Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2000 15:58:16 -0800
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: 17th summer 24

My Seventeenth Summer, Part 24

So I told Madeleine about Tina, the cheerleader who I'd dated for awhile
during the previous school year (see Part 1). She liked this story too.
It's hard to go wrong with a cheerleader story; what is it about
cheerleaders, anyway? The uniforms, the dancing, the mystique? Well, never
mind; cheerleaders are OK with me, anyway.

Madeleine had a fire in her eyes when I finished telling her about sweet,
doe-eyed, brown-haired Tina. She pulled the strap-on from the drawer of her
bedside table and gave me a good, hard fucking that left me limp and sated.
She cradled me in her arms and spoke to me in low tones.

"I think you should go see Tina. I think you should invite her over for
dinner."

"But she dumped me," I answered. "She was afraid of being known as a dyke
around town. You know how this place is."

"Well, yeah, I don't exactly go around advertising it. But you shouldn't
let that stop you from having a good time." Madeleine stopped and thought
for a minute. "Let's see. She's in the closet, it's been months since she
broke up with you, and she's what, 16?"

"Yeah, she's a year behind me."

"God, I guarantee you she's sitting home right now horny as hell. All
those hormones running through her and no outlet. Poor thing." Madeleine's
eyes lit up with a combination of lust and mischief. "I bet she regrets
splitting up with you. I bet she thinks about you all the time. I bet she'd
spread for you in a second."

"I don't know..."

"No, you have to do this." Madeleine's voice went from playful to hard.
"You have to."

* * *

And so it was that, early Monday afternoon, I found myself walking up to
Tina's front door dressed in tight cutoffs and a tiny bikini top. The hot
sun was beating down and my breasts were covered with a fine sheen of
sweat; I watched them bob gently as I walked.

Madeleine had picked out the outfit from several I'd tried on the day
before. I'd thought it was too obvious, but Madeleine said "It doesn't
matter that it's obvious, because the moment she lays eyes on you she's
going to go weak in the knees. This girl probably jerks off five times a
day. She's going to think you dropped out of heaven just for her."

I was pretty sure Tina's dad would be at work; the only question was
whether she'd be home. Madeleine instructed me not to call ahead, though.
"That would be like asking permission; totally wrong approach. If she's
going to reject you, make her do it face to face."

I rang the bell and for a few seconds I thought no one was home. Then the
door opened, and there was Tina in a red one-piece bathing suit. She looked
even better than I remembered. Her eyes widened when she saw it was me and
she got a funny kind of sideways smile. "Morgan!"

"Hi, Tina. I just happened to be in the neighborhood."

"Really?" She looked me up and down, lingering for a moment on my tits.
Madeleine was right; Tina wanted me -- I could see it in her eyes.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" ("Be aggressive," Madeleine had told
me. "Don't hesitate. Don't doubt for a second that she wants you. If you
have any insecurities, don't show them; confidence is everything. People
sense it and respond to it, even unconsciously.")

"Um, yeah, sure. Come on in."

I checked Tina out in detail as she led me to the kitchen. She had matured
since I'd seen her last -- lost a little baby fat, developed some curves
she hadn't had before. Her arms and legs were slim and taut, indicating
that she'd been working out. Her face had narrowed a little and her hair
was a bit longer. She's been beautiful before, but she was stunning now.

She poured us some iced tea and we sat and talked. I won't bore you with
the details -- we just caught up on what we'd been doing the past few
months. Our conversation was really all about the subtext. There we were,
ex-lovers, in Tina's kitchen, the first place we'd ever kissed. Tina had to
deal with the fact that I was there and figure out how she was going to
respond to me. I watched her closely, looking for clues to what was going
on in her mind.I could tell that I was having an effect on her -- she kept
looking shyly away from me, and there was a little color in her face. There
was a part of me that felt guilty about the way I was flaunting myself in
front of her; but another part of me was still mad about her breaking up
with me and was enjoying making her uncomfortable.

And then, as our conversation continued, there was another telltale sign:
Her nipples started getting hard. I stifled the victorious smirk that
started to spread across my face and concentrated on staying cool. ("Cool
is always good," said Madeleine. "Not letting on what's going on inside you
helps you stay in control. That doesn't mean being deceptive, it means
toning it down, keeping things smooth on the surface.")

Tina mentioned that her father had recently gotten remarried. This was
interesting; he hadn't even been seeing anyone when Tina and I were
together.

"He met her at church, she's a teacher at the Christian school."

"You like her?"

"Well...I'm not sure. She's real religious and pretty strict about a lot
of things. Things were a lot easier when it was just dad and me." Tina made
a pouty face and she looked so adorable at that moment that I wanted to
attack her. But I held back. ("Wait for your moment," Madeleine had said.
"Knowing when to act is the hardest part. You have to pay close attention.
If you do that right, the rest is easy.") The time was close, very close,
but it had not arrived yet.

Then I had a brainstorm. I told Tina I needed some more ice and went to
the freezer. Opening the freezer door, I leaned in and spent as long as I
reasonably could putting ice in my glass. By the time I turned around
again, my nipples were jutting out like two little icicles. They were right
at Tina's eye level and I saw her vision lock on them. She tried to look
away, failed, then abruptly stood and headed for the doorway. "I have to
pee, Morgan," she said. "I'll be right back."

I knew exactly what to do next. I pulled my top off and laid it on the
kitchen table. Then I walked out of the kitchen and hid in the shadows near
the doorway. When Tina came back, I waited just long enough for her to
register that I was walking around topless somewhere; then I came up behind
her and wrapped my arms around her. She was warm and soft against me; I
knew she'd feel my nipples pressing into her bare back. Leaning in close, I
whispered "I missed you" and stuck my tongue in her ear. I felt a shiver
run through Tina's body and she let out an unmistakably feminine,
unmistakably happy little moan. That was all it took. I knew I had her.

I led Tina to her bedroom, where I laid her down and started kissing my
way down her body. (Madeleine had told me: "Always go down on her first.
That makes you the aggressor. And once you make her come, she's all yours.
The way women are built, our orgasms are comparatively hard to come by, so
when somebody gives us one, we bond to them immediately.")

I pulled her suit down over her breasts and spent a long time on them,
delighting in their familiar taste and feel. She was incredibly sensitive
and I instantly had her thrashing and bucking under me. Madeleine had been
right -- Tina had been doing without, and now I was releasing all the
desire she'd been holding back. She wrapped her legs tightly around me and
I felt the wetness between her legs.

I worked my way down her stomach very slowly and deliberately, enjoying
teasing her, feeling the tremors that went through Tina whenever I touched
her. I realized that I was very much in control of this situation. I mean,
I wanted her, but I wasn't desperate; I'd been having good sex and plenty
of it. Tina felt like she was ready to burst. I moved her bathing suit down
over her hips an inch at a time, planting a kiss on each new sliver of
flesh that was exposed. I rubbed my lips and nose in her light brown bush,
then pulled the suit down over her legs and tossed it aside.

I put my hands on Tina's knees and pushed her legs apart; her pussy was
wet, open, beckoning. A thrill of triumph ran through me;I smiled up at
Tina and licked my lips. She looked back with the primal hunger of a wild
animal. I softly and cruelly licked her inner thighs and all around her
cunt without actually touching it. "Oh, please, Morgan," she moaned,
opening her legs as wide as they would go for me. "Morgan, please."

Well, since she'd asked so nicely...