Flash/Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

I did up a stack of fried egg sandwiches with bacon and took them with me for my morning stroll through the common. There was more than enough for Lacey, who should be along any time now. The air had an ethereal quality about it and the sunlight seemed soft and diffused with a slight, cool and gentle breeze. My world was at peace and time slowed while I reclined against my rock and relaxed. All the while, I reflected on the last few days and the tempest I had been drawn into.

Before I knew it, Lacey popped in and threw herself on top of me, knocking my breath away. Her moist lips sought mine for a fervent kiss and the sweet smell of her hair and sweat tended to remind me of how much I missed her during our short time apart. She had already carved out a hollow inside my chest that remained empty until she was with me to fill it.

Then, I squeezed her and said, “You feel so good this morning. I’ve made sandwiches for breakfast,” and then she tore through the bag, pulled one out and handed it to me, and then had another for herself.

She took a bite and exclaimed, “These are really good. I’ve never had one before. Do you have any tomato ketchup?”

“No, I didn’t think to bring it along with me, but next time I will. My mum used to make them for me and she used mustard, which I wasn’t fond of.”

“Yuck, I hate mustard,” she reviled at me.

“I promise, I’ll never serve you anything with mustard. Would you like to do something special today, girlfriend?”

She gave me this rabbit eyed look that asked, “What did you just call me?”

“I heard you tell that to your sister last evening. I kind of like the idea, girlfriend.”

Then she dropped her sandwich and threw herself on top of me asking, “Do you really mean it? You’re not winding me up are you?”

I kissed her nose and reassured her, “Yes, I really mean it. I believe you like the idea, don’t you?”

She gave me a very deep, appreciative kiss and with moist eyes, confessed, “I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”

“That makes me special because I’m your first.”

“Here,” she said as she handed the camera over, “I made this specially for you, and Julie added something that you will like.”

“Now, whatever possessed you and your sister to make a film for me? I can’t wait to see it.”

“It’s a surprise and you have to watch it when I’m not around.”

“Fair enough. Want to do something special today? We can skip the park and go into town or pack a lunch and go into the country. I would like to spend some special time with my new girlfriend.”

“Do you know a place where we can swim? I don’t want to go to the Leisure Centre with a bunch of people around. It’s cause I don’t have a cossie.”

“I know of a place not far from here that has a quiet pond. It’s pretty secret and we don’t need cossies.”

“We can swim nudie? I’ve never done that before, I just wear my knickers… but now that my titties are starting to grow, I need a vest or something.”

“You can wear your knickers if you like, but I would rather go nudie, girlfriend. Plus, I want to see that sexy body of yours.”

“But, you said my sister was sexy?”

“It was a mistake on my part. She’s not nearly as sexy as you are.”

“She made you a sexy film… oops,” she slapped her hand over her mouth, “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“I promise you I will be surprised. Why would she make a sexy film for me?”

“She thinks you’re hot and I told her some of the things we did.”

“Sincerely, I hope she doesn’t tell anyone else. She can keep a secret, can’t she?”

“She can keep a secret but she wants to see your dick. You’ll show it to her, won’t you?”

“Only with your permission, girlfriend. I wouldn’t cheat on you.”

“That’s good ‘cause I won’t let you. Let’s move before it gets boiling out.”

The pond I had in mind really was a secret. It’s on my uncle’s old estate and far away from unwanted visitors. I used to go swimming there with my cousins when I was a wee lad and none of us had swimming costumes. They probably hadn’t been invented yet. It was on a small, grassy meadow surrounded by a copse of trees with only an obscure, unused path that lead to it.

For our picnic, I packed a basket, blankets, flannels and drinks and we stocked up on food in town before we headed out. I was sure to bring my camera kit in case we wanted to take some ‘nature’ photos, if you know what I mean. We arrived around noon, which was good because the pond was brassing until it warmed up, and parked on the side of the rutted, one lane country road. Luckily, I remembered the rock landmark that pointed to the trail entrance. Then, loaded up, we hiked the quarter mile or so to the meadow clearing, which was exactly as I remembered it.

Lacey dropped her packs, crossed her hands over her chest and exclaimed, “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”

“During the summer school holiday when I was young, I practically lived here. I was in the water so much, I grew webbed fingers and toes like a frog.”

“You’re kidding, really?”

“I’m kidding about the webbed fingers and toes but not about being in the water.”

We found a nice flat spot near the pond, spread our blankets under the shade, and set up camp. All we needed now was a tent and a campfire. My cousins and me used to camp here quite often and swam from noon until night, or until we ran out of food. Then we would travel back to my uncles house to restock.

“Wanna get naked?” I asked my girl.

She was still a bit dazed by the new surroundings. Frankly, I didn’t believe she had ever been in the country before and this was all new to her. Then, she nodded her head and we raced to see who could strip down first. Unfortunately, but maybe fortunately, she beat me. That afforded me my first view of her body and it was amazing. By the time I got my pants off, my boner was more than halfway along. When she saw it, she came over to me and ran her hands over it, which brought the old boy up to full speed.

