The next day was Friday, and I spent most of it in a daze. I was getting so that my pussy was in a permanent state of excitement. My brain was constantly filled with the fancy Iâd developed for Allieâs wet pussy, fantasy images of Bobbyâs dick spurting where I could enjoy it, and the anticipation of learning more from Miss Julieâs Sexkitten column.
After school Allie had her new copy of the school gazette, and she squeezed my hand as I read it on the way home in the back of Dadâs car.
All right, ladies. Itâs time to discuss cum. You know, that hot wet sticky stuff that he loves to shoot into you. The thing to remember about cum is that buried somewhere deep in his subconscious brain, a man believes that his sperm is valuable. It is, after all, his claim to immortality. Thatâs why heâs having sex with you in the first place. If he wasnât trying to perpetuate himself, he could just whack off on the floor, and boys wouldnât need girls at all! So in order to fill this need, satisfy your guy, and have him worship you forever, you have to show him that his cum is something precious. That itâs something you just have to have inside you no matter what.
Hereâs your trick for this week. If he splashes his cum on you, wipe it up with your fingers and then lick them off. If he cums in you, scoop some up from your dripping pussy and then lick it off your hand. Always smile while you do it and make yummy noises as if youâve never tasted anything better. That goes for blowjobs, too - never spit - always swallow! Tell him that you love the taste so much that you just have to have it. And donât fake it - enjoy the sensation of that hot sticky fluid, enjoy the taste, and enjoy the look on your boyâs face while you eat it up. This is absolutely guaranteed to drive him crazy. Remember, the best Sexkittens are also cumsluts!
Whoa! Frankly, I felt like I was almost a cumslut already. Iâd become hooked on my precious Allieâs musky taste so quickly that I could hardly believe it. Since we started reading Miss Julieâs column and fooling around my mind couldnât seem to focus on anything but sex. What would happen to me if became addicted to Bobbyâs cum the same way as Allieâs? On the other hand, it sure was a lot of fun, and as much as I loved Allie, the thought of having some hot cum shoot into my pussy was starting to intrude on my thoughts ever more frequently. Besides, sheâd been fucked already. It was about my turn, wasnât it? Maybe tonight.
Dad broke my reverie when he said, âSo, what are you two up to this weekend?â
âWell,â I answered, âBobbyâs taking me to dinner and a movie tonight, and Allie and I are going to go shopping for homecoming dresses tomorrow, and then tomorrow nightâs the homecoming dance.â
âWait a minute. Did I hear you say that the two of you are going shopping? Natalie and Allie? Loose in the mall? Two teenage girls shopping?! Giggling and hanging out at the mall? God help those poor salespeople. This is going to hurt my wallet, I can just feel it.â
âYes it is,â I said. âBut youâre going to let me get whatever I want because you love me so.â
âI suppose thatâs true,â he said, laughing. âIâm assuming that youâre going to homecoming with Bobby?â
âYepper,â I said.
âWhat about you, Allie?â
âMarkâs gonna take me,â she said. âAll the boys I know in school are such idiots, and I wasnât gonna go, so he volunteered.â
âThat was nice of him,â Dad said.
âOh, Iâm sure he has some ulterior motive,â Allie said with a giggle for Dad and a conspiratorial wink for me.
When we dropped Allie off, she told me to give her a call later, and I knew that it was because she wanted a report of my night with Bobby.
I decided that if I was going to go further with Bobby tonight that I should maybe dress a little slutty for the occasion. But I didnât want Daddy to think there was anything going on, so I figured Iâd better tone it down until I left. I put on a mid length skirt, a blouse and sweater, pantyhose and low sandals. Very business-girl like. I told Mom and Dad goodbye, and that I was going to wait on the corner for Bobby. Dad was a little miffed because he believed that a girlâs date should always call at the door, but I pleaded that weâd miss the movie if we tried to change plans now. He didnât like it, but he knew Bobby well enough to let it go, and I left the house.
On the way to the corner I ducked behind our neighborâs hedge. It was pretty thick and I knew that you couldnât see into his yard from the street. Fortunately he was gone for the week and I didnât have to worry about being seen from the house either.
I opened my blouse and quickly took off my bra. I was struck with the thought that I was getting undressed outside a lot all of a sudden. I kind of giggled to myself as I rebuttoned my blouse. I noticed my erect nipples poking obviously through the fabric. Good for Bobby, bad for Daddy. Then I kicked off my sandals and removed my panties and the pantyhose. I took off the plain mid length skirt which revealed a much shorter skirt I used sometimes as a cover over my swimsuit. I stuffed the underwear, skirt and hose in my bag and went to the corner to wait for Bobby. Now I really felt like a tart. Bare legs, no bra, no panties, standing on the street corner hoping for some action. It was luscious.
Bobby came and picked me up as we had planned. If heâd been a dog he wouldâve started drooling when he saw me. My nipples were in obvious need of attention, and Iâm sure that he knew that he was in for some action tonight. Gentleman that he was, though, he didnât say anything. He even got out of the car and came around and opened the door for me.
We went to dinner at a Fazoliâs Italian restaurant. This is a chain place just a step above fast food. We talked about school, and the football team and stuff like that while we ate our spaghetti. Bobby made a few lewd remarks, but I mostly ignored them.
I had made him sit across from me, so that his wandering hands couldnât actually reach anything. I still hadnât quite decided if I wanted to go all the way tonight, and I felt safer with a little distance between us. My needy pussy influenced my actions, though, and I did kick off my shoe and run my bare foot up and down his legs under the table. It was fun, because every time I did it, I could watch his whole body jerk.
At the movie, I snuggled as close to him as I could and let him wrap his arm around me. His hand fell on my breast, and after he realized that I wasnât going to stop him this time, he began kneading and tweaking my stiff nipple through the thin fabric of my blouse. Once the movie started and the lights went down we started necking. His kisses were kind of rough and demanding. They were nothing like Allieâs, but they had pretty much the same effect on my body. Lines of energy ran from my lips and breast straight down to my naked pussy. I finally had to lift my ass for a moment and push my skirt up a little so that my cum wouldnât soak into my skirt. My bare ass rested on the vinyl, and I think that maybe I left a small puddle of cum on the seat.
I let him stroke my breast all he wanted, but every time he tried to put his hand on my bare leg I slapped it away. As the movie played unwatched on the screen before us, I reached down a few times to give his dick a good long stroke or two. He pushed it against my hand, straining for more, but I always pulled away. I wanted him good and excited for the plan I had come up with. I figured that a whole movieâs worth of imminent orgasm would have him ready to shoot when I wanted him to. But I wanted to see it shoot off this time, and a dark movie theatre wasnât the right place for what that.
The whole movie we never stopped kissing, and Bobby never stopped caressing my breast. I tell you, my nipple had never received 90 minutes of attention before, and it was sore by the time the credits ran, but it was a delicious kind of sore.