I quickly went to the bathroom, dropped my shorts and took off my jockeys. I replaced my shorts only, and got a towel. When I came out, Carol was still sitting with her legs spread wantonly, pants wide open revealing that wonderful bush, her shirt fully undone, her lovely young breasts glorious and proud in their nakedness. She looked calmer.
"You still haven't said what about you." She was actually eyeing my boner hungrily.
"Did you have something particular in mind?"
"Uh, No." Shyly. "I want to help you David but I don't know how. Will you show me?"
"OK. First, let me get comfy." I sat on the couch and put my arm around her. "Now, just like what we did for you, you have to expose me. I could have just dropped my shorts before sitting down, but it's nicer if you do it. Now, getting a guy off in some ways is simpler and easier than a girl, but it's still fun." Her hand was already resting gently on my rod, stoking gently through the material.
She looked at me nervously. "What's the towel for?"
"To catch the mess."
"Oh. OK, where do I start?"
"Undo my shorts and push them down a bit. You can be as fast or as teasingly slow as you want."
The look on her face was eager, so I figured she wouldn't waste any time. I was right. She almost literally attacked the fastening of my shorts. She got the tab and button undone easily. The zip stuck a bit., but she soon had it down. I saw her lick her lips. Her eyes were completely focused on my crotch, pants now loose at the front. Mine weren't quite as loose fitting as hers, but loose enough that when they were undone, the contents could be removed fairly easily. She started pushing down on the waistband. I helped her a bit. Soon my shorts were almost off my hips. My pubic hair was exposed, but my cock was bent down into the material. You could see the base only.
"Now what?"
"Put your hand in my shorts and pull it out. Be careful of the zipper. It can hurt."
With a huge grin, she slid her hand under the material of my shorts. Soon, she touched me. I jumped. She looked scared.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. Just like you, I'm the only one who's ever touched it before now. Your hand felt so nice, I just jumped at the sensation. Don't be afraid. I'll tell you if you do something wrong."
I hoped I could hang on until she got it all the way out. That touch almost set me off. Her hand touched me again. Her touch was like magic to the fevered skin of my penis. I felt her run her hand the full length. She wrapped her fingers around it. She got braver, and started working it out of the material. I wiggled around, helping her. Finally, she got it out. Still holding me, she bent right over for a close look. I could fell her breathe on me.
"Oh! Finally! I get to meet you! You're a very pretty boy!" And damned if she didn't bend down and kiss it! Her first cock, and she puts her mouth on it! Without being told, she was also gently stroking it. She kissed it again. I saw and FELT her lick off a drop of pre-cum. You could see her tasting it.
"I taste good, but you taste even better." She looked at me strangely, absently stroking. "I've heard about 'cock sucking', but they all make it sound so dirty. Is it?"
"What do you think? You already started."
"You mean it's like kissing him?"
"I thought we'd do a simple stroke job. I wasn't going to take you that far today, but if you're game, go for it."
"Tell me what to do."
I knew I fell in love with the right one. "OK. You start by kissing all around the tip and the knob. Its proper name is 'glans'. As you work into it, you take more and more into your mouth. Try not to gag yourself by taking it too deep. I don't have any direct experience, so this really is book stuff. You just keep kissing, licking, stroking, and sucking like a lollypop until it comes. You'll know instinctively, they say, what is the right speed and pressure of the stroke, both with your hands and your mouth, by sensing how far along I am. I understand that many women will suck it off, but won't take the result in their mouth. I'll warn you, when it starts to happen, so you can let go and get out of the way. That's why I have the towel. You might want to get on your knees between my legs like I did for you."
"OK."
The little vixen didn't scoot down like I did. She pulled some kind of female-only maneuver. Basically she stood and rolled at the same time from a sitting position, taking her hand off me only long enough not to twist her wrist. The benefit to me of this move: when she stood up, her shorts fell completely down, and I was treated to a view of her full wonderful nakedness. She was totally unconcerned.
There she was on here knees, legs spread, facing me. It was a sight to die for. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes and smiled. That smile was pure lust. She wrapped both hands around my shaft, and bent to kiss it. She spoke to my cock.
