1 comments/ 9677 views/ 2 favorites Erotic Adventures of David Farrell Ch. 01 By: Madison83 I'd recently returned from active duty in he Middle East. Seven years in that part of the world gives one a definite positive slant on what we Americans have here in the United States. At twenty-five I was looking forward to what politicians like to call "The American Dream", and my dream included a girl I'd known since high school. Well, to make sad story short, Rachel gave me my walking papers on my first night home. I was pretty shook up and spent a week licking my wounds and feeling sorry for myself. Then one morning I woke up, said "To Hell with it!" and decided my seven year old Mustang needed to go for a long drive. The car was completely paid for now and had barely been broken-in. When I headed down Interstate 5 toward California, I had no specific destination in mind, but late afternoon found me in central Oregon. I'd been driving since ten o'clock that morning and was pretty bushed, so I checked-in at a Holiday Inn just north of Eugene. By the time I finished showering, it was nearly six p.m., and before hitting the sack, I drove down the street a few blocks for something to eat. As I pulled into the restaurant parking lot I noticed an expensive car with the hood up and an attractive woman peering disgustedly at the engine. I parked nearby and walked over, saying, "Problems, huh!" She glanced up, smiled and said, "Good guess! Know anything about cars?" "Not much," I said. "Just enough to point 'em down the road and steer." Matching her posture, I leaned my elbows on the car and looked at her across the engine. She was one of those women who use no discernible make-up, yet manage to look feminine, soft and extremely sexy. She wore a sky blue blouse made of a satin-like material. Her large, wide set eyes were of an almost identical hue as the blouse. There was a smudge of engine grease on her cheek. This and the fact that her long black hair was secured in a make-shift pony tail combined to give her an almost teenage appearance. Although she appeared to be young, something about her attitude made me think she was probably in her late twenties. Her gaze caught mine in such a way as to give me the feeling that she could see right into my mind and know my every thought. I saw something erotic in her gaze. Of course that could have just been my thoughts reflecting back at me; I'm sure my attraction for her was written all over my face. "What happened?" I asked. As she answered, she moved around to my side and leaned on the car, her shoulder touching my arm as we peered down at the dead engine. "I was headed home and the engine began to sputter, so I pulled in here and shut it off." It was then that I became aware of her fragrance. It wasn't a perfume, exactly, at least not one I was familiar with, but a scent you couldn't quite get enough of. She stood and said, "I've been trying to start it, and now I think I've run the battery down." "Wish I could help, but I really don't know anything about cars." I turned toward her. As she stood beside me, the top of her head came just to my eyes. I inhaled her scent deeply. There was something about her smell that really turned me on. I judged her to be two or three years my senior, and I wondered if she would consider me too young for her. But I figured what the hell. "Can I take you anywhere, help you find a mechanic or something?" I offered. She turned to face me and gave me another of those penetrating looks. By her expression, I could tell that she knew I was inhaling her scent; that she knew I wanted to touch her, taste her, devour her. After a moment, without breaking eye contact, she said, "No, the car's new. I'll call the dealer tomorrow and let them take care of it." Not wanting to give up, I suggested, "I could drive you home." She studied my face a moment. "I don't want to impose. Besides, I live all the way on the other side of town. I can call a taxi." "It wouldn't be an imposition," I really did need to get some rest, but I was hooked on her scent. Usually, when I come across an attractive woman, it's something about how she looks or walks that gets under my skin; that makes me say to myself: ^I want some of that.^ But this time it was her scent. Not that she wasn't a beautiful woman. She was stunning, but her scent was like an addiction I just couldn't get enough of it. A slight breeze, rustled my shirt against my skin, and I realized my nipples were erect and super-sensitive. "I was just going to get something to eat here and then spend a boring evening watching television. How about you join me for dinner, and I'll drive you home?" She took a moment to look me up and down as though undressing me with her eyes. Finally, she stepped forward and laid her hand on my chest. It just so happened that my erect nipple was underneath her hand and her long fingers did a slight caress, sending a ripple through me, and now my nipples were not the only part becoming erect. Thank goodness for my tight Jockey shorts and loose pleated trousers. "I have a better idea," she said. "Drive me home and I'll make dinner." Then, as an added incentive, as if I needed one, "I also have a bottle of Petite Syrah, just waiting to be appreciated." "Seriously?" "Seriously!" "You've got a deal!" Then I thought, ^That was too easy! I don't know this woman. What am I getting myself into? Maybe I should chuck it all and just go.