0 comments/ 29195 views/ 2 favorites A Certain Smile Ch. 01 By: KD1959 A Note to the Reader This is a work of pure fiction intended for an adult audience. It's the first story I've shared publicly. Many of my stories have existed for only a day before being relegated to the trash bin, and gosh darn it I'm tired of doing that. This was a fun one to write, and I hope you find it enjoyable. * Prelude: 1976 Katie was the kind you take home to mom. I never did. Embarrassment avoidance was an almost daily concern of mine back in high school days. Mom wasn't a beast and we didn't live in a hovel, mind you, but I tended to seek out the better-washed for friends and conquests. And this particular green-eyed girlfriend lived in a house exactly four times the size of my own. We met in fast-food, she a pretty and demure cashier with curly blond hair, and I a lanky and brazen burger flipper who smelled of garlic and grease. It was the spring quarter of my junior year. Katie was a senior at a rival school in the county. Every time I picked her up, I talked with her dad in their formal living room. I never had to wait too long to be rescued. I later imagined that her father informed her to minimize the amount of time my Valiant spent in his driveway. I chatted with her mom a couple times, and I remember her as a hot one. It bode well for her daughter's future. Sex wasn't a part of dating Katie. I liked being with her, talking with her, and smelling her. Damn, could she ever arouse through her scents alone! To hug her and kiss her neck was to be overwhelmed with desire. I tried my best to steer it toward the other senses, but it wasn't to be. Typically, it was just a kiss in the dark driveway that punctuated the evening. The kisses at least got better over the three months we went to movies, dinners, some being double-dates, and that one killer party. Taking her home after that one was not any different, though. She had taken to holding my hands while we kissed, and that's how it went. And then she did what she always did, giving me the smile that said "I'm sorry." And it always morphed into a smile of genuine fondness for me. Yeah, that smile of hers is what kept me coming back. On what ended up being our last date, we spent a little time at the local make-out zone. I don't know what I was thinking, really. Not so much as a kiss transpired there along the river. "I can't, Jeffrey. I'm sorry." And she gave me that damn smile. I've no idea what my expression conveyed. I positively wrote-off getting into her pants. I wondered if she had a wiener or something and didn't want me finding out. Fine, fine; it's not like I wasn't making the most of the weekend's other date night, at least during a few of the weekends while we dated. But the summer was ending and big changes were coming. Katie would be off to college soon, and I had things to do in getting ready for senior year. Off to college Katie went. I did some things. I ran into her mother at the grocery store one September morning. In the checkout line, we talked about what I had planned for after high school. She had only a basket of goodies so I waited for her and walked her to the car. She hugged me goodbye, and she apparently had no trouble reading my face afterward. And I'll be damned if a bittersweet smile didn't morph into sunshine. And then something like partly cloudy. "Katie said you were always a perfect gentleman, and her father and I appreciate that very much. Take care, OK?" I think I offered a "You too" in the awkwardness that followed. I jumped into her eyes and she allowed it. She was peering inside me just as intently, and I glimpsed the lover she was. I opened my mouth to speak, but she put up a delicate hand and mouthed what I think was "Can't". And then it flashed again, the family smile that means all is good when all is not. It would be a number of years before I'd see her again. That fall and winter Katie and I wrote all of four letters to each other, each increasingly shorter. And that was that. And then In the spring of my junior year in college, my mom called with news there was a letter waiting for me. Chapter 1: 1980 "It's from Katie!" Mom was acting her usual happy self when bringing news of a girl. She knew Katie was one of the special ones. "I never met that one, Jeffrey." No, she hadn't, I told her. It was convenient timing as I was to be home in a week anyway for a summer of absolute freedom. The digs, I should point out, were different. It would be my first time staying more than a night in the new house, and I was actually looking forward to it. I finished the quarter's exams and made for home. I don't think I so much as turned the radio on. Katie was everywhere. I contemplated five or six glorious scenarios of how our reunion might go, never mind she might be writing only to ask for one of my friends' phone numbers. She did look at Mark a lot on double-dates. Once home and unpacked, I lifted Katie's letter from the mantle as nonchalantly as possible. I didn't want questions. What I wanted was to run up to my new bedroom, lock the door, and tear into the envelope. Instead, I waited until after mom gave me a tour of the latest new furnishings, during which time it finally occurred to me that the letter might have been violated. It was known to happen years back. It takes only the desire and a steaming teakettle to open a letter, and she had had that one sitting around for at least a week. She was a curious