kay's face, her eyes lidded, her mouth slackly open in an inverted moaning U, and started to feel the slow build to orgasm, as Kay rocked back and forth, now endeavoring to keep her clitoris in direct contact with his slick hard ridge, rubbing her tip against the underside of his, giving a guttural rhythmic groan with each forward thrust.
He gripped her breasts hard, their firm dense mass filling his hands, as they traveled together to the mountain top, straining, retreating into their private worlds only to find each other there, their worlds interpenetrated in violent harmony, so that neither could distinguish between the rising tidal rush of their own orgasm and the other's. As the moment arrived Kay caught the tip of Jack's cock at her wet opening and thrust down as he thrust up, exploding deep inside her as her tight cunt convulsed around him.
They opened their eyes on a new world, a world of wonder, and laughed with joy and amazement.
"Does this mean you're my girlfriend?"
"Maybe. We'll see," she said, winking to soften the sting.
*****
The next day Kay flew east to visit Peggy for spring break. Peggy's room mate had gone home to see her parents, so they shared her dorm room and explored the big city. Peggy had an amazing eye for detail, pointing out the brackets, buttresses, and balustrades of the ornately decorated old skyscrapers. They wandered through the central park where a light green veil of new growth shimmered on the stark branches of winter under the gusty blue sky. They rented a paddleboat and explored the inlets of the large lake in the middle of the park. Drifting under the cool spring sun, Kay told Peggy about her time with Jack.
"So we have both had that cock inside us," said Peggy.
Kay's thoughts swirled. Jack's cock in her, Jack's cock in Peggy. What if she herself had a cock to put in Peggy? She got wet.
Lying in their beds in the dorm room that night, Peggy said, "I feel like I should be jealous, but really I'm just horny."
"Horny for Jack?"
"No, horny for you."
"Oh god, me too for you. Are you touching yourself?"
"Yes"
"Me too. Do you want to...?"
And then they are in the same bed, naked, touching each other, kissing and humping and groping.
"I love the feeling of your boobies against my boobies. Boobies are the best," said Peggy.
"And cunts. Your cunt feels so different from mine. Yours is wild and open, like a hibiscus."
"Yours is neat and compact, like a tight rose."
They scissored around and rubbed their hairy pussies against each other, labia joining in a wet kiss.
"Oh god, fuck me with your cunt," said Peggy.
"I wish I had a cock to fuck you with."
"How about your tongue?"
At that Kay turned around again and plunged her face into Peggy's wild open flower, thrusting her tongue deep into its wet center. She straddled Peggy's face and slowly lowered herself into the same cuntal kiss she had given Jack's cock, this time meeting Peggy's sweet mouth. Peggy thrust her tongue against Kay's bulging clitoris, flicking at the hood.
"Oh god yes. So much softer than Jack. Fuck me with your tongue."
"You too me. Oh. Oh."
They became one then, a creature of writhing flesh, boobs against bellies, faces against cunts, hands gripping ass cheeks, their moans rising in pitch until they screamed their orgasms into each other.
Afterwards they lay in each other's arms, softly kissing, licking their own juices off the other's face.
"Well, that was interesting," said Kay, with a dry smile.
"I think we did pretty well for a first time."
"I can't wait to tell Jack about it."
