The June Prom finally arrives (Part 2)

The June Prom finally arrives (Part 2) [part 2 of 2]
By: Conrad

We lay kissing, Dixie's soft lips slick, her mouth tasting of the sea, salty with semen, making my tongue tingle. Her hand was wet as well and I brought it to her mouth, watched as she took each finger between those incredible full lips, sucked and licked, her brilliant blue eyes glittering in the bright moon light. She licked the thick glob from the back of her hand, sighing.

"Conrad, if I take mine off you have to put yours back on." Eyes wide, she watched for my reaction. This was the moment of truth, or was it a chance to have her completely. Reluctantly, I pulled my jeans on. I was screaming inside, 'are you sure, do we really have to?', but I knew that I couldn't evade her trust, it would break her heart, and I knew I'd feel like a rat. Damn!

"Fair is fair, Dixie, but you'd better be buck ass naked by the time I get these jeans on."

She smiled as I honored our bargain, her actions in synch with mine, but in reverse. As my jeans went up, her shorts went down, and as I stood up to stretch my legs she stood and pulled her panties down. Amazingly, she was no longer self conscious about being naked with me.

"Well, you've seen almost everything by now anyway."

"Turn around, slowly, I want to see all of you, you're so beautiful!" She did, moving her bare feet in a slow motion step by step circle, standing in place but turning, her full but firm body lovely in the moonlight. "Raise your arms. God, Dixie, you're so amazing! Your breasts are gorgeous, and your ass is perfect. Don't pinch me, not yet, please"

She sat down, laughing, clearly enjoying my compliments. I sat beside her, one arm around her, the night still warm, the moon illuminating us. Her skin was glowing and her eyes were bright.

"Dixie, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, anywhere, really. Believe me, I won't hurt you or dishonor you, not ever." I kissed her, and I could feel her begin to relax, the tension of her just having given me an incredible orgasm and the newness of our being naked and so completely sexual together was softening, but I was again so fucking hard I could pound nails.

And she was so beautiful. Over and over again: "Dixie, you're so beautiful! Your face, your body, every part of you. Your hair, your skin, your eyes and mouth and breasts and belly ... "

"Conrad, stop, stop, enough already. You don't mean all that."

"Oh, but I do, it's so evident, and you must've heard it a thousand times."

"Never." She lay down beside me, and I was about to tell her again how beautiful she was.

"What! C'mon, be serious. You're drop dead gorgeous. I never thought I'd stand a chance with such a lovely creature, not in a zillion years. Even right now, am I dreaming? It's too good to be true. You are sooo beautiful! Movies, centerfolds, you're gorgeous!"

She always told me I was exaggerating, but she liked hearing it, and I love saying it, and it really is true. Laying there beside me, stretched out on her back, her head tilted to me, her blue eyes shining in the moonlight, her lips slightly parted, waiting for my kisses, her nipples hard and expectant, one leg out, the other bent at the knee, the tuft of hair on her mound shining with her wetness. A million words couldn't pay justice to that picture.

My intention was to give Dixie the most exquisite evening of lovemaking of her life, something she would remember forever, the benchmark for every man after me. I knew I had to take my time, make her want more, more of the touch of my fingers, more of the softness of my lips on her flesh, more of my tongue where ever it teased her. And I realized that I had to allow her the time to savor each touch and kiss and nibble and bite. I wanted her to strain through the pauses, strain with passion as I brought her up, strain for release as it became too much for her to endure.

Her neck was a perfect place to begin, knowing how much she enjoyed being kissed and licked there. My lips followed the smooth skin from behind her ear down to her shoulder, kissing gently, my tongue licking when I hoped she least expected to feel it. I let her moans inform me as to what she was feeling. As I kissed her my fingers moved either ahead of my lips or trailed behind, so that she felt me at those tender spots at least twice in quick succession.

"Conrad, you know I love that! Oh, I could stay here and let you do just that all night!"

But we didn't have all night, so I gave in and descended to her breasts, her beautiful creamy pink tipped breasts. Again my lips and tongue teased lightly, painting beneath her fullness with my saliva, my hand on her smooth belly, tracing circles around her navel. As I licked around the pink areola of her right breast my hand danced up to her left sister and I cupped it, squeezing, forcing the fat nipple to plump out even more. Dixie moaned, her hand coming to cover mine. "Oh, Conrad, you're teasing me!" I lay across her body, licking the taut nipple, flicking it with my tongue, my lips kissing the darkening tip, my tongue pushing on it, opening my mouth to take it in, warm in my warm mouth. She arched her back, moaning as I sucked gently, then a bit harder. My teeth were grazing her nipple as I sucked, her moans telling me how much she enjoyed it.

Her hand was holding her tit now, my hand having returned to her belly. "Yes, Conrad, suck me, suck my ... , ahh, suck my tits!" Both her hands were holding and squeezing her luscious mounds now, her moans sweet music in the fragrant night air. My mouth went from one to the other, while my hand was teasing its way south, toward my ultimate goal, and when my fingers felt the first tangle of silken pubic hair she gasped. "Conrad, are you sure?"

There was no need to answer. As my fingers continued to play with her lovely nipple my lips kissed a trail of wet kisses down her breasts, down her belly, lingering for a few moments to lick her navel, causing her to moan and giggle, "ooh, that tickles!", then lower. Across the soft belly above her dark blonde pubic hair, my fingers on the inside of her thigh, kisses along the delicate skin of her hipbone, to the firm flesh of her thigh.

Dixie's legs stretched out, opening to allow me complete access to her, and I knew I couldn't wait more than a few seconds, not even that much time, I was so close to tasting her, and so close to cumming again. The night's fragrances were gone now, supplanted by the smell of excited pussy, so sensual, so erotic, and my heart and my mind raced: do it, do it, DO IT!

"Conrad, please, I can't stand this, please!", and she groaned, her hands at my shoulders, pulling me onto her. "Good thing you have your jeans on, buster. Oh, this is so good. It's not like ...", and she stopped. I knew she was embarrassed to talk about it, but I thought it would be good for her to know how I felt about it.

"Dixie, not like ... what? Hey, I think I know, it's either one of two things, and either one is okay, really." She remained silent, and then finally I heard her sigh.

"It's just that, well, sometimes I do it myself, I mean, I do it to make myself feel good."

"And do you? Feel good?"

"Umm, yes, oh yes! But I've never told anyone, except, oh, you know already, don't you! Meg. I've told Meg."

"And do you and Meg do it to each other?" I was so hoping that they did.

