Chapter 13
Lynn
Nothing unusual happened over the next couple months. The cooler weather arrived, negating any further pool parties. However, rumors persisted that there would be a super party at someone's home — time and place to follow. Everyone was waiting for the announcement. In the meantime, wonder of wonders, I got my own car, a Mustang and I used it to wing around town, and that takes me to Lynn.
Lynn wasn't exactly a pretty girl, her eyes were kind of far apart, and her nose was too small while her mouth was rather wide. She had cut her hair short, and it made her ears look like they were sticking out. But her breasts were better than average and counted for a lot.
She told me the second time we went out that she had thought ... seriously thought that she was invisible, as no boys even looked at her. I knew this was her imagination talking, since I'd met her when I saw her walking along the avenue, and pulled over to ask if she wanted to go for a ride.
"Hey," I called out. She turned to see who had called out to her and stopped in her tracks to gawk at me.
"Want to go for a ride?"
"W-what," she stammered.
"C'mon, hop in. We'll ride around for a while. My name's Aubrey," I said and smiled.
"Y-yes ... I know who you are."
"What's your name?"
"Lynn," she said. "My name is Lynn."
"What year are you in?"
"Um, I'm a senior, like I'm in my second semester. I transferred over from Overhill Academy High. It's an aall girl's school."
"I nodded in understanding, hopped out of the car, and went around to the passenger side and opened the door for her.
Lynn got in and sat stiffly, keeping her eyes straight ahead.
'A virgin, ' I told myself, 'she has to be a virgin.'
"If you're not in a rush," I said, restarting the engine, "we could go for a ride to the park."
"Yeah okay," she answered, looking like she wished she'd worn something sexier to school that day.
I thought Lynn was too nervous and self-conscious to try anything, not even a kiss. So we drove around through the park and other parts of town for an hour or so, and then I asked her where she lived, and took her home.
I was about to write Lynn off, when on getting out of the car she leaned in the passenger window, and gave me her phone number.
"Call me?" she said so shyly that I found her irresistible.
"I will ... tonight. Will you answer?"
"Oh ... sure," she replied, and laughed inanely.
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The next afternoon in the park after kissing her several times she confessed that before I called she had stripped off her clothing and stood nude in front of her bedroom mirror.
I asked her if she had followed that by masturbating, and discovered that I had embarrassed her to the point that she was unable to respond. So I kissed her some more, and after she began to respond, I asked her again about masturbating. She nodded her head affirmatively, and I told her that I had jerked off thinking of her and her breasts.
"You did?" she declared, amazed that anyone would do that thinking of her.
"Of course, you have great breasts," I said, reaching out to brush a hand across her nipples.
"Don't!"
"Sorry," I said, and she seemed to relax.
""Let me see them," I said, persisting in my efforts at seduction.
"No. I'm not that kind of girl."
"What kind of girl is that?"
"You know ... the easy lay."
"I never thought of you as an easy lay," I said. "But you are showing a lot of skin, you know?" I was referring to the cleavage available today that hadn't been there the day before.
"You noticed!" she said, obviously pleased at my observation.
"Of course I noticed. That's why I asked if I could see them."
"Yes, well ... that's nice of you to notice, but I ... can't let you see them."
"Why not?"
"Because, nice girls don't do that."
"But they do. At least if asked nicely. Didn't I ask nicely?"
Thoroughly confused, Lynn said, "I don't think so."
"Oh, have you asked any of them?"
"No, but..."
I put my arm around her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Her heart was fluttering wildly.
"I'm about to kiss you. You don't object to that do you?"
"Um, no ... I..."
I kissed her and she melted in my arms. I licked her lower lip and felt her shudder.
I counted to three and sent my tongue into her mouth. Lynn moaned and pressed her breasts into my chest.
When the kiss ended, I told her that she was a great kisser.
"Really?"
"Oh, yes. You're a very exciting kisser. I could kiss you all day."
"Oh..." She closed her eyes and moved in expecting another kiss.
When I didn't kiss her immediately, her eyes opened and she asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I said and kissed her. Her tongue entered my mouth and began an exploratory expedition. Knowing she was lost in the kiss, I settled a hand on one of her breasts and gave it a light squeeze.
