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The Katie Chronicles Ch. 01

By: SallyG



Hi, my name is Katie Kelly and I'm 18. I know I'm a little young to be telling my life story, but my head is so filled with thoughts lately that I wanted to write them down. At least tell you of some of the adventures I've had this summer. 

First, let me tell you a little about my family, because they play a big part in the stories I want to tell you. They are true stories about my family, only the names are changed to protect the none too innocent. 

OK. I'm the youngest daughter of Kevin and Michelle Kelly an all American couple if there ever was one. Dad met Mom when she was a junior in high school and he was a sophomore in college and have been together ever since. Mom was 20 when she got married, and in the next three years, being catholic had three babies me being the last. There were complications with my pregnancy, so after me the shop was closed. My sister, Julie, is now 20, and my brother Dennis is 19. 

My siblings both have brown hair like my Mom and I have blonde hair like my father. I keep my hair short, sort of like the figure skater Dorothy Hamill wears hers. In the last few years my breasts have really developed and I now have a 34 D cup – again I take after one of my parents. Mom's breasts are just enormous, although, at 40 her back is big enough to support those monsters. She's a 38 EE, which are really still quite firm ( as can be expected for someone that age carrying around those massive things) and beautiful. I know her back aches from them a lot, and my sister and I have tried to get her to have breast reduction therapy, but my father ( who I think is being totally selfish) won't let her. 

Anyway, my father is a big mucky muck in the national republican party, after making his fortune in the oil business ( actually inheriting about a gazillion dollars from his grand father, and then just parlaying the money in to two gazillion) when I was little he was really very handsome, and still is, but now he's put on a ton of weight. My Mom teaches high school algebra, and was actually my freshman year instructor.

My sister, looks like my Mom, goes to Harvard, and my Brother who doesn't look like anyone as far as I can tell, goes to the university of Colorado where he majors in environmental policy, smoking dope, and rock climbing – not necessarily in that order. 

So, that's my family. I just graduated from high school and it's summer – I leave for UCLA in the fall, where I'll study theater. 

One more thing about me that you have to know, I love sex. Since I first started having it, 3 years ago, I think of it constantly. I'm really careful about who I have it with and how often, but I'm constantly trying to get friends together, and fix couples up. In fact the one thing I like more than sex is seeing other people have sex. I love to watch ( and be watched). I went so far as to install spy cameras in a lot of the rooms in our home, that I hooked up to my computer to watch my family members have sex. I also bugged rooms and phone lines to catch any gossip ----I found out my family members were the most sexless family in the state. In all the time I've had the cameras the best I've done is catching my siblings and my Mom masturbate....and not together. 

Mom masturbates a lot actually, and one day I was sitting at my computer watching her an eight inch dildo in and out of her wet pussy, when I heard her say something that give me the most wonderful idea: She called out the name "Kyle". As I said my Dad's name is Kevin. So whom you may ask is Kyle? 

My boyfriend for the last couple of years, Kyle McManus, is the pitcher on our high school baseball team. He has a 94 mile and hour fastball, an amazing body, a thick cock, and tremendous stamina in bed. He is also physically beautiful, and a tremendous bore. Never has any ideas of his own, easily swayed, and willing to do almost anything I ask him to. By the end of our senior year I was bored out of my skull with him, and broke up with him. But because he was so sweet, and I liked having sex with him, I let him hang around even though I started seeing other people. 

Well my Mom calling out his name in the throes of her passion was pretty interesting I thought. There she was with her eight-incher having sexual fantasies about my boyfriend. She would have really got excited if she knew that her trusty dildo didn't do Kyle justice. Kyle by the way was also an ex-student of my Mom's.

After hearing that I made a point to keep an eye on my mom and make sure I got to watch her on hidden camera every time she masturbated ( which was a lot for a 40 year old) and several times I heard her mutter Kyle's name. Apparently he was a bit of obsession for her.

Which got me thinking, as I said I like to watch people have sex, so one day, when we were both lying out , by the pool, catching some rays I broached a subject I knew she would have interest in.

"Hey Mom, guess who has a crush on you?" I said to her.

"Who?" she asked continuing to lie back with her eyes closed letting the sun bake her already bronzed skin.

"Kyle," I Said, " he really thinks you're hot. 

I was watching Mom closely when I said that and almost laughed when the very mention of Kyle's name caused her nipples to immediately harden. Mom sat up a little from her lounge chair to look at me. 

"What would make you say that?" Mom asked trying to sound a lot more nonchalant than I'll bet she was feeling. 

Now Kyle had often mentioned that he had found my Mom hot, in fact almost all my friends, at one time or another, had commented on how hot my Mom was – and she was. Being a schoolteacher, the boys in her class had lusted after her fairly openly, she of course had shot down one and all just as openly.

Mom looks a lot like the actress Laura Linney, except with brown hair instead of blonde. Mom has a very pretty face, with adorable dimples, a dazzling smile and a killer body that she works like a madwoman to maintain. So when I told he Kyle found her hot it was no lie.

Mom and I talked awhile about my relationship with Kyle and I let it slip that I was really looking to be a free agent in the fall. She said she understood and that it was nice that Kyle and I could still be friends. I mentioned that he was planning on coming over tomorrow, to hang out with me by the pool. I could tell Mom seemed interested. If I guessed right Mom would hang around to check out Kyle and give herself more fuel for her masturbatory fantasies. I started to hatch a plan. 

I knew that my Dad worked everyday until 6pm so I realized that if I could get myself out of the way, on some pretense or other, Mom and Kyle could have the day to be together. My first step was to call Kyle and tell him to meet me at a near by coffee shop - he complained that he was at home, "just chilling" and didn't want to go out, but as I said Kyle pretty much did what I told him to. Half an hour after my call we were seated at a table in the coffee shop. 

Kyle was a little taken aback when I told him I wanted him to sleep with my mother. He wasn't adverse to the idea at all, but he did call me a freak several times, as he tried to wrap his mind around the idea that I would want my Mom to cheat on my father. When I convinced him I was for real and told him about how my Mom had spoken his name when she was masturbating, Kyle really got behind the idea. He agreed to come over my house in the morning, and wear his tightest pair of Speed-Os by the pool. Next I called my best friend Robyn and asked her to do me a favor and call me at exactly 10:30 the following morning. 

The next morning at 9:30 Kyle showed up and the two of us went for a swim in the pool. Not surprisingly, whenever I looked up, I saw Mom in the kitchen checking us out. I yelled to my Mom to come out side and join us, and after hemming and hawing, she called back that she'd be right out. She went off to get in to a bathing suit. 

"Are you just dying to fuck my mother?" I asked Kyle in a real breathy voice.