"Conrad, no! But we do it together sometimes, watch each other. But that's all. It's very exciting, though, to see her, and have her see me." That's plenty in my book, but I didn't say that, yet.

"And, when I told you that no one else has touched me there? I was afraid to tell you, I thought you might think badly of me, like the boy I told you about, but then later I knew I was being stupid, that you'd never say anything about me, and I was going to tell you, tonight, but then, oh, Conrad ...". I kissed her again, softly, whispering that it was okay.

"Shhh, you can tell me now. Dixie, you didn't have to tell me, and I'd never have known, but I really like it when you tell me about things." She smiled, and I could tell that she'd been on the verge of tears. "But only tell me if you want to, not because I want you to."

"Oh, you're so wonderful, you're the best boyfriend a girl could ever have", and she pulled me down, kissed me, wrapped her legs around me. "Damn it, these stupid jeans!"

That got us laughing, and then we were kissing again, our hands exploring again, her tits cupped in my hands, my mouth sucking on her, my hard cock straining against the zipper.

"Dixie, I'm going to have a huge scar down there, shaped exactly like a zipper."

She laughed, and then her eyes got darker and more serious. "You can take them off if you want to." Her eyes were begging me to fuck her but I knew it would be the wrong path to take.

"Dixie, please, don't say anything today that you'd be sorry about tomorrow. This is fine, for now", and I moved down, kissing all the way, until my lips were at her pubic mound, my fingers tracing the frilly lips of her sweet smelling pussy. "You smell so great, like the ocean."

"Conrad, I love it when you talk to me about what you like. It really excites me!"

"And does this excite you?", and I licked downward from the top of her slit to the end. She gasped, moaning as my tongue slid along the slippery slit, her back arched, her ass up off the grass, her hands now tight fists. "It tastes really good, I want you to taste it", and I dipped my finger into her, lifted it to her mouth.

Dixie groaned. "Conrad, I have to tell you, I have to tell you now." She moaned as my finger lightly touched her slick lips. "I told you no one ever got this far before, and that's partly true. I've never allowed myself to get totally nude with a boy before, but ... " She hesitated, then I heard her and mentally saw her take a deep breath. "But I let one boy touch me there, like you're doing now." Her eyes were huge now, her face questioning her honesty and my loyalty to her.

"Dixie, don't you think I'd find it odd if you never had any sexual experiences at your age? If I didn't think you had I don't know whether we'd be here now. Not because this is all there is with us, but I would have thought that there was something wrong somewhere." Her eyes were searching my face for some, well, some confirmation that I was telling her the truth.

"Dixie, I love you, I really do, and I told you, that's not something I say lightly. But I trust you, and your telling me about this proves that you trust me, too, but you're just not accustomed to dealing with this kind of thing."

Her face softened and for a moment I thought she'd cry, but she let out the breath that had gotten her through her ordeal, leaned to me, her hand on my cheek, and kissed me, the most tender kiss we had exchanged. "Conrad, I love you, for this and for letting this happen. You're the first boy I know I can trust. Now, get busy, kiddo, you've got me all creamy and excited."

I watched her face as my fingers slid up and down over her furry furrow, her eyes half closed, her lips half open, a steady "ummm" coming from her throat. "Oh, that's so nice, that's really so nice. Better than when I do it", and she looked to me, blushing. "I can't believer I'm saying this." Then she looked to me, those blue eyes drowning me. "Will you please lick me again like you just did! I've been thinking about that for so long, about someone licking me there, and then when you kissed me at Dan's the first time I had the image of you kissing me, down there! Oh, god, Conrad, do you think I'm being too, um, nasty or something?"

"Dixie, you can say anything to me, you can do anything with me, or to me. It's all alright. Trust yourself and you'll see." I kissed her again, my tongue licking her lush lips, then skipped directly to her other lips, a sharp "OH" from her as my tongue dipped into the opening my fingers had made of her slit. Then a long moan from me as I licked the inside of that pink sticky channel. But I had to stop, the urge to cum was so great that I had to stop and sit up for a moment, get my control back, I hoped.

"Conrad, what's wrong, oh, god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean ...", and she lay back, her hand over her mouth, eyes tightly shut.

"No, silly girl, you feel so good, you taste so good, you look so good, that I can't stand it! Don't you understand? If I didn't stop kissing you and licking you I'd cum in my jeans."

She looked at me in amazement, or relief, or both. "Oh, I thought ... "

"Well, stop thinking for a few seconds and just let it happen. That's how much you excite me, that's how beautiful you are to me. I'm going to have to stop sometimes to let the excitement slow down or I'll explode, literally."

She laughed. "Hey, you can see I'm a natural blonde, and now you know I can think like one." Again we kissed. "Ummm, I like the way your lips taste now." Her eyes crinkled, a mischievous look if ever I saw one. "Conrad, I want to taste our flavors together, mixed together, after we ... "

It took a second to register, then it hit me. "Dixie, please, I can't even think about that now, or I will explode!" The last thing I needed to think about now was her licking me after we'd had sex!

She lay there, her hand on my head, whispering to me as I licked gently, wanting to tease her, to bring her along on her path to her orgasm, but I realized that she was well past foreplay, that this for us was lovemaking, or the most we'd allow ourselves for now. I took her hand, and with our fingers intertwined, licked the length of one of those soft frilly lips, sucked it into my mouth, "OH", sucked it like I'd suck her nipple, then let it loose, and when my tongue dipped into the depth of her tight virgin pussy it was like sticking my tongue into a pool of soft jelly, it was that wet and sticky and soft and sweet.

Her fingers were crushing mine as I licked through that perfumed garden, my other hand pushing her legs even wider apart. This was my entire universe now, the scent of her pussy, the sound of her moaning, the feeling of her wetness on my face, the taste of her in my mouth, the aching of my pounding cock straining for release in my jeans, to be released and to release its flow..

Dixie was moaning, her body moving, hips rocking, legs flexing, hands clenching my fingers and the grass beneath us. "Oh!, oh!, oh!", and I knew she was as close as I could bring her and not have her pour her pent up passion and lust out of that beautiful body.

"Conrad, god, I'm, oh god no oh Oh oH! OH! OH! OH!" Her legs stretched out, still splayed wide open, her body lifting off the ground, wild cries and moans and whispers and soft screams. I took her pearly clit into my lips and she began again, mewling and crying out, her hands on my shoulders, her fingers gripping my neck, her legs closing over my shoulders, heels between my shoulder blades. I wanted nothing more than to move up onto her and slide my aching cock deep into her frothy cunt, but her grip was so tight on me I couldn't have done it even had I been naked. Two fingers into her pussy and she began yet again, "OH, Conrad! I can't, I ... , oh, it's, oh god, I'm ... oh, you're ... "

And she continued for as long as I continued, and I realized that my body was moving in rhythm with hers, and as she moaned, her sweet juices filling my mouth, I felt that jolt through my body, and it was my turn to cry out, muffled by her nether lips which were covering mine, my tongue still in her, and my body grew rigid, shaking as I'd warned her might happen, I came.

