2 comments/ 70627 views/ 2 favorites Diane's Desire Ch. 01 By: ElRoylk The lights were on. He supposed they would be, being only 9:30, but he knew it was getting late to call. The sweat on his palms could only be partially blamed on the humidity. He knocked, swallowing and steeling himself for the next step. There was no turning back after his knuckles struck the front door. "I'll get it," he heard her shout into the house. "Johnno! Hi!" "Hi, Diane," he tried to sound casual, but his voice seemed strained. "Come in! Wow! I didn't expect to see you! What's up? Come in! Listen to me, giving you the 3rd degree. Come in! Mom just fixed a batch of the best lemonade." She opened the door to let him in, smiling and looking him up and down. "Great!" He sounded more enthusiastic than he felt. "Sure, I'll have a small glass. How is your family?" He felt uncomfortable; overly formal, but it had been awhile and he wasn't sure how to approach the evening. They made small talk as she walked towards the eating nook. The Fredrichs' house was one of the older ones in the area, authentic farmhouse style, maybe even the original farmhouse itself -- he wouldn't have been surprised. Set way back from the road, the driveway half gravel winding to a broad apron in front of the garage. Shirley, Diane's mom, kept a great home, everything always neatened up as if she expected company at any time. His eyes strayed to Diane, a pace in front of him. She had on the shortest cut-offs he'd ever seen, exposing her legs almost up to her crotch, a thin margin of her cheeks peeking out. The image of her cotton shirt tied above her belly-button overlaid on his view of her bare back. When did she turn into this creature? John hadn't really seen her much since he'd been away; he could only make out hints of the tomboy he played with only a few years ago. He did the mental math and confirmed she really was 18. Not that it made his visit any easier. If anything, seeing her in person for the first time in years was daunting. The Fredrichs didn't have air conditioning; the room fans did little against the heavy air. He noticed she had her hair up in a bun; her neck exposed to whatever breeze drifted against it. Exposed. He realized she barely had any clothes on at all. He mentally shook his head to concentrate. Her skimpy outfit only made him more self-conscious in his khaki uniform. His shorts were almost down to his knees, the black leather belt with regulation buckle, his shirt still starched even after the long day, its stiffness unaffected by the dark stain under his arms. "John, how nice of you to drop by," Shirley smiled up at him as they entered the room. "What's the occasion?" "I was in the area, and I wanted to chat with Diane for a little bit." He accepted the lemonade, the glass beaded and slippery. "Well, I'll just leave you two alone then." She smiled at them both, gathering her book. "No, please, Shirley, I wasn't going to stay. I was hoping to show Diane something I ran across today I thought she'd want to see." He took a sip and sat down. "But sheesh, it's been way too long, so tell me what's going on in the Fredrichs' household." They chatted, the three of them, until he'd emptied his glass, and then a little longer. When the ice shifted, he looked up. "So, Di? I'd really appreciate it if you could excuse yourself for a few minutes. It's just a little ways down the road, if it's okay?" The question was posed to both of them out of respect, but his eyes were on Diane. She looked curious and unafraid. After all, Johnno had known the family her whole life; he was only a couple of years older than her; their relationship had always been like cousins. "Fine by me," the two women said, practically in unison, raising smiles and knowing looks. He set his empty glass down and led the way to the truck. He fired up the engine of the Explorer, the A/C blasting from the vents. The cold leather seat was shocking against her naked thighs; a shiver ran through her in spite of the weather. She cupped the air coming from the register, directing it across her neck and face. "This weather makes me so...hot." She said with a nervous giggle, focusing on a drop of sweat tickling down between her shoulder blades. "Uh, doh," he responded, "I think we've broken a few records this week." He didn't get it, or he didn't want to get it. "No, you dummy, it turns me on. Don't you get horny from this heat?" There, she said it. The heat did make her want to flirt. "What's happening in that department with you these days?" "Wow. We haven't seen each other, in like, what...two years, and first thing you start in like that?" But he paused to consider the