"Jesus, am I ready," he said, " I've been thinking about it all night, I had to stop my self from beating off 5 times since we talked. If we do end up fucking, which I'm pretty sure is not going to happen, I'm going to have a monster load to dump inside of her – if this doesn't work you're going to have to suck me off."

I agreed, but made him promise that he would really put in effort in with my Mom. 

Mom emerged from the house looking very cute. She was wearing a black one piece, and her trade mark high heeled sandals – Mom loved high heels she said they made her feel more lady like, but I know she loves the way her legs and ass looked in them. She waved to us and went over to the lounge chairs to lie down. 

"God her hips are fuckable" Kyle whispered to me as we pulled ourselves out of the water and pulled up chairs so we could lie down next to my Mom. 

The three of us chatted about nothing at all for a while, with Mom giggling like a schoolgirl at every lame thing Kyle said. It was about twenty after 10 and I realized that I had better get the ball rolling before Robyn called. I asked Mom how her back was doing – I knew the answer before I asked, Mom's back is chronically bad, duh, Hello! Maybe big tits and high heels all the time aren't the best combination. She gave me the answer that I expected; it was sore. 

"Well, roll over and let me rub it." I said. 

"Aren't you sweet." She cooed putting her chair down flat and rolling over on her stomach. 

I moved over to her and winked at Kyle, who smiled, somewhat stupidly at me. I started to rub Mom's neck and shoulders, I intentionally did a fairly half-assed job of it, so I could stop after a minute or two.

"You know what," I said as if the idea just occurred to me, " Kyle's hands are so much stronger than mine and he's really good at back rubs ( that much is true), Kyle, why don't you rub Mom's back."

Kyle bless his heart was over almost instantly, and before Mom could object, which she tried to do, he was already working on her shoulders. Kyle's hands are quite strong, and he has a firm but gentle touch – from personal experience I knew Mom would really enjoy the massage. Kyle smiled over at me and this time it was his turn to wink. Just then, my phone rang, it was Robyn. 

I started carrying on a one sided conversation about an emergency. "What's that you say? Trudy has been taken to the hospital? No car? Stay there I'll be right over". On the other end of the phone Robyn was peeing her pants laughing at me. She knew I was up to something but had no idea what. 

After I got off the phone, I told Mom and Kyle that I had to go pick up Robyn and take her to the hospital, to see another friend that had just been taken there. Everyone was of course quite concerned, and Kyle asked me if I wanted him to take me. I told him it would be crazy to ruin both of our days and that he should just hang out by the pool until I got back in about an hour and half an we could all have lunch. Mom seemed a little reluctant to be left alone with Kyle, but out of politeness I knew she wouldn't say anything. 

Earlier I had parked my car down the block so I wouldn't have to make big show of driving away, so instead I went up to my room and peered out the drawn curtains down to the pool. The two of them were still down there and I could hear them talking, but I couldn't really hear what they were saying.

Damn. I thought to myself, when I had spent all that money on the hidden cameras, why hadn't I thought to buy a shot-gun microphone ( Well I actually had thought of buying it, but decided against it as it would be hard to explain what a shot-gun microphone was doing in my bedroom, as it was it was difficult enough to explain to my parents why I had bought a $1000 computer monitor, it wasn't like I could say, "The better to watch you with my dears").

After a few minutes of incomprehensible, but what I assumed was banal, conversation Kyle resumed the massage. He looked like he was really getting in to it and I could see him travelling down her back with long even strokes, moving down to the small of her back, and then skipping her ass and working on her legs. I knew Mom was loving it because nobody in our family would give her a massage like that, and she would never spend money getting one ( Mom was very cheap when it came to herself). After doing her legs and feet Kyle moved up again to her back. At that point he leaned down and whispered something to her. She looked up and shook her head no, and then they proceeded to have some kind of dispute. After a minute of discussion Mom and Kyle got up and went inside. 

I quickly moved over to my computer and switched on my camera that covered the living room ( which looks through the dining room and out to the pool) but by the time I turned it on I just caught the two of them moving through the frame and upstairs out of my camera's vision. I don't know what Kyle had said, but could they be headed to Mom and Dad's room already?

In a few seconds, that indeed, is where they showed up. 

A few months previously I had given my parents a digital alarm clock, that unbeknownst to them contained a rather sophisticated spy camera, as far as they knew it was just an odd gift from a surprisingly odd daughter.

Now from my room down the hall I watched Kyle and my mother as they entered my parents bedroom. Mom looked a little nervous as she turned to Kyle and said, "I should just lay down on the bed?" Kyle nodded his head. 

"Alright, now hide your eyes." Mom said. Kyle turned his back to her and Mom did something fairly shocking. She looked to see that he wasn't watching and then took the straps of her bathing suit of her shoulders and rolled the top down to her waist. Her magnificent boobs spilled out in to the bright light of her bedroom. Mom demurely covered them with one arm and then gingerly laid face down on the bed. I could see that even though being pressed down in to the mattress covered them, a lot of them were exposed on the sides. "Alright, you can turn around now," Mom said. 

Kyle turned around and climbed on the bed with Mom and resumed rubbing Mom's back, only this time he was kneading her naked flesh instead of the top of her suit. As I watched I got up and removed my Bikini, I wanted to be naked for the hot action I hoped would follow. 

Kyle was really working Mom's body over good, with long, slow, sensuous strokes up and down her back, each time he moved down he would get a little lower and caress the top part of her buttocks. Mom's only response was to give out a soft mewling sound, as his fingers worked her sore muscles.

Kyle moved back up and started working on her shoulders and upper back, I could see he was getting a little more daring and rubbing the sides of Mom's breasts. Mom just continued to moan softly, and feeling encouraged Kyle ran his hand down the side of the her breast and almost scooped her entire tit in to his large hand. Mom's torso lifted off the bed, when he did that, and she shuddered a little with the sensation. 

Not that she had said anything to discourage him, but I suspected Kyle may have felt he had gone a little fast so he moved down her back again and massaged under her rib cage, again reaching around and grabbing a handful of Mom's tummy. 

Kyle kept moving down and now was rubbing Mom's ass directly, he firmly kneaded the flesh pressing down on mom's very well developed ass cheeks. I could see Mom was beginning to breathe quite heavily at this point and Kyle had grown quite red.

"This feels so good," Mom gasped as Kyle continued his ministrations. He had moved away from her ass and now had reached around and was massaging her hips. With a fluid but firm motion, Kyle suddenly grabbed the bathing suit that was still around Mom's waist and essentially skinned it off her leaving her naked on the bed.

I had no idea what Mom was going to say. Kyle seemed to have gone too far, what would Mom say, or what would she do? I realized at that moment I was sitting there holding my breath. What she said turned out to be just what Kyle wanted to hear. 