Of course, she knew what was happening to me, and she tried to move down, to unzip me.

"Dixie, no, no, god, no! This is amazing, you're amazing! But don't move, please, oh!" and I got an aftershock, and I felt her body tremble as she too was feeling the afterglow of her body's attempt to continue such an incredible flood of pleasure.

"No, Conrad! Let me! I told you I want to taste us together!" She dipped three fingers into her wetness, rammed her hand past the waistband of my jeans, "Unzip them, hurry up! Just unzip them so I can get my hand in there, god, let me do this now, hurry up!"

Her wet hand was warm and soft on my warm and sticky semi erect cock, her fingers wrapping around me, then coming out and up to her mouth, all three fingers into her mouth, "oh, that's so good, oh, Conrad, kiss me, please?" And as we kissed she slipped her hand again into my jeans, fondling me until I was hard again, then pushed my jeans open and down enough to get her mouth around me. She was struggling with trying to push them down farther, but I held her hands, hoping I could maintain some kind of sense now, then let her hands go, pulled her around, got her on top of me, and as she sucked me to full hardness I began again my exploration into the delights of her womanhood.

"OH, god, this is going to be my most favorite thing, until we ... ", and then she was moaning as she took me deep into her throat, cumming again as my tongue and fingers played with every part of her I could reach. When she could breath again she looked down between her legs, smiling. "Conrad, you too, I want you to do it again, I want to feel you cumming while you make me cum, too", and without waiting for a response she was stroking my rigid cock, her mouth sucking the swollen head, her tongue snaking around, fingers softly kneading my balls.

When I felt her hips grinding against my head, her wet wet wet pussy grinding against my mouth, my tongue inside her as my lips sucked on her hard clit, it was too much for me to endure and I raised my hips as my balls, still being caressed by her strong fingers, sent shock waves through my body and one more blast of semen into her throat.

After licking me clean she moved down my body, letting me kiss her magnificent tits one more time, then, bending over me, our heads upside down to each other, she kissed me, a strange and wonderful kiss. "That's how amazing that was for me, like the world turned upside down."

We lay there in the warm moonlit night, the night sounds buzzing around us, murmuring to each other about love and feeling wonderful, and her teasing me about having wet my pants, and I teased her about always having wet panties, and then I jolted back to reality.

"Dixie, you are so late now!" But she only smiled, kissing me again.

"Conrad, I never want to hear those words again!" Ah, I got that one, too.

"Yes, but I meant ... "

"I know what you meant, silly. It's okay, my father is out of town and Mom will be asleep when I get home. Let's just spoon for a little while more." And we fell asleep, naked, on the grass, beneath the tree in the light of the full moon. She was snoring softly.

The following week, when we had time between getting ready for the prom on Friday night, and doing the final things that being seniors entailed, we had sex every time we found a place where we thought we had a good chance of having enough time to get it on, and get each other off.

Usually it was at Dixie's house, in her bedroom, sometimes walking past her mother, "Hello, Mrs. Cummins, how are you today?", with a "Mom, we have to do something to get ready for the prom, we'll be in my room for about an hour." Then we'd head upstairs, past her brothers' room, peeking in to see if they were around, past her sister's room, always checking to make sure we were alone.

"Conrad, we have to keep our clothes on, someone might come home and we can't not go out if Mom calls us. But we can take some things off", and she would lift her tee shirt, take her bra off, throw it on the hamper. The sight of her gorgeous naked breasts always got me going, and in a few minutes she'd have my jeans down around my ankles, stroking my cock as my lips kissed and nibbled at her beautiful creamy pink tipped tits.

Or she'd pull her skirt up. "Conrad, take my panties off", and she'd watch my eyes as my fingers slipped into the elastic waistband, pulled the white cotton panties down past the cheeks of her gorgeous ass, then laugh as she pulled them down to let them drop to the floor, to be kicked toward the hamper or under the bed.

Or, in the movies, cuddled together in the darkness, "Did you ... ", and she'd look to me, waiting for me to whisper the correct answer.

"Yes, I don't have any underwear on, just like you said. And I have to tell you, it feels great walking around like this all day."

"With a hard on?"

"No, Blondie, with my boys hangin' loose." She loved to slip her hand into my jeans and without having to fumble with my underwear she's stroke me until I was close, and then she'd tease me, make me wait, her eyes laughing at me, until I'd plead with her to let me go. If we thought we could get away with it she'd lean down and take me out, then lick and suck my cock until I exploded in her mouth. If there were too many people around she'd make me cum in my jeans. We were such fools, but happy fools.

Although we hadn't yet 'gone all the way', we'd lick and suck each other at least once a day, and though Dixie had said during her initial experience with sixty-nine that it would be her favorite thing to do, after having the luxury of taking her time sucking my cock or having me eat her creamy cunt, we found that it was only once in awhile that we'd do some dual lovemaking, so to speak. But she did like that she could easily get me all the way down her throat if she was on top.

"It's not that I don't enjoy it, but if I have you in my mouth it's distracting to feel your tongue in me, and the other way around, too. But sometimes it's nice, especially if we have a lot of time and we can take turns. That's what I really like."

She was referring to another night that her father was out of town, and after her mother had gone to bed she let me into the kitchen, and then led me on bare feet into her bedroom, guiding me over the one stair tread that squeaked.

We hadn't been drinking but she was very giggly as we stripped down to our underwear and slipped beneath the top sheet on her single bed. "Conrad, I don't want to ever get a bigger bed, I want to be able to feel you against me all night." She had left one nightlight on, and it was just enough illumination that I could see her amazing body.

It was not yet midnight and the house was quiet, and it was quiet outside, the soft sounds of the night birds provided background music for our kisses. A dog barked, then growled, and we got out of bed to look, to see if anyone was around the house, and down on the lawn there was a layer of lightening bugs, thick as a carpet. "Dixie, there must be millions of them, I've never seen so many!" I wanted to go down there and try to walk though them, but I also wanted to get back beneath the sheet with her.

"Dixie, this is killing me, being in bed with you and not being able to really make love with you!" Ever time we were together like this I thought I'd cum before she'd even get a chance to touch me, but each time we were together we had the most amazing sex I'd ever experienced, and there was even more yet to come.