question. If he had been uncomfortable arriving, the brash turn in the conversation wasn't helping. "Uhh, well, you remember Pat Holmes, yeah? We were kind of a number in high school, but after we graduated and she went off to Walston, we couldn't keep it going. I've been dating a few women up at State, but nothing real serious. What about you? Your status hasn't changed much lately." Better to change the subject, quickly. "Oh? You're paying attention?" She saw his expression and slapped his shoulder. "I'm just fucking with you. Yeah...I've been seeing a guy, but he's kinda private..." He pursed his lips, focusing on the road. She could see he was uncomfortable and felt she had to explain. "He's...kinda married...his name is Harrison..." John jerked his head over and raised his eyebrows. "Di!!!?? Really? You..." he waved his hand at her, implying she was as hot she had just suggested, "...and you're screwing around with a married guy?" He hoped he sounded sincerely surprised. He wasn't. And that was the point of the night's outing. "I know...I know...it's probably really stupid...but it just happened, and he's been really sweet, and I don't think it's going anywhere...besides...it'll be over when I go to school..." She looked out the window as the headlights swept across an open metal gate. They were heading to the National Forest entrance a few miles from her house. Johnno had been with the Forest Service since she started high school. She remembered vaguely that his Junior year science project had involved some research with the service, and they invited him to be an intern before he graduated. She hadn't been listening, thinking about next fall. "Anyway, they gave me a full-time position for the summer, and next Fall, after I start at Evergreen..." "You're going to Evergreen?" She interrupted. "That's one of the schools I've been accepted to. You transferring?" "Yeah. Hey, that's cool you're thinking of Evergreen. Where else have you been accepted?" He continued distracting her with small talk, all the while heading towards Muir's Wood. She noticed the route and began to wonder what this was all about. "So, Johhno, what's the deal? Is there something so fantastic out here that you are like over the top needing to share it with someone...with me? And, like, at 10 o'clock?" Curious, but not nervous...yet. "Here's the deal, Di. As part of my work with the Service, they've put me in charge of some minor sensor data that they're collecting all over the state. Mostly, I can just sit at a computer and check it out, but every once in a while I get to drive out and check the equipment. Pretty boring stuff, which I guess it should be since they've given it to a lackey like me. "They also have started a new program, a photo capture thing, and they've given me the data to review and catalog. Mostly boring again, except, well, hold on a minute." He pulled the SUV onto a fire road just inside the Wood's entrance and put it in park, leaving the motor running and the lights on. He flicked on the interior lights and looked over at her. He didn't know what to do with his hands, she noticed. At first they gripped the steering wheel, then he wiped them on his shorts. "I guess you better look at those." He couldn't meet her eyes; she followed his gaze down to a stack of manila envelopes between the two seats. She picked one up, and looked at him, eyebrows raised. He just nodded and swallowed. She hadn't a clue what this was all about; she opened the envelope and pulled out a sheaf of color 8x10 photographs. The first one caused her to draw in a huge breath; her right hand flew to her mouth almost dropping the pile on the floor. Splayed out in front of her, was a picture of her half naked, her breasts completely exposed to the camera, her bikini bottoms still on. Her face turned beet red; she looked over at Johnno to see him staring between the photo and her face. She flipped over the first, exposing the next, to see her again, only this time, completely naked, her bush glinting golden in the sun, her hands over her head. She was at the beach; she remembered the day vividly. Harrison should be in these, she thought, and with the thought, a tickle of excitement started at the base of her spine. She flipped to the next and there he was, barebacked, his head buried between her legs, her face lost in the sensation of him eating her. She remembered that too. She came that afternoon, all over his lips, and as if on cue, the next photos detailed her orgasm as she bucked and pushed against him. "Oh my god," she whispered looking up at Johnno. She saw a mixture of lust and confusion on his face; a confusion she herself was