"Honey, could you make sure the door is locked". That was it, that was her entire response to Kyle taking her clothes off. She was lying there naked on the bed, her neat, trimmed, pussy exposed for the first time to her daughter's 18 year old boy friend, her ex-student, and all she had to say was that he should make sure no one was going to walk in on them. 

As I said Kyle's a bit of a dope, but he's not an idiot, he knew what was about to happen. His awareness was confirmed when after checking that the door was indeed locked, he returned sporting a massive hard on that threatened to rip apart his straining bathing suit. He climbed back on the bed and began massaging Mom again, who kept her head buried in the pillow now, as if averting her eyes would some how make her less guilty of the infidelity she was now so obviously flirting with. 

This time Kyle was concentrating all his efforts below Mom's waistline, not so much massaging any more, but rather softly caressing her inner thighs. With each stroke Kyle drew closer and closer to Mom's, by now, swollen pussy lips. 

By this time I had started fingering myself, and my pussy was starting to resemble a wet sponge. I reached in to my desk draw and pulled out my thick rubber dildo, I placed it on my desk, not quite ready to use it. 

Kyle was now brushing the lips of Mom's trimmed snatch with every stroke. She still wasn't looking at him, but her moans were now getting very loud, in addition to hearing her on my monitor I could now hear her right down the hallway. I silently hoped Dad didn't decide to come home early, even with the bedroom door locked I don't think he could have missed what was going on inside his bedroom.

"Roll over," Kyle said forcefully. If Mom hadn't complied instantly I had a feeling Kyle would have flipped her over himself. When Mom rolled over her true nakedness was for the first time was revealed to him. Another man other than her husband was, finally viewing her mammoth breasts that had transfixed so many men in our neighborhood, so many male students in her classes over the years, and so many of the pious frauds in our church community. Kyle was rightly awed by the sight of her, and if possible his cock pressed even harder at his poor, strained, bathing suit.

At that point, the full weight of what she was about to do must have hit her, and she shook her head violently. 

"We can't do this Kyle," she said, "I'm married, I've never been with another man. I can't have sexual intercourse".

Down the hall, I nearly freaked out when I heard her say that, "What???" I wanted to scream at her, "Now you think of that?" I wanted to run in to her room and insist that she go through with it, but I realized that wouldn't be a lot of help at the moment. 

Fortunately Kyle was handling the objection a lot better than I was; he walked over and gently pushed her back in to a flat position. He spoke to her soothingly.

"Mrs. Kelly, we don't have to have sex, I just want to hold you, I've always thought you were the most beautiful woman I've ever met. " He said sitting down next to her and was gently rubbing her stomach and sides – somehow was managing to stop himself from mauling Mom's big knockers. 

"That's it Kyle, take your time" I thought to myself.

"Do you think I'm more beautiful than my daughter?" Mom asked (Nice question, Mom).

"Your daughter is a stunning woman, but she gets her beauty from you," Kyle told her as he played with the top of her pubic hair.

As soon as he finished saying that Kyle slid down and began kissing Mom's stomach. Mom just lay there gently running her fingers through Kyle's hair. I of course knew where he was going, but I wondered if my innocent mother had any idea.

I would guess that she didn't by the sound she made when he reached her destination and, without warning, pushed his tongue in to her wet snatch. Mom's body bucked like it had just been hit with an electrical charge, her hips coming hard off the bed to accept his tongue in to her womanly depths. Mom's hands gently stroked Kyle's hair as he lapped at her pussy and her legs went up to enclose his head.


The Katie Chronicles Ch. 01



"Oh My GOD Kyle, that feels sooooo Gooood", Mom cried out, battling the instinct to push his head further in to her pussy, Mom's hands flew in the air, her fingers straight out, they shook for a moment and then fell to the bed clutching the covers. 

I was so turned on now watching this action, that I grabbed my dildo and slid it in to my super lubricated cunt. I felt like I has a fever as I ran the entire length of the thick rubber slab up inside me.

At that moment there was a flurry of activity on my monitor. Kyle had slid one of his fingers in to Mom's pussy and she has responded by hunching up off the bed and calling out Kyle's name at the top of her lungs as she was gripped by a tremendous orgasm. While she spasmed Kyle held her hips firmly against his soaked face letting Mom cum and cum.

I know that Kyle is pretty good with his tongue, I taught him everything he knew, but he wasn't as good as Mom's orgasm would have had you believe. She had come so fast I strongly suspected it had been months, if not years since she had sex with another person. 

Kyle had stopped lapping at her, but he kept his head buried between her thighs as Mom's belly slowly began to stop twitching and her hips settled down.

"Oh my God Kyle," Mom said huskily, " I don't think I've ever come that hard in my life, that was amazing."

Kyle slowly pulled himself off the bed and removed his bathing suit. His huge cock sprang out in all its glory. Mom stared at it with obvious lust in her eyes. "Let me suck it," she said reaching one hand out to try to grasp it.

"No," replied Kyle, " I want to fuck you now". 

Mom, with out a moments hesitation, spread her arms and Kyle smoothly moved in to her embrace. That was it. That was all it took. Her earlier objections were forgotten. Years of marital fidelity were about to come to an abrupt end, for Michelle Kelly, in the very bed that she had slept with her husband in since their wedding.

The two of them met in a lust soaked kiss, as Mom's hand wrapped around Kyle's engorged prick, she guided it to her quim and with one even stroke Kyle slid all the way up to the hilt in her. And just like that they started to fuck for the first time. 

There is something quaint, yet very hot, about the missionary position. With Kyle and Mom doing it, it was really a thing of beauty. Alternating between kissing, grunting, calling each others names, letting out animalistic yells, the two of them settled in to a rhythm of good hard fucking. Mom's legs were slightly bent at the knees and gripped Kyle's muscular torso as he plunged mercilessly in to her willing cunt. 

What struck me as I watched; was how in to each other they were. I had fucked Kyle many times, but had never seen this level of passion in either him or me. The two of them seemed to be clutching each other for dear life, and the more Kyle plowed in to her the more Mom's body seemed to absorb the pounding. With his heavy nut sack beating a rhythmic pattern against Mom's tight little asshole, Kyle was showing his usual incredible stamina, and Mom was answering every thrust of his with a parry of her own. 

For the most part they kissed like long lost lovers, but from time to time they would break free to gasp for air, or to rasp out how good it felt, only to return quickly to their almost desperate kissing. 

Soon Mom's body began to buck harder off the bed and I could see she was approaching another orgasm. I was still using my rubber dildo on myself and I too could tell I was moving to a massive orgasm. Mom was starting to get louder, and even in the frenzy I had worked myself in to, I had the presence of mind to turn down the sound on my computer so they wouldn't hear the delayed sound from two doors down. 