"Conrad, not until I get my birth control pills next week. We made a promise and even though we both want to do it, so far one of us has always had enough control to keep the promise. Don't you think I want to feel you inside me? I get wet in class just thinking about us doing it. I get wet at dinner, I get wet playing ball. And, I guess I should tell you, last night, while I was asleep ..." and she stopped. "Do you ever dream of me, or of us, you know, ... "

"Sure, and, okay, before we got to really doing things, well, I came in my sleep a couple of times, a wet dream, all over the bed." I could feel myself blushing, and she smiled.

"That's what happened to me, I woke up shaking, but then I realized that I was cumming, I was having an orgasm! But it was so real, like you were right here with me, inside me! I could see your eyes. And I was so wet!" We kissed, my stiff cock poking below her belly above her mound. Her hand moved down, her strong fingers gripping me gently, but moving slowly, downward so she could feel my balls, which she loved to do. And she could do some very interesting and pleasurable things there.

"Conrad, I love to feel you. In my hand, in my mouth, and I can't wait to have you inside me!" While I loved to have her talk to me so erotically, the anticipation and frustration was sometimes more than I could bear, and this was one of those times. The more she talked to me, describing what she thought it would feel like, and asking me things like, "how long will it last?", and, "Do you think I'll look different, will Meg know as soon as she sees me?" All these questions and comments just made me look forward to it so much more, but it also made Dixie want more and more sex. So we experimented with everything she'd heard about or wondered about.

One thing she loved still was to masturbate with me, and after she'd confided to me that I wasn't the only one who got some exercise before going to sleep she'd tell me every morning what she'd done the night before. "Conrad, I was so tired last night, and I was still humming from how many times I came with you, but then, well, I realized that as I was thinking about how your tongue felt on my button my finger was doing sort of the same thing, and I was so wet, and, well, I came twice!"

News like this did nothing to calm my nerves, quite the opposite. As she'd tell me all about each orgasm, "I had my clit between my fingers, and it was sticking out like a tiny cock, and I was scratching it with my fingernail and then ... ", and her eyes would close slightly and I realized that she was wet again, ready again.

She pulled the sheet away, sat up against the headboard of her bed, pillows behind her, knees bent, her legs wide open. "Sit in front of me, I love that, I love to watch you, and I love to know you're watching me too." Instead of sitting I lay crosswise to her, my head propped up on her thigh, and I had a perfect view of her wet pussy, glistening in the dim light, her fingers shining from her juices. And she could easily reach me when she wanted to, or if I wanted her to do something. But for now this was wonderful.

"Conrad, tell me how it's going to be. I want to know. What will we do, just lay down and fuck?" Her fingers spread her wet lips, a fingertip grazing the pink interior. She sighed, looking at me expectantly, as though we hadn't been over this a dozen times. But it was still so hot.

Her language had changed considerably in the past two weeks, and her joy in using all the forbidden words and terms seemed to turn her on, partly I suppose because she knew it turned me on, and partly because she felt a sense of liberation with me, knowing I wouldn't judge her for something that wasn't wrong since it did no harm to anyone. We had few rules, one being the no dual nakedness until it was safe, and "fair is fair", meaning that if one of us wanted the other to do something, then what was good for the goose, well, you know that one.

To answer her question I nodded toward her fingers, which were gently fondling her wetness. "Well, there has to be a lot of kissing first, to get you in the mood", and she grinned, knowing I was teasing her about always being in the mood. "And then I should give the girls some attention to make sure you're really turned on and getting wet", which was another reference to her nipples always being hard and her pussy always being wet.

"You could always get me wet with your tongue if you think I need more lubrication", and she shivered at the thought. "And I'd have to make sure you're hard enough, so I'd have to squeeze your balls to get your cock all plump and stiff", and she licked her lips unconsciously.

"Once we know we're ready we have to decide how we want to do it, if you should be on your back or something else."

"Tell me again what my options are. I've forgotten", which I knew was a bald faced lie.

"Missionary is always good for beginners. It's comfortable and there are some interesting variations."

'Like what?"

"Oh, you can have your legs around me, hold on with your feet, or you can raise your legs up against me, even put them over my shoulders."

"Ohh, that sounds like fun! Is that all?"

"Oh, no, I can get behind you, do you doggy", and she made a grimace, not liking the sound of that, and I was secretly awaiting the moment when she had an orgasm while I was pounding into her from behind. "Or I could sit in that chair", nodding to a ladder back chair beside her dresser, "and you could sit on me, either facing me so I could see your eyes, or with your back to me, either way."

"Do you like that?"

"Dixie, I like them all, I don't think I have any favorites. But with you sitting on me, cowgirl", and she laughed, liking the sound of that, "you'll have more control. How deep I'll be inside you", and we both shivered at the thought of that, "and we can both reach your button, and if we practice enough ... "

"Oh, I intend to, kiddo, I intend to!"

" ... you can make me hit your g-spot. I have a feeling that once you feel that you're going to change a lot of things."

"I know where it is already, buster, so don't think you're the only smart one here. I found it in a book and then I did some investigation of my own." She took my hand, turned it over so my palm was facing up, placed it between her legs, the tops of her thighs covered with her sweet girl honey. "Here, slide your middle finger in, slow, slow, umm, that's nice. Now run it across the top in there, up on the ceiling, umm, like that. Feel that bump, or ridge? Right there! Oh, that can make me cum! Ohh!"

But I knew we had time tonight, and I wanted to wait for awhile, so I let her squirm, listening to her soft moans, watching her beautiful face, her eyes half closed, her mouth half open, which was her usual look when she was in the beginning stages of building to an orgasm. She glanced to me, knowing. "You're going to make me wait, aren't you!"

"Dixie, I love to see you like this. You're so sensual, the way your face looks, how you sound. And then you get erotic, and after, you're back to sensual again. We have awhile now, or are you in a hurry?" I kept my fingers inside her pussy, feeling the warmth, listening to the slippery sound as they slid in and out. I put my thumb on her clit and she moaned.

"Yes, I'm in a hurry to cum! Ohh, that's so nice." But I knew she was willing to wait. "Let's see how you like it", and her fingernails ran down the length of my cock, which was standing erect, out of my briefs. "I love to do this, to play with you. It feels so good in my fingers, so hard but the skin is so soft, and the way you make it move", and her saying that made me throb.

"Dixie, that's what you do to me, it's a natural reaction to your touch, of just the sight of you, or your smell." I raised my fingers to my face, inhaled, ran them beneath her nose.

