I wanted to stay with Kasia all night, but she reminded me that her parents would ground her for life if she came in past 1:00 on a week night. She was, after all, barely 19, and still considered the 'baby' of the family.
I walked her home, high on emotion, after the most wonderful sexual experience of my young life.
- "When can I see you again?" I asked.
- "You mean, when can you get me into bed again?" Kasia laughed.
- "No, I meant -"
- "Just kidding, Dean. I know what you meant. Tomorrow night. Gaming with the girls." she said.
- "But they're out of town. Aren't they?"
- "Patricia and Angie are. But Vee will be there. And I have other friends. You'll meet them tomorrow night. Tonight, actually. And after the game ... who knows?"
She made me stop short of her house again, but then gave me a passionate kiss.
- "Tonight." she said, softly, pressing her fingers to my lips. Then she was gone.
Thursday night with the girls. And Kasia. Then Friday night with the guys. How was I going to keep a straight face? That got me wondering what Les would say, now that Kasia and I were ... what to call it? Dating? An item? These terms sounded lame, after the glory we had experienced together.
Lovers? More accurate, and more satisfying. But I couldn't picture telling my childhood friend that his baby sister and I were lovers. Well, sufficient unto the day ... no doubt Kasia would know how to tell her family about us when she was ready.
The day crawled by, but Thursday night finally came. When I arrived at the apartment, Kasia was there with another girl. She introduced us. Lucy was a slender redhead, a few inches taller than Kasia. She wore extra-thick black eye makeup, which gave her a bit of a Goth look, but none of the other trappings: no piercings, no leather. Instead of black, she wore an orange t-shirt tucked into her jeans.
It was a bit odd, talking to Lucy. She kept her head down, so that her long red hair covered half of her face, including one eye. The other eye looked up at me from underneath a veil of hair. It was mildly disconcerting. She was also very quiet, and left me to do most of the talking.
We were rescued by a loud knock on the door. It was Vee, preceded by a most unusual-looking girl. She was about the same height as Vee - maybe 5'4" or 5'5". But that was all they had in common.
Vee was pale-skinned, with mousy light brown hair, and no makeup. The other girl was an exotic creature. She had toffee-coloured skin, and long, unruly black hair which she had made no effort to style or even brush. She was wearing purple lipstick, and purple eye-shadow. She had deep brown eyes, and a patrician nose that would have made Julius Caesar proud. She put her hands on her hips, and looked down her nose at me.
- "This is him?" she asked Kasia. She had a deep voice.
- "This is Dean. Dean, meet Jasmine. We all call her Jazz."
- "Pleased to meet you." I answered. But before the words were out of my mouth, she had moved into the kitchen, pulling a bottle out of her bag.
- "Hey Dean." said Vee. Next to her slender, dark-skinned friend, Vee looked pale and chunky. She also looked a little down.
- "Hi Vee." I said. "You alright?"
- "Yeah." she answered. "Just tired. Too much work." She brushed back a loose lock of hair. "Thanks for asking, though."
- "What are we playing?" asked Jazz. "Hey Luce." she added, greeting the redhead.
This was certainly a very different group from the first one. Patricia had always been upbeat, even peppy, and Angie had all of the social graces. Now we had a tired Vee, the slightly weird, silent redhead, and the dominant Jazz, whose most common facial expression seemed to be a sneer.
Vee must have noticed the somewhat bemused look on my face. "Lucy and Jazz used to be Goths." she said. "But they dropped out."
Kasia got them seated, and called on me to explain the rules. We were playing Hot Air Racer. It occurred to me immediately that Patricia and Angie would have loved this game; I had no idea what these new girls would think.
Each player has a hot air balloon, and they draw cards representing their crew. Each crew member adds a bonus, whether to speed, or to trouble-shooting, or they bring along extra tools or cargo. But one of the most important things about your crew is their weight.
Players also draw cards representing the cargo they will carry. Some of it is simply ballast, to be jettisoned in order to increase altitude, while the rest consists of articles which score points if you can deliver them across the finish line.
There are dice rolls to determine the wind currents, and event cards which provide bonuses like a sudden gust of wind, or penalties. Finally, there are pieces of equipment, and the ever-popular 'screw your neighbour' type of cards.
It's fairly simple, and one of those games where strategy accounts for only about one quarter of your success. The other three quarters is pure luck, so it's a good intro to gaming for newbies.
Kasia was, as always, fiery and competitive. Lucy said very little, but she seemed to be calculating the odds before playing her hand. Jazz did everything with a flourish, slapping the cards on the table. She drew a disproportionate number of 'screw your neighbour' cards, and for some reason played them all on me.
The first couple were no big deal, and I accepted them without comment. I was the lone male, after all. By the fourth one, though, I had to ask.
- "Really?" I said.
Jazz looked down her nose at me again. "What?"
I pointed at the card, which would force me to dump my most valuable piece of cargo.
- "Kasia said you're a good player." she said, with a shrug. "I'm just making sure that you don't win this time."
- "You certainly are." I agreed.