^ But, instead, I held out my hand and said, "I'm David Farrell, by the way." She took my hand and gave it a sensual squeeze, kind of caressing my palm, "Hi David. Evelyn Larkin. Eve to my friends." Eve got a bag and a briefcase from her car and we headed across town. It was a complicated route to her house, but she told me when to change lanes and where to turn. In between Eve's directions, I found out that she worked as a psychologist and held a teaching position at the University. She also mentioned that she was performing some experiments about which she was writing a book. She didn't give any details about the project, but I got the feeling she was very much into it. We had crossed town and driven a couple miles into the wooded countryside where large fir and cedar lined both sides of the road. Finally, Eve had me turn off the main road onto a steep, brick-paved driveway. We drove a few hundred feet before breaking into a clearing containing an enormous split-level house built of brick and some kind of dark natural stone. "Impressive! You can afford this on a teacher's salary?" The question came out automatically. "Not exactly!" Eve gave a quick laugh. "I had a little help inherited some money." Eve had taken something from her purse and when she pointed it at the house, one of the four garage doors opened. "You can park in there." "That's okay. It'll be fine out here." "No! Park in the garage!" It was definitely an order. Then she softened her voice. "Please!" I pulled into the open garage and the door rolled down and clicked with a finality that somehow gave me a sense of being trapped. But that trepidation didn't last long, for soon we were in her study; the walls of which were covered with ceiling-high bookshelves. After fixing me a drink from the well stocked bar and turning on some soft music, Eve excused herself to take a shower. I browsed the bookshelves, noticing that the books were organized by topic. There was a large section on psychology and psychiatry, a section on religion and the occult, another on history, quite an extensive section on sexuality, and a fiction section mostly mystery and suspense. A few minutes later Eve was back, hair hanging loose and wearing jeans and a man's loose fitting white dress shirt. She opened the bottle of wine she'd promised and prepared a dinner of Lasagna which she took from a large freezer and now re-baked. I offered to help, but Eve was quick and sure, so I stayed out of the way and watched her movements, wondering if she made love with the same focus and determination, as she did everything else. The wine was great and I'd finished two glasses by the time we sat down to eat. The Lasagna was delicious. After dinner we moved to the living room, where Eve prepared drinks, sat next to me on the couch, then leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Her hand was on my chest again, doing the little caress that she had done earlier at the parking lot. She broke the kiss but remained close enough so her moist breath touched my face when she spoke, "Thank you, David, for bringing me home. I really appreciate it." And there was that wonderful fragrance again. I almost asked her what she wore that smelled so sexy. Instead, I said, "Thank YOU for the great lasagna and wine." and pulled her in close and kiss her. It was a longer kiss, and Eve opened her lips slightly, inviting my tongue to explore. She tasted as delicious as she smelled. Eve pulled back and looked deeply into my eyes. Speaking suggestively, "I would offer to show you my etchings, but I don't have any. Would you like to see more of the house? Maybe the room where I do my experiments?" I thought, ^No, I want to stay right here and see where this goes.^ But because I'm a pushover for a beautiful woman, I said, "Okay, lead the way." Eve took my hand and led me down a hall at the end of which was a large double door. There she stopped, began removing her shoes and said, "Please remove your shoes too; the floor in there is fragile." We left our shoes by the door and entered the large room perhaps 15 feet deep and 30 feet wide. The entire floor was covered by a very thick pad; there were no windows and the walls and ceiling were painted white. The furniture and equipment, some of which I didn't recognize, was arranged into four groups, one grouping in each corner. The center of the room was open, and, there, I noticed a circle and some open straps attached to the floor. I stood a moment trying to identify the kind of activities that might go on in this room. It didn't make sense to me. Finally I said, "Okay, I'll bite! Just what kind of experiments do you do in this room?" Eve smiled; obviously