"Umm, I like the way I smell, too." She licked. "Ummm, I like the way I taste, too. And I know you like that, too, don't you!" Her eyes were holding mine, daring me to say 'no', the smile on her lush lips inviting me to find out once again for myself. I couldn't not do it.

Her lips were wet, and as my tongue slid down one side of her fuzzy furrow, just inside the outside, I tasted the sea, that warm sweet flavor of young fresh pussy. As if reading my mind: "Conrad, do you think I'll taste the same after we, you know?" I looked up to her, found she was serious, stifled a chuckle. She wasn't stupid, just unknowing, and she wanted to know.

"Dixie, I'll let you know, but I'm betting that you're still going to taste like the best thing since chocolate ice cream." She laughed, and then her face changed again. "But I'd better take a little taste now, so I'll have something to compare to later." I ran my tongue inside her fingers, which were holding her beautiful lips parted for me, and she moaned, moving her hips slightly, the beginning of her squirming that unconsciously signaled to me that she wanted more. I opened my eyes and saw that there were shining pearls of her sweet dew nestled in the slit and I used the tip of my tongue to touch one, tasted the flavor of the ocean, like the smallest sweetest oyster you could ever imagine. My tongue went further, an inch buried in those soft pink walls, her pussy contracting, trying to pull me in, her hips more insistent now, her moan soft and low.

Her hand was stroking me, her fist tight on me, and as the feelings in her pussy became more pleasurable the speed of her hand increased, as though she was trying to keep me in pace with her. In fact, it was unconscious on her part, but it was another indicator to me that she was ramping up to let go. I lay on my side, pulling her down by her long blonde hair, moving her leg over my head, and we were spooning, my mouth covering her pussy with my tongue trying to reach her g-spot, her mouth greedily sucking me into her throat.

It was one thing to have her lick the head and shaft of my hard cock, her fingers fondling my balls. That was really wonderful, and she loved doing it. But when she was lying on me, legs spread, her pussy fucking my tongue, that was half of heaven. The other half was having my cock down her throat, which to me felt like I was in her pussy. It was for me the closest thing to actually having vaginal intercourse with her. So right now I felt like I was in paradise, but I knew that in less than a week I'd be in heaven.

My hands went to her head, pulling her again by her blonde mane, holding her head so she couldn't move. "Dixie, wait, wait, I'm too close, wait." And she did, and as she lay her head on my thigh, panting, I looked at her pussy, so wet now with my saliva and her cunt cream. I held her thighs. "The gates of heaven", I muttered.

"What? What did you say?" I told her, asked her if I would be admitted entrance next week.

"Well, if not, you're going to have to buy me something to use as a replacement."

We had talked about toys after seeing the ads in magazines. She got apprehensive about the sizes of some dildoes and vibrators, laughed at the weird shapes and configurations of others, and was really interested in the small hand held models, the portable penises she called them.

"But first I want the real hot item", and she'd make a fake moan, rolling her eyes back in her head, shaking her body in mock orgasm.

"Dixie, that's so Meg Ryan."

"Hey, speaking of Meg, she and Tom are going to the prom, so we could ride with them, how 'bout that?" I knew she'd like that, and Tom and I got along okay, so I agreed. And half a limo bill was better than totally wiping me out.

"Is that all you can do, talk, at a time like this?", and she licked me again, sending hot chills through my body. But I was back in control and I dipped again into her ocean.

"Conrad, I want to try something!" Oh oh, could be trouble. Every time she said this it was some form of 'how close can we get to actual intercourse and not fuck'. She sat up, her hand still holding me, "lay back", and she pulled my briefs over my cock, pulled them up until the swollen head was beneath the waistband. "You know I love riding horses, and you've asked me if I've ever had an orgasm on a horse." She looked at me as she swung a leg over my body, smiled as she moved her body so her amazing tits swayed over my face. She knew the effect she had on me and she wasn't shy about taking advantage of it, and I wasn't one to complain.

"Cowgirl up!" and she began moving her naked wet pussy over the bulge in my briefs. "Tell me if I hurt you", and she dug her fingers into my shoulders.

"Dixie, this is too much, too much, ah, fuck, you have to slow down, wait, wait." She lessened the pressure, and that made it even worse. I could feel every fold and crevice of her wet slit, and the hardness of her mound. We stopped completely for a minute, kissing, my hands caressing her ass and fondling her tits. "You feel so good, almost like I'm in you for real."

"Shut up and fuck me!", and she smiled as she began moving again, this time long slow motions that had my cock between her lips, like she was milking me. Then as her eyes began wandering beneath the lids her motions changed to fast little jerking motions, moving her clit against the hardness. "Oh oh, OHHH! Now, Conrad now, do it now, cum for me babe!"

With my cock pressed tightly against her pussy I rocked my hips, her pubic bone almost hurting, and as she cried out I came, the semen flooding out of the top of my briefs, making our movements wetter and slipperier. I held her ass as she rode me, keeping her tight against me, resisting the urge to pull my briefs down and plunge into her hot wet virgin cunt.

Her breasts were mashed against my chest, her mouth close to my ear, her breathing fast and raspy, crying over and over, "oh oh oh", as she moved her pussy on me.

When we recovered, laying there looking into each other's blue eyes, laughing each time one of us experienced an aftershock, our hands caressing each other, we'd whisper our love. She'd reach down to my briefs and come back up with her fingers covered with semen, and she'd suck them, then down again to get her cream on them to give me a taste.

At that age it was only a few minutes until I was getting hard again. She quickly sat up, found her panties, slipped them on. "Conrad, I'll all slippery and gooey!" She knelt between my outstretched legs, pulled my briefs off. "I'll hand wash them for you, and wear them tomorrow, so you can think of my hot cunt in them", and she blushed at her use of such erotic language.

"Dixie, I think I know what you're going to do. Are you sure?"

"Yes, it's okay, Meg did this all the time until she got her pills." Thank god for resourceful Meg, I thought, glad that Dixie had a clever and trusted friend.

She lay on me, kissing me, her tongue sliding along mine, her lips so wonderfully soft, her nipples dragging across my chest. "I'd let you get on top, but I might not be able to resist really having you go inside me. But I think this'll do the trick." She raised her body, balancing on her hands and toes over me, her feet outside my legs. One hand went down between her legs and she positioned her pussy on my naked cock, with only a thin layer of white cotton separating us. Oh, god, it felt so good, and as her panties got wetter it felt as if she was as naked as I was.

"Fuck, Dixie, this is too much!

