Of Cards and Castles – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos
Friday morning, I was home. Off from school. Suspended. Oooo, what a punishment! No school for you!
Yeah, I brought my books home. I did most of the work I was going to miss while I was in ISD, anyway, so I really didn’t have much to do that weekend, at all. And The Rime of the Ancient Mariner was, honestly, weeks ago — I did lie about that.
So, I was in the kitchen in my sweats, waiting for my mom and dad to go to work, and Scott to go to school, when I got a text from Mia.
That single word sent an electric shock through me. I caught my breath, but I’m not sure why since I didn’t have to say anything, just type.
Fuck yes! I knew instantly that she was talking about making today into “our day together” — that one day we’d talked about to see if we could hang together for hours and still like each other, talk about nothing and everything, and be better than her and Rory. And fuck each other blue, but that goes without saying.
I had to think. What did I need to do to prepare? I got another text.
Okay, so skip the shower, and I knew why, but I still wanted to be clean, and my hair was a mess. I took off my wrist brace. I had to wear it even when I was sleeping, but I wasn’t going to put it back on today. Maybe I was done wearing it, for good. Season was over, and I had feeling in all my fingers. I was fine, I decided.
I went in the basement with my shampoo and stuck my head under the laundry sink faucet and washed my hair, toweled dry, and made myself look like me. I went into the washroom and cleaned what needed to be cleaned down below. I threw on my comfy navy blue terry cloth robe I got for Christmas a couple years ago, and went to Scott’s bedroom. I borrowed his lube from his nightstand, just in case. Then I opened his sock drawer and took what remained of his condom supply. It was only three, but it was three more than I had.
Mia knocked on the door. I knew it wouldn’t take her long. I opened the door and there she was. Beautiful, as always, her long dark-brown hair a little tousled from the wind, but that just made it better, I thought. I almost forgot to let her in, but I did, and looked around the street to see who would have noticed. Of course, no one did. Who really pays attention to stuff like that?
Mia took off her jacket and stepped her shoes off. “Are we alone?” she asked.
“House is ours.”
She pulled me down to her and we kissed like we hadn’t seen each other for a month. It was then that I realized I hadn’t gotten to brushing my teeth. I must’ve tasted like Cocoa Pebbles, if I was lucky. She was post-minty, but she liked Extra spearmint gum, so it might’ve been that.
She pulled back from me and looked me up and down. “Just a robe.” She pulled my belt and the sides fell open, revealing the naked me in all my glory, my cock pointing right at her. She sighed. No, not really a sigh, but a breath, a soft exhale that I could hear the word “Yes…” inside of. Can I help it if she loves my cock?
One of her hands grasped my cock, and the other pressed against my upper abs and she started pushing me backwards. She couldn’t have knocked me over with any amount of force, but I started walking backwards, and she guided me toward my bedroom. Once we were inside, she shoved harder and I fell backwards onto my bed for her. That was her mission, and I wanted her to complete it.
She could have done a slow strip to tease me, but she just stared at my naked body, then up to my eyes, then back down while she took her clothes off one piece after another. When her panties and socks came off, she climbed onto the bed and just kept coming, straddling me. I straightened my lie a bit, head on pillow, and pulled my arms out of the robe, though the robe was still beneath us. That was fine, it could soak up all her cum; we could fuck on it and then toss away the wet spot.
She was on me, knees at my waist, rising up to handle my cock and put it into position under her pussy. I watched her thick, dark landing strip start to move forward, then felt her slippery lips wet my cock. Her eyes closed as she glided back and forth, up and back on my cock, flicking her clit on my cock head. “Ffffff…” she breathed in. I waited for the rest of the word, but didn’t get it until she hooked my cock on a downstroke and lifted up to start impaling herself on me. “Ffffffuck!” There it was.
I was back inside Mia.
I had dipped my cock inside her a few times when we were playing our round of Clue on Monday, but that didn’t work out — it was a very different feeling, then, mentally, between the two of us. Before that, I had fucked her in her bedroom, with Rory right next to us on the bed, then in another threesome at Lyla’s. This time, it was just her and me. I liked it this way.
I rose up and my hands found her breasts, those dark red nipples with the thin ring around the edges of her areolas just inviting me to suck on them. When my lips were around one, my hands were free to roam her backside, stroking her soft skin, and holding her to me.
She bounced up and down, continually piercing herself on me, moaning softly. I pulled off her tit and fell back, bringing my hands to her hips and riding with her rhythm. “Mia. Fuck me, Mia,” I told her out loud, reminding her that no one was home. Hell, we’d even left my bedroom door wide open, and I wanted her to be as loud as she wanted.
