Carol's mother broke the news to us. From mid-July, to the end of August, the whole family was going to be at the cottage. I was devastated. My love was being taken away from me. I knew she'd be back at the end of summer, but I was petrified she'd meet some other guy, and forget all about me. The cottage was several hours away. I couldn't just have my dad run me over there whenever I wanted to visit. Carol thought I'd meet another girl while she was away, and that I'd forget about her. Bob didn't like it either. Although I spent a lot of my time with Carol, as we continued to develop our relationship, Bob and I were still buddies. We enjoyed working on our various projects, or just hanging out. Bob Sr. and Dolly Scott had three very unhappy teenagers on their hands. Make that four, because with Carol miserable, Riekie was too.
I don't know who's idea it was. All the other three claimed it was as much a surprise to them, as it was to me. Dolly Scott called my folks. She invited me to stay with them at the cottage for the whole summer. She never said a word to me, until she'd cleared it with my folks. All I needed was clothes, and my own spending money. Two of the pigs we'd sold in the spring were mine, and I made a bit working for the neighbours, so I was OK that way.
The first I heard of it was from my dad. He was driving me in to see the kids before they left in a couple days. They were having a little party that night to say goodbye to all their friends for the summer. For Carol, Bob, and me, it wasn't going to be a very happy party. The only reason I agreed to go was to see them one last time. Dad was taking me in early so I could help with the preparations.
"So, you're going away for the summer, eh?" I looked at him like he'd just grown a second head.
"Wha-a-a-a-t? Where'd you hear that? I'm not going anywhere that I know of. 'Sides, who would help get the grain in if I'm not here?"
He chuckled. "Your mother told me Dolly Scott called and invited you to the cottage with them for the summer. I thought you knew. Matter of fact, with you and Carol such an item, and Bob being your best buddy, we thought you guys had put her up to it. Your mother's washing up and packing your clothes for you now. And don't worry 'bout the grain. Tim said he'd lend a hand this year. I think we're going to have Ray combine it instead of threshing this year. Claire's old threshing machine is just about shot, and he can't get parts any more. You really didn't know, eh"
I was stunned. I was ecstatic.
"No, I didn't know, and I don't think the guys know either. Dad, you, more than most, know how close Carol and me are. I don't think she could keep a secret like that from me. We've been so miserable over being separated in the last few days, if she was suddenly happy, I'd clue in, doncha think? Hot damn! That's fantastic Dad!"
I rarely swore around Dad. Not that he'd get angry, but it just didn't seem right.
"You're absolutely right, Son. Now that I think about it. I hope I haven't spoiled somebody's surprise. Well, we're here. Try to act dumb for a while, just in case."
I gave Dad a hug, surprising him all to hell. I hadn't hugged him since I was 10. "Thanks Dad. You're the greatest."
I was so happy as I walked up the sidewalk to the Scott house, it was all I could do to keep from dancing a jig, whooping and hollering. I wanted to look like I was still down, so I wouldn't spoil somebody's surprise. I needn't have worried. Dolly had been watching for me. She met me at the door. She saw my face.
"You know?"
I just nodded.
"Ok. Stay behind me while we walk in. Try not to let the kids see your face for a few minutes."
We walked into the dining room. The kids, even the little guys, Iain and Sandy, were gathered at the table, making up the snacks for the party. The older kids were so glum, they never even looked up. Their poor spirits even affected the normally bubbly youngsters, who were unusually quiet. I stopped behind Carol's chair. I put my hands on her shoulders. They were shaking! She was quietly weeping! I felt my heart breaking for her. She just reached one hand up and held mine. It was like a wake in there.
Dolly spoke. "My what a happy bunch! Is it so bad to go on holiday all summer? What can we do to cheer up all these rainy day faces?"
She was dragging it out. Only I knew, and her attempt at suspense was killing me.
"Well, maybe Dave can cheer you up. He has some news that you might like."
All except Carol turned to look at me. She was still weeping, head down, her hand absently stroking mine. I squeezed her shoulders in comfort. Bob and Riekie saw the smile on my face, where only yesterday, I was as gloomy as them. I definitely had their interest and attention.
