4 comments/ 24741 views/ 6 favorites A Proper Southern Girl By: SierraSprite Chapter 1 - Samantha and Jack Meet Samantha Jones was a proper southern girl born of god-fearing Baptist parents in a small town in Mississippi. She was an only child and got a lot of unnecessary attention from her mother. Martha Jones, nee Thompson, had studied library science in school and met her future husband at a church social. Roy was the youngest son in a large farm family. He grew up being bullied by almost everyone. His burning desire was to get as far away from the family farm in Kentucky as he could. He found an office job in Jackson and made it his career. He wasn't entirely sure why Martha liked him, but he decided that he would find a way to win her heart and marry her, which he did after several years of courting. Samantha was an above average student, and to her mother's surprise, won a scholarship to a girl's college in a small town in rural Tennessee. Her mother looked up the school librarian in her professional directory and called her to inquire about the quality of teaching and the respectability of the housing for young women. Assured that both were of a high standard, she reluctantly agreed that Samantha could attend the school, subject to frequent visits home. In the summer after sophomore year, chafing under her mother's short leash and a subtle tyranny exercised through control of a small but necessary allowance, Samantha found a summer job as a tour guide at the Civil War history center in Chattanooga, and was very pleased when her great aunt Ophelia invited her to stay at her home for the ten weeks of the job. Martha was dubious about her young daughter staying in the home of a divorced woman, but Roy convinced her that these were modern times, and nothing untoward could happen in a short ten week stay. Ophelia was also my great aunt, which makes Samantha and me distant cousins. Which is why we were invited to a 4th of July pool party at our aunt's house, along with more than fifty other relatives of one kind or another. Ophelia and her husband parted, without children, when she was in her late twenties. There didn't seem to be any particular reason, but some rumors circulated about sexual incompatibility, which is definitely not party conversation in the genteel south. I did notice that my aunt lived a very active lifestyle, and wasn't shy about revealing her assets, which were considerable. My friend Jack commented, "What a package!" Everything about Ophelia seemed to fit together nicely. Impressive front, lovely butt, long, muscular legs. In other words, a body to die for, especially if you thought you had a chance at experiencing it up close. Ophelia excelled at making her guests feel comfortable. Refreshments and snacks were arranged around the perimeter of the pool area so that people could meet, greet and mingle. There were sun loungers, along with shady nooks for those worried about exposure. She made sure that both men and women could find an appropriate bathing suit if they happened not to arrive with one. Water play and contests were held every hour, while a giant barbeque grill was smoking away at the edge of the yard, covered with southern delicacies. You would have to be totally anti-social not to enjoy the party, but I did notice that one young woman seemed lonely and sad. I admit that I am a six foot, blond haired extrovert, to whom warming up an attractive girl is a natural challenge. "Hello, I'm Jack Smith, one of the relatives, but I don't believe I've seen you at Ophelia's pool party before?" "Well, I've not been able to come until now. It certainly is a great crush of people isn't it? Are all these folks relatives of ours?" "Ophelia is such a great party person, you really don't know. But her mother was into genealogy, and had contacts all over the country with generations of the Alexander clan. Where do you fit in?" "Gosh, I've never worked it out. I guess it is on my mother's side. Her grandfather was an Alexander." Samantha was already warming and smiling. I was noticing how trim and neat she looked, even under too much clothing for such a warm day. "Are you up for a swim? I'm actually supposed to be at the pool in my suit because I'm on lifeguard duty today." "Are you a real lifeguard, or a pretend one?" I gave her a belligerent look. "Plueeze! I paid my way through college lifeguarding. Do you need mouth to mouth resuscitation? Are you feeling faint?" She blushed and said, "I'm sorry for doubting you. But I forgot to bring a suit, so you won't have a chance to rescue me." She was actually smiling and laughing. "Come with me." I led her into the laundry room at the back of the house and showed her a large stack of suits. "Ophelia keeps these laundered and ready for emergencies. Find one you like and change in the bathroom over there. I'll get into my suit and meet you at the pool. Oh, and don't pick the frumpiest one in the pile. I only rescue girls in bikinis." It took a while, but Samantha looked great in a skimpy suit when she came out to the pool. I was refereeing a dunking contest and didn't see her until she stood by my side. No tan but everything else was perfect. I yelled at one of the boys, "Hey Greg, catch this!" and tossed Sam into his wet arms. She screeched and looked daggers at me. I dove in and pulled her to my side. "You looked so delectable, I knew I would do something naughty if you stayed that close to me." I put my arms around her and kissed her cheek lightly. She squirmed and said, "I hardly know you and you're attacking me!" But her hip slid into mine and her arm went around my waist. "When does the rescue start, now that you've dunked me?" "Right away. Can I bring you one of Ophelia's juleps?" What Ophelia and I knew, but Samantha didn't, was that these were mai tai's in