feeling. The images were awful, but even more awful was how the memories they stirred up were making her wet. "Where did you get these?" He handed her another envelope, and she realized with horror that there were hundreds of them. "Not all of me, please don't tell me they're all of me!" She opened another and saw herself on her knees, blowing Harrison in Gibson's meadow, only about ½ mile from where they were sitting. The shot was from above and behind, her ass naked and spread. The next was a close up of between her legs, her muff hairs clearly visible. "No..." she murmured, quickly scanning through the rest of the stack. It was as much a hope that this wasn't true as it was a realization that the images were turning her on and she wanted to deny it. Why had he insisted they only do it outside and in public? She figured someone would catch them at some point, and in as small a community as Warner Beach, and with his position, someone would recognize them. But that had been his excuse: he couldn't risk getting caught at a hotel or at her house...and his house was definitely out. "I wasn't sure what to do with them," he started quietly. Hands brushed back his hair. "I just wanted to be sure that no one else saw them from the Service." Hands back on shorts, then up to the wheel. He studied her profile as she stared at the photographs in front of her. She was about to get to his favorite series, where Harrison has her stand up against a tree, buck naked and eventually fucks her that way. She got there and it was more than she could handle, closing her eyes to stop the tears. She was fucked; her folks would kill her. Harrison would be ruined! But more worrisome, she began to feel her juices flowing; like looking at a car wreck on the highway, she was compelled to look at more. She turned to Johnno and noticed his shorts had begun to tent; fuck, he's getting an erection, she thought. She looked at his face and saw the desire building in him. "Listen," she began, putting the photos down between the seats, "I don't know what to say. I guess 'thank you' should be first, for coming to me first before...I don't know what. But I think you've been holding on to these for awhile, yeah?" He followed her eyes down to his growing boner and looked back at her sheepishly. "I, uh, I just didn't know what to do. I've been cataloging the rest of the data just fine, and then I'd come across a set like this, and I...I didn't quite know what to do." Hands in the air, shoulders slumped and shrugged. "So, are these it? As they say in the movies, do you have the negatives?" "Yeah, well, here's where it gets a little complicated." Hands back on the wheel; she turns in her seat to face him; he can't look at her without thinking about his cock pushing against his zipper. "They're digital and they sit on a government computer. I've socked them away into a directory that no one will find, and or would expect to find photographs. I've changed their names, too, for whatever that's worth. It takes some effort, and you and whatshisname don't seem to stop." He managed a grin and looked at her. She wasn't sure whether she was smiling too, or if her face was grim. She kept moving her eyes from his face to his hard-on, wondering what she was going to do. She was really fucked. "'course, all of my work is logged somewhere, so if anyone wants to do an audit, it might look funny and eventually they could dig them up. I'd like to find a more permanent solution..." "Harrison...his name is Harrison...and you don't recognize him? Shit. He's going to go ballistic." She interrupted his rambling, gesturing to the envelopes on her lap. He shifted uncomfortably, the photo of her and Harrison against the tree staring at him from between her legs. "Yeah...hard not to. Deputy Mayor and all, but...Married? I'm just curious, you know Di, you and Harrison are doing it like rabbits all over the county. I mean, weren't you at all concerned?" His tone wasn't accusing, just a little incredulous. "He insisted on it." She kept glancing down at his crotch seeing his erection, then caught his eye looking at the photo between her legs. She was feeling a little mischievous and left it, her, exposed to tease him. "The first time," she looked over at him as if to make sure it was okay, "we were on the beach, alone, it was a fantastic day, I can't imagine why more people weren't around, it was Shelter Cove, and we were making out. After he was kissing me a little heavier than usual, I saw his suit bulging and it turned me on, but I didn't have the guts to do it there. He just started stripping me and I was so horny I didn't stop him. The possibility of being