she had expected my reaction. "The most interesting kind, of course." As she said this she embraced me from behind, pressing her breasts into my back and reaching around to place one hand on each of my nipples, caressing them, sending thrills down to my groin. "I'm a sexual psychologist. I use this room to study human sexual behavior experiments, if you like." Then taking each of my already erect nipples between thumb and forefinger she squeezed and rolled them so hard my knees almost buckled. Then she added, "Sometimes I use the room for sexual exploration, as well." Then, very quietly, her voice almost a whisper, "Would you like to do some exploration, David?" As I said before, I'm a pushover for a beautiful woman. I turned, put my arms around her, kissed her and said, "With you? You name it; I'll do it." Eve smiled a devilish smile I thought, and said, "Wonderful! I'm so glad you said it that way, David, because, I must be in control. You have do exactly as I say." She waited for my response, when none came, she continued with a little more demand in her voice, "David, will you follow my instructions exactly?" I thought, ^Am I getting in over my head? Is it possible that Eve with the intoxicating scent is some sort of deranged sadist, or worse?^ I took a deep breath, crossed my fingers and said, "Okay! Yes!" "Very good David!" Eve stood back from me, pointed at the floor and ordered, "Now, remove your shirt and lie down on you back with your head on that small circle and your feet pointing toward the door." I removed my shirt and looked at the floor where Eve was pointing, realizing immediately that she planned to strap me to the floor. There was a strap for my neck, one for each wrist and one for each ankle. I love sex, but giving up all control was a scary idea. She would have me completely immobilized and entirely at her mercy. It occurred to me then that control had always been the part of sex that most turned me on. The act of caressing and stroking a woman, bringing her near orgasm, but not quite, over and over again was very important to me. I wondered, ^Could sex still be as good if I relinquished that power?^ When I didn't move to comply, Eve raised her voice slightly and sternly gave the order again, "Do it now, David, don't make me wait." I figured I'd gone this far, I might as well go all the way. I followed her instructions and allowed Eve to secure the five straps and place a ball gag in my mouth. When she finished, she surveyed my situation and said, "You look apprehensive, David. Don't be, you'll like what I have in store for you." Then she stood and left the room without another word. I felt a bit ridiculous, to say the least. Here I was naked from the waist up with some sort of gag in my mouth, my hands anchored to the floor near my hips, my feet anchored and spread 18 inches apart, and my neck strapped to disallow raising my head more than half an inch from the floor. The ridiculousness of my situation spawned absurd imaginings. Torture, murder and other deranged activities flashed through my mind as my possible fate. Images from Poe's "The Pit and the Pendulum" came to mind and I searched the ceiling for any type of opening from which a bladed pendulum might appear and begin it's journey downward to slice into my flesh. I could see no such opening or trap door. Even though I realized such imaginings were childish, panic took over and I struggled to free myself, soon discovering that I could move no more than an inch or two in any direction. ^What kind of person have I gotten mixed up with? Is it possible that Eve with the intoxicating scent is some sort of deranged sadist?^ Realizing that struggling against my bonds would get me nothing but chafed wrists and ankles, I took some deep breaths and tried to calm down. After all, maybe all she had in mind was sex. As I relaxed a bit I came to realize that, regardless of the restraints and my awkward position, I was surprisingly comfortable. The floor, covered with a thick foam, was almost like lying on a firm mattress. Hearing the click of a latch, I turned my eyes down toward the door just as it opened, and Eve stepped through. Her long black hair, twisted into a tight braid, was held on top of her head with a black comb of some sort. She was totally nude and my attention was drawn first to her B-cup breasts with swollen areolas topped with erect pink nipples, and down across her flawless abdomen to her bald pubis. Then I was startled by the object she was holding in her hand a knife. A long kitchen knife with a very sharp point. The cutting edge, too, looked razor sharp. Eve closed the door and when she turned back she looked directly into my eyes. While holding my gaze, she licked the palm of her left hand and rubbed it over her right breast, tweaking the nipple between forefinger and thumb. Her half-lidded eyes revealed the pleasure she felt from her self-manipulation. With eyes still locked on mine, she opened her mouth and wet her full lips with a pink tongue. It was obvious that she was doing all