disguise, intended to break down a girl's inhibitions. We climbed out of the shallow end and I went to get the drinks while she dried and found two chairs in the shade. The conversation between us was easy. I discovered she was staying in Ophelia's house, in the tiny attic room with chintz decorations. She discovered I was finishing my second year of law school here in Chattanooga. She finished her first julep quickly, saying, "These are really good." She had big brown eyes that just looked right through you, especially since she knew how to hold your gaze without blinking. "How do you do that?" Do what?" "Stare right through me without blinking. You must be hypnotizing me." "My roommate Sarah taught me. She said that if you want to get a guy's attention, just give him the unblinking stare. You're the first person I've tried it on." I leaned forward and kissed her gently, whispering, "You've sure got my attention. Do you suppose I could get a date sometime?" She ran her fingers through my hair, kissed me lightly, and pushed me back to my seat. Her eyes were dancing and she said, "My overprotective mother would say, 'Samantha, you can't agree to a date sitting there with nothing on!' " I stood up, took her hand, and said, "Why don't we go find your little diary book and pick a day when you are free, and not naked?" She reached up and pinched my ear. "You are entirely too forward. If we go out, it must be a secret from my mom." In all the noise and games of the afternoon, no one noticed us slipping into the house. Nor climbing up the three flights of stairs to the chintz bedroom. Samantha said, "I really love this room, it makes me feel like a little girl again. The only things missing are my bears and my flannel nighty." She smiled up at me, the eyes holding both promise and vulnerability. I stood behind her at the small window, arms around but not grabbing at anything I shouldn't. She relaxed against me and said, "I feel really close and warm with you, but I shouldn't, I guess. I don't know you and we haven't even had a date yet. Maybe you just got me up here to put the make on me." I kissed her ear and licked her neck. "I'd like to think I'm not the type of guy to force myself on you." I continued in a light tone, "I suppose your mother gave you rules about what can be done on a first date?" Sam turned around and surprised me with a hot kiss, then pulled me over to the small single bed. "She did, she gave me detailed instructions about that and everything else. How do I ever get out from under all that protection? My god, my roommate Sarah gets laid twice a week, and I haven't ever had a guy make out with me!" She was hugging me, crying and shaking. I held her tight. She pushed me over on my back, climbed on top and pounded on my chest. "Damn her, damn her, I'm missing out on the best part of my life!" The shudders went away and the sobs subsided. She lifted her head and kissed me again. "God, you must think me the stupidest girl you've ever met!" She nestled into me. There was a lot of bare skin rubbing my front and making me hard. She noticed and reached down between us, feeling the top of me poking up at her hand. "Hmmm. I have an idea. If I agree to go out with you, you have to promise to take my virginity." Silence. I ran my hands up and down her back. She pushed her pelvis into me again, making my problem bigger and harder. "Are you sure I'm the guy you want to do that with?" She sat up and undid the top of her suit. Her fingers massaged her breasts and pulled on the erect nipples. "What do you think? Could I interest a guy into playing with these?" The brown eyes stared unblinking at me. I pulled her down for a kiss, and whispered into her ear, holding her close, "Do you know what happens to girls with perfect tits who rub themselves on a guy and give him the no blink treatment?" She pushed up and looked at me, unblinking. "They get fucked!" More silence, then a rush of breath being let out. "Hallelujah! When?" She jumped up and danced around the room. Peeled out of her bottoms and danced around again before throwing herself on me. My hands were soon roaming everywhere. Fingers between her legs came away wet, very wet. Her hands were pulling down my suit and working hard on my cock. She giggled. "This is such fun. I've never been naked with a guy before. I've never had his hard thing in my hands. I've never had his fingers getting all wet with my juice." I sat up and pulled her into my lap, straddling me. Her pussy was dangerously close to my hard cock. I parroted back to her, "This is such fun, I've never had a naked, beautiful virgin throwing herself at me, getting me all hot and bothered." She hugged me and whispered, "You could pop my cherry right now, couldn't you? Should we do it? Should I just throw all my careful southern upbringing out the window and go down for you like a common slut?" She lay back and looked serious. I lay next to her and took a breast into my mouth. Luscious mouthful. I was tempted. But there was something in the air that was more than horny girl and horny guy. I had a sudden thought. Save the best for later, but give her something to remember. I licked the other breast, and put my hand back between her legs, rubbing gently. Then not so gently. She moaned and gushed on me again. "That's feels so nice. Don't stop. Can we ignore the party for a while longer?" My tongue shifted to her lips. She opened her mouth and I filled it. Her clit was out in the open and I was working it carefully. Her hips were going up and down. "Oh yes. More, more." She clutched me hard and came, shaking. I was kissing her all over, mumbling soothing words about how perfect her body was, how much I wanted her, how I was going to take her away and ravish her completely. She tugged on my hair, getting my face back so