Bob spoke first. "Well c'mon, man open up. Did your family win the Wintario or something?"
I wanted to keep him guessing a bit, but Carol's sobs told me not to be so cruel.
"No, better than that, even... I'm going with you to the cottage."
Stunned silence.
A squeal.
Carol bounded out of her chair, knocking it back into me. I staggered back, and the chair clattered to the floor. The snack tray she'd been working on was scattered all over the table and floor. The next thing I know, I'm being tackled by a laughing, squealing bundle of female curves and softness. Carol threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. I returned her ferocious hug.
Then she astounded us all. Carol threw her arms around my neck, and pulled my face into hers. Our lips met, and she sucked my soul right out through my mouth. That was the most exciting kiss I'd ever had. She Frenched me with a mind-blowing kiss, right there in front of her mother! That kiss seemed to last forever. We sucked and probed like never before. We moaned. We groaned. We heard a thump. Riekie fainted — again. When we broke, panting, from the kiss, Carol nuzzled up to my ear.
"I love you." She whispered.
I just squeezed her tighter in acknowledgment. I didn't have the words. I was too choked with emotion.
As we separated, I was glad she was in front of me. I didn't want her mother to see the boner poking out the front of my pants. Carol must have sensed my discomfort. She turned around, and stood in front of me, covering my erection from immediate view. I placed my hands on her shoulders again. Given my state of arousal, that was the safest place for them. Dolly looked a little shocked at the tableau we had just presented, but she didn't say anything. The joy in the room was too great to be scolding us just then for such an intense public display of affection. I figured we'd probably hear about it later, though. We never did. I learned to love Dolly Scott that day as a mother. The little boys just acted bored, but they had responded to the happiness, and were chattering away excitedly.
When she fainted, Bob had gone to Riekie's side. He was helping her back to her feet. Her face was flushed, just as Carol's was, when we broke from that intense kiss, which I found strange. Any other person I've seen faint always had a ghastly pallor. She looked at us. She shook her head sadly.
"You guys! You guys are just too hot! Too hot! You should give a person warning before you do something like that."
She grinned. Hot! That was it! I thought I knew why Riekie was flushed when she should have been pale...
Pandemonium! Now it was a rush to get ready for the party. Everyone pitched in, cleaning up the mess of snacks off the floor, and table. We got all the snack trays made up. Dolly brought out a huge picnic cooler. Bob and I brought in several cases of pop. We filled the cooler with pop and ice. There would be lots of food and drink for our guests that night, and now we had a real reason to party. We all went to change into out party clothes. I had brought a change with me for the purpose. I don't remember what everyone else wore exactly. I had eyes only for Carol. Her sweater was a soft wool-like material, blue to set off hers eyes. She wore a simple wrap around kilt-type skirt, the kind with the big pin at the split. It was modest in length, but when she sat, or moved a certain way, it opened at the wrap joint, and revealed an interesting amount of bare, shapely leg.
It wasn't long before the guests started to arrive. They'd only invited about a dozen people. My Sister, Val was there. Dad dropped her off. He told her she could stay as long as I did. My cousins, Don and Cathy arrived. Dave from next door popped in. The Bull kids from the other side came. Riekie and Carol's friend Joanne was there. She was going to spend the night to have more time with the girls. They wanted her to come with us. She was welcome, but she had to go to summer school — the price of too many parties and no studying during the regular school year. There were a couple seniors from Rieike's class. I recognized them, but didn't know them. It was a good party. Every body laughed and joked. The Scotts had a fantastic stereo, which included that tape recorder I had borrowed. We played our music and danced.
The party started breaking up early. Dolly came in about 9, and announced she was going to bed early. She'd had a long day. Dolly hadn't intentionally broken it up, but some of the kids thought that was their cue to leave. By 9:30, all that was left was the four of us, Joanne, and my sister. Val wasn't used to being up past 9 most nights, and started nodding off in her chair. She was younger than everyone else except my cousin Cathy. The two of them had kept us laughing with their crazy dancing on the fast tunes. For the first part of the evening, that's all we played.
