1 comments/ 23557 views/ 2 favorites Cara By: Nuttnon Thanks to all who have written about the Jenny series. I had no idea it would stir up so much, uh, interest. Rest assured that I am working on Part III, which may or may not be the conclusion - I'll leave that to my readers. Popular demand is very persuasive. In the meantime, here's a little something to hold you over... Because my car had broken down -- yet again -- I was about to board a Greyhound bus in Santa Barbara for a one-hour ride to LA to see a U2 concert. Being an impoverished UCSB undergrad at the time, renting a car was out of my price range -- too much had already gone into purchasing the 12th row floor seats. Stephanie, my date, lived in Westwood (the Bank of Mommy and Daddy were extremely good to both her and UCLA), so we had arranged for her to pick me up at the Santa Monica station around 4pm that Friday; from there we would drive to the LA Sports Arena. I'd hated buses since I was a kid so I was dreading the experience, but none of my friends were willing or able to loan me a car overnight. I arrived at the Santa Barbara bus station early, hoping to get a good seat in back. I checked the door assignments and got into the proper queue, where I struck up a conversation with the exceedingly hot redhead in front of me. The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing a sheer, loose-fitting, low-cut purple top with no bra. When the light hit just right, I could see her magnificent breasts quite clearly... but she had those pale pink nipples that so many redheaded women do, so I really had to look to discern them. When I looked up and saw that she had caught me doing so, she smiled sweetly with a twinkle in her eye. Naturally, I took this as encouragement and continued my appreciation of her charms. She, in turn, seemed to be trying to position herself in the light for maximum exposure. A knee-length denim skirt with a matching jacket -- slung over her shoulder -- and summer sandals made up the rest of her outfit, a look which I have always loved. Pretty soon I was regretting that I already had a date for the show. She told me that her name was Cara, she was nineteen and had been in town for a modeling job, and was now headed home to LA. We continued talking as we boarded, and to my happiness I saw that the three rear seats were completely empty. I maneuvered us back there and, as my continued good luck would have it, none of the remaining passengers wanted that third rear seat. Before the bus had even pulled out our conversation was getting a bit suggestive. By the time it reached Carpinteria, we were revealing the most unusual places we had each had sex. (Mine was on an empty nude beach on a weekday afternoon; hers was on the diving board of a rooftop swimming pool atop a Hollywood high-rise.) Each of us was becoming quickly aroused; I was squirming and adjusting my shorts, and she was visibly flushed. I looked into her eyes and expressed my regret that the ride would be so short. Very softly, Cara replied, "Well, we'd better make the most of it then, huh?" As the bus rolled into Ventura, we were making out and feeling each other up underneath her coat. Somewhere between Oxnard and Port Hueneme, she took out my dripping cock and began giving me a most exquisite hand job. With only my pre-come for lube, however, some extra moisture was soon needed. She took a fast look around to see if anyone was watching; satisfied that no one was, she quickly darted her head under the coat. Immediately I felt her moist lips and velvety tongue engulf my throbbing unit, and I had to suppress a moan. This girl could suck the color out of a marble! With no assistance from her hand and virtually no bobbing of her head, her mouth massaged me right to the edge of a real toe-curler. As the bus rolled past Johnny Carson's house and on through Malibu she reached into my shorts to cup my balls, and I let loose with a torrent fit to whitewash her tonsils. She took it all hungrily, yet silently. Only as she surfaced did I see that we had been noticed by the guy sitting one row forward and on the right, in front of the bus' so-called "restroom". I gave him a look and a shrug, as if to say, "Hey, brother -- you would too, and here's hoping your day will come..." while the redhead just smiled sweetly at him and wiped a trace of me from the corner of her mouth. When the bus pulled into the Santa Monica station, it was time for me to depart. Cara, of course, was going on to the downtown L.A. station. I gave her a kiss and said, "I'll never forget you." With a sexy, evil grin she said, "I know." I'll also never forget the look on the guy's face when, through the window, he saw a stacked blonde (my date) bounce over to me, kiss me and then lead me to the driver's side of her Corvette. It was a look of pure astonishment. As I climbed in, I winked at him, pointed toward the back seat and silently mouthed, "Go on -- talk to her!" He glanced back at Cara, back to me... and then it was his turn to grin. Maybe that was his day, after all... Cara and Alex Alex was to be my neighbour for the months of April and May, and I was pretty damn excited. He was a boarder at my school and he loved it, but a fire had burnt down boys' boarding and everybody had had to find someone in Winnipeg to live with for the two months. His family lived in India, so he moved in with a family friend across the street