she could look at me. "Is it true that you can fall in love really quickly?" She smiled but that look of vulnerability was back in the brown eyes. I sat up and pulled her into my lap. "I was thinking of a smart ass reply, but you've wrecked my usual guy talk." She leaned forward and pushed me back down. "What if I blinked my eyes at you and said I wanted you to take me somewhere and ravish me?" There was some prolonged kissing after that while we both fantasized about ravishing her. I sat back up and put her over my lap, face down, and kneaded the muscular ass in front of me. Then I said, "My family has a cabin in the woods up near Pikeville. Do you think you could steal away for a weekend?" She stood up and pulled me up into a tight embrace. "Guess what? You've just liberated me from a domineering mother and I want you to teach me all the things I've been missing. Going to a cabin in the woods sounds like a nice educational experience!" She punched me in the arm and said, "Do we have a deal?" I swatted her butt and said, "Deal." Chapter 2 - Pikeville Cabin Ophelia thought that that Jack and Sam going away to a mountain cabin for the weekend was a fantastic idea, and promised to cover for Samantha with her mother. Before we left, she pulled me into a corner and said, "That's an awfully nice girl you are dating. Treat her right or I'll bust your chops." I pulled her into a tight clinch, nipped her ear and kissed her hard on the mouth. She was fighting me going in but whimpering on the way out. My hand was down the front of her dress, clasped around a very fine boob. "I could stay here and attack you instead of Sam?" "You awful brute," she pushed me away, smiling. I kissed her again, gently, and said, "Are you ever going to let me in your bed, auntie?" "We'll talk about that after you come back with Sam still smiling." She pushed me out the door. As we drove away, Sam said, "I can't believe you have this car. I've never been in a car with a bench seat!" She flipped herself around on her back across the seat, head in my lap. Her skirt was around her waist and yellow panties were showing. "My cousin Jerry sold me this car because he found another one to restore and needed the money. Ten grand put me into this baby. It's been completely done over underneath. Essentially new." "So, do you pick up a lot of girls in this? Do they put out for you?" She smiled up at me and wiggled her pelvis on the seat. "You know, for a girl that's looking forward to her first sex, you seem to know your way around on that seat." I reached over and pinched the soft flesh between her legs. Sam sat up and tumbled herself into the back seat. "Don't look back here. I have to change. You can see when I'm done. And no fair looking in the rear view mirror." She reached forward and tilted it away. I could hear the zipper on her duffle opening and then a lot of rustling. "Ok, just a few minutes more. I have to fix my hair." "Almost there," she said. There was a sudden rush of scent in the car. The kind of cheap scent you smelled on girls you picked up at bars. Her body came tumbling back over the seat and landed next to me. I looked at her, astonished. She had an unbuttoned blouse on with tits overflowing from the top of a shelf bra. Then a bare midriff leading to skin tight daisy dukes. Her hair was in braids and her lips were covered in blazing red lipstick. "Now I go with the car!" She put her arm around my shoulder and leaned in. "There's only one problem, if I kiss you with this stuff on, there's going to be red everywhere." She leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, "Is it true that if a girl sucks you off with a lot of lipstick on, you have to show all your friends the evidence?" She fell back on the seat with her head in my lap again, laughing and sighing. "Where on earth did a good Christian girl like you learn to act like a tramp?" I grinned down at her and tweaked one of those exposed stiff nipples. "Oh gosh, I feel like I've been finally liberated. I got this outfit at a second hand store after I knew we were going to the cabin. If I'm going to be ravished, I have to play the part, don't I?" "What's your tramp name?" "Sadie. Doesn't Sadie fit the new me?" "Yes." I reached over and rubbed between her legs again. "I want you to promise me something." "Is this Sadie asking or Samantha?" "Sadie. I want you to promise that after we've made me a woman in your bed at the cabin, that you'll take me for ride in this car, park in the woods, and fuck my brains out on this seat." "You sound like something out of 'Girls Gone Wild.' " "I am. I am. I'm totally gone wild, for the first time in my life." After all that activity, she lay down with her head in my lap again and fell asleep. I grabbed some tissue and blotted her lips before she got that red all over me and my car. Sam woke up when we turned off on the dirt road beyond Pikeville that lead to the cabin. We wound up a shallow draw with a creek in the middle of it and came out on the shoulder of the mountain with a view in all directions. The ancient family cabin, part of it going back more than a hundred years, was in the open, with some neglected fruit trees beyond. We climbed stiffly out of the car and leaned against it, taking in the late afternoon sun and the quiet. Sam squeezed my hand and said, "Thank you for bringing me here, it's wonderful." While Sam carried things in, I got a bucket of water from the stream to prime the well and had a good flow going before I turned the valve that sent water to the tank on the second floor of the cabin. I pumped it about half full and then went in to start the wood cook stove. My cousins had done a good job of stacking dry wood under the porch last fall, so the fire caught right away. Sam looked a little uncomfortable, with little to do, so I