woman, but that's a story for another day. Katie's letter was full of promise. It didn't take a lot of reading between lines to see she had some regrets. I read the letter a second time to scan it as might a nosy mother. Not too bad, I thought. Ah, but I could see Katie's lovely smile through her hand-written words. She wrote she hoped I'd be home for the summer and that we could see each other. She closed with a phone number. I was on the horn within five minutes. "Hello." I almost couldn't speak. That voice! One silly word and I flashed back to 16. I regained my composure and we chatted for a half-hour. She had just graduated from another college and already had an apartment with a Kathleen, one of her past roommates from the school. Kathleen had graduated the quarter before to meet a start-date for a PR job. Katie was going into a finance position in a month's time. I told her that my earlier dreams in the field of psychology had become nightmares, and somewhere along the way I found my inner mathematician. She thought it funny since I had such a hard time with figuring the tip on our dinner dates. She offered no word about boyfriends, and I kept my cards close on that subject. We set a date for the next weekend, presumably when her apartment would be presentable enough to receive a gentleman caller. It was Kathleen who answered the door when I arrived for the date. She was tiny and more cute than pretty. She was almost Goth, and she looked around nervously and ushered me inside as if hiding my presence from an RA. Been there! But at an in-town apartment and as actual adults, I thought it was odd. She disappeared quickly enough, and I just sat there quietly on the couch for a couple minutes. And then the far-prettier of the roommates walked into the living room. Gorgeous even, Katie had become! There was still an unmistakable air of innocent sweetness about her. Hair, longer, but still the curls. Damn, I thought, how is it she got out of that particular school without having marriage plans? That date brought something new. Alcohol was something Katie wouldn't drink in high school, but boy-howdy she had picked up a passion for white zinfandel. I don't recall how many she drank, but she never appeared drunk. "Highly relaxed" would describe it. And the first kiss happened organically and beautifully, and not as a last stand in a dark driveway. It was in the restaurant's parking lot after dinner. I opened the door for her and kissed her hand. Girls seem to like that. She leaned first, and the kiss lasted long enough to draw attention from an arriving elderly couple. It was wonderful. We returned to the apartment. I had such a good time that I wanted to try another tack: patience! I walked her to her door, told her how great the evening was, and waited for the kiss to happen. It did, and when we parted we found that we were holding hands. I looked down at them and couldn't keep from chuckling just the littlest bit. And she got it immediately! "I remember, Jeffrey. I was something, wasn't I?" And to that, I gave her my best and warmest smile. "It's OK," I said, "May I see you tomorrow?" She nodded. That's about how the next date ended. there was a commotion inside the apartment when we drove up. It turned out her roommate was yelling at someone over the phone. That was OK. I was really liking being with her. As much as I wanted to, I didn't push things. She started this round, after all. The third date ended differently than planned. Once back at the apartment for what was supposed to be a glass of wine and maybe an hour's visit, Kathleen was unexpectedly home and anchored to the TV. She was polite to me, I'll say that, but something wasn't right. After one glass of wine and when it was apparent no privacy was to be given, I began a polite exit speech. Katie picked up on it, frowned when Kathleen's head was turned toward me, and rose to see me to the door. "I'll walk you to your car," she said. Katie apologized for the atmosphere and said she had a really, really good time with me. She kissed me thoroughly and invited me over for the coming Saturday. "Dinner and everything" were her words. Saying that last word, she damn near winked. The roommate would be away. I worshiped the sun all week, and thought of no one but Katie. That said, her mom's face popped-in every once in a while, and I may have had a fantasy concerning her. That's normal for me, though. In my mind, I've fucked many of my friends' mothers and most all of my girlfriends' moms. "Come here, Jeffrey, and help me with something in the bedroom." Moms in general: another topic for another day. Chapter 2: The Big Date The dinner date with sweet Katie happened just as planned. With a little help from me, she made what she said was one of her mother's specialties, an almond-crusted rainbow trout, and it was outstanding. We drank most of a bottle of chardonnay before we sat down to eat. We kissed at the table, by the sink, and over by the trash can. And by 25-watt lamplight on the living room couch, I saw her breasts for the very first time. She actually laughed when she saw my expression. I told her I had waited quite a number of years for the moment. They weren't spectacular breasts but the nipples were large and hard and surrounded by the more textured of the aureole types. I nestled beside her and looked at them from the new perspective. Her breasts rose and fell with her breaths. I cupped one then the other tenderly and