Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 20:57:40 -0700
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: 17th summer 14

My Seventeenth Summer, Part 14

I pressed my body hard against her from behind, reaching around to undo
the sash of her robe. It came as a fantastic relief to slide my hand over
her belly, into her panties, across her pubic hair, and down between her
legs. Julia gasped and pressed back against me, opening her legs a little
to admit me. Supporting her by throwing my other arm up under her breasts,
I teased out her clit and brushed a fingertip along it, feeling a shudder
pass through her and into me.

I held Julia tight, alternately pressing my fingers deep inside her and
stroking her clit until she had a long, reverberating orgasm. Strangely,
once she had come, I recovered my composure. I felt less drunk and more in
control, and remembering my pledge of resistance, I stepped away from her
once I was sure she'd regained her balance. The soup was beginning to burn,
so Julia attended to it as I returned to the table and sat back down.

Julia ladled the soup into bowls and brought me one. Suddenly realizing
that I was ravenously hungry, I took a giant mouthful, burning my tongue a
little bit. I took another spoonful and, as I blew on it, it I felt an
awkward silence in the room. To break it, I started asking Julia some
questions. I started with "Where do you go to school?"

"I'm home-schooled," she said. "My dad didn't believe in public schooling."

"What does your dad do?", I said, missing that she'd used the past tense.

"He's dead," said Julia, sadness in her eyes. "He's been dead almost two
years now. He was a businessman, though. He had this house built according
to his specifications."

"So this is your house?"

"This is all of our house. Kira, India, Athena, and me."

At that very moment, India appeared in the doorway. She was still wearing
the skimpy, light-blue teddy she'd had on when the lights went down, but
had put a blue-and-green checked flannel shirt on over it. She hadn't
bothered to button the shirt, though, and the two made a most intriguing
combination. India poured herself some soup and joined us at the table,
taking a chair to my left. The proximity of her beautiful body caused me to
lose some of the composure I'd just regained, and it took concentration to
continue spooning soup into my mouth.

"So how'd you like the show?" India said.

"Wow!" I answered. "I've never seen anything like it, that's for sure. Not
even close."

"What were your favorite outfits?"

"Well --" I stopped to think. I couldn't recall any details; it all ran
together in my mind. "They were all great."

"And who was your favorite model?" I was trying to think of how to answer
that when India laughed. "Just kidding. Anyway, wait till you see part two."

"There's more?"

"Absolutely! The best is yet to come." India paused to slurp a big
spoonful of soup, then cleaned the spoon with her tongue. "Are you done?"

I looked down at my bowl; it was empty. "I guess so."

"Then come with me. I have something I'd like you to try on."

India stood and I followed her out of the room, glancing back briefly at
Julia, who had started clearing the dishes with a somewhat dejected look on
her face. India led me through the dining room and what looked like a study
to different staircase, which climbed, took a sharp left turn, and
deposited us in a smallish room littered with rows of clothing on hangers.
"This is kind of our wardrobe," India told me as she started rifling
through the clothes, apparently searching for something. At last she pulled
out a two-piece made out of a strange, shimmery, silver-gray material. "I'd
love to see you in this. It's very go-go, don't you think?"

I nodded as India unzipped my dress and helped me shake it off. Seeing the
old-lady-type underthings that I'd put on that morning, India shook her
head. "You really do need our help, don't you?" She helpfully undid the
clasp on my bra, her fingertips brushing lightly over the flesh of my back.
Sitting, I took off my shoes and socks, then thankfully shed the big old
panties. I was naked then and India and I shared a quizzical look, I thinking -- hoping -- that she might take this moment to make a move on me. But she
just handed me the outfit, so I put on the bottom, then stood and slipped
the top over my shoulders. India kindly helped me hook it in the back, her
hands again lingering just a little longer than was necessary. I checked
myself in the corner mirror. India was right, it looked great on me,
emphasizing all my physical assets -- especially my tits, which were lifted
and separated, resembling twin disco balls.

India wolf-whistled. "You look fantastic!" she said. "Now the boots." From
a pile of shoes she produced a pair of nearly knee-high boots that were an
almost perfect match for the outfit. India helped me into them, then stood
back to size up the effect.

"Oh yeah. That rocks. Now you pick out something for me."

"How do I know what will fit you?"

"Try this rack over here." She indicated some things that were hanging
over my head. I pawed through them, considering several options until I
settled on a white bodysuit so lacy and sheer that it was nearly invisible.
It was an outfit that not many women could carry off, but I knew that it
would be tremendously flattering on India's lithe form.

India sat and kicked off her slippers. With slow, deliberate movements,
she eased the flannel shirt down over her shoulders, then pulled down the
shoulder straps of the teddy. I gulped as she pulled it down past her
breasts, which were dark-nippled and mouthful-sized. She wriggled to get
the teddy down over her hips, then it was off, and I saw all of her: brown,
smooth, mouth-watering. Her bush was small and surprisingly light-colored,
and it was there that my eyes were inexorably drawn. India picked up on
this and shifted a little, so that I was afforded a little glimpse of pink
contrasted against the cocoa of her thighs.

That was all it took. Stepping forward, I leaned down and pulled India's
lips to mine, driving my tongue fervently into her mouth. I felt her hand
reach around and cradle my ass. Urgently now, I kissed down her neck and
took each one of those creamy little tits into my mouth. I clamped her
nipples between my teeth and resumed moving downward, across smooth
stomach, through wiry hair, opening her legs to get at the gateway between
them.

I extended my tongue and ran it lightly along India's engorged labia. The
heady taste sent a cool, soothing rush through my fevered mind. Funny, it
had been all of -- what, 24 hours? -- since I last tasted a woman, but it
seemed like a lifetime. I put all my pent-up energy into pleasuring India,
giving her my most ferocious and skillful tongue, lip, and finger work.
When she came that only fueled my fury. I kept swirling around her clit and
made her come again, and again, until finally she slid down onto the floor
and collapsed in a moaning heap.