With the sound turned down low, I was now aware of how loud Mom was being. Her increasing screams of pleasure were echoing through the house. As far as she knew I could have 'returned' at any minute, but I guess she was too far-gone too care.

"KYYYLLLL I'm going to CUMMM, Riding Your wonderful COCKKKK!!!!!" Mom panted out. The room was now filled with the sound of flesh on flesh slapping against each other. Their grasping clutching bodies seemed to be slamming in to each other.

"Ahhhh, me too, Michelle," Kyle grunted, " I'm right with you, let's cum together."

"OH YES BABY CUM INSIDE ME, CUM DEEP INSIDE ME, FILL ME UP WITH YOUR SPERM!!! I LOVE......KYLE,.......I LOVE YOUUUUU.........AHHHHHH OHHHHH AHHHH ARRGHHHHHHH." Mom's body was wracked with an impossibly intense orgasm. 

"HERE I CUMMM, RAARRRGGG" Shouted Kyle, as his ass cheeks tightened and his balls began to pump rope after rope of thick semen in to my mother's welcoming belly. I could almost see Kyle's swollen ball sack dumping their contents in to Mom's grasping womb. Kyle's orgasm seemed to trigger another orgasm in Mom who tightened her leg lock on him and flattened her heaving, sweaty breasts against his broad chest. 

"I LOVE YOU KYLE, FILLLLLLLLL MEEEEEEEE UPPPPPPPPPPPP" Mom screamed out. Kyle almost lifted her off the bed as their mutual orgasm gripped them as one.

In my room, I too was in the grips of a powerful orgasm that actually knocked me out of my chair. As I came down, I laid on the floor, laughing at myself. What kind of pervert was I? Getting off watching my own mother cheat on her husband with my ex-boyfriend. It sounded like something of Jerry Springer, rather than a upper class suburban old money family. I mean here I was, the reigning home coming queen from my high school, lying on her floor, naked with an enormous dildo stuck up my twat. I crawled up to my desk to see how things were going.

I would have thought the two of them would have collapsed after their mutual explosion, but Mom and Kyle were instead making out like a couple of drunk teenagers. I had figured that after having sex Mom's conscience would have got the better of her and she would have immediately regretted cheating on her husband. It sure didn't look like she was regretting too much. I figured this may be a good time to remind her of her family, besides I was supposed to be getting back around now. So I called her on my cel phone. 

Mom reluctantly broke her embrace and picked up the phone, her "hello" was very cheerful. 

"Hey Mom, it's me, I'm going to be a little held up at the hospital, are you and Kyle doing all right?" I asked trying to sound as innocent as possible. 

"We're fine, we've been having a very interesting time." Mom said reaching out and grabbing Kyle's, once again, erect cock. What a hussy my mother was acting like. 

"I'll be home in time for dinner with you and DAD" I stressed Dad's name to remind her that she was, in fact, married. 

"That's fine dear," my Mom said continuing to stroke Kyle's prick, " listen, something's just come up that I have to deal with. I have to go." 

With that she hung up, and I watched my monitor as my once innocent mother took Kyle's cock in to her mouth and began sucking it. 

Kyle once again stopped her with the command, " I want to fuck you again" and once again with out objection Mom complied, this time pushing him backwards on the bed and climbing on top of his engorged pole. 

"I'm going to fuck your brains out," Mom whispered huskily too him, and for the next few hours that's exactly what she did. The two of them went at it like a marathon porno movie. By the time Kyle limped out the front door, an hour before my Dad got home, they had fucked a total of 4 times. 

And things were just starting to get interesting.

To be continued...



The Katie Chronicles Ch. 02



Hi, Katie again. I want to tell you a story about a boy I know named Jason Goldman. 

Jason and I met each other when we were in Mrs. Lipton’s 2nd grade class, which now is about 10 years ago. We were friends in those days, since we lived on the same street, and our parents knew each other. Mr. Goldman taught political science at a near by University, and I remember my Dad and he would constantly argue about politics. 

Jason used to walk me home everyday, and we would tell each other everything. Everything was, of course, a fairly limited subject for two eight year olds, still I remember once when my sister asked me who my best friend was, I told her Jason. 

The next year we were placed in different 3rd grade classes and we began to see less and less of each other. I became friends with a group of girls who were, even at the time, considered popular and Jason began hanging out with the kids who would later become known as the dorks of the school. As the years went by we would still talk from time to time, but I would always get the feeling that my friends were laughing at him when I spoke to him, so it made me uncomfortable. I have a vivid memory of Jason approaching me at a 6th grade social , and asking me if I wanted to dance right in front of my friends. I laughed at him and said, “no” which put all my friends into a giggling fit. Poor Jason slunk away dejected. I remember feeling afterwards like I should apologize, I had intended to say something to him, but I never did.

By the time we reached high school my family had moved to a much nicer neighborhood and I no longer even saw Jason around on the street. In freshmen year, I started dating Chip Bennett who was a senior and captain of the wrestling team (and a real dick I later found out). 

For some reason, which had nothing to do with our long ago friendship, Chip took a dislike to Jason and a few of his friends, and would pick on him whenever he saw him. It seemed that upper classmen liked to find freshmen to pick on, and that year Jason was one of the unlucky chosen. A lot of times Chip and I would be kissing next to my locker and Jason would walk down the hall and see us and would turn tail and run. Chip would laugh and yell after Jason, “Run Fuck Nuts!!”, and I would laugh like an idiot, pretending that my boyfriend had a sense of humor. Later that year I broke up with Chip when he tried to date rape me in the back of his IROC and take my virginity - I wasn’t ready for that and kneed him in the groin to put an exclamation on the point. He drove me home that night in silence (except for the sound of me crying) and that was the end of our relationship. As far as Jason went, we never really spoke the last few years of high school.

Which brings me to what happened recently. 

Two Sundays ago I went to the beach with my friends Robyn and Nicole. We spent the day playing Frisbee, tanning, and flirting with some really cool guys we met who were visiting from Australia. If Robyn hadn’t had to get home by 5 (to go to some dinner with her Dad) I probably would have hooked up with this one awesome guy named Derek, but Robyn had to run and as things turned out, I’m glad that never happened. 

On the way home I asked Robyn to quickly stop at the gas station so I could pick up a bottle of water. When Robyn pulled in to the station she almost crippled this Asian guy who was minding his own business trying to put air in to his bicycle tire, and he looked up at her and angrily said, “Why don’t you watch where you’re going?”

The situation was quickly diffused by Nicole (who looks like a super model) getting out of the jeep and going over to the guy to apologize. Now you’d never know it to look at her, but Nicole is a very warm person, and when the Asian guy (who must have been in his 50s) really started to act up, I saw Nicole do something that I’ve seen her do dozens of times – she grabbed the man’s hand and gently held it. You would have thought she had just told him that she loved him, you could literally see the anger melt away, and he was all smiles and avuncular advice after that. When they parted and said good bye they seemed to have a genuine human moment. It was fascinating to watch. 