pressed a beer into her hands and said, "Come upstairs and I'll show you how the hot water works." In the back room on the second floor were two tanks. One I had just pumped water into. Next to it was a copper tank about two feet on a side. "The way this works is you pump this handle here to get cold water from the main tank into this tank. When it's full, you go downstairs and pump a few strokes on the handle next to the stove, which puts the water through the coil in the stove." I grinned at her, "After a while, you get enough hot water for washing important parts." She grinned back and wiggled her butt at me again. "Hmmm, all the comforts of home. I guess I'm in charge of hot water, is that it?" I hugged her. "Well, you asked for something to do. I assume that means other than sex." She tugged at my hair and asked, "If I was with your cousin Jerry, the hot rod fan, would he have already had me in the back seat of that fancy car." "Probably. You're a mighty fine piece of ass, and Jerry really likes loving his girlfriends in his car." "So if I'm mighty fine, and Jerry would have done me by now, what's wrong with you?" Her dark eyes challenged me. "Hey, cousin, I was just trying to give you some space. But if..." I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her over my knee. The muscular butt was too delicious to avoid. A couple of hard swats got Sam squirming all over. I turned her front side up and unbuttoned those crazy shorts. As they slid off, the yellow panties came with. Right in front of my face was nicely trimmed pussy. Wet, squirming pussy. I plunged hard into it, licking and biting. My fingers worked their way up her belly and under the bra. I was nice and hard and part of me wanted to plunge into that wet and ready pussy. I turned her back over and caressed the best little ass in Tennessee. I ran my thumbs hard up along her spine, drawing a complaint. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'm very sorry, M'am, but you are not ready to lose your virginity yet. I have strict instructions from your aunt about how to prepare you." She was quickly on her feet. "Prepare me! What are you talking about?" The eyes were outraged. I unfolded a piece of paper from my pocket and read to her. "After opening the cabin, serve Samantha cocktails with cheese and crackers on the swing on the front porch." A Proper Southern Girl I looked up. She was staring at me, a slight smile to her eyes and lips. Two perfectly formed and deliciously pink nipples were pointed straight at me. The flat belly ended in a light brown fuzz covering her sex. It was very difficult for me not to go back to ravishing mode. "So I'm to be tortured through the cocktail hour and dinner before any deflowering?" "Well, it doesn't say that here in so many words but I think that is what Ophelia has in mind. It does say that I am responsible for giving you a memory to cherish." I stood up and gathered her into my arms. She relaxed and offered up her lips. "I guess we better do it my aunt's way, to make sure I have something to cherish." She clutched me and giggled as her hand made its way into my pants. "Has a girl ever told you she cherished this?" More laughter. I pinched that delectable ass and said, "Get some proper country clothes on. I have to work on dinner." I had brought the makings for a pot of stew, which meant dinner was going to be after dark. I guessed that would be ok, since Sam was here to spend time with me anyway. The cast iron fry pan came up to heat fast and I quartered the meat for browning, along with onions. I was still turning the meat when hands went around me and she whispered, "Do you actually cook, too?" "Beef stew for dinner, is that ok?" The clinch was tight and the kiss was hot and wet. "Give me something to do." She was tapping her foot to the music coming from the other room. I gave her vegetables to cut up and got myself a beer. The backside view of Sadie in her revised outfit was fabulous. Capri pants and a peach colored blouse. "Put your sneakers on and we'll go for a little walk while the stew simmers." I poured us glasses of the decent red wine I had brought along and we made our way around the hill to the top. "Thanks again for bringing me here. The view is terrific. Was this a farmhouse originally?" "Not really. I think it was a place to get away from the worst of the summer heat down in Chattanooga. Maybe there was a caretaker that looked after some grazing animals. For a while when my mom and her twin sister were teenagers, they kept horses here. But they get fractious if they aren't ridden and it came to an end when her sister got thrown and broke an arm. " "That's a nice family story. Did you get to come here when you were little?" Sam leaned into me, my arm around her shoulder. "Just a few times. My dad was a federal Marshall then and we moved around a lot." "You should have a bench up here. It's very romantic." Her lips were on mine and her arm was around me, our fingers touching. I framed her face with my hands and kissed her nose. "I'm not feeling much like Jerry. I'm feeling like you are the kind of girl I would like to hold in my arms forever." The lips were back and a tongue with them. After a while, she drew back, "Don't get all mushy with me. I'm not leaving here until I have been properly fucked!" She tried to punch me to underline the point, but I grabbed the arm and twirled us around and started down the hill. The kitchen was warm and the stew smelled luscious. Sadie was about to get her wish. The stew would be better later anyway. I poured us each a tumbler of bourbon and handed one to her. "This is prescribed for all Southern girls ready to lose their virginity." I knocked mine back and grinned at her. She looked dubious, but did the same, only choking a little. "That will loosen me