this as a tease, trying to excite me sexually. It was working, even with the fear I felt because of the knife in her hand. She must have been very pleased with her performance, because when her eyes moved to manhood and saw it straining against the confinement of my pants, her lips formed a self-satisfied smile. My eyes were glued to her every move as she knelt down to stroke me through my trousers. When she placed the knife near my crotch, I instinctively shrank from her touch. Noticing my panic Eve smiled and said. "Don't worry, David. I'm only going use the knife to remove your clothes. All the pain I have in mind for you is pleasurable. Just try to relax and enjoy it." With that she began a kind of ritualistic foreplay by cutting my clothes from my body. After removing my belt and tossing it aside, she cut my pants from the waist down each leg and removed them. Next came my Jockey shorts allowing my penis to spring free and stand at attention. Eve laid the knife aside and took my penis in hand and gave it a few slow strokes. When she leaned closer, I thought she was going to take me into her mouth, but instead she let a string of saliva dribble down to the head. Using both hands she worked the saliva over the entire area, continuing to add saliva, until every inch of my genitalia was slick and wet. Finally, releasing me, she sat back and spread her thighs revealing the clear liquid already seeping from her. She put both hands between her legs, caressing slowly and deliberately, picking up the leaking moisture and smearing it on her thighs, abdomen and breasts. Eve caressed herself this way for awhile, all the time looking directly into my eyes. My penis was so swollen I feared it would burst. I watched her every move with growing passion, wanting so much to touch her, taste her, but I could only smell her heat. I realized then that the scent I had picked up in the restaurant parking lot was the smell of sex. I had been enjoying the scent of a sexually aroused female mixed with the subtle fragrance of jasmine. Now, here in this room, the sexual element emanating from her body was much more powerful and earthy. Apparently Eve had discovered a way to manufacture this as a perfume. ^It ought to make millions,^ I thought. From the expression on her face, I could see that she was enjoying her own manipulations, as well as my reaction to what she was doing. The pleasure that was running through her body was easy to read in the open lips and the half-mast eyelids. When she stopped, she wiped both hands on her breasts, then while looking directly into my eyes, she held them to her nose and inhaled deeply. "Want to smell?" she purred and brought her hand to my face. I breathed deeply, filling my lungs with her essence. Her hands were still wet, and she rubbed the remaining moisture over my face and nostrils. If she kept this up I was sure I would have a spontaneous orgasm, just from her closeness and the scent of her sex. I think she sensed that I was close to ejaculating, for she reached over and pinched my left nipple hard. The pain was intense, and I attempted to twist away. A cold look came across her face and she ordered, "Don't you dare come, until I tell you." Finally she leaned in close and removed the ball gag. "Why are you doing this?" I blurted, immediately. "You don't need to tie me down. You're the most desirable woman I've ever known. I'd do anything you ask." Eve leaned on her elbow, her face only a couple inches from mine. I could feel her breath on my face. I shuddered when she leaned closer and ran her moist tongue slowly inside my ear. "It's my sexual preference," she whispered breathily into my ear. "I like my sex partners, helpless." Then she moved again and licked wetly across my lips. "Besides most men love to be tied up. You'll see. Now shut up and enjoy." With that she moved back to my penis which was downright drenched with precum. Using her index finger, Eve collected an abundant amount of the clear liquid, smeared it on her lips, and licked it off seeming to relish the taste and feel. Then letting another long string of saliva drool onto my penis, she began stroking very slowly, using both hands. One hand moved up and down the shaft while the other worried the head with a variety of strokes. Occasionally she would take me in her mouth and apply a little suction. Each time I approached the point of no return, Eve would sit back, lock eyes with me and stroke her breasts or her erect clitoris. Three times she brought me close to orgasm, before abruptly abandoning my penis and moving to my chest, teasing and tweaking my nipples, using fingers, lips, tongue and teeth. By this time I was bordering on hysteria, fairly trembling with my need. I desperately required release, but Eve was not going to allow it. She stopped touching me and sat nearby, again, caressing her breasts, wetting them from time to time, and pulling on her nipples, all the while looking directly into my eyes. Again she brought her moist hand to my face, locked eyes with me, and allowed me to