Kasia won by a healthy margin. That left Jazz scratching her head. "Hmm." she said. "Maybe I should've shared the wealth, there."
- "You got too many of those negative cards." I said. "Good for sinking me, but they didn't do you much good."
- "Rematch. Kasia, you are going down this time." said Jazz.
- "In your dreams." replied Kasia. But she glanced at me. "OK with you, Dean?"
I really wanted Kasia's friends to leave, so that I could get her alone. But I was far too polite to say so. Besides, the game wasn't that long, and it was still early.
Jazz had caught the interplay between us. "Yeah - we get it. We won't stay all night."
This time around, Jazz sent Kasia a couple of her nuisance cards, but I didn't escape unscathed. "Sharin' the wealth." sang Jazz, as she dropped a minor disaster on me.
Lucy got out to an early lead. Vee seemed distracted, or depressed - I couldn't tell for sure, but her heart wasn't in it. Kasia and Jazz fought each other, with a running commentary featuring lots of trash talking. I got a good run of cards, and some lucky dice rolls for wind, and managed to sneak past Lucy at the end.
- "Damn it! I should've kept giving you those shitty cards." said Jazz. "Alright. I definitely want a rematch. But how about a game with more strategy - less dependent on luck?"
- "In two weeks, you mean?" asked Kasia.
- "Yeah. I'm up for that. How about you, Vee? Luce?"
Lucy nodded, but Vee had to decline. "I have to work."
The other girls finally said their goodbyes, and left. The moment they were out the door, Kasia launched herself at me. Her ice blue eyes were sparkling as she attacked the buttons on my shirt. Then she changed her mind, and went for my belt and zipper. She pulled my jeans down. I managed to get one foot clear before she pushed me into a chair.
Kasia stood up straight, and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her chest was heaving, inside a lacy white bra. She reached behind her back to unclasp it. Then the skirt came off, revealing her skimpy panties. Kasia dipped a hand inside her panties, and started fingering herself.
I removed my pants and underwear completely, and then settled in to watch what she would do next. She surprised me. Kasia slipped her panties down, but only to a point just above her knees. Then she spread her legs, stretching the waistband of her panties between them. She looked me in the eye, and smiled.
Kasia raised a hand, and stuck two fingers in her mouth. Her other hand came up as well, to grasp her breast, and squeeze it. Then she took two wet fingers, glistening with saliva, and rubbed them over her pussy lips. I realized that I was stroking my cock as I watched her.
She inserted a finger into her vagina - and then a second. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were still on me. She was excited to have me watching her. But I was done looking. I surged to my feet, and stepped towards her. I yanked those panties down. Grabbing her ankle, I lifted it, and pulled her panties right off her leg.
I seized a tit in each hand, and leaned forward to plant my mouth on hers. It wasn't a kiss - more of an invasion with my tongue. Kasia grabbed my cock in both hands. I slid my hands down her sides, and reached around to grab her ass. I kneaded her cheeks a couple of times, and then lifted her up.
My intention was to carry her into Patricia's bedroom, and to ravish her there. But Kasia was so tiny, so light, that I could raise her up to my eye level, and kiss her again. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and put her hands on my shoulders. At that height, my swollen member was sticking almost straight up. The head was stuck in the crease between her ass cheeks.
Inspiration struck me. I lifted her just a little higher, freeing the tip of my cock. It was so erect, so engorged, that it slapped back against my belly. I thrust my hips forward, and tried to lower her onto my cock. Kasia moaned, and reached down between our bodies. She took hold of my erection, and steered me in. She rubbed the head against her wet lips, and then inserted it. I was inside her. I groaned.
- "You make me crazy." she said. Then she started bucking, trying to get me deeper.
It was easy enough to simply lift her, with my hands under her ass, and then to lower her, down onto my hard cock. Up, and then down. I lifted her a bit higher, and took her nipple into my mouth. Kasia squealed.
She didn't weigh very much, but I had an urgent desire to plant her on her back, and plough into her. I started walking, with Kasia still perched on my dick. I misjudged my course a little, ending up a few feet wide of the door.
No problem: I wedged her up against the wall, and pressed her against it. I ground my pelvis against hers, and thrust my tongue into her mouth. Kasia was pinned against the wall, unable to move, with my dick inside her. And she appeared to be loving it.
I have to say that I was, too. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever pictured myself doing these sorts of things with a real woman. OK - maybe in my dreams. But for real? Kasia was a sexual fantasy come true, who inspired me to attempt what I would never have dared.
Baser nature took over. I pulled her off the wall, and carried her into the bedroom. I dumped her on the bed. Not wanting to fall on top of her, and possibly crush her, I may have dropped Kasia from a little too high. She
bounced.
But not for long. I was between her legs a moment later, spreading them apart, and wedging my swollen cock between her gaping pussy lips. She grunted as I lunged into her.
Then it was a tangle of jerking limbs, thrusting hips, and squeezing, plucking hands. There was no finesse whatsoever. I just piled into her as fast as I could.
- "Aaargh!" That sound came from me, I think, as I went off inside her. I may have passed out after that.