played with the virtual erections that were those nipples. There was no more chuckling. There was a cuddle and a kiss, and with my mouth, tongue, and teeth, I made love to her breasts. I pulled off my shirt when I came up for air. We kissed anew. When she gave her tongue, I suckled it and breathed-in her breath. I moved a hand down across her breasts and bellybutton, and there I anchored my palm. My fingertips come to rest below and outside her still-fastened chinos. They were wet! I must have been raging hard by then but I remember only the visual scene of the moment. I unsnapped and unzipped the loose-fitting slacks, spread wide the wings of fabric, and saw another first. Through the tight cotton panties, the mound and its cleft were beautiful to behold. The large bump would be her clitoris. Damn. I saw deep into the pants and where the thighs begin at the other end of the cotton. I kissed her panties' waistband and returned to her breasts and finally her lips, where occurred the wettest, deepest kiss yet. I slid my hand under the panties and through the fine pubic hair, letting only the middle finger survey the landscape. And inside, it was already slippery, wetter than any pussy I'd known upon first touch. And what about this clit? I circled it with the fingertip and felt her whole body shudder. I slid down off the couch, not moving the lucky hand until it joined the other in pulling down and off the clothing that was in my way. I was there! It was beyond beautiful. The most glorious, lightly haired pussy that I had ever seen was open for me. And it was sopping wet and fragrant. Sitting atop it, a wisp of pubic hair curled just above, was a perfect helmet of a clitoris. It was as if I had been down there licking away for several minutes. I felt her move a little and looked up to see her pull a fluffy towel from the end-table's shelf. "We'll need this," she whispered. I watched as she rose and laid the towel on the couch. She sat down on it. "I get kinda wet." The smell drew me into it but I had to do something about the pressure in my pants. I unbuckled my belt and crawled up beside her. I led a willing hand to my bulge, and then I cleared the path myself. The head of my truly aching cock was sticking out the underwear already. She reached inside and grasped most of its length, and I knew I wouldn't last long when it was its turn. Just to be unencumbered, I began to wrestle myself out of the pants. Ah, this part I remember in detail. "No," Katie whispered, "not at the same time, OK?" I remembered similar requests during high school dating but hadn't encountered such a comment in years. Still, I was holding new ground and didn't want to lose it. "I don't think I can re-zip." "Oh," she said, the awesome smile returning for a moment. It was replaced not by a different quality smile but rather something closer to fear. Oh, fuck, I thought, the natural flow has stopped. I caressed her more distant knee, and counter to every urge boiling in my 20-year old, impetuous self, I pulled the knee toward its equally adorable counterpart. It was my turn to flash a shining smile. "Katie, I really like this. It'll all been happening the way it's supposed to happen. But that doesn't mean we have to do... everything. I'm prepared in case it does, but I have no expectations." "You are a sweet one, Jeffrey." Gloriously, the smile was back. "Let's go lie down in your room. I'll keep to your limits, I promise." She partially re-dressed to make the move, opting to leave the soaked panty on the floor. I eyed it with considerable interest while she fished the blouse from behind the couch. "I'll bring these in the room," I said, picking up the treasure. The band was rolled and the gusset was fully open to see. I couldn't help but slide my thumb along the wet face that cradled her pussy some minutes before. It took some doing not to bring the thumb to my nose. "I know someone like you," she said. And then she winked! So I forgot about sniffing anything but the real thing. I zipped myself mostly closed, grabbed my shirt and shoes, and took her outstretch hand. She snatched the panty. Damn. She came out of the bathroom in an over-size white t-shirt, a new and fluffier towel in-hand. I was already stretched out in the queen-size bed, a sheet covering me completely. I turned back a corner to let her place the towel. She folded it once into something close to a square, pressed it down beside my pelvis, and crawled atop it. She came to rest on her back. I floated the sheet over her, and rolled to my side, my knee softly over hers, and my hand on her stomach. "Let's just lie here for a minute," I said. Manipulative, sure, but it allowed a real re-set. I breathed in the smell of her hair and enjoyed just the closeness. And I was hard almost immediately. My cock pressed against her hip but I did not grind in the least. I nibbled at her ears. My Katie pushed me onto my back. She reached down and placed her hand over my cock. And she pet it. So lightly she touched it through the sheet. She traced its contours with thumb and middle finger. And she grasped it, her fingertips almost meeting. I looked down to see my encased erection. There was the hand of Katie. And there, the breasts of Katie. A playful smile was the only sign she gave before she yanked away the sheet and fixed her eyes on the cock that she had made hard countless times but had never touched or seen. And was that "wonder" in her eyes? So careful