from me. We knew each other fairly well, but were not friends. We both sang in our school's talent show, and had exchanged a few words, but other than that we didn't associate. We were both seniors, but we travelled in completely different circles. As exciting as the fact that an actual teenager would be living on my street was, that wasn't what made me really happy. Alex was HOT. He was shorter than me and still had a mouth of braces, but he had flawless brown skin, thick black hair, deep brown eyes, big, smooth hands and beautiful full lips. His muscles were surprisingly prominent for his height, and he had a singing voice that made my knees go weak. I saw him at school, and ran up to him and tapped him on the shoulder without thinking. Shit, I thought to myself. What do I say now? Oh god, he's turning around. Don't be stupid. Say something! "Hey, I heard you're moving across the street from me." I kicked myself. That didn't sound creepy at all! He smiled. I knew he was only smiling, though, because he was running for class president and he needed to be nice to everyone to get their votes. He was probably scared of me now. "Really? How do you know?" "Julie told me. She's my neighbour." Julie was his family friend, and she had been bursting at the seams when she told me about this single, teenage boy moving in. She didn't approve of my current boyfriend, Quin, especially after I told her about him being a jerk to me. Alex smiled even wider. Or, I guess, his smile turned genuine. "Cool! I'm glad I'll have someone to talk to while I'm there." "For sure," I said. I put my hand comfortingly on his arm, subtly feeling his muscles. "And I know you're probably feeling down about this whole situation. If you need someone to talk to, don't be afraid to come to me." He nodded. "Thanks. I really appreciate that." "No problem. See you later," I said, walking away. That wasn't too bad, I thought. He didn't seem really creeped out. He came home on the school bus that Friday. We didn't really talk, instead he spent most his time talking to Matthew Zhao. My bus ride, like most, was spent with my headphones in my ears. The only words we exchanged was my agreement to tell him when to get off, which wasn't too hard considering I'm one of the last ones left on the bus. We got off; I pointed out my house to him and crossed the street. That weekend, I had no homework except a few questions on a French worksheet our teacher gave us as busywork. I finished early and was all set to relax. Suddenly I heard a knock at my door while my parents were out for the day. I opened the door, still in my pyjamas, and he grinned at me. I bit my lip, suddenly very aware I wasn't wearing underwear. My breasts were bouncing freely in my oversized camp T-shirt, and my red monkey boxers were daringly short and loose. He looked me up and down and winked, causing my heart to beat even faster. "Nice PJs," he said. I rolled my eyes. "Thank you, Alex. Can I help you?" "I was wondering if you'd like to come over," he suggested. "I'm going to be living here for the next two months, we should chill. Besides, Julie really wants to see you. She said she wants to talk to you." I laughed, knowing exactly what she wanted to say. "Sure, I'll be right there. Just give me about five minutes to change." "OK," he said. "See ya." After closing the door, I hurried to my room. Sexy, but not slutty, I thought to myself. I ended up wearing my grey bra with a flimsy blue t-shirt, plain green underwear and short jean shorts. I shaved my legs without getting in the shower, and after brushing my hair and teeth I quickly applied mascara and lip gloss. Unsatisfied with my insane curls, I pulled them in to a ponytail on the right side of my head. I slipped in to my flip flops, feeling confident with my blue painted toenails, and hurried across the street. Julie answered the door before I could knock. "Hey Cara! How are you?" She was bright and cheerful. I laughed to myself. "I'm alright. Is Alex there?" I tried not to make myself sound too eager, and I had to keep myself from jumping on Alex as he walked down the stairs. "Hey," he called out. He looked so sexy. He was wearing a navy blue t-shirt that emphasized all the right things, and light blue shorts similar to those I'd seen him wearing after hours at school. His hair was a little messy. Julie saw me ogling him and winked at me. "I'll leave you two alone," she hinted, quite unsubtly. "Go have fun. I'll be down here if you need me." I'm pretty sure I saw Alex glare at her, but he quickly regained his nonchalant, sexy composure and gestured up the stairs. "Come on up," he invited. I stepped out my flip flops and hurried up the stairs. We went straight to his room, he closed the door and I gaped. Not at the massive space, not even at the navy blue covered double bed. There was a giant hole in his wall, and on the other side was a bathroom. He saw me looking and laughed. "I know. It's insane. But it's nice. " "Not much privacy," I commented. He laughed. "The toilet and the shower are out of view. And actually, if you don't mind, I'm going to use those facilities right now." "Sure," I responded, sitting on his bed. He disappeared out of sight, and I heard him peeing. Then he flushed, and walked over to the counter to wash his hands. While he was there, I watched him put on deodorant, a tiny bit of cologne and spritz some breath spray in to his