Bob had made up a tape of all the Beach Boys slow tunes and a few from the Righteous Brothers. Bob was the only other guy there. He danced a bit with Val until she got too tired and curled up in a chair. He danced with Joanne and Riekie, each taking turns. I danced with Carol. We only had eyes for each other. Bob put on the tape of slow songs, turned the volume down, so the rest of them could talk quietly. Carol and I had our arms about each other. I had her by the waist. Hers were around my neck. I'd worn looser fitting pants that night. I hated those tight fitting jeans that were in fashion. I couldn't get comfortable in them. After my realization that Carol was not offended by me popping a hardon, I decided in favour of comfort.
Now, as we swayed to the music, our feet hardly moving, I was sporting a major boner. Carol's hips were pressed in tightly to mine. I knew she could feel it throbbing against her. In fact her mons was pressed up tight against it. As we moved to the music, I swore I could feel her hips pumping gently on me. She relaxed her grip on my neck a little, and leaned back into my arms. Her hips were still pressed tight to mine. In this new position, we were able to gaze longingly into each others eyes. I was delirious with happiness and love for this delectable creature in my arms. She tightened her grip on my neck again, pulling her face closer. She nuzzled up along my neck, giving me small, nibbling kisses. I was doing the same for her. Her mouth brushed against my ear. She very deliberately ground her mons into my boner. She whispered in my ear.
"Do I make you like that?"
"Mmm-hmmm"
"Why?"
"It means I'm attracted to you. It means I love you." and lord knows why I said the next. "It means I want to make babies with you."
Despite our professed love, and that day on the lawn, I think I'd finally realized how much I truly did love this child-woman — enough to seriously consider children. It was a sobering but also exhilarating realization. My girl! She stiffened.
"You want to make babies with me? But we're too young to be having babies yet?"
"I said it means I want to, not that we're going to right away."
She relaxed and snuggled closer, very deliberately grinding her sweet young pussy into my boner. Her hips were definitely starting to pump against it.
After a short pause, she spoke dreamily in my ear again.
"Making babies... I think I'd like that too... With you... When the time is right."
My heart swelled to bursting, so did my erection.
"Kiss me"
I obliged. Our lips met. The kiss started out slow and sensuous, building in intensity. All the while, her hips were grinding into mine She was humping herself on me. The kiss built and built in ardor. We were lost in our own world. We were aware of only the gentle rhythm of 'In My Room', and each other. Carol's kissing became more demanding. Her tongue was all over mine. She probed my mouth relentlessly. She swabbed out all my saliva. I tried to get my tongue in her mouth, but she was demanding, relentless. I thought the top of my head was going to blow right off. She was moaning into my mouth. Her hips were grinding against me. Just as the song ended, she stiffened, gasped and let out a sharp little whine. Her hips spasmed once — hard -- against me. I'd never seen or felt a woman orgasm before, but I knew instantly, that that is exactly what happened to Carol. She came, and she came hard.
Carol was just coming down off her high. Her hips were still pumping gently. We broke from the kiss, and just nuzzled each others neck. I whispered in her ear.
"Oh God, Carol Anne Scott. I love you so much!"
She pulled me even tighter, and whispered back.
" and I love you, Mister Lloyd".
We drew our heads back, looked longingly and long. We kissed again. I heard Bob say.
"Oh no! Not Again!"
We broke out of our kiss, but stayed locked in embrace still swaying to the music. We looked over to where Bob and Riekie had been sitting on the couch. Riekie had collapsed. But she hadn't quite fainted, or she was recovering. I wasn't sure... There was that same flush to her face, only deeper now, and it extended all the way from her face downward, disappearing inside the bodice of her modest sweater. She was panting hard, and moaning over and over.
"Hot! Too, too hot! Need a warning!"
We looked across the room. Joanne was sitting bolt upright in her chair, a look of shock and lust on her pretty face. She had a similar flush from her face extending downward to her ample bosom. Her sweater was less conservative than Riekie's. It revealed quite a bit of cleavage. The flush extended right down into the valley between her lovely breasts. Her breathing was ragged, making her full breasts rise and fall dramatically. I saw Bob eyeing her up. She gasped.