After they said good-bye Nicole walked back over to Robyn and me and under her breath mutter, in a fantastic faux Asian accent, “Why don’t you watch where you’re going.”

Robyn and I started laughing and we continued to laugh as we entered the store, pushing and shoving and repeating the joke over and over again. Being slightly drunk, having had too much sun, and being horny from flirting with cute surfer boys causes one to be a little on the silly side.

As we entered I immediately caught sight of Jason, working behind the counter, in his company issued polyester pull over – and I laughed –then caught myself. I grabbed my bottle of water and stopped to talk to Nicole who was admiring the chips and dips rack (such items would never, in Nicole’s food obsessed world, actually make it in to her mouth). When we got to the front counter, Robyn was already there rummaging though a tray that contained cheap lip glosses.

Although I wore a wrap around skirt over my bikini, I still had nothing over my top and the air conditioning was having an effect on my nipples, a condition that smart-ass Robyn did not fail to notice and comment on.

“Hey, Jason, you might want to frisk her it looks like she’s smuggling erasers out of here,” and then she added, “Take a good long look, Jason, that’s the closest you’ll ever get to those magnificent beauties.”

Jason, who was kind of just standing there looking at my breasts, blushed a deep crimson and looked down at the register. I punched Robyn on the arm and told her to shut up. Robyn laughed like a hyena and shouted, “Well it’s true!”

I apologized to Jason telling him that Robyn was drunk, but he just looked at the register, as he rang us up, not saying a word. A tried to smile at him when we left, but he turned away.

When we got outside Robyn was still rattling on about something, but my mind was elsewhere. When she called my name for the second time to get in to the Jeep, I told her that I was just going to walk home (it was only about a mile from where we were). Nicole looked at me and smiled, and Robyn shook her head, looked at me suspiciously and drove off. 

I started walking home, but only got a few feet before I turned around and went back to the store. I wanted to say something to Jason, I just wasn’t sure what.

I had always prided myself on connecting with people, I like making people feel good when I deal with them, and I hated that idea that somehow someone I once knew didn’t even like saying two words to me now. I was ready to admit that we had grown apart, and I was ready to admit it was my fault, but at least I could remind him that we were once friends. I’m not sure why but the idea seemed really important.

When I entered the store Jason saw me immediately and quickly averted his eyes. I walked right up to him.

“ I really am sorry,” I said, flashing him a big smile, “ I know Robyn can act like an idiot.”

“It’s alright,” he muttered under his breath, “ doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Oh it doesn’t, I’m sorry I thought it did,” I started to leave, I didn’t know what to say to that. I had taken a few steps towards the door, when I heard Jason call after me.

“What does it matter to you anyway?” He sounded very sorry for himself.

“We were friends once, Jason.”

He looked at me with a sad expression and finally said, “ That was a long time ago.”

“We’re only 18, nothing is that long ago,” I said.

Just then his manager, an Indian man in his 50s emerged from the back room, he smiled at me and looked at Jason. 

“Jason, your shift is almost over,” he said, “it’s alright, if you want to leave a few minutes early to be with your girl friend.”

I could tell Jason was about to correct his boss’s mistaken impression so I jumped in, and flashing my most flirtatious smile, I thanked the manager for being so kind. Jason said nothing so I asked him, if I waited a few minutes for him, would he take a walk with me. He nodded his agreement.

I waited outside for him, and 10 minutes later, Jason emerged wearing his street clothes, a plaid shirt and blue jeans. 

If one wanted to be generous, one might say, Jason had an interesting face. He was not by any stretch good looking, he has a large nose and his eyes seemed to close together. He wore his hair fairly long, but not as a style, more because he seemed uninterested in going to the barber. His hair was somewhat wild an unkempt. He was thin, but had no muscles, and he was about as tall as I was – 5’6. Physically he reminded me a lot of the actor Dustin Hoffman. 

If anyone had seen the two of us together anyone might have been forgiven for wondering, “What is she doing with him?” I had gone through high school thinking thoughts like that, and discouraging guys, who I didn’t see up to my physical standards, from trying to talk to me. But, recently Niki and I had discussed that very subject and we had come to the realization that it was a shallow and negative way to live – we had taken a vow that day to change the error of our ways (Robyn had steadfastly refused to take the same vow).

So that afternoon Jason and I took a long walk, up through the woods, to the little old cemetery that was up on a hill that over looked our suburb. 

As we walked we chatted, at first somewhat uncomfortably, about our lives and our plans for school in the fall (Jason was going to Yale), and our childhood’s. 

By the time we reached the cemetery, and had found a tree to sit under, I could tell Jason was holding something back, so I asked him what it was. He hesitated a long time before answering.

“I’ve kind of have hated you the last few years,” he finally said.

“You hated me?” I replied. I had no idea. 

“Well, I didn’t really hate you,” he quickly added, “I guess I was just angry.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You used to ignore me when you were around your friends,” he said, of course he was right about that, “ and then you dated that idiot Chip Bennett.”

“He was an idiot.”

“But you dated him anyway,” he continued, “because he was good looking and he had the right car, and he was captain of the wrestling team. You know how lousy it made me feel that this knuckle dragger was sleeping with the prettiest girl in the school, while I couldn’t find a girl to hold my hand. Knowing that asshole was having an experience that I could never have. You really have no idea what it’s like to be on the outside looking in all the time – ”

“You really thought I was the prettiest girl in the school?” I asked. I was really touched by that for some reason. 

Jason seemed a little taken aback by the question. For a moment he was flustered and then he half-heartedly nodded yes.

“Well, and not that it’s any of your business, but I never slept with Chip Bennett”.

“You didn’t,” Jason said, looking the happiest I’d seen him look in years.

I shook my head. Jason’s happiness only lasted a moment; he was soon back to his semi-miserable self.

“What’s wrong now?” I asked.

“Nothing, it’s just that, even though he never slept with you, he still got to hold your hand, he still got to kiss you, he still got to - be with the girl everyone wanted to be with.”

“Not for long, I was 15 when I dated him, and he was a real jerk,” I said, “ I wouldn’t give him the time of day now – I certainly wouldn’t go back in to his store and ask him to take a walk with me,” I told him. 

“But, his kind of guy, will always get pretty girls to be with him. I haven’t even kissed a girl yet.” 

He was really starting to feel sorry for himself.

“Jason, you and I are friends,” I said.

Jason got up and walked a few paces away from where we were sitting.