caught was terrifying, but it only made me more excited...I don't know, then later on I really got a kick out of feeling the sun and wind on my skin..it's a real turn on, I guess. Am I a pervert?" She gave him as innocent a look as she could, knowing her whole description was making him harder. "Geez, Di, I don't think you're a pervert. I think you're absolutely foxy. I'm just a little worried. If I hadn't come across these pics, someone else would have, and Harrison and you'd be in a ton of hot water." He wasn't sure where to go at this point. He'd accomplished his purpose, but his cock was becoming an embarrassment; he began to blush. He looked back at her when he heard a sob. "Hey, what's up? It's okay, I've got them all, I think, don't cry...shit." He reached over to rub her shoulder and stroke her cheek. Her soft skin sent a jolt to his brain...and crotch. Damn, I can't even console her without getting turned on. "I'm just so fucked. If anyone else finds those files on the system, we're in such deep shit. He's going to freak! He's been so fucking careful! Shit, shit, shit!" A tear trailed down her cheek catching in the fine downy hairs before dripping to the seat cushion. Tracing its fall, his eyes again caught sight of Harrison fucking her against the tree. His crotch jerked involuntarily. God, I'm so turned on. He'll think I'm a slut for certain if I make a move, but I really want to see his cock, but shit, I don't want him to think I'm doing it because of the pictures - he'll think he can blackmail me anytime. "Johhno, what do you want from me? Why did you wait 'til now, 'til tonight? What do you expect me to do?" She hoped he would take the advantage she was handing him. Please, please ask me to do something for you. "Man, Dianne, I can think a of a thousand things right now, but none of them are very easy for me to say...I've been holding on to these things for about a couple of weeks, I guess, maybe I saw the first one about a month ago, and I didn't know what to do...I dunno what to say, I guess." "You've been jacking off to these, haven't you?" She made it sound casual and a little shameful. "I can see you're turned on by them. Tell me, I think it's only fair, have you been jerking off looking at me having sex with Harrison?" She already knew the answer, but it was the only way she could think of to get him at an equal disadvantage. She watched as his hands tightened on the steering wheel and his eyes closed. "Yeah, Di, a few times. I couldn't help it, you're so fucking beautiful. Do you hate me?" His eyes snapped open at the sound of the photographs sliding to the floor and her body shifting in her seat. "Hate you? I'm a little freaked out, for sure, but if anyone was going to find these things, I'm really glad it was someone I trust. I guess you're my 'knight in shining armor', and from where I'm sitting, your sword is getting a little bent." She said the last sentence with a small smile, reaching for his belt. She wanted to see how far this guy was going to push it; she was easily as turned on as he looked; she didn't feel a bit unfaithful to Harrison, given he was married he couldn't expect her to be monogamous, but John had been a family friend -- closer than that...cousin kept coming to mind. She'd never thought of having sex with him...until...until she could see how hard this was making him. It was his turn to gasp as he watched her undoing his snap and pulling down his zipper with some difficulty over the mound of underwear pushing up from below. She had shifted over in her seat as far as possible and reached around him to pull his shorts and briefs down. He helped by raising his hips; he licked his lips and closed his eyes again, hoping things were really turning out this way. The cool air hit is prick like cup of water, replaced within a heartbeat by the warmth and softness of her fingers. He snapped his eyes open and turned to look at her. She was studying his cock, slowly rubbing her forefinger up and down the underside of the shaft, her thumb pushing on his glans. Her other hand cupped his balls, lightly bouncing them up and down. "Uh...," he began, his mouth suddenly dry, "uh, you don't have to do this, you know." Not really expecting her to pay attention, he reached over, turning to face her directly, and unbuttoned her shirt. He had stared at photographs of her breasts for weeks and he really needed to touch them in the flesh. They popped out of the shirt; she hadn't been wearing a bra, a detail that had escaped him, and his hands drifted down to stroke the nipples, already hardened by the cool air. His touch erupted inside her, forcing her to close her eyes and open