she was. It took forever for her to grasp it, and when she did I let her know it was very good. She turned her head and laid a kiss on my nipple. That, I really liked. So she did it again. Keeping my cock in her grasp, she moved over me farther, found the other nipple and suckled it. I couldn't help but arch my pelvis and start the first pump myself. She caught on and began a slow and off-rhythm jacking. She returned to the closer nipple and licked and sucked it hungrily. I was in heaven. When my breaths quickened, she left my breasts and got closer to the action in her hand. She changed grip and went faster. And she got closer. She stopped jacking and went back to petting. She raised it in the air, testing how far up she could pivot it. And she brought her lips to it and kissed the ridge and down the flank. I'm not quite six and a half inches but it felt as though my cock was a foot long for the time it took her to traverse the span. Wetter kisses and tongue flicks she gave me on the way back to the head. And then she parted her lips and took the head into her mouth. It was one of the happiest moments of my life! Such a simple thing it was. It was almost a common thing, the rat I was, but this was Katie! "Oh my God, Katie, it's wonderful." Her hand joined the campaign and masturbated me where she couldn't reach with her lips. An ever so brief pause in her sucking told me there was precum, maybe a lot of it, all things considered. I felt the cold of no longer being in her mouth, and I opened my eyes to find her considering the flavor. She liked it but it seemed a new discovery. From somewhere behind her she grabbed and delivered to my chest the panties she had worn. "It's OK," she said, "I understand. Really." She returned her head to my stomach, grabbed hold of my cock, and started pumping me silly. I could see only the back of her head so I closed my eyes, took the panties in hand, and let her pump. I found the gusset by feel, and I brought it straight to my nose, left to right across my face. My left nostril found sweetness and the right found gold. Two, maybe three intense inhales later, I had to warn her. "I'm close now, I'm close now!" The bed was bouncing, and I couldn't keep from voicing the excitement of it all in sounds that weren't words -- and through sopping wet all-spice undies that I'd be taking home with me. Overload was coming quick. "Baby, sweetie... there's gonna be a lot of it... in a second... Oh damn, want me to finish?" But on she pumped -- but she slowed! The split--second I was going to encase her hand in mine, I felt her mouth over the head. There came an instant jolt of electricity. I may have left the surface of the bed. She found my hand and brought it there and I knew what she wanted. I grabbed my cock's base and pumped as hard as I could without punching Katie in the lips on the way up. She was attached to the head and I felt her tongue circling and dancing. And bang! The first squirt of cum was a big and powerful one that moved her off the hydrant. I heard a gulp and I felt her head back on my stomach. Breathing only the air that passed through her pussy-soaked panties, I jacked myself until I couldn't move. No telling how much cum escaped me but it was up there with the big ones. I took the panties from my face. Katie, with a face full of cum, was smiling at me. It was true affection and maybe more. God, she was pretty right then. My breaths slowed and I looked at the nipples that were poking her t-shirt. Oh my, her right one was wet -- a direct and considerable hit. A Certain Smile Ch. 01 Katie excused herself to grab and warm a washcloth. I heard the faucet come on and I looked at the panties again. I imagined what was to come. She joined me with a plop. Her face was clean. She moved the washcloth over my stomach and down into my pubic hair. There, she dabbed caring fashion. My cock had become merely a dick, but at the tip was a droplet of cum. She regarded it. And she took the whole soft thing into her mouth and sucked it clean. ### End of Part One In Part Two, Jeffrey recalls what happened when he turned to Katie's pussy. A surprise awaits, but the big surprise comes the next day. A Certain Smile Ch. 02 I wrestled Katie onto her back, made some kind of silly "I'm happy" noise and made for her lips. I hovered above her face a second and saw wonder in the beauty of her eyes. I then moved close and suckled each lip individually, running my tongue underneath. The faint taste of cum was wonderful from her mouth! "Damn, that was nice," I had to say aloud. "Wanna... just lie here some more while I recover a little?" "Yeah," she said, "we can just lie here for a while and hug." We did just that for a long time, and we talked. She apologized for being too straight-laced in high school. As we talked, my hand worked its way from the small of her back and underneath that infernal t-shirt. I caressed her back and shoulders and began a slow journey to her bottom. Here, I rubbed, and farther down I rubbed. I skipped my palm and fingertips over the bright white orbs and the valley between them. And I traced a line along the valley and pressed inward toward at the end of the line. There was no need to probe for wetness. It was there on the surface. I removed the finger almost right away, my getting things out of order. "It's OK," she whispered. "That felt really nice." And we kissed again. "Let's get this shirt off you, huh? And... would you like me to cover