“I know that,” he said, “ why do you think I wouldn’t know that?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant, you meant that we’re friends and you wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship, you don’t feel that way about me,” he said as if he were reciting a long ago memorized speech.

“Do you want to know what I meant or are you just going to carry on a one sided conversation?” I asked.

“No, no,” he said lightly, “I’m interested in having a two sided conversation – I’m just not very good at it.”

I laughed. Jason was kind of cute when you looked at him the right way. He was sweet, and smart, and actually had something to say.

“I meant, that we are friends, and that friends from time to time, when they’re not seeing anyone else……can kiss. Or fool around a little.”

That stopped him in his tracks, I could tell he wasn’t expecting that. I noticed him shift a little uncomfortably in order to hide a rapidly growing hard on. That was quick. 

“What?” Jason said in a voice that was almost an octave higher than where it usually was. 

“It’s a nice day I thought we could fool around a little before we went home,” I said matter of factly. 

Jason came over and sat down next to me on the grass.

“What do you earthlings mean by fool around?” He said in a robotic voice.

“First of all if there’s going to be any of this Star Wars convention crap, I’m going home right now,” I said giving him a disapproving look. He laughed. 

“That was it. I got that out of my system,” he said quickly, and then added, “you said something about kissing earlier, how…..um….how…..how would we do that?”

“Have you never really kissed a girl?” I asked him taking his hand in mine.

He shook his head no. I gave him a reassuring smile, and brought his fingers to my mouth and gently kissed them. His hands were trembling a little. 

“OK, now normally I would suggest you might want to take the lead with a girl, but maybe seeing how this is your first time I’ll kiss you first.”

“That sounds really great,” he said eagerly. Jason was really shaking now.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“I’m really good, although, is this normal for my heart to be beating this fast?”

I put my hand on his chest and his heart, was indeed, beating rapidly. I assured him that I thought he would be all right. Not wanting him to have anymore time to get worked up, I leant forward and kissed him on the lips. Jason had his lips slightly parted and he responded to my lips pressing against his, by pressing back in to me a little too hard, but when I moved my hand to his face and put a little pressure on his jaw, he immediately eased up. As we kissed our mouth began to open a little more, and our tongues made their first, tentative contact. He tasted good - sweet and clean. 

Our kiss lasted for almost a minute, with Jason gaining some confidence as our tongues continued to gingerly move around each other. As far as kisses went, it wasn’t lustful, but very comfortable (at least for me). When we finally broke, Jason’s eyes shone at me.

“Mmm,” I said, “that was nice.”

“Nice, that was amazing.”

He moved towards me, and in a moment, we were kissing again. Jason eased on top of me and I pushed me backwards until I was lying on the grass. This time he was being the aggressor and I went with it, with our tongues now doing battle, I felt the thrill that I so often do when being kissed by someone for the first time. Nerdy Jason was starting to turn me on.

As he kissed me I began to notice he was keeping his hips from pressing in to me and he was making sure his hands didn’t roam past my shoulders and neck. Every time he came close to letting them wander down to my exposed midriff he would quickly move up again. Once I noticed this behavior I had to stop kissing so that I wouldn’t start laughing.

“Jason are you trying NOT to touch my body?” I asked him, when we broke apart.

“I didn’t know if that…. was allowed,” he stammered.

“It’s allowed,” I said laughing at his sweetness, “we’re fooling around, silly, you can touch me anywhere you like.”

I could tell he was trying not to look at my breasts, but I was pretty sure that’s what he was thinking about when I said that. 

“Do you want me to take my top off?” I asked him.

“This is a dream, right?” Jason said, “I’m about to wake up any second and this will all be over.”

“Life is but a dream, Jason,” I said laughing at him, “better go with it until you wake up.”

I sat up and unclasped my top and pulled it off. Suddenly I was sitting there in front of Jason with my chest completely exposed to him. I gave him a big smile.

“And Robyn thought the closest you’d get to them was looking from behind the counter,” I said laughing. 

“She was right about one thing,” Jason said in a somewhat shaky voice, “They are magnificent.”

I smiled again at him, “Let’s stop talking about them like they’re separate from me.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason hastily replied.

“It’s a little chilly up here, compadre, if you’re not planning on touching them, I’m thinking of putting my top back on,” I said.

Jason quickly moved towards me, and pushing me backward to the ground, began to suck on my tits. It was an awkward move, and I would have laughed but his ministrations were rapidly having an effect on me. His licking and sucking were really beginning to turn me on, and when he ran his tongue along the line that the bra’s under wire had caused it really made me go wild. My hands flew up to clasp his head to my naked tit. 

“Oh my God, Jason, that feels so incredible,” I cried out. 

As he moved back up from my breasts to my kiss my mouth again I could sense something wasn’t quite right. I realized Jason was intentionally holding his body away from mine, trying not to let his erection rub against me. 

“Jason I want to be naked with you,” I whispered in his ear. 

He sat up and gave me a look of such adoration that my heart melted. He began to take off his clothes. As he did, I undid the wrap around that I was wearing and laid it out on the ground. By the time I was finished I looked up to see Jason, now nude, looking down at me. I gave him a smile, and lifted my butt off the ground and pulled my bikini bottoms off. Jason had become only the third guy from my high school ever to see my exposed blonde muff. 

His appreciation was apparent. His cock, which was already erect, gave a lurch and almost slapped against his body. 

Jason’s body was actually pretty good, he wasn’t as muscular as most of the boys I dated, in fact he was on the scrawny side – but he still had pretty good definition. His cock was a good six inches and, although not terribly thick, had a nice circumference. What struck me about it, was how pretty it was – now I know that wouldn’t be the first word most men would want to hear when it comes to their cocks, but it’s a good word and men should be proud to hear it. Jason’s was smooth and had a lovely well-proportioned head. 

I held out my hand to him (Grateful that I had my fingers and toes done the day before by my little Vietnamese manicurist, who had talked me in to a beige-silver color called satin doll, which looked quite nice in the sunlight), and Jason took it and moved back in to my arms. 

“Katie, I need to ask you a question?”

“Now?” I said.

“Yes now,” he said, “ I can’t believe I’m asking you this, but are you doing this because you want to, or because you some how feel bad about --- I don’t know, you feel bad for me.”

“Shut up, Jason,” I said to him while looking him straight in the eyes, “the truth is, like everyone else I know, I have no idea why I do most things….. All I know is right now I’m happy to be here with you.”

Jason kissed me passionately as we fell back on to the ground. He was shaking pretty hard and his body temperature seemed to be on the rise, he was almost feverish.

I gripped his strong erection and smeared the mushroom head of his cock with his pre-cum juices. He gave out a whimper and I felt his erection lurch in my hand again. I started rubbing it against my neatly trimmed pubic hair.