her mouth. She needed to know who had taken those photographs, and she would find out, but for now, she just wanted to feel him feeling her feeling him. His cock was stiffening with each moment, she wanted to watch him spurt. She leaned over further and planted a kiss on his mouth, squeezing his penis as she poked through his lips with her tongue. She felt it vibrate in response. Again, she squeezed. Again, his penis throbbed, and so did his fingers as they pinched her nipples. His cock was so different from Harrison's and so similar; soft on the outside, firm on the inside, but his head was bigger, and the shaft...different somehow. Again, pushing her tongue into his mouth, her own juices freely flowing adding to the aroma of night-blooming jasmine. It wouldn't be long...one more squeeze and a little stroke, and voila! She felt his cock stiffen, his legs contract and the sound of a plop as his warm gooey cum hit the seat. She kept her stroking until the stuff just dribbled out of him. Diane's Desire Ch. 01 "Oh, wow. Oh shit. I didn't really...wow, Diane, that was...shit, I didn't expect you." she quieted him with a cum covered finger against his lips. The thought of slipping it into his mouth excited her, but he moved her hand away. Except for the sounds of moths beating their wings against the windshield, and the steady rush of cold air from the A/C, the night was silent. She really needed to cum, but she could wait until she got home and did it in the bath. His hands lightly stroked her chest, from her neck down to her nipples; and then they continued. She wasn't ready to let him fuck her; that wouldn't happen tonight for sure, and maybe never, but she didn't want to reject him either -- she'd always looked up to him. It was just...she hadn't ever thought about him that way. And now. Now he shows her this shit, but without any hint of malice. He seemed sincere in trying to help her. Still, she knew enough about guys to know that he had looked at all the angles. From a cool perspective, she had to treat this carefully: he had too much on her and Harrison and she didn't want him upset and going off doing something stupid. She flicked off the A/C; she wanted to feel the heat. His hands traveled down to her shorts, his fingers struggling with the button; she waited, her excitement still building at the thought of her and Harrison being captured on film...and Johnno beating off to them. He pulled her shorts and panties down, she only helped him a little, her hands returning to his slumping member. She watched his face as he stared between her legs. She opened herself to him, letting him see in person what he'd been studying in photos so long. She knew her aroma was filling his nose; she wanted her clit to fill his mouth. She turned in her seat, her back flat against the seat-back, reached around and leaned the seat to a reclining position. "You can look at me as close as you want," she whispered in as husky a voice as she could manage. She spread her legs wide open and pulled the lever to move the seat itself back as far as possible. "But you can't fuck me, Johnno. Not now, not tonight. Eat me til I cum, but no fucking. Okay?" She trusted him; he'd already proved his desire to protect her. He wouldn't screw with her now. Not with the promise of a future time. Hearing her own voice directing him to eat her sent a shiver up her spine. I'm such a slut! He opened his door, sending in a rush of humid hot air. As he walked in front of the headlights, his cock swinging between his dark pubic hair, she opened the windows. She wanted to sweat. She was suddenly proud of her body. A year ago, she had complained to herself in the mirror: her breasts were too small, her hips to wide. But now, especially now, as a second guy was seduced by her, she really felt proud. Her eyes drifted down and she was pleased to see her tan line accentuating her breasts, the nipples and areolas brown islands in a lighter pink sea, surrounded by her early summer tan. Her belly was flat, the result of hard work and exercise; her muff hair a golden reddish blond. She opened herself as wide as possible, waiting for his mouth. He opened the door to the back seat and crouched in. She got it; he was going to crawl over her, 69 her. As he lizard crawled down her body, she slid her hands up his chest to stroke his nipples. She could smell the musk from his cum, a drop brushed across her forehead as his groin slid down. And then she felt his hot breath on her lips; the anticipation of his tongue made her rotate her hips up to invite, urge, him to suckle from her. But each movement up moved him away in unison. Only his breath stroked