inhale the aroma. Erotic Adventures of David Farrell Ch. 02 Brief Summary of Chapter 1: While traveling through Eugene, Oregon, David meets Eve Larkin, a very sexy psychologist whose car has broken down. David offers to drive her home and she accepts. From the beginning there is a strong sexual attraction between Eve and David. A few hours later David has a new perspective on how great sex can be. With much trepidation, David had allowed Eve to put him in bonds and take complete control of the sex act. The experience was earth shattering for David, completely altering his attitude toward who must control sexual relations. Eve suggested David stay the night, rather than driving back across town to his motel. ******************* It was Friday morning and Eve found a pair of Levis for me, to replace the ones she'd demolished in our frolic the night before. They were snug, but I finally got them buttoned and zipped. Eve prepared breakfast for us and I sat and watched, as I did last evening. She was dressed more conservatively than yesterday--a white blouse with long sleeves tucked into tan form-fitting slacks. As I watched her move about the kitchen, images from the night before kept bouncing around my mind. As a result, the snug Levis became downright painful in the crotch. I found myself actually relieved when she poured our coffee, sat down and started a conversation, "If you're staying in a motel, I assume you're not from around here." "No, I'm from Washington. My parents live on the coast up near the Canadian border." "What are you doing down this way?" "Just seeing the country. I returned from Iraq several days ago and decided to take a trip." "Oh, you're in the military, then." "I was in the Army, but my tour was up and I chose not to re-up." "Where're you headed?" "I don't really have a place in mind. I've never seen much of the U.S., so I decided to take a trip before going back to college. Right now I'm headed toward California. I'll probably go all the way to San Diego, but from there, who knows." I didn't want to tell her the story about my girlfriend breaking up with me, so I changed the subject. "Yesterday, you mentioned teaching classes at the University and some experiments you're conducting. What kind of experiments? If you don't mind my asking." She set her fork down. "I don't mind at all, David. In fact I love talking about my experiments. As I mentioned last night, I'm a Sexual Psychologist--better known, perhaps, as a Sex Therapist. For about a year now I've been conducting a study dealing with the nature of sexual orientation. My study is trying to determine how much of our sexual orientation is determined by culture. So far my experiments and interviews indicate that the cultural influence on sexual orientation is quite high. The research I've read, as well as my own work, suggests that most heterosexuals have homosexual urges. The question is: What percentage of these urges comes from culturally suppressed homosexual tendencies." "People having homosexual urges? Isn't that the definition of homosexual?" "Not really. According to my research, there are two categories of sexual orientation--Natural and Culturally Instilled. In reality, when you hear about heterosexuals changing their orientation, I think it's more like they're admitting their true sexual nature, rather than changing it. A Natural heterosexual, may have homosexual feelings on occasion but still retain a heterosexual orientation--probably not the case with the Culturally Instilled heterosexual. We know that culture instills strict codes of behavior in the individual. In the case of sexual orientation this code may come in conflict with the individual's natural feelings. When it does, some people rebel against the cultural values and follow their own feelings. Others succumb to the dictates of culture and become heterosexuals against their nature. Under special circumstances those values established by the culture may break down and the individual reverts back to his or her natural orientation. Thus we have what we see as a heterosexual turning homosexual. "I don't think I'd agree, though, that heterosexuals have homosexual urges. I'm definitely heterosexual, and I have no urges to have sex with men." "Really? My research would consider it rare that you've never felt an urge to see what sex with a man would be like. Maybe I should've included you in my studies. "Hey, sound's like fun." "It's too late for that, though, I've completed my study. In fact we're having a party this weekend to celebrate. Maybe you'd like to stay for the party." "Sounds great to me. I'm in no hurry to get to California. Where's the party going to be held?" "Right here," Eve said and began clearing the table. I picked up some of the plates and followed Eve. "Okay, I'll extend my stay at the Holiday Inn. Thanks for the invite." She took the plates from my hands and placed them in the sink. "You don't need to do that, David. You can stay here." "Really? That would be terrific. You don't mind?" Eve turned toward me, gave me