"OK, Pretty Thing, ready for a treat?" and promptly licked off a big glob of pre-cum.
"Mmm-mmmm! Good."
I was lost. She was a natural. She kissed. She licked. She sucked. She stroked. She licked from the base to the tip, and then down the other side to the base. She licked back up again, and worked her pointy little tongue into the slit. She drove me wild. My hips started to move. I knew I wouldn't last long. She seemed to sense that I was coming quickly. She quickly engulfed the whole head, and was soon bobbing her head up and down, stroking with her hand. With a start, I realized her other hand had dropped down to her pussy. She frigged herself while she sucked me. That was just too much! My hips started to buck more wildly. I felt it rising up through my balls, about to spew.
"Carol... Anne... I'm... gonna... come!"
Her action got faster and faster. I noticed through barely open eyes, her fingers working busily on her cunt. Her hips were bucking and jerking almost in time with mine. She worked us both. She was quickly becoming expert, knowing when to slow down and speed up, so she got us in sync. At last, I could take no more.
"Carol Anne... I'm... cummmmm... ing!!"
She didn't back off. She shoved it even farther into her mouth. Her fingers flew in her pussy. My hips jerked. I felt it exploding up through my balls. I shot. I squirted, stream after stream after stream. Her hips bucked, and she came on her fingers. She lifted her head off for the first squirt. It shot up about 3 feet, I came so hard. A thick, white, sticky rope of sperm. Most of it landed back on my thighs. She watched it intently.
She very quickly plopped it back in her mouth and took all the rest. I saw her throat muscles working to swallow it all. She couldn't take it all fast enough, some dribbled out the corners of her mouth. It ran down, and dripped onto her breasts. I've never seen anything so erotic. She stayed with me, sucking up every last drop. As my sated cock started to deflate, she took it out of her mouth and licked it clean.
She whispered to it "Good night, Sweet Prince, pleasant dreams."
Then she proceeded to lick up every spilt drop from the first shot, cleaning my thighs. We didn't need the towel after all. She grinned up at me, opened her mouth, let me see the last little bit, and then she swallowed it. She noticed the dribble on her breasts. She put her finger in it. She tested the texture, and using both hands, rubbed it into her skin. I was toast. She climbed back up on the couch beside me, kicking her shorts all the way off! She cuddled her nude body into mine. Her skin on mine felt so warm and wonderful.
"Why'd you change your mind?"
"What d'ya mean?"
"Well, you let the first bit go, then you went back and drank it. How so?"
"I wanted to see it shoot, but I didn't want to waste any, either."
By this time, my arm was snuggled around her waist.
"That was wonderful! We finally got to come together, where we could see each other, not with a door between! And although it wasn't 'fucking' I got your sperm inside me where it belongs, not making a sticky mess on a bathroom floor! We won't get many more chances this summer, so I guess it'll be back to the middle of the night again." I was stunned. She openly admitted to following me to the can so she could jerk off with me. I fell deeper in love.
"We better get cleaned up and dressed. The boys will be up soon."
She reached and took my now flaccid penis in her hand. "Will he be up soon, too?" She grinned.
"Soon enough to be a problem if you don't leave him alone. Go get yourself cleaned up. You're a mess — a beautiful, edible mess, but still a mess."
She stuck her tongue out, picked her shorts up and strolled seductively to the bathroom. I heard the water running and sounds of washing. She was humming "My Girl". I swear she could read my mind.
She came out a few minutes later, totally naked, looking fresh as a daisy. I was on my feet. She rushed up to me, and threw her arms around my neck. "Kiss me".
Our lips met. I'd expected to taste me on her, but she must've brushed her teeth. She could definitely still taste herself on me. As we kissed, those hot young titties burned into my bare chest, and that furry little mound ground into my cock. It hardened instantly, and was poking her where it shouldn't be. She trapped it between her thighs, and bucked a bit. Her lips were wet and slick. It felt too good to be true.
"Oh! I like that! And he's awake again. Goodie!"
"Young Miss! Stop that at once! Now get yer beautiful butt upstairs and get dressed. We don't have anymore time!"