her. She could feel her clit stiffening, unsheathing itself, exposing her to him, but he still held off, studying her as she had studied him. "Please," she quietly begged him, "please lick me; please eat me." Again, her voice echoed back as slut, slut, slut. Her insides were on fire even as her head was questioning what she was doing. So, her relationship with Harrison was exposed. And this is how she handled it? Stripping and spreadeagling herself for a casual acquaintance...an old friend...a member of the family...what is Johhno to me? His lips whipped her back to the here and now; he had brushed them lightly across the golden strands of hair that covered her outer labia. "I love your smell." His words puffed across her clit, teasing her. "I love eating pussy, but I really am going to love eating yours." She didn't like the term, 'pussy'. She still called her sex a vagina, mostly, 'muff' if she was feeling free and easy; the name excited her much more than the terms Harrison liked to use. 'Cunt', 'twat', 'pussy' - they all were a turn-off to her. Again, his lips brushed hers, sweeping away her thoughts with an explosion of sensation. He lightly ran his tongue tip down her bush, from the top of her waist all the way to the spot between her vagina and her ass. She squirmed in delight and pushed up again. He likes eating pussy...hmmm...who else has he been eating? He pulled away again, leaving just his hot breath tickling her hairs. "Please," she urged him again, a little more insistently. "Don't tease me, I can't stand it." He shifted his body slightly, moving his growing erection over her nose. She crinkled her face as a strand of his cum smeared on her forehead. "Kiss it," he said bluntly. "Kiss it, Di." She hesitated. She'd only blown Harrison that once, wouldn't you know it was caught on film, and she didn't like it much. He was disappointed that she hadn't swallowed it that day, but the taste was too strong. Johnno's smell was different, in some way, but the memory of Harrison's exploding into her mouth was still there. Again, he brushed across her, sweeping her thoughts back to the present. She moaned, and tried again to rotate her crotch into his mouth. She only succeeded briefly and he pulled away again, pushing his pelvis down and with it, his penis onto her upper lip. "Take it in your mouth, Di, just like those pictures of you giving Harrison head." He pushed his tongue against her open slit for extra encouragement and she drifted her head back to let his penis head slip in between her lips. The taste of his dried cum was different than Harrison's, she noticed immediately. Sweeter; or maybe her memory wasn't quite right, but she wasn't repulsed like she had expected. She gave it a little swipe with her tongue again, feeling the hole and scraping some of the gelled sperm off of it. He gave a little jerk and then she felt a small explosion as his tongue gave her clit the same treatment. She repeated the experiment, moving her clit up into him in expectation. Again, only harder because she pushed into him, his tongue brushed her clit, and his cock pushed deeper into her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around his shaft, pulling on it with her cheeks. He let it go deeper into her mouth and she almost gagged, stopping it barely in time. As she held it against the roof of her mouth, sliding her tongue around it, she felt him penetrate her, sliding his tongue between her labia; she felt his spit, or her juices sliding out between her ass cheeks. The tickling made her squirm, which he interpreted to mean, 'do more of that.' They got into a rhythm, up and down, in and out, until she felt her heat building up. She knew he was getting ready to burst, his head expanding, the shaft pulsing with each pull on it. All of a sudden he pushed into her mouth and she knew he was coming. Trapped beneath his legs, she couldn't avoid taking it into her and prepared for the jet even as she pushed herself against his mouth to get as much pressure against her clit as she could. Concentrating on his tongue rather than the salty come spreading across her tongue, she felt the ball of electricity rolling down her spine, her vagina seemed to expand, swelling around his tongue and she arched her back as her orgasm hit. Almost unconsciously, she swallowed the come mixed with her saliva and again was surprised at the difference in taste. This might be alright, she thought, as the waves of her orgasm swept through her, rippling back up her spine to meet the salty liquid flowing down her throat. Slut. You're a skanky little slut. The thought only made her clench her muscles more, pushing against his mouth.