one of her penetrating stares, smiled a smile full of erotic meaning, took my too tight crotch in her hand, squeezing my balls just short of painfully. Then she said, "No, David, of course I don't mind your staying here! Actually, I was thinking selfishly. If I should decide to take advantage of you again, it would be convenient if you were right here." She reached up and kissed me full on the mouth, then licked across my lips. I reached for her, but she quickly released her hold on my crotch and picked up the phone. "Okay," she said, "that's settled. After dropping me off at the car dealer's, why don't you pick up your things and bring them back here. You can put your stuff in the room you slept in last night. Here's a key." Eve called the car dealer and had them pick up her stalled car. I drove her to the dealership where she picked up a loaner. Afterwards, I went to the motel, showered, shaved and put on clean clothes. ********** Upon returning to Eve's house, I found a red VW beetle parked in the driveway. Eve hadn't mentioned anyone coming by, so I figured caution was called for. As a weapon, I took the tire iron from my trunk and quietly entered the house. Inside, I listened for movement, heard nothing and decided to explore. As I crept down the hall leading to the patio and pool area, I heard what I thought was a voice. I didn't pick up any words, but it sounded human. It seemed to have come from the last room on my left, so with the tire iron in the ready, I cautiously approached the open door. When I peeked around the frame, I was looking at a reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror attached to the opposite wall. Reflected in that mirror was a sight to inspire a dead man. A girl, who looked to be in her late teens, was lying on the bed masturbating. She was nude from the waist down, her top covered with a t-shirt, her pale smooth legs up and bent, knees almost touching her breasts. The fingers of her right hand fondled her bald pussy while her left hand caressed erect nipples through the cotton of her shirt. Her face was turned toward the mirror, eyes closed, mouth open and a rapt expression on her face. A pair of white cotton panties lay on the floor at the foot of the bed. I must have made some slight noise, because her eyes snapped open and she saw my reflection. Her startled reaction was more of a panicked grunt and a scared whimper than a scream. I jumped back and then she was yelling and crying hysterically, "Get out! Get out! What are you doing in here? Who are you? What do you want? Go away, please go away." I wasn't sure what to do. Panic and confusion were the major emotions in her voice, and I figured it might help if I could quiet her fear somewhat. I said, "Look, I'm sorry for walking in on you like that. I heard something and thought it was a burglar." With a shaky voice she asked, "Who are you? What are you doing in here?" It seemed there was a slight lessening in her fear. "I'm a guest of Eve's. I might ask you the same thing." Then, after a thought, I said, "As a matter of fact, what ARE you doing in here?" She still hadn't come out of hiding, and I didn't venture into the room. She hesitated for a moment, then said a little sheepishly, "I'm a student at the University. I come in twice a week and clean house for Dr. Larkin." With that she came into view. She wasn't crying now, just embarrassed. She'd pulled on some loose fitting cutoffs that appeared to have been old warm-ups cut off at mid-thigh. I noticed her panties still at the foot of the bed. She looked to be nineteen or twenty, a little over five feet tall. Full lips, soft gray-blue eyes, a lovely innocent face framed by a full head of red wavy hair. Her skin was smooth and fair without a freckle, which made me wonder if the red hair color was natural. She was staring at the floor. Finally she forced herself to look at me, "Will... will... you tell Dr. Larkin that I was... what I was doing a moment ago?" There was an unmistakable plea for mercy in her voice. Standing there, blushing, she looked miserable and vulnerable. I felt sorry for walking in on her and wished I'd come in making a lot of noise. Somehow she looked like a child and I wanted to hug her and tell her it was okay, that everything was all right. "Of course not!" I said. "That would serve no purpose." She breathed a small sigh and seemed to relax a little. "Thank you," she whispered, still having trouble meeting my eyes. "Sorry I didn't make more noise when I came in; I was looking for a burglar." I could see that didn't help much, so I said, "Look, why don't we start over again. I'm David Farrell." I approached her and held out my hand. My nose picked up the tantalizing scent of sex still emanating from her. She looked up, thought for an instant, then took my hand. It felt small and soft and her grip was weak and hesitant. "Dawn Carlyle," she whispered. Then her eyes moistened and she choked out, "God! I'm so embarrassed." "Okay, Dawn Carlyle, let's go in the kitchen, get something to drink and see if we can