mouth. I laughed, and he turned around and faked a wink. I blew him a kiss in response. He sat down beside me, surprisingly close. I could smell his now delicious scent, and it was turning me on. I couldn't believe that this boy that I had only just started talking to was within kissing distance from me. I took a deep, silent breath and started talking. "So how do you like living in a house?" He laughed. "It's different. I miss boarding, but I like it here. It's weird having a room to myself." I nodded. "I know what you mean. I go to a summer camp where you spend 3 weeks in a cabin with 7 other girls. I cry every year when I leave. I remember one year I cried solely because I was so lonely in my room." He smiled and scooted even closer to me. I breathed in again, inhaling his sweet scent. I decided to try something. I touched his wrist with my fingertips and started talking again. He glanced down, but looked right back up. "How is it living with Julie? She's quite...enthusiastic." He grinned. "It's never boring, that's for sure." I laughed. "Did you ever miss your family in boarding?" He thought about it for a moment. "Only when I'm sick. Other than that I love being around people my age." I nodded. "Me too. My camp is my heaven. So do you have a girlfriend?" I knew the answer was no, but I asked anyway. "No." I faked surprise. "What? Why?" He shrugged. "Girls just aren't into me, I guess." He looked kind of sad. "That's ridiculous," I said. "You're so nice, and funny, and hot – "I stopped abruptly, realizing what I had said. He raised one eyebrow, and I knew I had given myself away. "You think I'm hot?" I blushed, which is saying something, because I NEVER blush. EVER. "Well, I mean, you're good looking and all..." He suddenly lay down on top of me, placing his hands on my waist. He took off my glasses and slowly put them on his nightstand. He started whispering in my ear. "I'm glad you think so, because I've wanted you for a long time. Seeing you earlier today turned me on more that you can believe. I've never seen you show that much leg and it was definitely worth the wait. I want you so bad, Cara." He propped himself up, his voice returning to a normal volume. "I'm sorry, you're the guest." He winked. "What would YOU like to do?" I didn't answer, I just swallowed. He started to lean towards me very slowly. I gasped quietly and moved my grip up to the back of his neck. He hesitated for only the slightest moment before softly pressing his lips to mine. I felt his other hand on my lower back, and I closed my eyes. He pulled away, and I slowly opened my eyes. As soon as they opened, he went in again, harder this time. I gasped and moved both my hands to his muscular back as his tongue slipped in my mouth. I passionately opened it and let my tongue swirl around with his. Our hands were all over each other's backs, legs, necks and hair. He grabbed my leg and swung it around his back. I held him tightly, and he started grinding in to me, torturously softly. I grabbed his lower back, trying to increase the pressure, but he relentlessly teased me. In frenzy already, I grabbed his ass and pulled it down. He gasped and ground, hard. I moaned as he started kissing my neck. Then, as he was doing so, he moved one hand down to my hips and his other fingertips started to edge up my shirt. They moved much too slowly. It felt like he was moving an inch a minute. I decided to take charge – I grabbed his hand and yanked it up my shirt to my left breast. He moaned and slipped my shirt over my head, then moved both his hands to my chest, cupping, fondling and grabbing. I rolled on top of him, pulling my hair out my ponytail and letting it drape over my shoulder. He then pulled off his shirt, and my eyes widened. I had known he had nice arms and shoulders, maybe even a chest, but never had I expected his rock hard abs. I slowly started caressing them, and my movements got faster and harder as I became more turned on. I dove down again to kiss him, and he started grabbing my ass. At first he was just lightly touching, but all of a sudden he grabbed it and squeezed. I moaned, and he gave it a light slap. "Do that again," I cried. He slapped it again, harder. I gasped in pleasure. He kept hitting it, which made me so wet. He then slid his hands underneath my pants, cupping my bare butt. I moved my hands down from his stomach, and slowly undid his shorts. He shot them down his legs and kicked them on the ground, undoing mine. I gave them the same treatment, and soon we were rolling around in our underwear. He moved his hands to my ass again, moving one down to stroke my slit over the thin fabric. I took a breath in and Alex, hearing me, opened his eyes and looked mischievously in to mine. He slowly pulled down my panties, took off my bra and rolled me back on to my back. My heart was beating twice as fast as it should be, and he stroked my clit with his middle finger. I almost came just from that, my head bucking back against the wall. He kept teasing it, and started to talk. "Do you like that? Or do you want me to stop?" I shook my head, whipping my hair. "No, d-d-d-don't stop, n-never ssstop!" "Are you sure? Would your boyfriend approve of another man pleasuring you?" Shit, I thought to myself. I had forgotten about Quin. But a finger inserted in to my dripping pussy and another hand moved to my breast quickly made me forget again. "Would you like me