"Conrad, you always say that, but it's always fun." And she was right, I guess I was just not as adventurous as she was, at least with her. I knew that I was being over protective of her, and I also knew that that kind of sheltering was what, in part, drove her to this night and all the other nights we'd spent experimenting with sex.

She had me achingly hard now, and with the sight of her eyes and the feel of her flesh and the smell of our sex, I knew it was only a matter of minutes before I was gushing again. We kept going at it, slow and steady, stopping to let my balls cool down, and then she would move again.

She sat back, holding her tits out to me. "Lick them, please, lick them. I love that. I wish I could cum like that, from you licking them. I wish I could lick them, too", and she bent her head, her tongue snaking out, just reaching the edge of the pink areola. I licked her, biting her nipples, pulling on them with my teeth, her moans growing longer and louder, her head back. I pulled her to me, kissing her neck and she moved her legs around me, her pussy against me again.

She fell forward against me, her arms around my neck, her face in the hollow of my shoulder, moaning. "Conrad, can we fuck like this, in this position? You never mentioned it but I like being like this with you."

"I think so, babe, we can try, but yeah, I think so", and I kissed her hair. She moved around on me, and then pushed me back, moving her feet to straddle me, squatting over me. Her eyes were blazing now, her smile was ferocious, Wild Dixie. She held my cock upright and nestled her pussy around it. "Ahh, Dixie, I think I'm in you! I think I'm inside you, stop!"

"Oh, Conrad yes, you're in me a little bit, just a little bit, oh god, I want it all the way in, all the way!" But as she tried to sit down, tried to smother my cock with her naked pussy, I grabbed her beneath her arms, lifted her enough to stop the downward motion.

"No, Dixie, no! Wait! I never thought I'd say this, but we have to wait, just another week, just a few days!" I so wanted to ram my cock up inside her, break that sweet cherry and fuck her until I couldn't move. "Stay like that and move and I'll pull out when I cum, but this is as far as we can go, and I mean it."

"Argghhh! I hate this, I hate not being able to make love to you all the way." But she wasn't a cry baby, and she quickly regained her good humor. "So now you're going to pay for not making an honest woman of me. If you'd married me today we'd be fucking on our honeymoon now."

I knew that if she said this it was because she'd thought about it earlier in the day, or in the past few days, but I also knew that it was in the form of a fantasy and not an actual announcement that she wanted to get married anytime soon.

"Hey, you're the one who's taking advantage of me! I'm trapped here while you have your way with me. I should scream for help, except I'm naked and your mother would be embarrassed."

Our little interchange was enough for us to get past the rough spot and we began again, teasing each other, but there was no escaping the hard fact that the head of my cock was in her cunt.

"Okay, I have to stop, or I'll really try to get it all the way in. But it feels so good in me!"

She rolled off, wrapped her arms around me again, and kissed me. "Conrad, you're so good to me, I love you for that."

"Dixie, I know from experience that once we get to trying to pull out before I cum in you, well, that's about as safe as the rhythm system. I just want to go to sleep and wake up next week, with you smiling with a box of BC pills in your hand."

We both sat up facing each other. "I want to do this", and she sat open legged, one hand on her pussy, the other around my cock. "I want to see you cum, and I want you to see me", and she began stroking my cock in synch with finger fucking her beautiful pussy. And when she came it got me off with her, shooting another thick load of semen on our legs.

When I awoke she was lying beside me, watching my face, which always embarrassed me.

"Hi!"

The night before the prom Dixie and I went to see the fireworks display put on by the graduating Senior class. We sat on the grass, her arm around my waist, my arm around her shoulders, surrounded by our friends and kids we knew from school, and by now we were know as a couple, as steadies. Sitting there with Dixie I was so proud to be with her, and when I looked at her my heart ached. I'd fallen so hard it was still shocking to me. In my head I heard Irish as she said to me when she heard that Dixie and I were an item: "Conrad, I know you, maybe better than anybody, until her, and I have to say, you've really got it bad, haven't you." I nodded in agreement, happy that she wasn't pissed, but we never were in love, we were good friends who went to bed together for awhile. She looked at me, still looking like the sweet innocent Freshman she'd been when I met her last fall. "Conrad, you are truly smitten!"

Dixie looked to me, as though she was reading my mind, and it wouldn't have surprised me if she'd told me what I was thinking, she knew me that well already. More than once we'd finish a sentence the other had begun, then laugh at it. But she smiled to me, her eyes glittering in the darkness, then reflecting the flash and brilliance of the exploding gunpowder. "Let's go out to the lake. I have something to tell you." My heart leapt in my chest, free floating anxiety closing in, but then I relaxed, seeing the smile still on her beautiful mouth. I knew it wasn't bad news, so I was relieved, but still curious.

"Good news, I hope. A secret? A surprise?" She knew how curious I could be, and she took every chance to tease me, sometimes unmercifully.

"Yes, not any more, and yes."

My mind went to warm June blending into hot July. Lights reflected on the surface of the lake. Steamy weather and lovemaking ... the taste and feel of sweat ... hot, slippery, salty ... then the coolness of our naked bodies touched by a light breeze. But that's to come later. Hopefully our first time will be on Prom Night, or to be more precise, the day after. Oh, please god, please!

At the lake we walked, arms around waists, the darkness solid around us, only stars to guide us through the moonless night. At our tree we stopped, Dixie leaning against the thick trunk, her white tee shirt and shorts standing out against the dark bark. She wriggled to get comfortable, her arms around my neck, my hands on her waist, her flesh warm beneath the soft cotton of the tee.

"Conrad, I know you were willing to use condoms, but I'm allergic to latex, and I don't like the idea anyway, it seems too contrived: "Oh, let's get ready to have sex, wait until I get this out, let me get it out of the wrapper, put it on, is it on correctly? will it leak? will it break?" No thanks. So, the good news, and the secret, is that I've been taking the pill. The surprise is that tomorrow is the last day that won't be safe for us, and Saturday will be the first day of the rest of our lives!" She was smiling a smile that I'd never seen on her beautiful face. Part joy, part pleasure, part anticipation. I was speechless, my heart pounding. I'd been anticipating this for weeks, and now the moment was almost here. I know I was smiling like the village idiot, but Dixie knew what was going through my mind. She always knew what was going through my mind.

"Dixie, I don't know what to say, well, what to say first. I know this means as much to you as it does to me, more probably, since it's you who has to really think every time about getting pregnant. So I'm almost as happy as you. It's been really brutal not breaking our rule, but now it feels like we passed an impossible test, and I'm proud of me for getting through it and proud of you for being so good about it. I don't know if I could have done this with any other girl. And I know there's no other girl I'd want to do it with."