up, will it?" I liked the sassy Sadie. I edged her into the main room and started taking her clothes off. She hadn't put on underwear when she changed, so I had the full naked effect as soon as her blouse and pants were off. Her back was against me and her ass was rubbing the lump in my trousers. Her breasts were firm and fitted nicely in my hands. Her fingers were fumbling with my zipper. "Just a sec. " When I was bare and back against her, my erection went straight in between her thighs. Her breathing was rapid. I guessed a bare cock had not been where mine was before now. I kissed the elegant neck in front of me, and gently pinched the stiff nipples. "Do you care where we do this?" "Find a towel, carry me upstairs and do it on that bed in the last sunshine." Gazing at her white body sprawled on the narrow bed in the sun, I felt like some special privilege had been bestowed on me. The dark eyes were luminous with a mix of lust and anxiety. Time to get this over. I looked down at her, twinkling with anticipation. "Do you want me to use a condom? Do you want lubrication?" She shook her head no to both questions but pulled me to her mouth and licked it and sucked a couple of times. Her eyes motioned to me to get to work. I knelt on the bed, my hands behind her knees raising the legs straight up in the air and over my shoulders. Her lightly hairy sex was wet and pink. Her fingers were opening a path for me and I didn't hesitate to point the ample purple head of me right into her entrance. "Ready?" I mouthed at her. We both moved together and I was instantly all the way into Samantha Jones' welcoming cunt. She clutched me, breathed out a huge sigh, and relaxed. "Oh my god, that's nice." I whispered in her ear, "And the best part is you get to do that as often as you want after this!" I was moving in her and talking dirty. "You've been hiding this juicy cunt from the world. I'm going to fuck you until you come and come and scream, Miss Sadie, the cockhound!" She did scream. And wailed, and humped me like crazy. The third time, I lost it and pumped her full of cream. After she got her breath back, her fingers went to her crotch. "I'm leaking your stuff." I found some tissue in the next room and brought it back. "Your stuff too." She smiled at me, "Our stuff." I sat on the edge of the bed and she climbed into my lap, arms around my neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. That was better than I expected. Was I supposed to come the first time?" "You're hot, Sadie. The guys are going to go crazy." "I don't need more guys." She kissed me with passion. "I've got a great guy right here. And he's even going to feed me some dinner." Hot water came out of the tap in the tub, and I had fun soaping up her tender bottom, rinsing it and using the towel. She brought clothes into the kitchen but didn't put them on. I filled her glass with red wine and she sat at the table, sipping it and staring at me. Her chest was flushed and her eyes were dilated. Definitely freshly fucked. "I'm supposed to feel different, aren't I?" "Yes. The last romance novel I read said that your heart is going pitter-patter, there are stars in your eyes, your skin is tingling everywhere, your pussy is still clenching, and your muscles are having mild seizures. Does that cover it?" She was in my arms, pulling my hair and kissing wetly. "You skunk. Are you trying to ruin my life changing experience?" "I could try singing a love song to you." She swatted me soundly on the head. "You want to know what I really feel? I feel alive. I feel like I'm on top of my life like never before. I feel like my pesky mother's countless suggestions can just roll off me from now on. And all those little swimmers in me make me feel like the Earth Mother, ready to have your baby." Whoa, I said to myself, take it easy on the baby talk. I sat her back down so I could work on the dinner. I sipped my wine and asked, "Thinking about babies doesn't make you nervous?" She smiled at me, almost a smirk. "More you than me, I'll bet. Ready to be a father?" Her look bored into me. I was seized with a sudden urge that guys aren't supposed to have. I pulled her up, sat down in her place and eased her into my lap. "I haven't known you very long, but if you asked me to be a father to your baby, I'd say yes in a second." "Oh Jack, you are so goddamned decent. That wasn't nice of me at all, joking about making a baby." She sobbed into my shoulder. I hung on tight, kissing the side of her face. She quieted down, went over and got dressed, and helped put the dinner on. The tender moment passed and we talked about everything except sex, love and babies. Sam was back and insisted on cleaning up. "You go figure out where we are going to sleep. Those beds upstairs look awful small." I ended up making us a nest on the floor, shoving a couple of mattresses together and gathering pillows and blankets. We settled in, naked bodies intertwined. I thought we were going to have some quiet talk, but both of us were gone within seconds. The moon was shining in the window and someone's tongue was licking me. Someone whose nipple was long and stiff and whose body jerked when I tweaked it. "Stop that. You don't have permission to molest me in the middle of the night." The warm curvy body felt soft and wonderful in the shadowy light. I brought her over my face and drew the moist lips down to my mouth. "Stop, I said." I took a firm hold on her smooth ass and plunged into her sex, finding a lot of fluid to suck. I licked from one end of her to the other. The body quivered and shook. "Stop. You're torturing me." My cock was now fully in her mouth, headed toward her throat. "Oh shit, don't stop. I'm going to come. Ohhhh." I flipped her over and mated us tightly together. My tongue found hers and we exchanged fluids and