Chapter 1: The Plan
As I stepped into the house, having just arrived home from work, my Mom shouted, "Get cleaned up. Deb's waiting for you out on your porch. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes."
She turned back to the stove, lifted a lid stirring something inside the pot. As I glanced past her out the window I could see Dad sitting on the front porch facing the lake. He sat there reading the evening newspaper as usual. I turned and walked to the side door off the adjoining dining room. I poked my head through the door and admired my lovely bride to be. She sat on the glider reading a magazine. Her medium build was striking in the pink two-piece bathing suit. Her soft ample mounds of flesh filled the cups nicely, slightly overflowing at the top. When she heard me say 'hi' she jumped up excitedly, running over and saying, "Hurry up and get changed! I've got a big surprise for you!"
At five foot eight, Deb's eyes were level with mine as I stared admiringly into her beautiful round face. Her shoulder length golden locks, parted on her right, flowing gracefully over her forehead almost covering her left eye.
Our wedding would take place in about three weeks, out on the front lawn by the lake. Deb had been staying at our house since we graduated from college in June to make it easier for her to plan.
She closed her hazel blue eyes as she leaned forward and gave me a quick, but opened mouth kiss with an even quicker teasing dart of tongue into my mouth. As I grabbed for her womanly 135-pound full figure, she pulled away just out of my reach. "Hurry up! I can't wait to tell you what I have planned for tonight!" I got another tongue kiss - longer this time. Her lusciously full, soft lips made me want to melt right into her arms as usual, but she pulled away again. She rubbed my crotch, however; smiled, raising her eye brows in that
you know what I got planned for you
, look.
She stepped away waving her hands for me to go; saying again, "Hurry up! Hurry up!"
So as instructed I quickly went to my room and changed into my bathing suit, returning to find her still sitting on the porch waiting for me. While I was gone Deb had put on one of my t-shirts that stretched down to about mid thigh. She jumped up, ran over to me, threw her arms around my neck and gave me a very passionate open mouth kiss. Again those soft, full lips made me melt right into her arms. Only this time she didn't pull away. Her leg worked its way between mine and urgently pressed into my hardening manhood. She kept kissing me, reaching deep into my mouth with her tongue while her leg continued to rub back and forth across my hardening spear. I pulled her to me, returning her kiss with my tongue as well.
When I finally became fully erect, which didn't take that long, she changed position slightly so that my protrusion fit snuggly into her obviously wanting crevice. At the same time Deb started darting her tongue in and out of my mouth in a very suggestive way. I pulled her around, pushing her up against the porch wall. Bending my knees slightly I brought as much pressure as I could to her obviously wanting needs. As we dry humped, we reached for each other's hips and pulled ourselves together frantically. She moaned her appreciation into my mouth while her tongue busied itself exploring every corner of my mouth it could reach. I began to suck on it, until she pulled it straight and hard, sliding it in and out of my mouth. There was no misunderstanding what she meant by that.
We had two porches. The one on the front of the house, where my Dad was sitting, faced the lake. The side porch, which wrapped around from the front porch, (where we were franticly coupling as close to intercourse as you could get without actually fucking) faced down the beach toward the neighbors. It was screened in and a wing off of our house blocked the view from the nearest neighbor's house. Mom's kitchen sat in the corner where the porches wrapped around. She had a window that faced out onto our porch but was further down from where we were coupling. The window was open however, and I'm sure she could hear our moaning.
My Dad and I had built the side porch a few years before, just about the time I was getting my drivers license. Actually, I had built most of it with his direction. It was screened in with a door into the house through the dinning room and a screen door out to the front porch.
When we were all done he said, "Son, this is your porch. You will be getting your license soon and you will be dating. I don't want you taking your dates and parking some place. It's not as safe out there as it was when I was dating. Too many weird things happening. I'd rather you'd do your parking and necking right here where it's safe. I guarantee your privacy. Your Mom and I've discussed this and we will never come out on the porch while you are out here with girl friend. We've discussed the birds and the bees, so I don't have to go into that. You know how we feel about waiting. However, if you choose not to honor our wishes, than we would rather it happen here, where it's safe. And by all means, wear some protection. You know what I'm talking about?"
