Everyone in this story is 18+ in this story of young lust that turned to young love.
Linda teaches us all.
Book 2
Linda and I rode up to visit my grandparents with my Dad and older sister; we were going to my granddad's 70
th
birthday party. We would start as we always did with all our road trips as a family. Our family Breakfast at The Tellall Grill started our day with SOS on toast, with extra bacon, pancakes, two eggs, hash browns, and fresh fruit. The fruit got to eat right. So now all four of us hop into my Dads hot baby blue Cutlass 442, a 1972 Oldsmobile Hurst Cutlass Indy Pace car with a W-43 motor was good for 440 horsepower at 4600 rpm in a relatively mild state of tune. And yes, driving to high school with my girl in her hot cheerleader outfit was beyond badass.
A peek at what we look like might help the story move forward. First, my Dad is Bob Allen Bogart. He is 48 and six foot two two hundred and forty-five pounds. We both have light brown hair. His is short, mine is long often in a ponytail. He has brown eyes, with Dad's combed up hair with a touch of Brylcreem always looking sharp he quite the ladies man. He works both at a desk and out in the hospital as he runs the mechanical part of the largest cancer hospital in the world. His time at his desk and all the great food we eat out all the time have added to his physique, my girl says he rocks his dadbod.
My sister stands five foot eleven, two hundred and sixty pounds. Cheryl Ann also has brown eyes but darker hair with 44-34-40 EE, and no, I am not ever talking about how I know.
Linda, my girlfriend, a woman of the world, stands five foot four inches above the earth, her blue eyes are even darker than mine, but hers has tiny gold flecks that sparkle when she is about to cause trouble. At eighteen, she is one hundred and thirty-eight pounds of stacked TNT. She is a force of nature. With her 36D-28-34, her body fits into mine like we were made to be together. Now about me, everyone has told me I was the spitting image of my Dad when he was my age. I could run the 100-yard dash in 10.2, so my eating what Dad did kept me fitβmy eighteen-year-old six foot two, one hundred eighty-two pounds. I had dark blue eyes and long light brown hair that made me look like my Dad, which could be dangerous.
It's a short drive if Dad drives because we don't stop at every farmhouse for windmill pictures. Dad would read and smoke his pipe if I were driving as I could spend twenty minutes on one photo. We got to Bryan in time to join the lazy heads on their last cup of coffee as they got up at ten am. We all made plans to meet for dinner. Age groups formed; some older folks stayed home and might have returned to their 'Beds' for a nap. The young rule the day we knew where to go because my aunt "took'' me there, and I do remember it fondly. It was a right of passage for three generations to pee off the railroad bridge over the Navasota River and to dive in after.
So we pile into two cars, and the oldest cousin runs to the next town to buy beer and will meet us there. Bathing suits are your choice. I am young and proud. I look at Linda. We both strip to our underwear; we kiss, holding each other. Peeing off the railroad bridge we turned our back to the crowd and we peed together we joined hands and dropped feet first into the river below. We fall into the water from the thirty-foot train bridge. We fall to the sound of applause and cheers as we hit the water. I am bone hard and show Linda we can be alone by swimming a little downstream. I see a splash of yellow moving near a tree. Are we alone?
I say. "We got eyes on us."
Linda says. "You like that, Big Boy.''
I shudder whenever I hear her say I know someone will get the big 'O'.
Linda moaned and says. "You feel them looking at me or you.''
She likes to be watched; it's one of our many kinks, but we have never been crude or unsafe about it.
I say. "It's Mary, my 18-year-old cousin. She was wearing a yellow two-piece she and I played Dr before we joined Garden Oaks art club together, Hun. Was that just a few months ago?''
Linda says. "Yes, dear, it was."
I'm so happy we ended up together.
But Linda, in a soft voice, whispers. "A show is not going to do it, then.''
Linda, who sings like an angel, sings these words like a song. "Mary, Mary, Mary. My lady fair, did you want my boy, big one dear, and my tongue so we can share?''
A cute redhead in a yellow two-piece pops out from behind a tree. Her smile is so wide.
She laughs. "I knew telling my brother I'd narc on him about his last girlfriend unless he stayed away from everything but the party would work. Will you make me a woman today Rick made me happy this weekend?''
I answered. "Well, Hun, I'm sorry we can't now, but if you stay over tonight somehow, we can sneak out later and do lots of fun things better than Doctor if you like girls it can be twice the fun.''
Now Linda says. "We girls can say we want a sleepover and pretend we are sisters. Then, because there are too many gross boys here, we can sneak out after everyone falls asleep.''
Mary says. "That sounds divine your girl is hot."
Linda says. "Mary, we spent twenty minutes getting here and need to head back because you don't want your cousins to know you had sex with your family, do you?"
"Think that would fly; you know your younger brother would tattle?'' I joked.
Linda says. "Now, Hun, are you dying to come?"
Mary nods her head. "Yes, mam, please; he is so good at making me come.'' Mary's head bobs like a bobble head toy.
Linda wiggles her finger to me, and I kiss Mary's neck, lifting her top and pinching her rosy nipples as Linda pulls her bottom down, running her fingers into her. I bit and pull on a nipple hard making Mary shake Like a Dodge Van with a bad cylinder.
Linda says. "She sounds wetter than you make me, baby; she pops in a sec watch.''
She does. Mary makes an 'O' face. She comes so hard that her body goes a little limp.
Linda looks up and says. "Told you.''
We splash a little water on Mary's face as she comes too seconds later.
I say. "Come on; we have to head back. It would be best if you went first; we will be right behind you. Do you want to see something cool?''
I say. "Linda, please flick my Bic.''
You hold my underwear down so you can see my hard cock, flicking your index finger and thumb between the base of my cock and balls, and if you blink, you miss it, but like that, my boners gone. So we head back, and I give Linda my tee shirt her wet bra and panties are now see through because their wet. Getting back I take a ribbing on getting some, and the only one not teasing us is Mary. So I give her a look to be mean, and she does.