“He is so handsome when he’s like this,” she complimented me while she continued to gently stroke me.

“You had better stop that before I throw you down on the blanket and ravish that beautiful body of yours.”

“What’s ‘ravish’?” She asked.

“I’ll have to sex you, you know, play fathers and mothers for real.”

“Isn’t that what boyfriends and girlfriends are supposed to do?”

That was my first confrontation with her acute feminine logic. Now, I needed to explain the facts to her.

“Well, yes, when the girl is older. But not at your tender age.”

“What’s wrong with my age? Julie does it all of the time and she’s only a year older than me.”

“She does?” I asked myself, “However enticing the thought was, I would never hurt the girl,” and then answered her, “Love, you’re too little. Your sister is bigger than you are.”

“Huh,” she exhaled in a puff of breath, “You have something to learn.”

She was adamant, but I wasn’t convinced because, besides a bit of naughtiness, I believe she was way too naive. Meanwhile, I wouldn’t rush things, especially something that might injure her.

Then, I decided to change the subject and suggested, “Let’s see if the water is warm enough yet?”

We both dipped our toes in and decided it was still a bit brisk, but waded out a little ways and agreed that it was tolerable. If we got too chilled, we would have to warm up in the sun before our next attempt. However, it was cold enough that my doodle quickly became a shriveled wet noodle and needed warmer surroundings in order to revive.

I felt twenty years younger, splashing around in the water and tossing her in. She even used me for a diving platform and would climb my back before she jumped off of my shoulders. After thirty minutes, we were ready for lunch, so, we took a break and dove into the picnic basket.

Between bites of her pastie, she informed me, “You should know that I have done it before.”

“What’s that, love?” I dumbly asked.

“You know, did it with a boy.”

“Yeah, and who might that be?” I inquired with a bit of mirth in my voice.

“Eddy, that’s Julie’s old boyfriend, he’s fourteen.”

“Fourteen year old boys are usually much smaller than I am.”

“Well, humph,” she exhaled, “He was a tad smaller.”

“He was small enough that it didn’t do any damage except maybe to your cherry.”

“Julie said he busted it and didn’t hurt as much the next time. Then, it felt really good until he squirted right away.”

“He may have very well busted it, but you will have to stretch a lot more for me. It will probably hurt and it might bleed.”

“But, what if I don’t mind? We can try, can’t we? If it hurts too much I believe you will stop.”

“Of course, I will stop. It would kill me if I hurt you.”

“It should only hurt once, right?”

“Every girl is different in that respect. Let’s not rush into things.”

That’s when the topic changed. She crawled into my lap, and then pushed me on my back before she plastered her lips against mine. Let me tell you, she was hot and her naked little body rubbing against mine, did things to me. Not only was my breath short but an iron bar sprung up a bit lower down. We snogged for about fifteen minutes before I decided that I wanted pussy for my pudding and I believed she was ready to be eaten.

“Have you ever been licked, you know, on your pussy?” I asked.

She gave me a smirk and rolled her eyes as if to say, “What a dumb question,” but succinctly answered, “Course.”

“I have a mind to give you a lick, girlfriend.”

“Yummy,” she said as she fell on her back and lifted her knees.

The amount of glistening pink that was exposed when I parted her knees was blinding. I’ve seen my share of pussies and hers was by far the most perfect. Her tiny little stiff clit at the top pushed up a thin sail of skin from the delicate petals of her lips. Further below was a syrup slicked little mouth surrounded by the lighter ring of what appeared to be a thin hymen. That opened into a deep little well that I could peer so far inside I could see the glistening red walls with the grayish white bulb of her cervix at the end. She still looked impossibly tiny and it would probably be painful for us to do it.

“Whatcha waitin’ for, boyfriend?” She asked.

“I always admire my food before I eat it and you look delicious,” and then dragged my tongue through the slick channel.

A veritable orgy of robust, salty, tangy flavours exploded over my taste buds and filled my mouth. Not to mention the gentle, developing musk that permeated my nostrils and drove me wild. I coated my face in her essence as I nibbled my way up one little tasty lip and down the other before I lashed her clit. Her bum jumped from the blanket and she pounded her pud against my mouth while she enthusiastically squealed. I flayed the tiny tingle bean until she slapped her thighs against my cheeks as she struggled to cross the finish line. What won her race and gave her the prize was the finger I drilled into her snatch.

She slapped her hands against the blanket as wave after pounding wave of sheer bliss exploded in her belly and coursed through her veins. Her limp body and look of contentment attested to the intensity of the orgasm.

Feeling her incredible orgasm against my mouth was the high point of my day and one of highest points in my life, to date. It also left me with pair of balls that had turned quite blue and great globs of sticky fluid that leaked from the tip of my cock.

End Chapter Three

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