Her eyes opened and she found mine; she still had that mean look of desire she had at the front door. Her “Oh-ohhhhh!” wasn’t a moan, it was a sob, and she fell forward onto me, her breasts on my chest. “Johnny… ah, Johnny, I want you so bad… god, I…” She wrapped her arms around my neck and just increased her speed down below. Now, I knew she wasn’t on birth control, but man, I wanted to cum in this girl.
I hadn’t had time to jerk off this morning because my folks wanted to make sure I was up. They didn’t give me a punishment, per se, for the suspension, but did make a short list on a Post-it for me to do on my day off. I’d get it done, later. Two of those things were ‘Do your homework,’ and ‘Check school email for assignments.’ Like I said, I did all that in ISD. ‘Practice your cello while no one’s home’ was another I’d get around to later.
But here I was, deep inside this beautiful dark-haired girl, holding her like she was mine and mine alone. “I’ve wanted you, too, babe,” I told the top of her head. “You belong here with me.”
Now, that might have been the wrong thing to say. We’d just gotten started and I didn’t want her to be thinking about the Rory situation, whether she belonged with me or him. I just wanted her to want me. I guess I kind of knew that she had to have considered that all morning and on her walk here to my house, and she was good with whatever was going to happen.
“You feel so good, so fucking good, Mia,” I moaned, kissing her shoulder. She picked her head up from my chest and kissed me, hard, like it was something she couldn’t take back.
“Oh, Johnny,… I want you… I want this body… I want this cock… I want this-” I cut her off with another make-out session before she continued her list and started wanting my knees. She was keeping the sex talk to sex talk, I noticed — which was a good thing. There was no ‘I love you’ or ‘I’m yours’ or anything, yet. She wanted this first time to be just about the fuck, about desire, and I was good with that. We had all day to get around to our relationship.
“This cock is yours, baby. Fuck me, keep fucking me…” I told her.
She slammed down on me twice, quite hard, and started to cum. She cried out an “Ah-ahhhhh! … I’m cumming I’m cumming…” and her hold on my neck went slack as her hips shook.
She was weakening, I could tell, and slowing down as I could feel her wetness spreading across me. Now, I’ve found that I can last a lot longer with the girl on top, like I’m not doing all the thrusting, like I’m not in as much control, so I was happy to let her bounce on me as long as she wanted. I knew I wouldn’t cum too soon. Or at least I was pretty sure I wouldn’t cum too soon. But I knew I had to flip her to keep the action going, and take control. We’d see how the timing went.
I held her tight and rolled us, staying inside her, though once on her back I did have to pull out and reset, anyway. But it was so easy going back in. So wet and smooth. I pushed up on my arms above her and pounded that cute little pussy, looking down below to see my pubes mash with her thick landing strip. I loved her bush, and could only anticipate getting down in there and licking her pussy to another crashing orgasm, later.
She was still a little dizzy, whisper-moaning, “…fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…” It was what she’d wanted since our first time. It was what she wanted now.
Now that I was on top, though, and pounding away, I knew my time was growing shorter. Do I stop and put on a condom? Or just pound away and cum inside this cute little pussy? I fucked and fucked, and it was time to decide — I could feel the tingle inside my butt growing and the static reaching my forehead.
I took the third choice and pulled out, rose up, and shot my cum all over her tits, spasming and calling her name as I did, so it wasn’t a real well-aimed salvo. When I opened my eyes, it was all over the place. And I mean all over her and all over my bed. It was on her stomach and it was on her tits. It was on her face and hair — and I don’t like doing that, I just don’t. It was on my Spider-Man pillow and my Batman pillow. And it was on my robe, but that was easy to take care of. I didn’t think about it then, but later I realized I hadn’t cum since Wednesday night — I was upset about everything, still, but got off thinking about fucking Fiona, something I’d never get to do again except in my fantasies, so I’d jerked myself to sleep that night. But nothing on Thursday, at all. The evidence was in front of me and all over Mia.
Our eyes met, and we both started laughing. Good, we were good.
I dropped down lightly on top of her and we kissed, spreading my cum between us, my cock rolling through her bush and squeezing out any more I had left.
I wanted to tell her I loved her. I didn’t. I’m not dumb. We weren’t in love, and I knew she didn’t want to be in love. I knew she loved Rory, and this whole thing was messing with her. It was messing with me, too. It just seemed like the right thing to say after such a great fuck. But I didn’t.