"Riekie told me, but I wouldn't believe it. Hot! Too, too, hot!"
My sister was awake. She, too, was sitting bolt upright in her chair. Her expression was harder to read, but I noticed that she was breathing hard, too. Her expression was more one of admiration. Riekie slowly regained her composure. When she could speak, she turned to Joanne.
"See! I told you! Hot! Too, too, god damn hot!"
I was shocked! That was the strongest language I'd ever heard soft spoken beautiful Riekie utter.
Carol nuzzled back into my neck and giggled. She whispered in my ear.
"That was fantastic! I never came like that before. My panties are soaked! Good thing I'm wearing a skirt."
And she giggled again. I was stunned by her sudden frankness. The visions conjured up by her comments just about drove me over the edge. It was only with an extreme effort of will, that I didn't blow my load in my pants right then and there. I just squeezed her tighter, and those hips still kept churning against me. I thought she was deliberately teasing me.
"Stop teasing me."
"What do you mean? What am I doing to tease you?"
"Your hips. You're moving them against me. It's driving me nuts. If you don't stop, we'll be making babies right here on your living room carpet in front of our friends!"
She blushed prettily, and giggled again, but her hips kept moving.
"Oh. Sorry. It just feels so good, I don't want to stop. I'm not trying to tease you."
I believed her but it still had to stop. I thought maybe she was going to try to get herself off again. I decided it was time to go home, before we got in over our heads.
"Val, call Dad to pick us up".
While my sister called Dad, I felt it was safe to let Carol continue for a few more minutes. We snuggled some more, and play-kissed. We were just so happy to be together. I let her continue to rub and hump against me. I knew we didn't have enough time to get totally out of control. Soon, we heard Dad pull up outside. Val waited for me to say good night to Carol. Our last kiss of the night took a lifetime, so she had quite a long wait. When we started that long kiss good night, I heard two more moans besides ours in the room. I thought we'd given them lots of warning, but I guess not. Carol and I kissed long and hard. Her hips were still churning. Then she bucked and came again! I couldn't believe it! I looked over at the other two girls. They were both passed out! And Bob was just sitting there with a shit-eating grin. Carol giggled quietly.
Finally, Carol and I untangled ourselves, and she walked me to the door. She apologized to Val for making her wait. Val hadn't seen the last episode. She was in the porch waiting. Or so I thought. Carol held up her face for a last quick, kiss. I brushed her lips with mine.
"Love you. See you tomorrow."
"Love you, too. Sleep tight."
And we left.
Val didn't say anything as we walked out to the car. When we got in, she surprised me by snuggling up to me.
"You two are so in love. I watched you. You must really be in love for her to come twice without you touching her secret places."
Dad choked, snorted and sputtered. I thought he was going to choke to death! Finally he got himself steadied down enough to drive. He shot me a strange look, and a lop-sided grin.
"Blue balls, eh?"
I don't know what set him off the most: Val knowing about coming, or the quick snapshot she gave him of Carol and me. I didn't care. All I wanted to do was get home so I could relieve the awful pressure in my balls. I thought I might be damaged, they hurt so much.
When we got home, I rushed to my room. I didn't notice Dad pull Val into the kitchen for a chat. I was in agony! Something had to give! I dropped my pants, pulled my cock out of my jockeys, and started to stroke. I don't think I got more than half a dozen good strokes before I launched. I squirted and squirted and squirted. Then I squirted some more. I swear some of it was launched a good six feet across the room. My eyes went out of focus. My legs turned to jelly. I collapsed back onto my bed. I was panting like I'd run a marathon. I don't remember any particular sexual satisfaction from that stoking. All I remember is the intense relief of pressure. I was hardly able to stand, but I knew I had to clean up my mess. It was all over me. It was all over the floor. My folks knew I masturbated. They said everyone does it. I didn't have any particular reason to clean up except basic cleanliness. I wasn't hiding anything. Dad knew damn well why I rushed straight up stairs when we got home. After I cleaned up, I stripped down to my jockeys, climbed into the sheets and was out for the count. I vaguely remember dreams of a vision in white and something warm rubbing against my cock.