I knew from her face that, however clumsily, I'd said the right thing. Once again I thought she was going to cry and I held her to me, my lips in her hair, whispering to her. "Dixie, I love you, you have to know how much I love you, and I know you love me. So tonight it's so close, but still tortuous, but I won't push my luck now. Knowing what you've just told me, I'm content to just hold you. I never expected this to happen so soon. I was in for the long haul."

"Oh, Conrad, that's how I feel too, but I know that'll last for about another few minutes, so we might as well get naked now. And if we can both promise not to go too far, we can both take all our clothes off. Is that okay with you? Just this once, until tomorrow, Saturday at the latest."

My mind was spinning. "Um, okay, but you're in charge if I start getting too pushy and I'm in charge if you try any funny business, okay?"

"And if we both try to get busy at the same time?"

"Then we stop, I mean it, we wait." I was praying that I could do this, and I was about to suggest that we err on the side of caution and get back to the light, out of the darkness and away from the temptations of the flesh of Dixie's beautiful body. But the sight of her beautiful breasts as she raised her tee and pulled her bra off was all I needed to pull my jeans off, and in a minute we had a pile of clothing beside us as we lay on the warm grass, kissing, our legs entwined, my hardness pressed against the softness of her lips and the firmness of her mound.

"Dixie, don't move, let's just stay like this. I can do this, but if your lips open, I'm a goner!" We didn't trust ourselves to use the "pull out" method, so this was verging on terror for me.

"How 'bout this?", and she moved her hips slowly, her lips, already wet, caressing my cock.

"No, Dixie, no! Please, I know what'll happen if we keep this up. Let's get dressed!"

"Stand up. Let's try this", and she knelt before me, hands on my hips as she took me into her mouth, moaning, then into her throat, gagging for a moment and then moaning again. I was so hot that I was about to cum when she pulled away, moved to me and wrapped her breasts around my cock, holding them around me tightly. "Now, you move."

I looked down at Dixie, her eyes half closed again. "Conrad, move, I want to feel this, and don't stop!" It was awkward, but I began fucking her tits, her head bent, watching the head of my cock appear and disappear, heard her chuckling at the sight, "wait, bring it to my mouth, I can't reach it", and she'd lick the head, holding one tit and using her other hand on her pussy.

Then she'd start again, her gorgeous tits squeezed tightly around my throbbing cock, sliding easier with her saliva covering me, and each time I got dry she'd suck me again, or spit on the shaft and the engorged head. When I couldn't hold off any longer I told her and she moaned, as she felt me getting ready to cum. "Oh, I wish I could get to my kitty now, damn."

"Do it, Dixie, do it now before I cum, please, cum for me now." She looked up at me, let one of her breasts rest against my thigh, looked into my eyes as her fingers slid in and out of her wet cunt, the sound squishy and so erotic, her eyes locked on mine.

"Conrad, I'm going to cum, I'm ... oh, I'm, oh oh, oooohhhhhh!" My knees buckled as I spewed a hot jet of cum onto her neck, then another, heard her cry out, "oh, Conrad, oh, oh!", cum now on her face and neck and tits. She let my cock loose, moving her nipples on it, making me jump with the sensations. She was laughing. "It's dribbling down my ribcage and it's tickling me!"

The prom itself was wonderful. After I shined my shoes (again) I got my haircut in the morning, and evening finally came. I dressed in a new dove grey suit, with a Sea Island cotton shirt and a dark pink tie, looking very suave indeed. Now all I had to do was to hide my nervousness when I picked Dixie up. To make matters worse, this would be the first time I'd meet her father, a meeting I wasn't looking forward to.

Her dad is just a bit on the intimidating side. Okay, more than just a bit! When he opened the door I searched his face for some hint of his feelings, and found only curiosity. His "baby girl" is growing up, but he hasn't forgotten what HE was like as a horny teenager. Which was just what I'd expected, so I tried to be the most understated gentleman I could be. Not arrogant, not threatening, definitely not sexy, just a nice clean cut high school kid.

Dixie's mom is still gorgeous. Charming and gracious, with a very nice body. Once again I hear the undiluted version of the southern accent in Dixie's voice that I couldn't quite place on that first fateful fantastic day at Milo's.

Her mom is "still doable" I think to myself. Whew! What a thought! I make a mental note for future reference. Whatever happens, whoever I may end up marrying one day, "be sure to take a long look at her mother first, since that's likely who she'll end up looking like in time." But seeing her mother now I think they look more like sisters than mother and daughter.

Then I hear her and I look up to the top of the stairway. Dixie is wearing a strapless gown in a pale satin. The color is not quite white, but not quite pink either. Her shining hair is pinned up, with blonde tendrils falling down onto her creamy shoulders. Her cleavage is just visible, a gorgeous vee of flesh where her breasts are pressed together by the gown, and my mind goes back to last night. I fight the urge to stare, or, worse, press my face into that soft, fragrant valley.

A subtle sprig of baby's breath is tucked into the back of her hair. I'd bought her a nosegay of roses to tie to her wrist. It's just a bit darker pink than her gown. I know they're the color of her sweet nipples, but I'm not about to reveal that fact to anyone but her. I'd nearly gasped as she glided down the staircase. I didn't think it possible to find her more beautiful than I already had.

And her face with no makeup and her body completely naked would remain indelible, the epitome, the standard for me for always. Yet, this virginal angel on the stairs was walking toward me beaming a smile that could light up a fog. And my mind is feeling a might fogy until she exclaims, "Oh, my, Conrad! You look soooooo handsome!"

"Uh, you too", I blurt out, at a loss for words at first. "Er, I mean, you look great!" I recover my composure immediately, turning to Dixie's parents. "Mr. Cummins, it's a pleasure to meet you", reaching to shake Dixie's father's already extended hand, mindful that the grasp must convey confidence without arrogance. In other words, it must be firm, but not firmer than that of Mr. Cummins. I think it went well.

Mrs. Cummins also offers her hand to me, which I clasp and give a squeeze of only slightly less intensity. Firm, not limp I know, and only if offered first, especially from a lady. Look them in the eye, smile, relax, breathe! So far, so good. I can do this, I have to do this right!

"Well", I manage to say without strangling, turning back to Dixie, "we'd best get going. Your coach awaits, m'lady." This elicits a smile from the parents and I'm pleased with myself.

"Um, bye, Daddy, bye, Mom. It'll be late, but we've talked about that already."

"Bye, sweetie. Have fun. Be careful", her mom says, as knowing looks pass between mother and daughter. Her father kisses her cheek, then looks to me again, his intent clear, no words needed.

