Author's note: All sexual acts portrayed in this story are between characters aged 18 or older. Any resemblance to non-fictional people and events is neither intended by the author nor inferred by the text.
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Chapter 4
"Try it."
"No way."
"Come on, it's your birthday."
"I wouldn't know how!"
"It's easy. Just put it to your lips and breathe in." Tommy Jensen demonstrated by giving his joint a quick toke. "Just a small little puff. Ease into it."
Where am I?
He handed the joint off to Lana. She looked at it quizzically with those bright green eyes, then put the joint between her coral lips. The joint smoldered a bit, and she immediately began coughing hard. Tommy laughed a bit.
"Don't worry about it," he assured her, taking the joint back. "It's never easy at first. That's why you start out slow." She watched as he took a much deeper hit, controlling his breath with expert confidence. "Just breathe normally. That's the trick. Want to try again?"
"Maybe later," Lana replied with a cough. She took another swig of her beer and looked out into that beautiful midnight vista from their perch on Harmony Cliffs. Tommy stared at her. He could see her nipples poking through her T-shirt, teasing the shape of the breasts underneath that thin cotton sheet.
"What are you thinking?" she asked him. "I mean, when you're on that stuff."
"Right now, I can see the stars in your eyes," he told her. "Your skirt blowing in the wind, it's like waves in the ocean."
"Well, you can see the stars up there," she pointed out, with a finger towards the sky, "and the ocean is right over there."
"I prefer this view."
"That's sweet," Lana said with a smile as she kissed him on the cheek. They traded a look.
What's going on? When is this happening?
"You don't have to leave," he implored her.
"You think I want to?" Lana retorted, taking another drink. "Believe me, going to Wellesley was my dad's choice, not mine."
"So don't go."
"And then what? Where would I go? What would I do?"
"I thought this was a town built by artists. You couldn't make a living here?"
She shrugged. "Daddy wants a politician in the family." Lana reached over to stroke his cheek. "Come on, Tommy-Tommy. You've got a life in De Lilla. You don't have to give it up just because I'm not here."
He held her hand against his cheek. "What did you ever see in me?" Tommy asked her.
In response, Lana merely took his joint and gave it a puff. Just as Tommy told her, she gave it a small and steady inhale, trying to breathe normally. She still coughed a bit, but it wasn't nearly as painful.
"Right now," said Lana, with a hand on his crotch. "I see a birthday present you promised me."
Tommy rolled up what was left of the joint and put it in his breast pocket. "You want your present?" he asked with a wide, razor-sharp grin.
Not that. Please not that.
She matched his grin as she crawled on top of him. "Oh, I want it."
He stretched himself out on the grass. "How bad you want it?"
"Mmm... so bad." She straddled Tommy and they kissed deeply. Their tongues danced around in each others' mouths as Tommy's hips grinded into hers. She rubbed his toned biceps as his hands held her waist, inching her shirt up. Then she took his hands.
"No, no," she softly admonished him. "Me first."
She pinned his hands above his head as they continued kissing, fumbling as she peeled his shirt off. Even as she kissed his neck and chest, she marveled at the firm lines of his muscles, casting moonlit shadows over his skin. His abs were like sculpted marble, but of course she didn't intend to stop there.
Tommy saw the way her pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. Her grin was positively radiant as she slowly undid his zipper and pulled his pants down with his boxers. Lana let out a short laugh as his massive cock sprang into view.
She rubbed her palm along the bottom of his thick shaft. "Is this all for me?"
Tommy returned her grin. "It's all for you, babe."
Please don't. Please stop.
Lana started with his scrotum, licking him all along the sack right up to the base of his shaft. She buried her face in his crotch as she sucked and licked his balls with expert finesse.
Tommy's whole body went erect at the sensation. "Oh, baby!" he moaned. "This – Ah! Ah! – this can't be your first time."
Lana only smiled in response as she slowly licked the underside of his shaft, one inch at a time. She licked and kissed the sensitive organ all up and down, going back and forth between the tip and the sack.
"Ooh, Tommy-Tommy," Lana purred, stroking his cock at the base. "You look amazing."
Lana slowly stroked his shaft, licking all around the throbbing head of his dick, getting it good and wet. Then she wrapped her mouth around the head so tightly that it made a popping noise when she pulled it back out.
"Ah!"
"Oh, you like that?" Lana asked with a smirk. She made that popping noise again and again in quick succession. Every time, her lips caught against the ridge of his glans in such a way that the
pop!
created friction that spread like a tremor through his whole body.
She licked all up and down his shaft again before taking his tip into her mouth again. As she sucked off his tip and cradled his balls with one hand, Lana's other hand was cranking up, down, and sideways to spread her spit all over his length.
"Ah, just like that, baby," groaned Tommy. "Just like that!"
Stop this. For the love of God, stop this!
Once or twice, Lana's mouth ventured a few inches lower, mostly when Tommy involuntarily thrusted into her face. But the whole time, Lana focused on the sensitive head of his cock, swirling her tongue all around the tip as she jerked him off with heavenly speed.
She could feel his breath quickening. She could hear his moans getting deeper and she could see his eyes rolling back. And her hand on his scrotum could feel the telltale spasms. She never took her lips away from his cock, but looked up and nodded as the signal to go ahead.
As his back arched and his legs went rigid, Tommy moaned to the heavens as he shot his seed right into Lana's mouth. And she kept on stroking his wilting erection, milking his dick for all it was worth until she had lapped up and swallowed every drop.
Tommy lay there panting and gasping for breath. "I thought you said you were a virgin!" he gasped out.
Lana licked her bright pink lips. "I am. Blowjobs don't count."
Tommy blinked in response. "What?"
"I keep everything above the waist and still tell Daddy I'm a virgin."
Tommy smiled and shook his head. "Clever girl."
Lana gave him a wicked smile as she peeled off her clothes. With nothing on underneath, her flawless naked form was exposed to the open air and starlight. She sat on the grass facing Tommy, with her legs wide open.
