Scribe (part IV)
Oh, jeez, Carmen! the boy gasped, and she could almost
feel the heat as crimson rushed into his face.
Well, do you? she asked gently with a beatific smile.
Do you watch me out here at the pool in my bathing suit and
jack off?
Carmen! he protested, unable to answer.
Wheres the trust, Jere? she asked. Her voice quavered
and she sounded wounded. I thought we were going to trust
each other.
Dad would kill me, Carmen.
Hes in Sacramento, remember? On his business. This is
our business; just between you and me.
Youre not going to tell him?
Of course not, Jere. Why would I tell him?
Cause, hes your husband, and Im just a kid.
Well, she laughed softly as she let her eyes drop to his
bulging crotch, you arent much of a kid any more. And,
besides, she continued, closing the space between them
with a half-step and raising her hands to cradle his face
in her palms, I love you, Jeremy Bolds, and I would never,
never, never do anything that would hurt you.
Car the boy gasped, choking on her name, overcome by
her sweetness and the fact that her bikini top was dangling
uselessly from her arms and her gorgeous, bare breasts
were almost grazing his chest.
You trust me, dont you? she whispered, holding his face
in her hands and looking deeply into his blinking, astonished
eyes.
Yes, yes, oh God, yes.
Then tell me the truth, she insisted, tightening her
grip for effect.
I do, I do, he blurted, shutting his eyes in shame.
Do what? she prodded.
Jack off. I watch you and jack off.
Is that what you were doing just now? In your bathroom with
the water running?
Yes.
Did you finish?
No, you called me; I didnt have time.
Does my body excite you, Jeremy? she asked pointedly
while letting her top slip off her arms. Her breasts, nude,
beautifully sculpted globes, pointed their puckered,
ruby nipples at his chest.
She took a small step closer; their toes were nearly touching.
Oh, God, yes, he moaned almost painfully.
Are you still excited, Jeremy? It was a husky whisper
and her eyes lit with unconcealed desire as she spoke the
words. The answer, of course, was blatantly pointing at
her just a scant few inches from her nearly bare crotch.
Carmen! Dont, please, he gasped with a shriek. My
dads going to kill us both.
You trust me, remember? Hes in Sacramento and this is
just between you and me.
Carmen? he wailed in disbelief, unable to respond.
You are still hard, arent you, Jere? Her eyebrows lifted
expectantly as she spoke, and she thrust her hips toward
him till her nearly naked mons just barely brushed the cloth
covered tip of his erection.
Oh God, the boy gurgled.
Is your penis erect for me, Jere? she whispered, rubbing
herself against him sensuously.
No, no, he protested weakly.
No? She smiled with amusement. Her hand drifted from
his chin, her fingertips tracing lines of tingling fire
down his chest toward his belly. I dont think I believe
you, Jere.
Ohhhhh, he gurgled in ineffectual denial.
I think your cock is hard as a rock, honey. And, with that,
her hand found him, and her fingers brazenly fondled him
through the thin fabric of his trunks. She watched his face
as emotions danced across his features like images projected
onto a screen. His shoulders sagged, his mouth dropped
open in a gape of astonishment, and his eyes bulged as he
blinked and gulped.
See, I was right, baby, she cooed happily. Her fingers
encircled him, squeezing, measuring, and then began a
slow, rhythmic movement.
The boy gurgled, his words of protest dying in his throat
in a tangle of discordant vowels and consonants. His arms
dangled by his sides; his hands flapped uselessly. His
eyes, drawn to the searing sensation of her touch, stared
as the image of her tiny fingers stroking the bulge in his
trunks burned into his brain. His prick was rigid as a piece
of rolled steel, and he could feel the hot thrush of embarrassed
desire spreading from his loins up his trunk to his face.
Do you like my breasts, she purred while moving her hand
expertly on his prick. Her bare breasts swayed enticingly
with the movement of her hand, and her darkened, congested
nipples, described little arcs in the thin space between
their bodies.
His eyes flitted to her breasts, then to her face, his eyelids
fluttering as she lifted his hand and placed it on her breast.
He felt the firm texture of her bosom under his fingertips
and the dense, rubbery tissue of her nipple pressing against
his palm and urgency of his excitement made him dizzy.
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