tastes of sex. She humped up at me. I thrust her down into the mattress. The tight cunt was learning to squeeze as she flexed up at me. My cock was loving midnight sex and getting ready to come. Her ever higher pitched squeals said she was too. We went over the top together, making a lot of noise. "You have to promise to do that again." You kept saying 'stop'. I was almost scared off." I tickled under her ribs and licked the tit just above. "I thought I wasn't one of those women who say one thing when they mean another. What did you do to me?" "I liberated the real Samantha. The passionate, teasing, hot, orgasmic woman who makes me violently in love with her." Her eyes were black in shadow. She kissed her fingers and pressed them to my lips. I reached for a towel and pushed it between her legs. She rolled into me and lay her head on my shoulder. Tears dropped on my chest. My hands held her tight and pulled up the cover. We lay there silently for minutes, our breathing slowing. "Whatever else happens in my life, I'm not forgetting sex with Jack in the mountains." She raised up on one elbow and caressed my hair. "Jack, I'm glad I did this with someone who knew how to make a girl feel good about losing her virginity. I thank all those women who gave you good sex before me. I'm lucky." In the morning, I woke up as the only bird in the nest. Kitchen noises came up the stair. I leapt up, relieved myself, and hopped back in bed, awaiting the arrival of coffee and the new woman. Sam was gloriously naked and smiling from ear to ear. "I've never made breakfast for my lover before. I've never had a lover to make breakfast for!" I held the tray while she climbed in. The morning sun was on us. In my limited experience with the opposite sex, this was as good as it gets. I leaned over and kissed her. "We are in a lot of trouble." Her mouth was full of toast, but she looked at me wide-eyed. "Ummm?" This time I kissed her nipple and flicked it with my tongue. "A real lot of trouble." She put down her cup, moved the tray to one side, and wrestled my head between her boobs. "Trouble? Are you trying to wreck my weekend?" I pushed her down on my lap, massaging her back vigorously. "Yes, trouble. I came up here to do a favor for a nice girl I am distantly related to. But she has bewitched me. She has taken my emotions and shredded them. I am a limp pile of mush that is hopelessly in love." Now she was on top, leaning over and kissing me. "Oh Jack, you feel it too. I woke up an hour ago and I was just glowing! I didn't want to wake you, but I had to do something! I had to let out all that stuff bottled up in me for so long." We stared at each other. Finally she said, "Mom would never let me marry you right now. I can hear her voice, 'It's just not done, Samantha. You must finish your schooling. Your father and I haven't even met this Jack person.' " She shifted back so my very erect cock was between us. Her hand was around it. She continued in a singsong voice, "Samantha, I suppose if you went somewhere for the weekend with this man, you've had sex with him? I should have known this would happen if I let you stay with Ophelia. That woman doesn't have a brain in her head about protecting your virtue." She stuffed my cock in her mouth and slobbered on it to lubricate her fingers. She could feel it getting bigger and harder. "You are going to blast me with that, aren't you?" Her middle finger was behind my sack, kneading that tender place. She was right, I was going to blast her, and I was going to love doing it. She leaned down again and gave me her best cock massage. I groaned and let go, giving it my best. She pulled off just as the firehose erupted. Her hand bent me down so the milky goo went on her front. I smiled at her. "What would Mother say?" She planted herself full out on top of me, spreading my stuff everywhere on both of us. In my ear, she whispered, "I don't give a you know what. I'm a woman now, and a liberated one at that. Could I scandalize her by whispering in her ear, 'Mom, I sucked his cock and it was nice, really nice. And then he bent me over the sofa and fucked me as hard as he could. I loved it!' " I carried her down the stairs and out the back door to the porch. The railing was just the right height. I was in her in an instant. "OMG, you are going to do it. You are doing me just like I am going to tell her." A few more strokes and she was coming and shaking and letting loose small screams. I hugged her and we quieted down, listening to the morning sounds of birds and squirrels. "Are you sure you should just spring this on your mother? We are hooked up, but even we think it was sudden." I thrust gently forward into a dripping mess. She said, "Do that some more while I think." My cock thought this was a great way to spend Saturday morning. Sam stood up and let me fall out of her. She turned around and hugged me, her chest still a mess of my come. Her hair was a delightful tangle of curls. "I have a new idea. What about this? 