Elly

Chapter 2: Supper

You might want to read "Kelly," the first part of this series, before reading this. It's not necessary, though. As before, it's all fiction.

Saturday morning. I awoke early, as I always do. Later, the fuzz of sleep hadn't completely evaporated when the phone rang. I recognized her voice.

"Justin?"

"Kelly?"

"Hi."

"Wow, I had the best dream last night."

"What was it?"

"I dreamt I spent the evening with you."

"You did? What happened?"

"A lot. Mostly I fell in love."

"Oh, Justin! I had the same exact dream!"

"You did?"

"Yes! It was wonderful. I fell in love with you, too"

"Kelly, did it really happen, or was it just a dream?"

"I hope it really happened, because I'm awfully happy this morning."

"Me, too."

"Can you come over tonight? I'll cook you dinner."

"Sounds great. What time?"

"Please be here at five," There was a note of pleading in her voice.

"No sooner?" I whined.

"No, five's as early as I can be ready."

"What can I bring?"

"Your toothbrush. Can you stay all night? My folks are gone until tomorrow night."

"Wow. I'll figure out a way. What am I supposed to do between now and five?"

"Try fantasizing, and planning what we'll do tomorrow."

"How 'bout the beach?"

"Will it be warm enough?"

"It will be warm enough to at least walk it."

"Sounds romantic."

"I hope so. See you at five, and I'll be on time."

"Good. I can't wait."

"I love you, Kelly."

"I love you, too."

A chance to spend an entire night with Kelly! More than all my dreams and fantasies come true! How would I ever survive the day? It was early morning, and she didn't want me there until five. It was going to be the longest day of my life. Might was well wash and wax the car, I thought. It was my responsibility to do that – it was the deal I made with my dad to let me use it. A 1971 Olds Cutlass convertible. Burnt orange with black top and interior. A beautiful, wonderful car that got all of 15 miles per gallon, back in 1973 before the oil embargo when gas was cheap and nobody cared. Waxing was a labor of love, and since that's what I was feeling a lot of, might as well take advantage of a warm spring day.

At 4:58 I rang her doorbell, a dozen red roses in hand. Kelly answered the door, and once again my breath left me. Long brown hair, deep, large brown eyes, a beautiful smile, and a 5'2" racehorse body dressed only in a large white men's dress shirt. The shirttails came down almost to her knees. She had the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The collar spread enough to show her neck and collarbones. It was unbuttoned a couple of buttons at the top, enough to display a little cleavage. Barefoot, with nice legs between shirt and ankles. She was, as previously mentioned, breathtaking. She looked at the flowers and her eyes brimmed.

"Justin, they're gorgeous! Thank you! They must have cost you a fortune!"

"Now, now, it's impolite for ladies to inquire about the cost of gifts," I wagged my finger at her, and then held out the flowers. "And you are worth any price, Kelly."

She took them and clutched them to her. "No one's ever given me flowers before. And red roses! I need to get them in water." She went up on tiptoes to kiss my cheek, and then turned and ran into the house. As a prank, I stayed on the front porch. Several minutes later, she called. I answered and she came running to the door. "What are you doing out there? Come in!"

"I haven't been invited," I said glumly.

"I promised I wouldn't call you a jerk, but you're on the edge!" she said in mock anger. "Oh! Hey! I had an idea. Come over here!" She grabbed my hand and led me to the stairs. She stood on one step and took my shoulders, positioning me in front of her.

"See?" she said, looking up only slightly at me. "I'm taller!" On the step she was about 5'11" to my 6'6". Nice. With that, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. My arms encircled her slim waist. God! She felt good to hold!

"Mmm," I said, "Actually, I'm shorter."

"No, I'm taller."

"No, I'm shorter."

"I'm taller!"

"Look, Kelly, we've been studying Einstein's Relativity Theory in Physics, and I'm here to tell you that relative to you, I'm shorter. Of course, on the other hand relative to me, you are, in fact, taller."

"'I shall shut your mouth with a kiss,'" And she did. When she broke the kiss she said, "Remember that line from Shakespeare's 'Much Ado About Nothing'?"

"Shakespeare had all the good lines," I said, and kissed her again.

"Here," I said, "I have an idea, too." I led her to the middle of the floor, her hand in mine. I knelt before her. On my knees, we looked each other in the eye. We kissed. "See?" I said, "I'm shorter!"

"No, I'm taller!"

"My turn to shut your mouth with a kiss," which I did.

"Dinner will be ready in a half hour," she said, "Come talk to me in the kitchen while I get it ready."

"I like your outfit," I said.

She flapped the shirttail. "Thank you, sir. I wore it for someone special."