up?" My sweet Katie didn't speak. She raised herself and then she raised her arms. Excellent. I sat up and made it a slow unveiling. I knew one nipple would taste of me and I was eager to suckle it. Both breasts came into view at the same time. Then her underarms. Once I saw them, things went into slow motion. I kept raising the shirt but i brought my face toward the nearer underarm and inhaled audibly. It was wonderful! Her deodorant was certainly there but also there was that sweetness with an edge of muskiness or maybe soft acridness, a smell that's not unlike what's left behind in a scented panty. I tickled her there with the tip of my nose and drew in all I could gather. My dick wouldn't be soft long. I wanted to lick her there but didn't want to lose my sense of taste to the bits of aluminum-God-knows-what that would be there. Once the shirt's neckband cleared her head, Katie finished the removal but kept the arm up. "Remember downstairs when I mentioned I knew someone like you?" she said. Her soaking wet panties came back into mind. "Yeah," I said in a way that Eeyore might. "Ditto. But... well, not now." Katie lowered her arm and began a slow visual survey of my body. Though not hard, I was damn close to being that way. Once she was back at my eyes, she carried a new smile, one I'd never seen. On any other girl it would mean nothing short of fucking will do. Then there came the most wicked smile ever to grace a bedroom. "Have I mentioned I get kind of wet?" Not a lot was said after that. In almost gymnastic form, Katie's moved the towel under her bottom and stretched out on her back. I got my side and laid my head on her shoulder. For untold minutes, I simply caressed her. She brought her lips to mine, and when I couldn't stand it anymore I rose to my hands and knees and went straight to her nipples, tasting a little saltiness from the first. I brought them into my mouth and tongue-flicked and suckled in noisy fashion. I pushed her arms over her head and stole sniffs and light kisses from her beautiful, almost perfectly smooth underarms. Her moans were as frequent from these as from the nipple play. And they were pretty nice nipples when aroused! She fondled one as I kissed the other. I watched her knead it and rub light circles over it with the tip of her thumb. I mimicked the demonstration, first with fingers and then with lips and tongue-tip. And she let me know it was good. I repeated and varied the motions for each nipple, and then licked a line down to her tummy. I could never resist deep "inny" bellybuttons, and hers I licked and lightly prodded with a pinky. I looked up for permission or encouragement -- or maybe just to gauge her excitement -- and saw that her head was turned to one side, her nose almost touching the underarm that I had so enjoyed. She saw me looking. And she parted her legs for me. I was still over her belly when she did it, and I could absolutely, positively hear the wetness. It was the sound of a lingering kiss Ah, and then I smelled it. I could see only the wispy pubic hair and the tip of her clit. I kissed her midway between bellybutton and mound, the first of a three-kiss journey to her pussy. It was rich and magnetic and my mouth actually watered. I caressed the insides of her thighs and moved the hand up and around the short pubic hair, not touching where I most wanted to be. I heard Katie moan softly, and it was the cue I was waiting for. About midway down the open labial smile, I rubbed two fingers, first on one side and then the other. Her legs open father for me and I slid a single finger inside the wet opening and curled upward inside her in search of the ridge of her g-spot. I withdrew and put two fingers inside and let my thumb come to rest atop her clit. Katie sucked in a liter of air as I circled around her tiny penis with the thumb. So hard it was! I slowly removed the fingers from inside her and brought the wetness to the beautiful erection. I sized it between thumb and fingers, making something of a pussy for what was the near-equal of the tip of my pinky. Moans became cries. Still lying beside her, I kissed the curl of pubic hair and drew in a big, big breath. "You don't have to," she whispered, petting the back of my neck. I stayed where I was and whispered back. "Wouldn't miss this for the world." I moved into position between her legs and looked up at her while pushing each thigh a few inches farther apart. We shared a great moment in each other's eyes and then I looked down. The majesty was dumbfounding. The clit, a grand helmeted pole, was just the beginning. Her pussy was fully open for me and glistening without need of anyone's saliva. I dived in. I found myself swallowing every few seconds, and I thanked God for my long nose. It massaged the clit while my tongue darted around her opening. She was sopping wet and I couldn't get enough of the taste. I lapped her pussy like a damn dog even. I've no idea how long I stayed there. It could have been as little as 60-seconds. She lost herself in moans and cries and that's when the real flavor came! My nose was running circles around her clit when she squirted right into my open mouth. Never had I gotten this much! "Oh my God," I said after swallowing the first mouthful. There were lesser but continuing gushes that appeared as boy cum but had a taste all its own. Girl cum is the freshest, purest-tasting thing there is, and there was a lot of it. She continued to writhe as