Chapter 3
John Franck, Still Taping
"Here we go again, Doc. Tape #2. Hope your dildo don't break."
"I met an eighteen-year-old high school senior named Grace when I had just turned nineteen. We sort of hung out together for two weeks without ever kissing or even touching anything that might be construed as private. What brought us together, believe it or not was stamps. We both collected stamps. I mean, here I was a college freshman making it with a high school senior. But the stamps brought us together, first in the Stamp Club where we kind of bonded as it were. But, oh, boy, after I kissed her that first time, you couldn't pull us apart. She was attractive and intelligent, but weird in a nice sort of way. I thought she was great. She even had her own car, a 1976 Mustang.
"As it turned out, she was far more hung up on me than I was on her. What she liked about me was that I was the first guy to go down on her. The consummation as it were, happened this way.
"I went over to her house around six. It was a Thursday and I was there to see her collection of stamps and ostensibly to trade. I had two stamps that Grace coveted. As it turned out we didn't make any trade. Her stamps had far less value than mine. But that's the way it goes.
"We ordered some pizza and watched a movie, with a few hunky guys, but nothing for her to get excited about. She was wearing this blue top cut down to her breasts and she wasn't wearing a bra. Then she had on a denim skirt that barely covered anything. In fact, I caught a glimpse of her white panties with little roses at one point. I wasn't really watching the movie, I was watching her. Remembering back, she seemed to be watching me too, but I didn't notice it at the time. It was about eight when the movie was over and we started talking.
"One thing I noticed was that Grace kept returning her hands to her lap – kept touching the inside of one thigh, maybe absentmindedly, maybe with an ulterior motive, I didn't know. But she had given me a hardon thinking about how I'd like to have my fingers doing all that walking, ya know?
"Anyway, some twenty minutes into a nothing conversation, Grace looked over at me and asked, "So, Johnny, have you ever seen a naked girl? I mean in person. Did'ja ever go all the way?"
"I shifted around on the chair I was sitting in as I answered her."Uh, yeah, Grace, actually I have seen a naked girl, err, woman before."
"With a doubtful expression she looked directly at me and said, "So you have, have you? Well, did you make it with her?"
"I got this kinda shit-eating grin on my puss and told her, "Well, yeah, and with more than one girl, too."
"Her eyes got kinda shiny and her voice dropped in tone; and what came out was husky, even horny. "Go on, Johnny, tell me what happened."
"I told her about, well not everything, but in general I told her about Barbara and Joanie. Enough so that she knew I wasn't bullshitting her. After I'd finished telling her how Joanie had the baby, I looked up at her only to find her smiling and nodding at me. Then without her saying a word, she got up and walked into the kitchen, and came back in a minute holding a carrot.
"She threw her head back, moved her left hand across her crotch, shot me a glance, and walked off to her bedroom.
"I waited a minute or so as I tried to decide if I should follow or not. Remember, Doc, even though she was younger than me, I wasn't that confident, but I followed her into her bedroom.
"Now one reason I did was that she'd left the door wide open. Grace had just finished removing her panties. I stood in the doorway staring in disbelief at her perfect figure, that awesome form. She put poor Joanie to shame. Her breasts were more beautiful than anything I had ever seen in any magazine or on any movie, and I had seen a few. Her stomach was flat and smooth with only her perfect little belly button breaking its plane. Her legs were long and muscular, strong from running and working out. Her entire body was tan, the result of hours at the beach. Her slender arms crossed her body sensuously, her long fingers rolling over her tits and love mound. Her cunt was neatly trimmed; the first time I'd laid eyes on one like that. It was perfect, simmering and glistening with her juices. She let loose a long sigh and fell back onto her bed, spreading her legs wide, and she smiled at me.
"Her dark hair covered the pillows and parts of the comforter; and her eyes . . . her eyes still somehow innocent and pure the combination serving to make them so much more erotic.