to stop? All you have to do is ask." "No," I frantically whispered. "Alright," he said, winking. He lowered his head down and licked around my clit with his tongue. I moaned, and he started licking harder. Pretty soon he was devouring me, his fingers moving in and out of me at an incredibly rapid pace. I came hard and screamed louder than Quin had ever made me scream. My fluids completely covered Alex's hand. He calmly licked his hand clean. Then he took his boxers off and looked at me expectantly. I didn't need much encouragement. I took his rock hard cock in my hand and started stroking it. Penises had always freaked me out, and I had never been in to the huge veins. His was nice – big but not too big, and smooth and clean. He closed his eyes, and I took advantage of that – I slowly, quietly, moved my head closer to him. Then, very quickly and suddenly, I took the head in my mouth. He gasped and I took all of him in. "Oh, god, Cara," he whispered. He lightly held the back of my head with one hand, and I smirked and continued, playing with his balls. He groaned. "I'm going to cum," he croaked. My lips slid off his dick with a pop. I leaned in to him so our lips were almost touching again. I slowly lowered myself on to him, torturing both of us. I winced as I tried to take him all in; it hurt, considering I wasn't all that experienced with sex. But once I had taken him all in I got in to it. I moaned, never having expected fucking Alex to feel this good. I moved up and down, groaning in extreme pleasure. Seeing that I wouldn't be able to control myself, Alex flipped over so he was on top and started fucking me, hard. Pretty soon I screamed again as I came, even harder than before. As I did, I felt Alex tense up and then explode inside me with a yell. We lay there for a while, his dick softening inside me, as we caught our breath. He finally spoke. "Wow," he said. I laughed, and closed my eyes. Suddenly, he got up and tossed me my clothes, putting his own on. I ran my fingers through my hair, my head starting to hurt a little bit. "What are you doing," I asked. He chuckled. "We should probably go downstairs, Julie might have something to say about what she heard." Cara & Dennis Five years is a big difference in age when you're young. My brother Dennis practically seemed like an adult to me. He called me 'Little Cara'. As children we lived in Greenwich Village in New York City. When I started school at five my mother went back to work and Dennis became more than just an older brother. He took me to and from school on west 11th street. (Where you can get the best pizza in the world at "Ray's Famous") We spent every afternoon together until our mother came home for dinner. I never remember him complaining about having to take care of me. He brought me to the stickball and punchball games where I sat and played with dolls or the coloring books he brought for me. Mostly we stayed in the small apartment where he read about cars and made up games for us to play. As we got older I realized that not everyone had a person like my brother who would be there when they had a problem or wanted to hear what Mrs. Cleary did when Gary threw the eraser out the window. I looked up to him for the right and some of the wrong reasons. By the time he was a senior in high school, Dennis was a 'celebrity'. He played in a band, was in the Viscounts Social Club (gang) and had a comfortable charm around the girls. The small scar on the left cheek of his handsome face didn't seem to hurt. He had as many guys around him as girls probably because they hoped something would rub off on them. By the time I reached thirteen, I was a desperately unhappy girl. I was one of the youngest freshmen in the school after 'skipping' eighth grade. (Too smart I thought) I guess my face was average looking; (Ugly I thought) my body was more fully developed than the seniors. (Grotesque I thought) I came home crying on too many days because of the unwanted attention from the boys. I even tried binding my breasts until Dennis made me stop. He told me I was pretty but no matter how much I looked up to him; in this area I didn't believe him. The day before Christmas vacation three senior boys made a huge mistake. They were having a good time after their last period class: grabbing pocketbooks, messing hair and occasionally feeling a girl up. They didn't know whose sister I was and felt up the wrong girl. Dennis came home and found me sobbing. His face turned red but he calmly asked who the boys were. He was able to find out about one of them and got his phone number. I told him "no" a hundred times but finally Dennis made me call him up. I'll never forget the conversation or the sound of his smirking voice. "Hi it's Cara the girl you 'met' today after school. I was going to the Waverly for the five o'clock show and thought you might like to come". "Sure babe, all right, I'll be there. See you on Sixth Avenue". I could have cried because for an hour that bastard thought I wanted to meet him. Dennis wouldn't let me come. He took a knife even though I begged him not to. I'm grateful to this day that he didn't use it but he beat the living crap out of that kid. When vacation was over the three boys came over and apologized and begged me to tell Dennis that they were sorry. I never told him who the other two boys were. I had some dates but I never got involved with anyone except Reuel