get you unembarrassed." She looked doubtful at first but then said, "Okay, I could use something to drink." We took a couple cans of Pepsi from the refrigerator and sat in the living room on the couch where Eve and I sat the night before. Dawn started off with, "Look, David, I know you feel bad about walking in on me, and I think you'd like to make me feel better, but there really isn't anything that would do that." Her eyes teared up again and her voice quivered. "It was a really dumb thing for me to do. I'm supposed to be working." "Let me try anyway, okay? Look, I masturbate too. I'm sure most people do." Then an idea came to me. It was a nutty idea, but for some reason the thought excited me. "Would it make you feel any better, if I let you walk in on me while I was masturbating?" She gave an odd look, but I could tell she was thinking about it. "But that wouldn't be the same. You'd be expecting me. I had no idea anyone else was in the house." "But wouldn't it make you feel a little less embarrassed?" She considered it a moment. "I guess so, but... but... You would do that?" I could see the thought was appealing. Her soft nipples had become pointy under her t-shirt. "Absolutely! Actually, I don't think it would embarrass me. In fact. I think it would be exciting to have you catch me masturbating." Dawn didn't say anything for a long moment then she said, "No. I don't need that. Just your willingness to do such a thing helps a lot. It's funny, but the discomfort I felt toward you a moment ago is gone." Dawn sat back on the sofa, took a sip of her Pepsi, looked me straight in the eyes for the first time and said, "Thanks, David." Taken aback, I said, "You're welcome!" I felt disappointment. I'd convinced myself that letting her catch me masturbating, would be exciting. My disappointment must have shown on my face, because Dawn said, "You know, David, I'm still horny as hell; you interrupted me before I came, you know." Then her fingers touched my face, the same hand she had been using to masturbate. I inhaled--yes, her scent was still there. "Would you be interested in making love to me?" she asked. Again I was taken aback. I had thought of Dawn as innocent and shy, yet here she was propositioning me. I had misjudged her big time. After I wiped the shock off my face and regained my composure, I took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet, saying, "I can't think of anything I'd rather do. Shall we adjourn to the scene of the original crime?" Dawn gave a quick laugh and started for the hallway. "Let me take a shower, first." I held onto her hand, pulled her into my arms and kissed her on the mouth. She returned kiss with a gently probing tongue. She felt good--soft and tender--and I didn't want the wonderful scent washed away. "No, don't shower. I want you just the way you are, with the exception of the t-shirt and cutoffs." By the time we reached the bedroom, Dawn had shed her t-shirt. I sat on the foot of the bed and picked up her white cotton panties. For a moment she stood in front of me and watched as I held her underwear to my nose, inhaling her feminine scent. Then she undid the drawstring for her loose fitting cutoffs, letting them drop about her ankles. I moved my eyes over her, taking in the details of her body, realizing that I hadn't noticed just how sexy this girl really was. Her breasts probably required a c-cup, sagging just the right amount to turn the pointy nipples gently upwards, stiff and erect. As Dawn stood naked, watching me sniff her panties, she brought her hands up and cupped her breasts, taking the nipples between thumb and forefinger and rolling them. Her expression grew more and more lustful as she watched me devour her visually and breathe in her scent from the used panties. Her eyes were half-mast. Unlike the luxuriant red mane that flowed down past her shoulders, her mons was smooth except for a small triangle of red fur ending where her puffy lips split and disappeared between two full thighs. When Dawn turned to pick up the cutoffs, she stayed in that position several seconds, presenting the rest of her charms. My breath caught as I viewed her backside. I had a perfect view of her anal opening--pink and inviting, as well as the bottom of her pussy--moist and pouting. Tossing the cutoffs at me, Dawn stepped closer, took the panties from me, brought them to her nose and sniffed her own scent. "Don't you think the real thing would be better?" With that she pushed me backward and fell on top of me. She kissed me once with open mouth and probing tongue, then climbed higher onto the bed and lay down on her left side. I moved up beside her and we were lying face to face staring into each others eyes. Her lips parted and I could feel her breath on my face. She reached for me and pulled herself closer, pressing her breasts against my chest, her hard pointy nipples teasing my own. We were nose to nose now and she licked across my lips. Then we were kissing, tenderly at first, barely touching, then with a little more pressure, and finally