I sucked the river's source in what unexpectedly became the best oral sex I'd ever known. And she was loving it too! Her finger joined the party at the end. The gushing ended and she lay back, still breathing hard and quick. She reached down and rubbed my head tenderly. I laid several kisses atop her pussy and along the insides of her thighs. Wet thighs. I crawled up her body and laid my head on her chest. "That was the best time I ever had doing that," I whispered. "I don't want to be tacky but you taste really, really good." And I looked up for a response. Her open mouth formed a smile. "I've always been embarrassed about how wet I get, especially at the end." "Don't be," I said. "Don't be. I loved it. It's wonderful" I straddled my Katie's hips and brought the tip of my nose to the tip of hers. I figured there was no way she'd be turned off by her own smells and I was right. Nor was she turned off by her own flavors. Quite the contrary. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips to hers. I tasted her anew. I tasted me. She rolled me onto my back and crawled aboard. She was one happy, quivering girl! I had questions but they could wait. What she said shed at least some light on the high school dating. With a "problem" like hers, making out in clothes is an actual problem. Hard to keep things from mom, I guessed. And seat wetting. When a couple years later I finally first saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show, I thought of Katie when Janet sang of the seat wetting problem. Poor Brad. We cuddled a long while. I closed my legs and wriggled some to align our pubic mounds. Her breathing returned to normal. I stroked her back and sides. My cock began to rise again, and as it inflated it came to rest against her warm pussy. She opened her legs just a little to let it channel nicely, something like a hotdog in a bun. "I'm apparently enjoying this a lot," I said. "It's fine to just lie here, really" I absolutely meant it. My cock grew harder and was now pointing straight up and pressing along the length of her pussy. More blood flowed into it and harder it pressed against her there. Warm, wet. Until that second, I had been happy with where we had been. Hell, we could leave a couple things for next time, I thought. "Maybe," she said, lifting her head and almost grinning, "Maybe we can just rub it on the outside." She rose from my chest, putting even more backward pressure on my cock -- making me grimace and her jump a little in reaction to my curious facial expression and perhaps how the extra pressure was making her feel. But whatever it was, she rose enough to let my cock begin to pivot. And the head lodged squarely -- roundly -- into her opening! The head was almost home. What we shared next was the most memorable mutual eye gaze I was ever to know. It's unbelievable the amount information they can bring. With this one, she told me she was a virgin but I could be the first, and I told her that'd be just fine but we don't have to do it right that second. And we actually undocked and the head slid up between the oil-rich petals but it stopped quite suddenly. We both looked down. Yeah, was caught by her clit. I reached down and grabbed hold of my shaft and I massaged its head with that wondrous appendage of hers. She took the cock from my hand and guided it in her own patterns. She pushed against it harder than I did. And I felt how stiff it was! She had a cock of her own, this woman of wonder, and her excitement was growing slowly and steadily. I HAD to be inside her! I couldn't reach my pants. The pocket. It carried three condoms. "It's prominent, isn't it?" she said. "That's one word for it." She let my cock come to rest against my body, and she knee-walked closer, settling atop it. I could see just the almost purple head. And then she began a slow forward and back slide. I pinned my elbows at my sides and raised my wrists in seeking her hands. She accepted them as bridles and then rose up to a proper riding position. Much better, she agreed with the eyes. And she rode me! It felt almost as though we were doing it. Her breasts were alive as they swung and bounced. I summoned one with an open mouth and she delivered the other. Mmm. "I do have something... in my pocket over there," I whispered to her. We locked eyes again. She was pondering it all. "Just... don't finish inside, OK?" she said. And she rose a little in her squat and guided my cock back to where it had been lodged once before. Again, we took full notice of the moment. This was it. She let her weight fall and the head dipped inside and met a glorious curtain, a tightness that didn't seem possible considering the surroundings. It squeezed even the underside of my cock but in I went and more roomy it became inside. I'm really inside her, I thought to myself, and it was the nicest place I had ever been. With me deep inside her, she moved laterally a little and I felt the end of my cock switch sides in there. She rose and fell again, cried out my name, and commenced to fuck my balls off. All I did was arch my pelvis; she did everything else, going from pump to grind and wriggle and back to pump. Never as good as this, I thought. I had to speak. "I can't last a lot longer, sorry. This is the best it's ever been for me and I'm... getting close to getting close." I rolled us over, staying planted, and I explored where I wanted. She enjoyed the change too. I didn't have many strokes left in