The Katie Chronicles Ch. 02



“I want to be inside you,” Jason rasped in my ear.

“I want that too,” I whispered back.

I again gripped his pulsating hard on in my now sweaty hand and began rubbing the bloated head up and down the length of my nether lips. 

“Oh no,” Jason gasped out, “I’m going to cum too soon.”

“That’s OK baby, cum inside me,” I whispered.

With that I positioned his shaft at the entrance of my pussy and pulled his hips forward with my other hand.

“AHHH,” I cried out, overwhelmed by how good his initial entrance felt in my hungry cunt.

Unfortunately my cry of pleasure was more than poor Jason’s over loaded senses could stand, and almost immediately I felt Jason’s body tense, as he began to release his fiery seed in to my belly. 

Jason cried out with an anguished grunt, as his balls continued pumping their contents in to me. I responded by wrapping my legs around him as tightly as I could. 

“I’m so sorry,” Jason muttered, as he kept his face buried in my neck.

I laughed softly, “It’s alright, I’m sure you had a lot of pent-up tension that needed a release – do you feel any better?”

“I feel terrific, it was the greatest 20 seconds of my life.”

“Well just stay inside of me, don’t move. Your penis is going to feel really sensitive for the next minute, so try not to move, I just want to hold you like this,” I said.

Jason fixed me with a deep kiss, filled with passion, that I could only moan in response too. When he broke it, he looked me directly in the eyes. 

“Katie, I can’t tell you how much losing my virginity to you means, if I had to pick one person in the world I would have made love to the first time, it would have been you,” said Jason. As he was speaking he began to very slowly to pump in and out of me again.

I started pushing back at him with my hips and we got into a really nice rhythm, slow and languid, as we locked in to each other’s eyes. I was beginning to get that old familiar feeling of climbing that mountain to my own orgasm. 

We were now picking up speed and I felt my skin begin to flush, I was pumping my hips rapidly off the ground and had moved my hands to Jason’s ass cheeks to push him another few millimeter in to my clutching pussy. Jason was starting to groan hard and I was answering him with little cries of pleasure.

“Ohh, Jason, You feel so good inside me, Uhhhh, Uhhhh, Babbeee your gonna make me cummmm……..” I cried out as he continued his hard pounding in to my soft center. 

Just as I was starting to get really close Jason stopped.

“Wait, I’m going to cum again, I have to stop,” he said in anguish.

“Ugh,” I grunted in frustration, “wait, let me get on top.”

Jason pulled out of me and we switched positions, he lay on his back and I climbed on top of him and lowered my pussy on to his ever-rigid cock. As I sank down on him I felt a rush of delight. 

With one hand resting on his chest, I started riding up and down Jason’s hard cock. Jason was by far one of the smaller lovers I had been with, but for some reason my cunt seemed to form perfectly to him and the way his pubic bone rubbed against my engorged clit sent me in to wild spasms of pleasure. The simple truth was, we just were really good together for some reason and I was at a loss to explain it, but not to enjoy it. 

Soon I was moving towards that orgasm that had eluded me before, and with Jason’s hands running over my tits and ass alternately I knew it wouldn’t be long.

I was screaming Jason’s name out as I began to piston my body up and down, and Jason was bucking his hips off the ground, grinding us together, as I began to see stars.

“Fuck me Katie, FUCK ME HARD,” Jason yelled out, as his middle finger slipped in and started playing with my asshole. 

I don’t know what porn magazine he had read to do that in, it took me by complete surprise and sent me around the bend, I froze like I had been shocked. My breath left my body and I tried gasping for air, then a rush of sensation over took me, and I was there. I had hit the wall of the Big O.

“AHHHH……JASON…..WHAT ARE YOU……WHA……I’M CUMMMMINNNGGGGG,” I screamed out as my body convulsed and slammed up on down on top of him. 

“I’M CUMMING TOO BABY,” Jason called back to me and released a torrent of his jism right up inside me for the second time today.

I kept riding him until I literally couldn’t anymore, and then I collapsed on top of him, a useless ball of sweaty flesh.

I almost felt like I lost consciousness as I lay on top of him, in fact I think I fell asleep for a moment, but I was awoken by Jason running his hands up and down my now clammy back. 

“If I lived until a 100, Katie,” Jason spoke in to my ear, “I know I’ll never be happier than I was right then, seeing you have that orgasm on top of me.”

“I don’t know what it is between us, Jason, but I’ve never cum that hard with anyone, not Kyle, not anyone.”

We started to kiss again, and this time it was not awkward at all, but a long soulful kiss. 

Neither of us wanted to leave, and we just lay there for the next hour, talking and whispering about our lives, our families, and what was up with the connection we had. 

Eventually the sun was starting to set and we both realized that we needed to get back, so we walked down the mountain, through town, to Jason’s house.

When we got to his house, Jason’s Dad and little brother were out in the yard having a catch. Jason introduced us, and his Dad said he remembered me from when I was a little girl. “ I had no idea that you two were still friends,” he said beaming at Jason. 

We chatted for a little while and then I said I had to go.

“Give me your cel phone,” I said to Jason, as I took it from him and put my number in his phone book. I hit the send button and let my cel ring, and then hung up. “Now I have yours as well…. When you need me just whistle.”

Jason’s dad made some comment about in his day you could never really be sure if a girl had given you her correct number, and how the brush off was getting harder and harder to pull off in the modern era. We all laughed.

“Could you two turn around for a second while I say good-bye to Jason?” I asked them.

They did, but I could tell they were sneaking peaks while I gave Jason a long, loving, kiss good night. Jason kissed me back, seemingly swelling with pride that he was kissing me in front of his family. 

As I walked away and down the street, I could hear the sound of excited celebration coming from the Goldman boys.

Just before I got home, I sent a text message to Jason:

“Thanks for the hot fuck - K”

When I got home I had some dinner and then hung out with my folks who had been out all evening at a cocktail party. We talked for awhile and watched the news and then my folks headed off for bed and I did the same. I brushed my teeth and climbed in to my white linen pajamas, and got in to bed. I had just turned out the lights when my cel rang – it was Jason.

“Hello,” I said pretending to be asleep.

“I’m sorry did I wake you?” He said in a voice that sounded very nervous.

“No, I’m just fucking with you, what’s up?”

“I couldn’t go to sleep with out talking to you one more time tonight.”

“You’re sweet,” I said, “ Hey, where are you it sounds like you’re outside?”

“I’m right across the street from your house.”

I went to the window and looked out, sure enough, I saw Jason across the street talking on his phone. 

“How did you know where I lived, you no good stalker?”

“I’ve only ridden by your house about a million times hoping you’d look out and see what a cool guy I am,” Jason said laughing.

“Yeah well, that was pretty cool….if you call being a geek cool,” I said.