hungry and probing. My hand began a slow journey down and into the crevice at the base of her spine, touching her there, circling her puckered orifice, teasing it. My fingers slid across the short piece of flesh to the vagina, going inside, picking up the slippery wetness and smearing it back to her bottom hole. I teased a moment more, slightly probing the soft center before bringing the wet fingers up to our noses to savor her scent. Then I insinuated my fingers into our kiss to taste her. My hand moved to her front and found her slick secretions coating the top of her thighs. When my fingers found her swollen and pulsing clitoris, Dawn moaned into my mouth. After a few passes across her clit, she clamped her thighs together and breathed, "Wait, I want you naked, when I come." Dawn disentangled herself from me, stood on her knees on the bed and reached for my shirt. I raised myself to help and she quickly removed it. She threw the shirt to the floor and began fumbling with my belt and zipper. As soon as the zipper was down, her hand was in my shorts wrapped around my erection, smearing the precum around with her palm. "Mmmm!" she cooed "It feels so good in my hand." Releasing me, she brought her hand to her mouth, licked her palm and repeated, "Mmmm!" Then she jumped off the bed, removed my shoes and socks, grabbed my pant legs and yanked them all the way off. She gave my penis a few caresses through my Jockey shorts before taking hold of the elastic waist band and pulling them down and off, releasing my erection to spring free. For a moment, she looked at the sight, taking in my throbbing erection. Clear liquid leaked from the tip; a three inch long runner of precum was already flowing toward my testicles. She leaned over, took the shaft in her hand and licked once across the tip, taking the viscous fluid onto her lips. Then she stretched out beside me on the bed, looked me in the eye and said, "Now I'm ready. I need to come. Make me come, please." I raised up on one arm and looked down at her. There is nothing as exciting to me as a beautiful young woman asking me to make love to her. This one not only asked me using no uncertain words, but everything about her was begging for it. I couldn't help but take a moment to enjoy looking at her in that position. Her entire body was soft and alive, hands stroking her body from the little triangular tuft of pubic hair to the somewhat flattened mounds of her breasts. Her fingers circled her nipples touching the tips, barely making contact. Each light touch to the nubbins create a slight twitch between her legs. As she lay there, lips parted and eyes begging my touch, I leaned in close to her pussy and inhaled her heated scent. Yes, I thought, the real thing is better. She moved her thighs apart, for better access, and I inhaled again; this time her fragrance was more pungent. The lips of her sex were parted at the top and I could see her hardened clitoris peeking through. I planted a wet kiss on the center of her lust and gave a few licks across her clitoris before moving up across her pelvis, pushing my tongue all the way into and around her navel. Then, I kissed and licked my way up across her stomach and rib cage to her breasts, circling the left breast, kissing every inch of it before teasing the tip with teeth and tongue. As I toyed with her sensitive nipples, Dawn kept arching up, pushing her chest toward my ministrations, trying for firmer contact. I moved away, making lighter contact, working to keep her wanting more than I was giving, drawing out her pleasurable agony. Dawn was moaning now, trying to get hold of something to bring herself off. At last, I took pity and increased my contact with her erect nipples. My teasing became more forceful, regular, matching my rhythm with her needs. Her vocalizations became frantic grunts, groans and gasps, her breathing erratic. I moved my right hand slowly down across her abdomen to find the flowing moisture between her legs. Even before my hand reached her pussy she was thrusting, straining to find something against which to push. My two middle fingers entered her slippery channel, searching for her magic spot with a steady in and out motion, stroking and pressing the underside of her pelvic bone. My entire hand and wrist was slick with her feminine secretions, and I let the underside of my wrist make contact with her clitoris; each time I stroked my fingers into her depths, my wrist stroked her clit. Dawn's emotions were peaking now, her orgasm near. I increased the rhythm of my fingers as well as my oral contact with her sensitive nipples, using more suction, nipping with teeth. It was enough. She went over the top, letting go with a seemingly agonizing guttural vocalization which went on for several seconds, her body jerking and twitching. Then more twitches as I removed my hand from between her legs and even more as I moved my hand to her chest and smeared her wetness over her erect nipples. Her eyes were closed, and I kissed her for a time, enjoying her relaxed and moist lips.