There was more to it than that, but you get the idea. Mom and Dad were true to their word, never once bothering me or any of the girls I took out there. Many of the girls were very uncomfortable necking there, so close to my parents. Some refused altogether. They thought it was too weird. So for those, parking was the only recourse.
Finally Deb pulled away from me, grabbing my hand, she pulled me toward the glider. "I've got plans for us tonight. I'm so excited, I can't stand it!" She exclaimed, as I sat down on the nearest end of the glider. Smiling at me she sat down in the middle to my right. She turned to face me with her left knee against my right hip and her lower leg running along my thigh, while the tops of her toes rubbed over my knee.
"I could tell by the way you welcomed me. What's up?"
"I want to go up to the Derand Dirties."
"What?" I exclaim in disbelief. "Are you kidding?"
"No, not at all." Responding as though a little hurt by my questioning. "I thought you would really like that."
"Do you know what the Derand Dirties are? Where did you hear about them?"
"Of course. It's a drive-in theatre that shows X-rated movies. I've always wanted to see one!" She replied getting excited again. "I thought you would enjoy the idea." She pouted, curling up close and looking up at me with those hazel blue eyes of hers. They're to die for. She can turn you to her will with just the slightest glance. She placed her hand on my chest and began rubbing circles all over it and down onto my tummy.
"I just didn't think you would like something like that. You get upset when you catch me looking at a Penthouse. That's all." I tried in vein to explain my concern.
"Well, this is different. It has guys too, not just girls." Her hand went lower and lower on my tummy. "And you get to watch them do everything. Just the thought of it has gotten me all turned on." Her hand now slipped under the elastic band of my bathing suit, easing down through my pubic hair and glided up over my firm appendage. "I've been hot all day, just thinking about it." She wrapped her fingers around it, beginning very slow strokes.
"I can see." Squeezing her hand through my bathing suit.
"A couple of girls at work went up there last night with their boyfriends. They came in this morning talking all about it. It just sounded so exciting." She squeezed me hard, raised her head, looking me straight in the eye. "And they claimed they had a…
really
great time. If you know what I mean."
"They told you what happened?" I asked, incredulously.
"Sure. You know. Girl talk is all."
"I didn't think girls - kiss and tell."
"Well, this was a little bit more than kissin'." She began stroking me a little faster now. "And we kept prompting them and asking for more details."
"And they told you? The details?" I asked in amazement.
"Sure."
"You don't tell your girl friends what we do. Do you?"
"Well… ah… Not usually."
"What do you mean, 'Not usually.' You'd skin me alive if you thought I had told one of the guys what we do."
"Of course I would. Guys can't be trusted not to spread stories around. "
"And girls can?" I argued.
"Well. Your best friend can…. Usually…. And besides… sometimes you just want to brag. I mean, when girls are talking and one comes up with a good story, you want to be able to at least make them think you're gettin' just as good, if not better. And, I think I'm gettin' better." She declared bowing her head and batting her eyes up at me with a Cheshire cat grin. She also squeezed my cock to add emphasis.
"So, what did they tell you?"
"Well, Joy. You met her. Her and Marjorie, double date all the time with their boyfriends Tony and Brad. I think I introduced you to Joy and Tony last Christmas at the office party."
"Yeah, I think I remember
her
. She was the one with the long straight black hair and the really big teaties." I said, holding my hands cupped out in front of me to indicate what I was referring to.
Letting go of my appendage, she slapped me on the chest. "Of course you'd notice that. But, yes that's her."
"How could I help but notice, they were almost falling out of her blouse."
"And I just hate that word." She scolded.
"What word? Teaties?"
"Yes. I guess I've just spent too much time on my uncles' farms. Cows and pigs have teats. I just happen to think my breasts look a whole lot nicer than that."
"I couldn't agree more. You have the most beautiful teats…I mean… ah…ah… breasts I've ever been lucky enough to play with."
Picking up on that, she quickly returned with, "Meaning you just haven't been lucky enough to play with someone like Joy, with her 40Ds compared to my wimpy 36Cs"
"Now don't go there. Your wonderful, soft breasts are far from wimpy. Besides anything more than a mouthful is a waste.