"She looked at me and in a barely audible voice, said, "Johnny, take off your clothes and come over here."
"I fumbled with my zipper as I tore my T-shirt off my back. I kicked my shoes away into the room, and ripped my socks off. Finally, my boxers came off and my dick sprang out and up at attention. I walked across the room, my dick bouncing against my stomach and thighs, until I stood at her side. She seemed even more beautiful close up. I suspect that might have been the pheromones kicking in on my sensory system, but who knows? I mean a naked woman in heat does things to a guy, ya know?"
"I need your help, Johnny," she whispered. "I need you to oil me down with the baby oil on the table there."
"I stepped over to the bedside table and grabbed the oil. I spilled it into my hands and began to rub her stomach slowly in circles. My hands moved freely over her tanned, taught figure. The oil seeped into her skin, shining in the light of the lamp across the room. My hands worked their way up her stomach to her chest. I circled her breasts and slowly made my way up towards her nipples in slow circles. Finally I ran my finger across her hard nipples as she shuddered and moaned ever so slightly. I then proceeded to rub her shoulders and arms and sweet face.
"Grace moaned once, and then said, "I believe you, you know. About Barbara, and what was her name? Oh, Joanie. Yeah, I know it's true. And now that I've seen your magnificent looking cock I'm glad I came in here and stripped for you."
"I didn't say a goddamn word. I couldn't."
"Have you ever massaged a girl before?"
"My damn voice cracked as I finally replied. "No . . . but it seems easy enough."
"Grace laughed. "Still growing, huh? Well you're hung plenty enough for little old Gracie here, that's for sure. Can you do my feet?"
"I grunted that I supposed I could, and moved to her feet. But instinct . . . ya know Doc, I should mention this 'cause it might be relevant. My instincts with regard to women and what they want and when they want things has been true all my life. I don't know why; it just works that way. And so it was with Grace. She'd asked me to massage her feet. Okay, I could do that easily enough, but my instinct told me to do otherwise and I always follow that instinctive impulse.
"So I licked the soles of her feet, and then sucked her toes as she writhed and giggled in pleasure. Next I oiled her feet and began moving ever so slowly up her calves and onto her thighs --- her inner, more sensitive thighs.
"It's funny, 'cause while I was trying to decide to go down on her or not, she turned over, and so I continued rubbing the oil on her back, shoulders, legs and ass. Now I had the king of all hardons, but I told myself, all in good time, my man, all in good time. I truly believe it paid dividends later on.
"I took special time with her shoulders and butt, making her groan in pleasure as I rubbed her down. Finally, after close to thirty minutes of my hands exploring and pleasuring her entire body, I thought Grace was ready for me to finish her treatment.
"Needless to say, I was caught off guard when she rolled over. I thought she was presenting her pussy to me, but I was wrong. She reached beside the bed and picked up that damned carrot and shoved it into her snatch; and she was while teasing her clit with the other hand.
"I sat on the bed and jerked off. Slowly, of course, in case she suddenly changed her mind. Still it was something to see, I mean she was hot, really hot and so was I.
"Grace began moaning, and using a sort of mantra, like, "Oh, Oh, that feels good!"
"She sucked in her breath and moaned as if someone was fucking her, "Deeper! Deeper! Oh, yeah, fuck me deeper. Oh yeah! That's just what I need; shove that hard cock into me!"
"She exhaled and resumed her chant, ""Oh, Oh, that feels good!"
"I broke my silence and approached with my stiff cock in hand. "Grace, you want . . ."
"Fuck off!" She yelled, opening her eyes and seeing me and my offering.
"Then, closing her eyes again she continued, "Oh, yeah, fill my aching hole until you explode in me. I wanna melt around you."
"Grace's hips were bucking up and down, and her tits, which were quite well defined, were quaking with every movement. The carrot was glistening with her juices, and she had the bed rocking pretty good. I had quit jerking off, mesmerized by her weird actions.