'Mom, I met this guy at Ophelia's garden party. He's school but very nice. We went on a date the other night and he was the perfect gentleman. I think I have feelings for him.' " I had us in the grass next to the porch, Cold water was spraying out of the hose, washing away evidence of loving. "Owww! That's icy!" She ran for the house. After we toweled down, she asked, "Well, are you willing to be my grad student that I have feelings for?" She giggled and bit my ear. "Maybe. But what if we call up Ophelia and ask her to dinner tomorrow night. We can feed her a martini or whatever she wants, and get some advice for new lovers." I got another tight hug. "That's a great idea. Why didn't I think of that? Do you write a column for confused young women?" "I'm not a writer, I'm a doer." I rubbed between her legs on top of the shorts. "Stop that. You're bad." "No, I am the older man in your life who is showing you what loving is all about." Chapter 3 - Dinner at Ophelia's We spent the day hiking the hills around the family homestead. She didn't say much, except to hold my hand whenever she could. Someone was trying to figure out what it meant to have a guy in her life. Late in the afternoon, we cleaned up the house, made some sandwiches for the car, and locked up. The ride down was quiet too. Her head spent a lot of time in my lap, with eyes closed. "Penny for your thoughts?" "I'm not the girl I was two days ago, but I can't process you yet." The eyes were open and looking up at me. "Is it ok if I just lie here and stew in my juices?" "I've never had a girl tell me I needed to be processed." "I read somewhere that there is a difference between fucking and loving. I started out this weekend thinking I was going to get fucked for the first time, but what really happened, I think, is I got loved for the first time." She sat up and kissed the side of my face. "You know, if you are being loved, and loving back, you give up a chunk of yourself. You tell him things you wouldn't tell anyone else. You ask him for favors you wouldn't request from anyone else." We drew up in front of Ophelia's house. I turned off the engine and pulled her into my arms. "You know what, Samantha, you and I are going to have a timeout. Just for a few days. I am feeling as intense about you as you are about me, but we need to let some daylight in. Can I have a date for Friday night?" "Yes. yes. I might recover my sanity by then. Should I ask Ophelia if we can take her to dinner Saturday night?" I folded her in my arms and whispered, "Yes. She will take one look at you and know we need advice." Late Friday, I strode up the walk to Ophelia's front door. Every minute of the timeout had been torment. We had agreed no communication until today, and I was a mess. Nothing useful in the way of my studies had been accomplished. The front door opened and one look told me she had also suffered. The eyes were red, the look was completely vulnerable. I stepped into the front hall and took her tenderly in my arms. "Oh Sam, I am sorry. We shouldn't have done this. Will you ever forgive me?" "No." It was Ophelia, an angry expression on her face. "What on earth did you expect to happen, cutting your loving girlfriend off for five days? She is a basket case." The hard voice continued, "I have already determined your punishment. Tomorrow night, the three of us are going to dress up and go to the finest restaurant in the city. In front of the whole room, you are going to get down on your knees and ask her to marry you. She may or may not accept, but if you have a proper ring by then, it would help." Both of us turned to Ophelia, "But, what about...?" "I have already taken care of that. I told your mother that the wedding will be here, at my expense, and done in the proper manner. I told her she needn't to ask any questions at all, just think about her dress." Ophelia's frown was now a smile. Sam's lips were demanding. Her tongue found mine. Her body pressed on every inch of me. Ophelia said, "If she has forgiven you, she will want some loving in her bed in my attic. You had better take her up there in your arms and find out. There will be cold supper for you later." We looked out the window. She said, placing my hands on her breasts, "Ten days ago, I'd just met you and was still a virgin, and you were very decent about not groping my front. Today, I am not a virgin, and I'm waiting for your fingers to do something to my tits, and your hard cock to do something to my pussy. Even though Ophelia says you have been a total ass and do not deserve me." I kissed her neck as she wiggled and giggled in my arms. "Yes. Total ass." Her buttons came rapidly undone. Blouse and skirt dropped to the floor. There was no bra and no panties. She turned and worked on shirt and trousers. I did have briefs, which she removed with one hand as the other stroked my erection. "Commando, and undecided what to do with me?" She whispered in my ear, "Don't tell Ophelia. She has taken control of us, at least until we are married. She says we will be poor until you have your law degree, and we might as well live with her. That way, she keeps mom under control too." I pulled back the cover on the bed, and found a large towel already in place. I wasn't ready for that. Sitting against the headboard, I drew her to me and kissed her crimson lips and told her how stupid I was, and asked how she could love such an idiot. A Proper Southern Girl Her nipples were hard and she dragged them across my chest, her hand down between us. "I have to check something." She raised up and used her hand to place my cock square in a wet place, slipping effortlessly down and groaning, "Yes, it is just like before." Her breath was labored as she moved on me. "Every night, I lived last weekend over. I came and came. I was worried our sex would never be good again." I rolled us carefully to a missionary position, driving her hips into the soft bed, which creaked alarmingly. "This is making a lot of noise." "Fuck me harder. I want her to hear. When you make me come, I am going to scream as loud as I can." I went very slowly, enjoying the delights of her body and the electric shocks shooting through my cock. Her moans got louder. "Oh Jack, harder. Please, harder." The scream was memorable. Her body was frozen solid as I spurted into her, clenched by her muscles. The shaking afterwards went on for a long time. We were lying on our sides, kissing, when the door opened and Ophelia walked right in. She sat on the side of the bed and kissed Sam's prominent nipple. "Well, I'm glad to see he is treating you right at last." She looked at my limp, slimy