She faked a pout, released me from between her legs, and ran away upstairs giggling. I got into the bathroom, washed up, had a pee, and brushed my teeth. I retrieved my jockeys, and headed upstairs, stopping to pick my shorts off the floor. I quickly put on fresh clothes, and checked on the boys, They were showing signs of stirring, but it wasn't quite time yet, so I left them alone. Carol came out of her room then, fully dressed (and a bra). She snuggled up. I slipped my arm around her.
"We better go downstairs."
As soon as we walked in the room, we smelled it. The place smelled like a bordello.
"Is that us I smell? Makes me horny, but I bet it's a giveaway."
"Yup. Everything makes you horny, Carol Anne. That's why I love you so much." She stuck her tongue out at me. "I think we better find some air freshener."
We found some air freshener and sprayed the room thoroughly. Fortunately, a good breeze came up, and fresh air moved into the room. The smell of sex was almost gone. Another hour and it'd be history.
We went out and sat on the step. Carol was quiet for a minute. Then she spoke. "Why didn't you try to f-fuck me today?"
"Are you complaining? Did you really want me to 'fuck' you today?"
"No, I'm not complaining. I wanted us to have fun with each other, and we did. It's just that there were a couple times where you could have done anything you wanted, and I would have let you, but you didn't. Why?"
"Carol Anne, I told you before. I don't want just a quick fuck, especially for your first time. I want it to be special. It'll be my first, too, and I don't want to rush it because somebody might catch us. There is a time and place for everything. You teased the living daylights out of me today, but you felt safe teasing me because you trust me. If I had taken advantage of you in a vulnerable moment, would I not be breaking that trust? I love you too much to do that to you.
"This was not the time. It could be the place, under the right circumstances, but not today. I'm sure spur of the moment fucking is great in any relationship, but for us, that one time where we just acted and didn't think could get us pregnant 'way before we want or are ready for. Only YOU will know the right time. We don't have access to condoms. You're not on the Pill, so our only protection is YOU knowing when you're safe. And you MUST be safe. When you feel you really want make love, as opposed to 'fucking', you'll let me know. I admit, I was sorely tempted today, especially when you got completely nude and held me there, but what you did was play, and if I'd done anything then, I would have broken trust."
"You're really serious, aren't you?"
"When I'm dealing with the trust, love, and future of the woman I love, I am extremely serious. I don't want to jeopardize that over some heat of the moment thing."
"When I'm ready to take the big step, I'll let you know. At times today, I thought I was, but my plan for today was just to have the fun we did. My main thought was to give you some pleasure and relief after what you did for me."
"Oh? You had a plan? I thought there was something a little fishy about how easily I got my greasy paws on your succulent body today."
She giggled. "When I found out everyone had to leave today, I wanted a way for us to be alone. Riekie came up with the idea of the boys staying to have a nap, and pitched it to Mom."
"Riekie knew we were going to get up to hanky panky today?"
"Yes, and thanks to her, we had the time and the privacy we needed." My estimation of Riekie as friend went even higher.
"Are you going to tell her what we did?"
"Only if it's OK with you. After all, it IS a very private thing between us. I don't think she'll ask right out, but she'll hint around."
"I don't mind. You tell Riekie whatever you're comfortable with, but make sure SHE knows I know. I don't want any of us being embarrassed by little slips. This may be good for Riekie. Telling her is going to lead her to ask other, how shall I say, 'technical' questions. Sharing the knowledge of our intimacy may help her ask either, or both of us, helping her get herself sorted out."
Carol was hugging me like there was no tomorrow. I looked a little closer. She had a glow and radiance about her that spoke of a very satisfied female. "David, I can't even begin to tell you how much I love you."
My heart melted one more time. "... And you have no idea what it does to me when you say that. I love you, too."
I heard a noise inside, breaking the spell. "I think the boys are waking up." We went into the boys' room, got them up, washed up, and a snack. They were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. We changed into our swim suits and took the boys down to the beach. For the rest of that afternoon, we were our own little family playing on the beach. It was wonderful.