Watching her walk into the kitchen was like watching liquid metal flow. All sinuous curves and flowing, graceful motion. There, we chatted about our day. I told of washing and waxing the car. She had shopped and cooked and cleaned the house. Very domestic stuff.

"Salmon over leeks, asparagus, a Caesar salad. Chocolate cake for dessert," she listed the items on her fingers as she spoke them.

"Sounds wonderful. I'm drooling just thinking about it," I said.

"Do you drool when you think about me?"

"Absolutely," I admitted.

"Thank you. Another romantic thing you've said to me."

"Yeah, but you made me say it with your question," I countered.

"You mean you really don't like to say romantic things to me?" She asked with a smile.

"Now you're just baiting me. I don't recall saying romantic things anyway. I only remember telling you the truth."

She came to me and hugged my waist, "That earns a kiss." And I got a nice one, but she was craning her neck. "Ooh. Better on the stairs, or you kneeling. You are awfully tall," she said, massaging her neck. "Dinner's ready!"

It was delicious. She was quite a cook, too. We chatted throughout dinner about our favorite music, and gossiped about people at school. After dinner, I made a show of doing the dishes, including drying them, which I never do at home, where I leave them to dry in the sink. We had saved chocolate cake for later, feeling comfortably full.

"That was a fabulous dinner. My compliments and deepest thanks to the chef. And deep thanks to my delightful dinner companion. May I take you out for ice cream?" I asked.

"What about my cake?" she demanded.

"We can have that later. There can never be too many desserts. But I'm restless and I want to show off my clean car."

"OK, but first things first. Come over to the stairs." She took my hand and led me to the stairs. We kissed a long, deep kiss. Then, she wrapped a leg around my waist, held my neck with her arms, hoisted herself up and wrapped her other leg around me. I reached down and put my hands under the shirttail to hold her up, and found myself holding bare ass cheeks. No panties. She giggled and kissed me again. "I've been thinking about this all day. We have business to take care of before ice cream," she said, looking deep into my eyes.

"Hold on tight so I can free my hands." She clamped her legs. I unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on her shirt, and put my hands inside on her bare waist. The shirt spread to reveal her perfect body, nipples already aroused and erect. I just stared. "You are so beautiful."

"Kiss my body," she breathed. I put her down on the stairs.

I knelt one step below her and took both breasts in my hands, and kissed one and then the other, sucked one nipple and then the other, paying equal attention to both. I licked down her belly and kissed her pubic hair. Her breathing increased in tempo and she held the back of my head to her as I kissed her body.

"Get your pants off!" she begged. I immediately dropped my jeans and briefs and returned to kissing her. I worked my way south to her thighs. She tasted so sweet. "Stand up and kiss my lips!" she commanded urgently.

I stood and kissed her. As I did, she climbed up on me again, wrapping her legs around my waist. My erection, standing tall, was almost at her entrance. My hands held her beautiful, taut ass cheeks. She took one hand and used it to place my cock at her entrance, and then slowly she let herself down, impaling her pussy on my throbbing dick. The feeling of her moist, warm walls engulfing me was incredible. She bottomed out, and my entire nine inches was deep inside her. I cradled her buttocks in both hands.

"I've been wanting this all day!" she cried. "I missed you so much! Make love to me!" With that, she started to move back and forth, rubbing my dick in and out of her wetness. For my part, I used my hands on her ass to lift and let her down, stroking my cock by moving her whole body. I finally discovered that she was perfect short: it was easier to maneuver her. I stopped for a moment.

"I knew you were perfect!" I said.

"I am not," she countered, "I'm short. You said so yourself."

"Yes, but do you think I could do this with you if you were any taller and bigger? I don't think so. You're just the perfect size!"

"Stop talking and start loving! I need you so badly!"

So I did. I lifted her up and down on my cock. She clung to me tightly and I could feel every curve against me. It felt to good. It was getting a bit tiring to balance standing up, so I turned and pinned her to the wall, and leaned in to where I could easily maintain my thrusting rhythm. Her moans told me she liked it. She clung to me tightly with arms and legs, countering my thrust with wonderful movements of her hips. That lovely motion from her walk seemed to easily translate into her lovemaking, all smooth and fluid and incredibly sexy. We moved together as one being. Her legs felt so good wrapped around me, her arms tight around my neck, her lips and tongue pressed to mine. My huge cock plunged in and out of her sweet pussy, now slick with her excitement. I gripped her cheeks as hard as I could while I pounded her. I had never even imagined fucking standing up. It was wonderful beyond belief. Then, it was all about giving to her. Love welled up.

"Oh, Kelly! I love you! I love you so much! I want to make you happy! I want to love your socks off! Cum for me! Cum for me!"