I slid to her side and we found a position, holding each other, her leg locking over mine. I looked at her and wiped away some cum from her face. “Lick me clean?” she asked. So I did, but just off her face. She liked the cum on her tits, and spread that around. We both knew there was a visit from a warm washcloth in our future. And I wondered if we could do a shower?
We stayed like that. Didn’t talk. Holding her felt right. But thoughts of Lyla creeped into my head. Holding Lyla like this would feel right-er. And could I do this to Rory? Could we do this to Rory? I looked at Mia, her eyes closed in my arms. She was the one who came to me to break up with her boyfriend, not Lyla. Maybe it was supposed to happen this way.
We actually fell asleep for a bit. It was warm in the house, we were warm together, tired from waking up early, tired from the fuck, so we napped. Or we slept and woke and slept and woke. It was going on ten-thirty when we decided to actually move.
“No one’s home, right?” Mia asked me, rolling to the edge of the bed.
I had to laugh. “If they are, there are no secrets, anymore.”
Mia kissed me, knowing the question sounded kind of stupid, but she wanted to make a trip to the washroom and didn’t want to dress. It was kind of a natural question. It was really cool to watch her walk naked out my door and into the house, seeing her nice ass pass the doorframe and disappear little by little…
Mia is naked in my house, wandering through it, and when she gets back, I’m going to fuck her again, was what I was thinking.
I took the time to straighten up, a bit. Hung up my robe. Made sure all my socks were inside the hamper. No Kleenex that had missed the trash can. Then I headed out to the kitchen and just as I got there, I heard Mia open the washroom door. “I’m in the kitchen,” I called out to her. “Want something to drink?”
Naked Mia walked into my kitchen, her red nipples leading the way. “What’chya got?”
“How about a Fresca?” I asked, kind of silly.
“Do they still make that?” she asked me.
“It’s a line from Caddyshack. Never mind. Don’t worry,” I waved it off.
We looked at what was available to drink, which wasn’t a lot. There was always milk and OJ, sure. Mia turned down a can of Mountain Dew Baja Blast, but noted, “Oh, Rory likes that one.” She accepted a glass from a 2-liter of Orange Crush and took a long drink, then stifled a burp, which was cute. “Needed the fizz to clear my throat.”
She noticed my arm. “Hand okay, now?” she asked. I don’t know if she was talking about my missing brace, or if my knuckles were okay after smashing Conor’s nose, but either way I just nodded.
She put the glass down and put her hands on me. She let them roam up and down and onto my ass, then she slowly dropped to her knees and began sucking my cock. There was a little chill in the kitchen, being naked and all, but she started generating the heat in my body all over, again.
I loved her hair. I ran my fingers through it and pulled it away from her face so I could see her. She glanced up at me and winked. Fuck.
“Get up,” I told her.
She stopped and looked up at me again to be sure I really wanted her to. I mean, why would anyone stop a blowjob?
“Get up on that table and fuck me right now.”
She stood and I could see a fire in her eyes when I gave her that order, like in a movie when someone turns evil and their eyes glow yellow. She turned and leaned over the kitchen table. “Like this?” she asked, sticking her ass up in the air.
“No, I said to get up on the table. I want to see you when I fuck you.”
She made a growl as she put her knee up and climbed on top of my mother’s kitchen table. I helped her turn over and bring her pussy to the edge.
“Oooh, it’s cold!” she squeaked, with a smile, but I wasn’t laughing. I picked up her ankles, set them on my shoulders, moving in close. My cock felt that she must have cleaned and dried herself in the washroom, so I hocked some spit in my hand and quick-lubed my cock head, then got about pushing through her labia.
There she was! I took several dips, pulling her juices outside, again, then pushed my way deep inside. Once my hands were free, I could hold her ankles or play with those tits as I fucked her so hard the table started moving, each thrust a bang in her pussy and a squeak on the floor.
We’d fuck-shoved the table in front of the pantry door — a few more feet and we’d be solid against the wall when the far chair fell backwards. I didn’t stop fucking her, though.
“Oh, Johnny… oh, fuck… Gotta say I’ve never been fucked on a kitchen table before!… come on… come on… give it to me…” she encouraged. I was only too happy to give it to her.
Her left foot was in my hair, tickling my ear. I kind of got out of its way and then her toes were on my chin and lips, so I bit those piggies and took them inside. That’s when Mia squealed and said something in her breath about how she likes when Rory does that for her. It hit me she’d done that twice, now, and it kind of stopped me. Not like in anger, but a speed bump in the road.