item and said, "Men make such a mess, and leave us to clean it up." She leaned down and gave Sam a long hot kiss. "Young lady, I think that was the most erotic female scream I have ever heard. Here, feel me." Sam's hand went up under her aunt's skirt, but didn't come back. "Auntie, you are very wet. I'll bet you are horny too. What if my fingers go just there?" Ophelia tried to jerk back, but Sam pushed her down between us and flipped the skirt up over her face. The lacy briefs were to one side and an aroused pussy was in motion under Sam's fingers. "No, Sam, you can't. This isn't right." I was busy undoing her blouse and attaching my lips to her firm, mature breast. "Jack! You can't do that either." Sam told her, "You come bursting into my bedroom, invading my privacy, and don't expect punishment? Jack has a lot of back pressure left, and I'm sure he would like to sample your pussy. He told me you flirted with him at the party. Consider this a reward for all the nice things you are doing for us." To me, she said, "She is wet as all get out. Use that big thing quickly." Ophelia hardly had time to mumble, "No, you can't," before I was buried in her cunt. Her moist recess felt like it needed more use. Her eyes were shut and she twisted, trying to evade me. That wasn't going to happen. My strokes got harder and deeper, and her resistance melted. "Oh shit, this is nice. Fucking your aunt is not in the script for weddings!" Ophelia might have been called a tramp in another time, because my cock liberated something in her. She used her whole body in sex, humping and beating her arms on me. "Damn it, Jack, you are killing me." She knew I wasn't quitting until she came and my strokes didn't falter. She got more and more agitated and finally let out a giant scream that was a twin to Sam's. I deliberately waited for her and started in hard again before she could relax. "Jack! No! I'm dying." That she was not. I smiled at the two of them and kept going, my own climax arriving with a great shout and a giant fountain of come. "Sam," she hollered, "I'm fucked to smithereens. Oh my god." She collapsed and closed her eyes. I pulled her on top and caressed her back and tight behind. In a teasing voice, I said, "You are the very best auntie, Oppie." Sam was mopping up her aunt and herself, smiling and kissing and giving little bites here and there. The well fucked aunt fell over on her back and sighed, "I guess I asked for that, didn't I, busting in on you." I said, "Is it true you have invited us to share your bed and your body? That's very generous." Both of them looked at me with wide eyes. "Bed and body? I'll be damned. Why should she share you with an old woman like me?" Before I could think of a good response, Sam was on her, tongue darting, fingers pinching. "Oppie dear, he liberated me last weekend, and I am tingling all over to have you. I don't know anything about girl sex, but am willing to learn." Ophelia was just as hot as Sam and the two of them went at it fast and hard. I pulled on my shorts and went to make drinks. I was on the patio, sipping a fine margarita, when they trailed out, holding hands and looking very pink. I gathered them in my arms. "Maybe a little liberation is what the women in this house needed." "My god, Jack, I've never felt so depraved in my life. You two found a hot button I didn't know I had. Sam and I have fixed the bed in my room. We would never fit in that noisy thing in the attic." She stared at me, smiling and wagging her tongue. Oppie was going to need more, I thought to myself. They said I should stay where I was, in my weakened condition, and they would bring food. The salad, with sliced turkey and salsa, was excellent. They talked idly about wedding dates. Oppie said, "In my day, young women had long engagements. Sometimes a year or more. And they didn't live with their men before marriage, either." Sam said, "We are not waiting a year." She cast a glare at us. We laughed. Ophelia asked, "Are you going back to that small college?" Sam hesitated, looking at me, "I haven't talked to Jack, but my credits will transfer to UT-Chattanooga. You will have to run interference for me at home, Ophelia." She continued, "If I transfer and we live with you, could there possibly be a September wedding?" I was beginning to realize how little the groom got to do at his own wedding. I smiled and they looked at me, "What are you grinning about? This is serious." "I know. I know. I was just admiring the two women in my life and their ability to solve difficult problems." I got up and kissed both of them, saying that the cleanup was my job while they worked on the difficult problems. They were inside when I brought berries for dessert. They pointed to the space between them and I sat down. They played with my hair and hummed. "He has desirable attributes, doesn't he, Samantha?" I pulled Oppie down across my lap and Sam's. My hand went up under her shirt and found a warm and braless boob. I tweaked it while Sam sent her tongue straight after her aunt's. There was a blanket on the sofa and I pulled it over us. Oppie closed her eyes and made small noises. Sam and I kissed. I asked, "This is our dinner date?" More humming. I was fading and closed my eyes. Oppie pulled my head down for a wet kiss and said, "We can't sleep here. Let's go upstairs." The temperature cooled and when Sam and I came out of the bath, Oppie was propped up in her bed with a magazine. She pointed to the expanse of bed beyond her. Sam had on a pretty thigh length nightie that Oppie looked at and said, "You are very attackable, honey. Be careful of him." We cuddled and reached out for auntie. She said, "It is such a thrill to have you here. After that terrible attack upstairs, I just don't know what to expect." Sam mumbled, "More thrills," and giggled.