"Oh, Justin!" she gasped as she came, clamping her legs even tighter. We slowed our movements, but only for a moment. Then I resumed a faster pace.

It didn't take long before I could feel my cum rising up. With one last thrust I plunged as deeply into her as I could and spurt my load. She screamed and pumped against me, clamping her legs tight, feeling the spasms of my cock and my hot seed inside her. After a few minutes, I turned and sat on the stairs, Kelly still impaled upon me. She snuggled in and purred contentedly. We rested for a while.

"Ice cream?" she asked, looking at me.

"Sure, but I suggest we put on some clothes."

"Spoilsport."

"It wasn't quite the way I wanted to go public."

"Go public?" she asked.

"Over ice cream I want to talk about how we let the world know about us," I said.

"Oh, yeah. Good idea!" Kelly got up off me. "Let me get cleaned up and dressed."

She returned a few minutes later in hot pants and a tube top. The hot pants were low-slung hip-huggers, with the short tube top, she revealed her perfect tummy and the curves of her waist as they flared to her slim hips. I was so happy for the fashions of 1973. She once again made me have to consciously remember to breathe.

"You're so beautiful," I said earnestly. She smiled, took my hand, and led me out to the car. I opened the door for her. She thanked me and we drove away.

The local place for good ice cream was Dipper Dan's, where they made it on-site with 18 percent butterfat, in about 25 flavors. Kelly got a double-dip cherry in a sugar cone. I got a dish of chocolate-chocolate chip. We sat on a bench outside on the warm spring night.

"I'm going to have to tell my friends about us," I said.

"Sounds like a sentence. Is it really so bad?" she said with mock gravity.

"Not at all. But I'm likely to get teased a lot. And there's a lot I don't want to tell them that they'll try to pry out of me."

"Like what?"

"Have we had sex. How much sex. How good was it. All the locker room things that guys ask each other."

"What will you tell them?"

"Only that we're going out and I really care about you. That's all they're entitled to know."

"You're not going to tell them about sex?"

"Nah. I figured I'd just show them the pictures!"

She almost threw her ice cream at me, but we both laughed richly. "No, Kelly. Our lovemaking is between you and me. It's too special to share with anyone. It feels like that would cheapen it."

She looked at me steadily for a minute, licking her ice cream cone. "You are a man of constant surprises, sir knight."

"Why?"

"Because jerks tell all."

"I'm trying very hard not to be a jerk."

"You're doing very well, my love." She smiled. Then, she took her ice cream cone and put her mouth over the top of it. Her cheeks compressed and she slowly pulled her mouth off, then moved it back down, and then pulled it off again. She took her tongue and circled the ice cream, and licked up and down the round dip. It was quite a show. She was giving exquisite head to her ice cream. I stared, and then looked around to see if anyone was watching.

"Kelly, what are you doing?" I asked incredulously.

"Practicing," she said simply, and then took her cone deep in her mouth again. This time when she lifted off, she let her lips pop. "There's something I need to talk to you about," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, so far we've gone pretty much straight to the main event. I want to know when we're going to spend time on foreplay." She grinned a wicked grin and swallowed her cone again. The ice cream was taking a long, thin shape.

"My sweet girl," I said quietly, "Anytime you want, for as long as you want, anything you want. I am at your command, eager to serve." I rested my hand on her knee.

"That sounds very nice, sir knight. I'm almost done. Can we go?"

"Sure. Just don't dribble any ice cream in my clean car."

"If I do, I'll lick it up," She said, heavily emphasizing the word "lick."

"Is there anything else you want to lick?" I asked wickedly.

"Just wait, sir knight," she replied, equally wicked.

We drove back to her place as fast as I could and still be safe. Kelly sat beside me on the bench seat, her hand resting on my right leg. I kept both hands on the wheel, resisting the temptation to put an arm around her.

Back at her house, we raced into the living room. Plopping on the sofa, we immediately embraced in a deep kiss. We kissed and kissed, and slowly I worked my hand to her breast, feeling it through her tube top. It was an easy thing to pull the top down and expose her lovely tits. I moved down, kissing her neck, collar bones, and chest as I closed in on her breasts and nipples. She moaned and squirmed underneath me, moving her legs so she could wrap them around me. I spent a long time kissing her breasts and fondling her nipples. She liked to have them squeezed, and it was an incredible turn-on to pinch her nipples and make her gasp with pleasure. It was just as wonderful to tickle her nipples with my tongue, and then take as much of her breast in my mouth as I could and suck, flicking my tongue on her nipple as I did. I took her tube top and raised it over her head, she extended her arms and it was off and out of the way. I resumed my attention to her breasts. But I had a new target.