I held her steady and made my excuse. “I need to calm down or I’m gonna cum in you.” She understood that. I let her legs off my shoulders, but I stayed inside her, picked her up, and carried her, holding her ass, back into my bedroom.
I eased her onto the bed and fell out of her. She rolled away to find a better spot on the bed and opened up my comforter, putting herself inside. I realized it was getting colder in the house and excused myself to go hit the thermostat, which was on a timer. I fixed the kitchen table while I was away and brought our drinks into the bedroom, and joined her inside the covers.
Mia rolled on top of me, sitting up, and I helped her find her way to rubbing her pussy up and back along my cock.
“Mmmmm… Rory loves when I do this,” she said, then stopped dead, realizing what she said. She’d brought him back into it, again.
I brought her back down and off of me.
I could feel Mia take a nervous, deep breath.
“So, you really thought they were the Powder Puff Girls?” she asked me, wrapping an arm and a leg around me.
“Um, it makes sense,” I guessed. Hell, I don’t know if I typed it wrong, or if it auto-corrected, or if I really thought it was Powder Puff.
“But you wouldn’t have messed up Dexter’s Laboratory? Right?” she poked me.
“Because he’s a boy, or because I’m smart?” I poked her back.
“Are you as smart as Dexter?”
“I’m probably like Mandark. Smart and evil.” Hell, did I mean that? I was kind of feeling that.
“You’re not evil,” she told my chest. “I am.” That was the guilt talking. I knew it. I had to get us off of that.
“So which Powerpuff Girl were you?” I asked. “Buttercup because of your hair, or Blossom?”
“Buttercup,” she admitted. “But wait, you don’t think I could be Bubbles?” she smiled.
“All blond and sweet and innocent?” I teased. “Not likely. Was Lyla Bubbles when you played?”
“I didn’t know Lyla back then, when I was little. Met her in middle school, way after my ‘pretending days,’” she said. “I played Powerpuff Girls in my yard and at school with some other girls. I see them, now and then, in school, but it’s not the same.” Mia got a distant look in her eye. “But Lyla would be Bubbles, if…!”
“But she’s smart like Blossom, too,” I finished.
“You like Lyla. Don’t you?”
“Yeah. You know I do.”
“So why are we doing this?”
“Because we wanted to.” My arm was around her, and I pulled her in tighter. “We get along fine. We’re good friends. We could make this work…”
“But we’re not going to,” she told my chest, again.
“No.” I kissed her hair.
We stayed like that for a bit.
“But…” I said as I slipped under the covers and headed down, “we’ve got four more hours until you get out of school…” I took my time sucking on those breasts, again. Then my tongue travelled lower.
“We could just play a game,” she suggested with a giggle.
I opened her legs and she accepted my positioning. “How about… Lick My Pussy?”
“That’s my favorite game,” she said and I got busy.
I loved the sight of her pussy. I hadn’t eaten her out since that first day with Rory, while he sucked my cock. I teased her hole, sucking in each of her labia in turn and licking her hole sideways, trying to draw out her juices. A little buzz shot through me when I could taste them flowing out. Mia. The taste of Mia. Unforgettable.
I’d been bumping her clit with my nose while I licked her, but I guess I was taking too long going north because she started shifting her bottom and pulling my hair with purpose. When I glided up to her clit and flicked away, she let out a scream. “Oh, fuck, Johnny!… Ah, oh, fuck!… yes, Johnny, yes… suck my clit, Johnny. Suck my clit…”
I couldn’t refuse and took that little girl between my lips in a kiss, like sucking in a piece of spaghetti and tapping on her head.
“Ohhhh, goddddd….” she moaned.
“You gonna cum for me, Mia?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna cum for you…”
“You gonna cum for me, Mia?”
“I’m gonna cum…” She breathed in, her exhale immediately becoming a whine. “I’m gonna cum…”
I didn’t talk back, this time, just went to town on that clit until she shook and all I heard was a constant, “F-f-f-ffffffff….” without an ‘uck’ and she gushed onto my face and sheets.
She still held tight onto my hair, but I let her recover while I moved up slightly and my teeth took ahold of the pubes just above her cleft, and I pulled and chewed on them. “Don’t stop…” she whispered, so I tugged a little harder and she flowed some more.
After, I crawled up her body and we fucked harder than before. There was kind of a feeling that it might be our last time, but I hoped not. I mean, I knew she was going back to Rory, but the way they’d set up those threesomes, we all had fun together, and maybe with these games we were playing — real games, not head games — it could happen again.