“Haven’t you heard, it’s the coolest.”

“Meet me at that tall pine tree on the side of my house,” I said, “ I’m coming out.”

I put on a pair of slippers and, figuring it was warm enough, decided to go out in just my P.Js.

When I got out Jason was already there.

“What is the meaning of this young man? Have you been drinking?” I said with mock disdain. 

“You look like an angel,” Jason said staring at me as if for the first time.

“Well, that’s a pretty good answer,” I said giving Jason a kiss.

“You really are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in real life,” Jason said when we broke apart.

“Yeah, I know, you don’t have to tell me, I won an award for it last year.”

“I know, I voted for you, and I have to tell you, girls like you are not supposed to be out at night kissing unpopular, ugly, Jewish boys,” said Jason.

“You never told me you were unpopular,” I whispered in shock. 

Jason pushed me up against the tree and kissed me hard, I kissed him back. As we stood there he undid my pajama tops and slipped inside hugging my naked body to him. My nipples hardened as the rough cloth of his shirt rubbed against them. Jason unsatisfied with just my breasts exposed slipped his hand in to my bottoms and ran his fingers through my springy pubic hair. Damn, this boy was making me wet again.

“Hey, I got to go to sleep,” I said pushing him away with reluctance.

“I know, it’s just that I can’t get enough of you.”

I smiled at him. I really like this guy, he was smart and funny, and different then all the jocks I had hung out with all through high school. 

“Do you want to sleep with me tonight,” I whispered in his ear, “ and I mean sleep, no sex, we’ll set the alarm and you can sneak out a 6.”

“I’d love to sleep with you,” Jason said, he looked almost misty over the idea.

“Well, you don’t have to cry about, Nancy…..How did I hook up with such a sappy romantic?” I asked him. 

I led him inside, through the dark house, and up the stairs to my room, closing and locking the door behind us. 

“I can’t believe I’m in Katie Kelly’s room,” Jason said, looking around, “this is a dream come true.”

“You need bigger dreams boy – now come to bed.”

We both took off our clothes and climbed in to my big bed. I switched off the light and Jason wrapped his arms around me and we lay together and spooned. I could feel his cock rigid against the cheeks of my butt. 

“Wow, Jason you’re hard as a rock,” I said. 

“Mmmm, I know, it feels really good to be this close to you,” he replied.

“How are you going to sleep like that?”

“I’ll be fine, it’ll go down eventually,” he assured me. 

“That doesn’t sound right,” I said, “ I have an idea.”

I switched on the bedside light and pulled the covers off of Jason, he lay exposed, his hard on sticking straight up. 

“Now no noise,” I said, “ if my parents come in here and find you I’m ducking all responsibility – I’ll tell them I’m a victim of an international Jewish conspiracy, and they’ll believe me too.”

Jason laughed but soon stopped when I kissed his mouth. He returned my kiss and seemed content to just kiss me, but I had other plans. I moved down and started to kiss his throat, and then his chest. By the time I reached his stomach he had a good idea what was coming. 

“Katie, what are---”

“No talking,” I hissed up at him. 

I had taken his cock in my hand and was gently stroking it. The head was once again leaking pre-cum and I stuck my tongue out and lapped it off. Jason gave a sharp intake of his breath, as my head dipped again and this time took his cock in my mouth.

“Mmmm,” I moaned, as I tasted his cock for the first time. Because Jason was not too big he went in to my mouth easily and I was able to get his entire shaft in to my throat. 

As I continued to work his cock, my manicured fingers gently kneaded his ball sack. Jason ran his hands through my hair, as my head started bobbing up and down in earnest. Jason pulled his head off the pillow and looked down at me, and the two of us made eye contact as I swirled my tongue up and down his shaft and around the mushroom head and in to his piss hole. 

Jason, one day, will be a great lover, but for now he still had very little stamina, and before long he was gripping the sheets and thrashing on my bed.

“Katie, I’m going to cum in your mouth,” he softly cried out in a strained voice. 

I responded by taking his cock all the way down my throat and continuing to gently rub his balls. That was all it took, as Jason released his warm semen down my throat.

Because this was the third time he had come in the last few hours, he didn’t have all that much for me to swallow, but I took what he had and let it slide down my gullet in to my stomach.

I crawled up next to him and laid my head down on his chest. Jason kissed the top of my head and held me tightly. I smiled up at him.

“Are these the whitest teeth, you’ve ever cum across,” I asked innocently. 

Jason laughed, as I switched off the light. This time I spooned behind him and we fell asleep.

For some reason I awoke while it was still dark out. I glanced at my clock on the nightstand and noticed it was 4 AM, remembering Jason, I turned around only to find him sitting up in bed watching me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Watching you sleep,” he replied.

“Crazy stalker,” I said, dropping my head back down to my pillow.

“I love you, Katie,” he said simply. 

“You do?” I said smiling at him. 

“I really do.”

“I'm guessing you're not a fan of the meaningless summer fling,” I said kissing his chest.

“Is that what this is?” He asked sounding a little hurt.

“I don’t know what this is, that’s the honest truth, I know I don’t want a boyfriend right now…. On the other hand I like you a lot and want to be with you.”

We started to kiss, and our hands roamed up and down each other’s bodies. Like in most new relationships, neither of us needed much foreplay, and soon Jason climbed between my legs and entered me again. 

This time it started as a slow, leisurely fuck, but soon we started to build momentum and soon my knees were pinned up against my shoulders, as Jason practically screwed me in to the mattress. My little Jewish boy was really balling his waspy princess with a vengeance.

Not wanting to wake my parents, we kept our voices, but the bed was starting to creak something fierce – but I was far too gone to care.

In an amazing reversal of fortune I was the first one to come, which I did, burying my face in Jason’s chest to avoid calling out. I did, however, scratch his back up pretty good. It took me several minutes to recover, as I laid comfortably in Jason’s loving embrace.

“Look at you letting me cum first,” I said as I ran my fingers through Jason’s hair.

“I know when we finish, I’ll have to go home, so I don’t want this to end.”

We kissed for awhile more, and then I rolled over on my stomach and climbed up onto my knees, presenting myself to my lover. 

“I want you inside me like this,” I said huskily.

As the morning light filled my bedroom, Jason took me fast and hard from behind. The room was filled with muffled grunts and the sounds of his groin slapping against my ass flesh. Jason dug his fingers in to my hips as he powered his pistoning cock in and out of my exposed and willing pussy. I had another mini-orgasm when he finally released his seed for the last time that day in to my welcoming womb.

Afterwards we quietly got dressed and went down stairs together. We hugged for a long time and then he left. 

I went upstairs and sent him a text message – before crashing on my bed and sleeping the rest of the morning.

The message read : Maybe I do Love You? K