She moaned appreciatively.
I rubbed her nipple through the bra and felt it rise, as she moaned again.
I sent my other hand under her skirt and caressed her upper thigh. Lynn kept the kiss going, but reached down and removed my hand from her leg ... but placed it on her other breast!
We continued kissing, even began swapping spit, while I opened each button of her blouse in turn, exposing her bra. Lynn moaned again, it sounded as if she wanted me to suck on her nipples and so I raised the bra over her breasts revealing them to my eyes for the first time. They were lovely, full-sized, with long-tipped nipples waiting to be played with.
I got to play with them, rubbing and pinching them for a couple minutes before Lynn got nervous and broke the kiss. She covered her breasts with the bra and then began buttoning her blouse.
"I ... I better get home," she stammered nervously.
I didn't argue with her. I felt that I should give her some time alone to think things over and see how our next "date" went.
I dropped her off at her door, gave her a quick kiss and told her, "Thanks, I had a great time."
"Me too," Lynn said. "I really enjoyed myself ... except for..."
"Oh, you enjoyed that too," I said.
She couldn't look me in the eye, but replied, "I guess I did at that. Night, Aubrey."
"Night, Lynn. I'll call you later."
"Oh, good," she said quickly. She gave me a lingering look, said, "Night then," and bounded into her house.
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When I called her late that night it was after I'd left Heather, who had given me a marvelous blowjob, and I was thoroughly sated.
"Hi," Lynn said on answering.
"Hi to you and those lovely boobs of yours," I answered.
"Oh, you're fresh. I should hang up right now."
"But you won't," I said, my smile evident to her over the phone.
"You were really, really nasty this afternoon," Lynn complained.
"No I wasn't."
'"Were too!"
"I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't wanted me too," I told her firmly, broaching no argument from her.
Sensing my mood, Lynn said, "You sound different."
"I got a marvelous blowjob after I let you off," I told her, just to shock her, and got the reaction I'd hoped for.
"You were with someone else after seeing me?"
"Yes, and she took me in her mouth and sucked me off."
"You ... you're horrid!"
"I'm telling the truth."
"I ... I know..." she said and I knew she was crying.
"It could have been you," I told her.
"I ... I don't do that..."
"That's not quite true. You haven't done it ... yet."
Her crying was audible over the phone as she said, "I've ... never done it."
"Yet," I said.
"I ... I wouldn't know how."
"I'm a good teacher," I said.
There was a long silence on the line.
Then I said, "Didn't you like it when I touched you?"
"Yes," she replied in a little girl's voice.
"Want me to do it again?"
"Yes..." again the tiny voice.
"Want me to rub between your legs?"
"Mmmm," she sighed.
"Put your hand there right now," I told her.
I heard a rustling sound, as if she were moving around on her bed.
"Okay."
"Imagine me sucking on those lovely boobs, and rubbing you between the legs."
"Mmmm."
"Getting wet?"
"Mmmm."
"How wet?"
"Very."
"Is this a bad time to talk?" I asked, wondering if either of her parents might wander into her room.
"No."
"Because I wouldn't want to have one of your parents pop into the room, you know, and find you..."
"They won't," she said quickly, revealing an impatience to get on with the game we were playing, wanting me to take her further.
"So, what are you wearing?"
"Just a T-shirt."
"And nothing else?"
She giggled. "Panties."
"Take them off."
"Really?"
"Yes, please take them off."
"They're off."
"Sniff them."
She giggled again, but I heard her exaggerated sniff.
"You're silly," she said and giggled.
"Rub your pussy."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Mmmm...'Kay," she murmured softly, and I knew she was jilling herself for me.
"Do you want to hear what I did after dropping you off?"
There was a prolonged silence on the line, and then in a voice that was almost shrill, Lynn said, "Yeah..."
"All the details?"
"Oh ... yeah..."
"You might get excited ... do you want me to excite you?"
Her response sounded like it was coming from further away, "Mmmm..."
"You'll get wet."
"Mmmm."
"It was an old girlfriend. No name, sorry. But she answered my call on the first ring and ten minutes later we were in the backseat kissing and grabbing each other."