I was going to break to put on a condom for her — like I thought we might do when we’d left the kitchen — when she stopped me. “No, go as long as you can, just don’t cum in me,” she begged. I knew I could last longer if I put on that condom, but I loved not wearing one, more. It was a short time of exercising and then I had to pull out to cum on her tits, again. But gladly.
“I love watching you cum,” she said as I shot over her belly. “Not just the cum, the spray, but your face. The intensity — like it hurts. And then your face melts with the pleasure.”
I wanted to shove my cock right back inside her, then, and keep going, but didn’t chance it. I lay on top of her, chest-to-breasts, and spread my cum around, letting my cock rub up and down in her pubes. I loved that feeling, and her little carpet is so thick. Then I rolled to her side and we held each other, again, until we were too warm.
It was past lunchtime when we finally roused ourselves. “You want to take a shower and go out to lunch?” I offered.
“Take a shower? I love how you and Rory smell after a game. That’s why I told you not to shower. Your season’s over, I got to get my fix…” she said.
“Yeah, but we’re both sticking to the sheets. Just to get clean, I swear,” I told her, hand raised.
Mia agreed, but was concerned about getting her hair wet. She had 1st Hour PE and was worried that if her hair were wet this late in the day… I rifled through the washroom drawers and pulled out a shower cap in a little cardboard tube from a hotel we stayed at. My mom always took all the free shampoos and crap from the hotels any time we traveled. Mia tried it on and looked at herself in the mirror and laughed. I had to take a picture. I went and got my phone and she posed. She decided she could live with damp hair and tossed the thing in the trash.
I set the phone to video and set it against the toothbrush holder just before we got in the shower.
“I thought we were just going to get clean…” she reminded me.
“Who are we kidding?” I asked. “You know I’m going to fuck you, again.”
“I was hoping so,” she said and closed the glass door.
There are few pleasures in life like soaping a girl’s ass and feeling her titties slide along your chest as you make out with her under a gentle, warm shower. Guaranteed we were going to fuck.
Her hands roamed over me like she couldn’t before, squeezing my ass as she kissed me, two fingers sliding up the water running down my spine, washing my pecs and abs. She slid down my body and just held my thigh, like worked her hands around it, like judging its size and strength, then did the same to my calf and my ankle, and then the top of my foot. Places she’d never explored before. But she stopped and did not cross over to my right. Instead, she rose up on her knees, again, and jacked my cock, watching the water run off its top, and played with my pubes, judging how the water matted them down.
I knelt down to her and looked her in the eyes, trying to determine if there was any mood change to be aware of. She just took my head and kissed me and we stood back up.
She turned, and I caressed her breasts under the water, then found her hourglass. She backed her ass into me. Then, for the first time, I fucked her from behind, pressing her titties against the glass so her red nipples were nice and clear for our video. We turned sideways, and even she kept clearing the glass when it got wet or fogged. She wanted to watch it someday — some night — as much as I did. And when I came on her body, this time I was able to wash her back clean instead of leaving her sticky, again.
We took our time drying each other, and when I got to her feet, knowing now she liked the toes thing, I took each toe in for a quick suck. I got a look from her that I’ve come to recognize as her getting wet inside, so I dried her feet and we headed back to my room to dress.
She was sitting, putting on her socks and I stood in front of her when she grabbed my cock and went to town trying to suck me off. I wasn’t going to stop her. But when I was good and hard, I pushed her down on the bed and shoved my cock inside her.
“This what you want? You want me to fuck you, again,” I demanded.
“…yes…” she squeaked.
“And it’s not gonna be the last time, is it?”
“…no…”
“I’m gonna fuck you again, even if we have to play Monopoly right in front of Rory,” I said.
I was having to work harder to get to cumming this time, but she didn’t. Mia started shaking and I did what I could to keep fucking her while she did. When I blew, I shot in my hand and used a Kleenex; my load wasn’t going to be as much as before, anyway, so I kept her clean.
We finally finished dressing, and walked over to this Greek family restaurant down the street everyone calls The Meg — it has a real Greek name, but it’s just The Meg to us. We had a couple hot sandwiches and talked for an hour about stuff, about Rory, about Lyla, about school, about college, about the news, about nothing, about everything.
We knew we could make it work. But not today. Not now.
It was seven hours later that I got a text from Rory that he needed to see me. Fuck.
Concluded in Part 3
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