me. We locked eyes yet again and then I rammed her as hard as I could. And I did it again and again and pulled out quickly and shot a stream of cum that hit her in the throat. I humped her mound and clit and came some more and I felt her shaking underneath me. I stayed over the massive clit and fucked it with my cock's flank as long as I could. She gasped twice and screamed. It was a very loud scream and I knew I was missing a treat down there. Still, a new warmth surrounded my cock. Her cries subsided and I collapsed onto her cum-covered self. No motion, no talk. She hugged my shoulders. I heard her sniff a little. I raised my head and saw tears coming from her eyes. No one was ever more beautiful than her at that moment. I moved beside her and elbow-propped my head. "There are no actual words for that," I said. She grabbed my neck and kissed me a big one. What had been streaks and puddles on her tummy had become smears on both of us. She folded a pillow, a wet one I think, to prop her head higher. She surveyed her body and the wetness I contributed. She ran a finger through a sloppy smear and enjoyed its slipperiness. She brought the fingers to her face. She inhaled softly, paused, and brought the fingers to her mouth. She sucked the fingers and made a point of swallowing. I gathered more for her and slathered it along her lips. And she licked her lips and then I kissed them. I reached for the wetness of her pussy and slid two fingers in as far as they would go, and these glistening fingers I sucked myself. There was no doubt I had cum inside her after all. My face may have given the realization away for she asked, "What is it?". "Just a little taste of me in there," I said to her. "Not much." "Boys!" she exclaimed playfully. "At least now I know how it happens." And that's when the smile began beaming from her once again. Oh my, I thought. We hugged and kissed, and I managed to avoid asking the obvious question. At some point we fell asleep, but before dozing I pondered the sequence of realizations and suspicions, of comments, and of what had happened that was between only our eyes. One thing was certain and another was looking likely. Chapter 3 "Good morrrrrrrning," is what I heard. On my back, apparently, I waited for a second alarm. It's was "How are ya?" "I'm good," I said, opening my eyes to... an angel. She wore a fluffy white robe, loosely tied, and her hair was golden in the morning sun. The face was a brand new one. It faced me straighter than it ever had. Something else was pretty straight and there was just a sheet above it. "That happens in the morning no matter what's going on," I said as sweetly as I could. "Although I am happy to see you." The angel laughed. She sat down beside me and pulled down the sheet as might a magician. "I used to be afraid of these things," she said. "Last night... was my first time... and the way it went I may be pregnant right now." Right, she was, but the confirmation of being her first was all I cared to process -- and being her second too, and as soon as possible. "I won't desert you," I said. "We'll find out in time. For now, well, I do have... protection." With that, she pried her eyes from my cock, identified the pants in the pile, and within maybe 20 seconds she was riding me again. Katie enjoyed being on top. Or maybe I liked being underneath. Both are true, I guess. But we finished doggy-style and she really, really liked that. I couldn't take my eyes off her ass and the pretty pink anus. I spread her cheeks as I pumped. And I hit a new place inside her, she said. And I loved being able to cum inside her, if into a too-small reservoir tip, to enjoy every possible second in her pussy. And I felt her come. Her pussy grabbed a tighter hold on my cock. I felt the warm flow drip down my thighs. She was gushing again, and damn, I wanted a taste of it. But i just couldn't pull out of her. Such a long time coming, I wanted to stay there all night. I massaged her slippery bottom and pulled the cheeks apart. Just beautiful. I slid a finger toward her swirling second opening and dipped just the tip inside and let her muscle push it out. I felt my cock deflating and receding on its own. I rubbed the new target goodbye and pulled out of her with a plop. I left the condom in place, plopped on my back, and guided her toward me. Both of us perhaps self-conscious about our morning breath, we didn't kiss even once to that point. She decided it was her job to remove the condom. She rolled it most of the way down, tugged it off, and held it up to the considerable sunlight. "Damn," she said. And "Damn" is what I thought when she squeezed the contents onto my nipples and licked and sucked me there until it was gone. I really like this girl. That's what I was thinking about then. We showered together, and in washing her thoroughly from my knees, I got an even closer look at her anus. I rubbed some soap over to it and lingered. So pretty it was. I aimed her cheeks toward the water and watched the soap wash away. Soon, I thought. We went out for a huge breakfast and spent a couple hours just talking in the park downtown. Kathleen was just back from her night away when we arrived at the apartment. In a none-too-friendly tone, Kathleen asked, "You going to church today?" "We go together sometimes," my new lover said to me. Turning away, she aimed the next comment at her roommate. "Not today, though." What I saw next on the roommate's face was jealousy