who was a nerd like me and wanted to be a physicist. We made out some in the movies and did a little touching but mostly we did schoolwork. I realized later that I was still a virgin when I graduated high school because none of the boys I went out with was Dennis. You wouldn't believe how many nights Dennis stayed up listening to me feeling sorry for myself. Now I can believe it because "I'm not pretty, I have no friends", etc. always led to tears; and that always led to Dennis holding me. Poor little girl finally in her big brother's arms with her body on his as he strokes and comforts her. I didn't know what I was doing until I was TWENTY YEARS OLD. How dumb can you be? If it was someone else I would have seen it in a minute. When I realized what it was about for me, Dennis was living alone and I was visiting him almost every day. When I realized how I wanted Dennis I thought I wasn't going to be with anyone else so I might as well try and be with him. The first time I kissed him I'm ashamed to say I was in tears again even though by then I 'knew'. He was holding me and I kissed him as if he'd been my lover forever. He pulled back and said, "Cara, do you know what you're doing?" I said "yes" and started to kiss him again. "Cara honey, we should talk about this." I said, "No" and started unbuttoning his shirt. I could see he was undecided at that point and I took off my dress. He took a deep breath gave me an 'I hope you know what you're doing' look and took off my bra. This was the first time having a woman's body brought me pleasure. I loved having his hands on me and in me. I loved holding his hardness in my hand knowing my body could do that to him. It thrilled me and wet me that my brother wanted me. I was a virgin and expected it to hurt when he first entered me but all I felt was good. There was no pain and no blood. I held him while he was in me and wanted never to let him go. Every time he moved in me I moaned and smiled. He filled me and I came with my nails digging into his back He made my first time beautiful and that made it even more difficult later on. He made all my times beautiful and that made it impossible. I worked at a radio station from seven in the morning until two. Even though I had an apartment that I shared with someone to help pay the rent, I spent most of my time at Dennis'. He wasn't always there but I would go over and sometimes make dinner or fix up around the house. I knew I was playing 'wife' at this time but it made me feel connected to him. I put myself to sleep every night running one story or another where Dennis and I lived together in an isolated country home loving and living just for each other. I wanted him all the time. When he touched me or was inside me, he told me I was pretty and I almost believed him. I wanted to be his girl, his 'Little Cara', his beautiful girl, his only girl. Dennis was kind and never led me to believe that it was possible. Even though he never brought women home if he knew I would be there, he saw other women. He always encouraged me to go out. I never did. I spent my days thinking how I could make it good for Dennis. What could I do to make him happy? What could I buy that would make him smile? How could I be better for him? He cared for me and was warm and protective but no matter how close or intimate we got, he made me go home every night. In the fourteen months that he made love to me, we only spent one full night together, the last night. It was seven months ago, it was snowing and when he came home and I was making dinner. When I saw his face, I knew I was going to hate what he had to say. "Cara, it would be too easy for me to keep on doing this with you and too hard for you. I'm twenty six and the day is going to come when I get serious with someone. You can't spend these years on something that will just make you suffer more later on." I pleaded, I cried, I explained how we could work it out in a hundred different ways. Nothing on earth was going to change his mind. What happened that night may make Dennis seem unkind but it's a memory that comforts me. After all the talk and tears, calm came over me. I had no illusions at that point. I knew it would be last time I would ever make love with him. He saw that I understood. He took my clothes off and I smiled at him. I could see his eyes well with tears but he smiled back and they never fell. He kissed me all over and told me how beautiful each part of me was and I believed him. He kissed me and told me that someone is out there who's going to love me because of who I am and I believed him. I took him in my mouth and tasted him. I wouldn't stop until he came. I waited for him to harden again and come again. He was in me that night until I was sore and raw. I fell asleep on him; we woke each other countless times. His mouth and fingers found every part of me as did mine. It was impossible for me to come anymore but his tongue was on me and I was coming and coming. I kissed his salty forehead as I got up at six, exhausted, to go to work. He reached and held my breast and then fell back to sleep. The first few months were anything but easy. I see now that sometimes you just live with an ache. I'm still over there a lot and Dennis is still holding my hand when I need it. I've gone out with a few men and slept with my 'second'. Will he be the one that heals me and makes me whole? Because of Dennis, he may.