Slowly I moved lower, kissing her chest, diaphragm, and moving on to her tummy. I spent a lot of time kissing her navel, which was a delightful little thing. I ran my hands up and down her sides, up to her breasts and down her hips. Kelly was breathing heavily. She knew what I had in mind.

"Take them off," she gasped. "Off! Now!"

I unsnapped her hot pants and lowered the zipper. She had cute little flowered panties on. I resisted the temptation to joke about them, choosing instead to pull them off at the same time as I pulled off her hot pants. She was naked under me, and again I drank in the sight of such perfection.

"What are you going to do?" she breathed.

"Do you want me to tell you?" I asked.

"Yes! Tell me!"

"First, I'm going to resume kissing your tummy and belly button, because I like to do that very much. Then, I'm going to slowly work my way down and kiss your fur. Then, I'll spread your legs and spend a long time kissing your inner thighs. And then, but only if you're a good girl, I will kiss your lips and lick you until you cum in my face. And after that, I'll keep eating your pussy until you orgasm again and again and beg me for mercy."

"Oh, please start!" she cried.

I did as promised. First, the tummy, that delicious, taut, flat tummy. I kissed all over, including the sides where it curved like the proverbial hourglass. I tongued her navel and she giggled and shivered. I used just the tip of my tongue to draw a line down her stomach to her little patch of trimmed fur, which I kissed and smelled, enjoying for the first time the smell of her musk. It was intoxicating. I spent a long time just there: kissing and feeling her fur on my cheek. Then, I got up and spread her legs with my hands, holding them behind her knees. I positioned myself lower and ran my tongue up her thigh. She quivered and sighed. I ran it up the other thigh, and she shivered again. I kissed all around her snatch: on her thighs, on top of her legs, her fur. I teased her, and she knew it.

"Oh darn you! Do it! Kiss me!"

"What did you say?" I said teasingly.

"Kiss my pussy! Eat me!"

"Such nasty words from such a pretty girl," I said, "But as I have said before, whatever pleases my lady!"

And with that, I put my mouth and tongue squarely and firmly on her pussy lips. She cried out, put her legs around my head and over my shoulders, and pulled me by the hair to her. I stuck my tongue between her lips and tasted her warm juices. I stuck it in as far as I could, then brought it out, and stuck it in, and brought it out. I made love to her pussy with my tongue, and it wasn't long before she arched her back and clamped her legs around my head hard, sighing in orgasm. But I wasn't done. I moved a little and tongued her nub of a clit. She gasped and arched, and then pulled me to it with her hands behind my head. I tongued and licked it and sucked it until again she arched her back and clamped her legs in another orgasm.

"Please stop! I can't take any more!" she gasped.

"Are you sure? I love your taste, and I could do this forever!"

"Yes, please stop. I can't take any more!"

"Beg for mercy!"

"Mercy! Mercy! Please, sir knight, no more!"

I laughed and moved up and kissed her deeply. She could taste her juices on my tongue, and she kissed me ravenously, voraciously. We kissed for a long time. Her arms clung to my neck. Mine caressed her naked back. Her legs wrapped around my jeans and held me tight.

"You're suffering, I'll bet," she said, moving her hips and rubbing my erection with her pussy through my pants.

"Suffering is a pretty good choice of words," I replied truthfully, my balls being painfully blue.

She smiled, "Time for reciprocity!" With that, she rolled us off the sofa onto the floor, landing on top of me and knocking me even more breathless. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and worked them and my briefs down my legs and off. She bade me remove my shirt, which I pulled over my head. We were both naked.

"Now," she wondered, finger on chin, "What flavor ice cream should I imagine you to be?" We laughed, and she gently took my huge cock in her small hands, kneeling between my legs. Bending over, she slowly took the head into her mouth, and sucked. The feeling was incredible. I had never felt a girl's mouth on my cock before. She came off, and proceeded to lick the entire length of my shaft, from base to tip and back. She stopped and tickled that place just underneath the head with her tongue. I was in heaven. She took my head again, and tongued it while it was in her mouth. It was the most exquisite blowjob I could imagine. She slowly took more of my length, and then backed off to having just the tip between her lips. She swirled her tongue around my head. Then she took it in her mouth again. She took more, and came back to the tip. The slow stroking of my member with her lips was driving me wild. I moaned and tried not to think about spurting cum in her mouth. Then, she positioned herself a little higher and started moving her lips down my shaft. Further and further my cock disappeared into her mouth until – wonder of wonders – her nose touched my pubic hair. All nine inches were inside her throat. The feeling of her tongue along my shaft was wonderful, and too stimulating. She came up for air and panted.