writ large, but the expression morphed into something like acceptance. My Katie stayed sweet and calm. "We'll talk later" was all she said to her roommate. "But you," she said turning to me, "Let's talk more now, OK?" It's likely she saw the light bulb over my head. Pieces did come together quickly. We sat in my car for a few minutes and she told me some of her story. The roommate dated back to freshman year in college. They started going to church together when others recovered from hangovers. They became very close. Neither dated. "It's funny how quickly our periods aligned," and after that sentence she launched into her confessional. "That's what got us talking about sex -- not having sex -- that big night midway through freshman year. I told her of my problem with wetness and my girl-penis. I mean, I couldn't talk about it with my mom. I was happy to have a non-party girl as a roommate and confidant, and so I told her everything: not making out because of the embarrassment potential and too many years hearing my mother... say things, and then, of course, there's that wetness thing again. I looked over to Kathleen and she was the very picture of concern. We hugged and she patted me on the back. And pulling away, we just caught each other's eye somehow, and we kissed. It was a pretty quick one but it was different than other kisses we girls do. And we kissed again, and this one was exhilarating, I tell ya! I hate to say this but that night we did almost everything two girls can do. And, uh, she had the same reaction to my bonuses that you did, bless your heart. So anyway, she and I stayed roommates the next year. And we were lovers the whole time. Huge secret. My mom would have died. Hers too. But going into junior year was different. We had sex the first night back together but that was it. It was a weird year all around. So senior year we got other places and new roommates but still saw each other at church. We got to be almost friends again, and that's when she asked if I wanted to be her roommate while I figured out the post-college thing. And then like two idiots, we slept together the first night. It set the wrong tone. It's possible I'm supposed to be with a woman in this life. But it's not her. And it's possible I'm not" A Certain Smile Ch. 02 And then she shut up. I wanted to ask "Why me now?" but there was time for that later. We drove around for a while waiting for hunger to return and talked only of the immediate future, that being that we both enjoyed the status-quo. We had big burgers and beer for lunch at a downtown bar and went back to the apartment. The girls talked a little in the kitchen. I saw them come to some kind of accord, and I saw them hug. And both came into the living room smiling. "It is good to meet you," said Kathleen. "I've heard you're a really sweet guy." Wow, she meant that, I thought. Are things about to improve big-time here? "And it's nice to meet you," I said. I wanted to add something to that, but for the life of me couldn't find the right thing to say. It didn't matter. She damn hugged me there in her Sunday regalia. She even kissed my cheek. Then she said she was going out for a few hours and she was gone. And so Katie and I entertained ourselves. "So!" I ventured, "I'm guessing it's Kathleen who's... like me." "Yup. But, well, me too. She'd seek out my freshest panties when I was away, and I -- I can't believe I'm telling you this -- I'd do the same when she was gone more than a day. And we could spend minutes at a time in each other's underarms." The chat ended and we crawled back into bed. She sucked me almost right away, and she was delighted with herself that she swallowed all of it. I returned the favor but couldn't lap up everything. I made a valiant effort, though. Oh, and I kissed the neighboring opening too. I got the head of my cock in there. We decided to start with something smaller and work our way up to it. It was a fine summer, that one. I'd usually bring home the panties she wore when we were together. I'd molest them and wash them by hand afterward. And no, Katie didn't get pregnant. I remember wishing she would. In late July, she took a fine job many miles away. When I saw her for the last time, it was apparent I was more sad than she, and that wasn't lost on her. That sweet "aww" face of hers melted me. But she knew I had let promising opportunities escape me while we dated. Well, while we fucked. And she knew in a week I'd be fine again and peeking into others' panties. And she was right. I expected she'd next be with a woman, a lucky one. What neither of us expected was what happened next to me. ## Dear reader, I have many other stories to tell, but returning to this story line would be fun. I'm reticent to have the narrator hook-up with Kathleen, if mostly because it might seem I was contributing to the lie that the only thing a lesbian needs is the right man. It ain't the way my brain works! Without putting too fine a point on it, I've had both success and failure in trying to get into the pants of girls who normally only let other girls do that. In the end, it comes down to the persons involved and the specific settings. But in your comments, let me know whether it's Kathleen or Katie's mom you'd next like to see in the narrator's arms. Or maybe Kathleen with Katie's mom, with the narrator being relegated to slave status! So little time; so many permutations. Let's leave Katie's dad out of it for now. ;-) -KD