We're sharing a limo with Meg and her boyfriend Tom, and as we walk to the car Dixie squeezes my hand. "Oh, Conrad, that was perfect! I know my mother loves you and I think daddy is okay or he would have said something before now."

The school gym is decorated so well that it's difficult to tell that next week there will be basketball being played her again. Flowers are everywhere, the walls covered with drapes. We find a table with two girls from Dixie's softball team and their dates, and we're happy that there's room for us. We dance, and for the first time in a long time I'm not thinking about sex, I'm just perfectly content to be holding this beautiful girl in my arms, with her arms around me, smelling her, feeling the warmth of her, listening to her breath. Please, don't pinch me now!

We talk to kids who stop by, most of them my friends, or girls who play sports with Dixie, but most of the kids in her classes don't know her well enough to stop to talk, which I find irritating until she tells me that she doesn't spend any time with them, busy with sports and studying. But the people who do stop really enjoy her company, I can see that, and the ones who don't I realize are the ones I don't want to spend time with either.

Dinner is as expected. The hall is loud, but not so loud as to the exclusion of conversation. We're at a table with four other couples, all of whom we like, so it's a good time. Everyone is hungry now, but we'd rather eat what we want later, so we pick at the stuffed chicken breast, the baked potato in foil, and if you guessed julienne of green beans and carrots, bingo. But it's fun, and everyone is anticipating going out for a few drinks, more dancing, and a fun day tomorrow.

We'd decided earlier to meet her softball buddies at JB's, a club out near the lake, and when we get there we find the parking lot is nearly filled with limos and cars already, but it's ten o'clock on a Friday night, so it's not surprising. The place is more a bar than a restaurant, but at many tables people are eating pizza or steamed clams, some with steaks and house fries. We find seats for the ladies at the bar and take turns dancing, shooting darts, visiting with everyone in the place. We're all drinking mixed drinks, 7&7, rum and coke, sloe gin fizzes, and we know we're being so sophisticated. It's always a fun place and there's always good music when they have it.

When we leave we see that one of the cars is up on blocks, the tires are missing, and we wonder if it's a matter of theft or a practical joke, but it's no one we know so we head downtown. Tom and I know the bars that will let us in and serve us drinks, as long as at least one of us has some picture ID. I have a driver's license that has a reasonable likeness to mine, and Tom has his brother's license, so we're set. We go to Earl's.

At the bar we're talking with two of Tom's friends, schoolmates of his, and down the bar we see what we know will turn into a fight. Sure enough, someone pours a drink down the front of a girl's dress. Loud words are exchanged, but before there are any fists flying one of the bartenders jumps over the bar, a sawed off baseball bat in one hand, and clears that end of the bar out. It's over in less than a minute, but it has its effect on the crowd.

We go to a place that I've told Dixie about, the Joy Spreaders Social Club. "The music is great, the drinks aren't watered, and there won't be any fights', so Tom and Meg agree. It's only a block from Earl's so we walk, the limo following slowly. There's no sign, no neon lights. We walk up four flights of an articulated steel fire escape, knock on the solid steel door and we're admitted to a dimly lit barroom. The lights are a soft brownish red, giving the walls and ceiling a warm glow. But I've seen this place in the light of day and it's dismal then.

There's a short bar, with a dart board at one end, no TV, but there is a juke box. A pool table is at the other end of the room, with several tables around a small dance floor. The bartender is a huge older black man, completely bald, wearing a white shirt with a starched collar and a hand tied red bow tie. He's serving several black men and women at the bar, among them a young couple our age who I know from being here before. Two very well dressed black guys are playing a game of nine ball as two others look on, three more are shooting a game of baseball at the dart board.

Tom gives me a glance: "hey, we're the only whites here!" But I know who the bartender is, and I know his brother to speak with. When the brother looks our way I nod and greet him with a "Buck, good to see you", and we walk to a table. After we're situated Dixie and I go to the juke box and she selects several R&B songs, and we return in time to have our drink order taken by a black woman I know, but who doesn't pay attention to me until I refer to her by name. "Betty, this is my girlfriend Dixie, and our friends Tom and Meg."

Betty smiles a million kilowatt smile, her full face beaming now. "Well, you girls sure do look like you're out to have a good time tonight. You might want to go see the show at the Club Havana in an hour or so, the singer there will sure enough knock you out!"

We're comfortable here, enjoying the music, and as Dixie and I get up to slow dance the young couple approaches also. As they glide by the girl says to Dixie, "good music for a white girl to play", then smiles. Dixie smiles, says thanks and we drift off, in our own world again.

The Club Havana is a bit different, an older crowd, a few white couples there for the singer. We get a small table, order drinks just before the first set. The singer is a very good looking woman, in her forties, with a light complexion that in North Carolina I learn is referred to as high yellow. The lights come down and she's lit in a soft spot, and her voice is liquid silk, soft and low, and she has the crowd in the palm of her hand, no clinking of drinks or silver, no whispers, just her voice in the smoky night. Then as she sings a soft refrain, "Am I bluuue? ... am I bluuuuue?" a drunken black voice slurs, "no, dammit, you're black!", and there's a short scuffle, the door to the street lets in a brief burst of light, and it's over, and she hasn't missed a note.

In the limo we tell the driver to drive across the bridge, I like the view of the city from that height, then up into the hills. She knows the route so we relax in the spacious back, and soon we're necking. We hear the privacy screen raise, and the driver's voice on the intercom. "Let me know if you want anything, or where to go. I'll just drive until I hear from you."

The limo is illuminated by the open sun roof and that's all, no light coming in through the tinted windows. We're sitting across from Tom and Meg and as I kiss Dixie I hear Meg sigh, and then we're gone, kissing as we drift through the countryside. Soon I feel Dixie shift her body, turning so she's sitting against the side of the limo. I move so she can get her legs up on the seat and she stretches out, pulls me to her. "Hi!" God, she's so beautiful and I forget we're not alone, kissing her passionately, my hands on her neck and face. She reaches down, feels my hardness. "Umm!"

Dixie kisses behind my ear. "Unzip my dress!" Oh, god, now the waiting and the anticipation of the evening, of holding her as we danced, of watching her eat, smelling her hair, listening to her talking, it's suddenly come to the tipping point, and I'm past rational, past anything but her. I'm mindless now, and as my lips nuzzle her neck my hand finds the tiny slim zipper and I slide it down. "Ahh, that's better!" As her gown opens the bodice falls lower and her breasts have room to separate, and I can see the curves, but her sweet pink n