First Time The Summer of 69'

Unlike the old movie, it wasn't the Summer of 42', but it might as well have been.

I had just turned eighteen, looking forward to Graduation, which was just a few month's away. I wasn't looking forward to the draft however, Vietnam still very much apart of the American way of life at that time. It was a period of self-discovery, decisions, and a very uncertain and somewhat frightening future.

I had being going 'steady' as was the term then, and perhaps still is. My High School sweetheart and I had known each other off and on since Grade-School, on into Junior High, which is now called Middle School in most places. And then of course, finally on into High School. But it wasn't until High School that we finally got serious about our relationship.

But of all the time we knew each other, after all the dates, flirtations, and everything else that went along with it, Tracy had remained a 'chaste' albeit very flirtatious virgin. We'd spent more evenings together than you could even begin to possibly imagine, with my never getting off "first-base". Another one of those ageless terms. Some might think, "Why bother?" Especially since most, if not all of my buddies back then were obviously having sex with their girlfriends, so why wasn't I? God knows I tried. Even to the point sometimes of threatening to break up with her if she didn't relent. Then we would breakup, and then I'd relent, and we'd start the whole damn process all over again.

There were several reasons we stayed together, even after short periodic weeks apart from one another. We honestly enjoyed being together, number one. Number two, Tracy and I both felt that after all these years, we were "meant" to be together, and God help us, that meant getting married one day too. Three...and this was mainly my reason more than hers of course, was that she had a fantastic body. True, I'd never actually seen it...but she had enormous breasts, and a shapely figure that the guys were always drooling over, and teasing me about constantly as I'd never actually seen it.

Perhaps it had something to do with that final year. The "war", talk about future plans, including the possibility of marriage (someday) or what. But whatever the reason, Tracy suddenly began to loosen up. Not all at once, but gradually. But like all typically horny teenage boys, even finally getting to second base wasn't good enough, or nearly fast enough.

Tracy and I had spent many evenings together like I said. Sometimes at the Drive-Inn, or sometimes simply sitting in my car overlooking the city. "Watching the submarine races" as we called parking back then. We had some pretty hot sessions together too. A lot of kissing, hugging, but never much more than that, though Tracy did enjoy hinting at wonderful things to come if I simply remained patient with her, and so on and so on.

Each time I was about to throw in the towel however, she'd do something to surprise me. And not without a lot of back and forth arguing and manipulating in between. We'd been up at the local 'Lovers-Lane' watching the twinkling lights of the city. I had recently had another girl at school begin to pay particular attention to me, and more importantly, I did know a guy who she had dated for a while, who had bragged about how good she was in bed. So this sudden outside interest, and the possibility of finally going to bed with a girl was more than a little tempting. I'd basically decided to (once again) break things off with Tracy, and do a little exploratory research on my own. Sitting there in the car, it was obvious to both of us that something was in the air. Neither one of us spoke initially, and as I soon discovered, it was because we both had several things weighing heavily on our minds.

"David? Do you really love me?" She asked.

It was perhaps the worse possible question she could have asked me at that moment. True, I did love her, or at least I honestly believed I did then. And here I was, considering breaking up with her long enough to at least finally get some girl into bed for no better reason than to finally lose my virginity, after all I was eighteen I had argued with myself.

"Yes Tracy. I do love you." And then suddenly realizing this was an opening for me to lead into what had always been a constant tug of war between us, I added.

"And that's one of the reasons I have wanted to be with you, now, not later, not (if) and when I go into the Navy, or somehow make it into College. A point that wasn't missed on her at all as my folks didn't have the means financially to support me in school, and so to do so would pretty much mean doing it myself. And at the moment, the odds of my being able to do that looked pretty slim. I worked a part-time job, but the meager wages I earned barely kept me in gas and insurance money on my car, let alone the few extra dollars I still had for dates.

Tracy looked as though she was actually considering what I had said. But her mind still seemed to be focused on something else entirely. We had reached some sort of crossroads in our relationship. She knew it, and I knew it, and neither one of us had to mention it. The next few moments have remained forever burned into my mind as one of my fondest Teenage memories.

It just so happened that my car, a Chevy SS Super Sport had a bench seat. It made our make-out sessions far more enjoyable and easier to perform than most of my friends complained about in their own cars with bucket seats. Tracy was looking at me, she was wearing the pastel blue "V" necked velour pullover that I had given her for her birthday a little over a month ago. I had purchased it specifically for her, as I knew her full breasts would show more than ample cleavage in it, something she didn't mind showing on occasion,

"Proud of her own tits" I'd often secretly think. And she was, as she loved teasing me in that way quite often by exposing just enough of that ample cleavage to send me home at nights with a really bad case of 'blue-balls.' So her wearing this gift wasn't too surprising, but when I saw her reach around behind her back, obviously lifting up the back of the sweater and begin to undo the unclasp of her bra, I was stunned. Unsupported now as her boobs were, they were large enough to fall slightly lower against her chest. Not something too unexpected for someone that has naturally large breasts anyway, but the sight of actually seeing them like this, was a heaven sent moment. Yet with all my coaxing, all my month's of frustration and pleading, hot burning licking kisses on her neck in hopes of arousing her, especially as I knew this was one of her most sensitive places, I was not prepared for any of this.

Embarrassment perhaps, her sudden vulnerability? I don't know for sure, but whatever it was that I saw, I finally spoke.

"Tracy, you don't have to..."

I never finished the sentence. Tracy reached over, taking my hand in hers and placed it firmly and wonderfully against her breast. True, it was on the outside of her sweater, but by this time, I was actually touching her magnificent tits, something I had only done up until now in many long nights of masturbatory fantasy's. And this wasn't any fantasy, this was real, and was really happening! Thank God for bench seats. I quickly turned towards her, comfortably positioning myself, and now began to caress her and toy with her earnestly. I felt the hard little nipple just beneath the now loose material of her bra quickly stiffen and grow between my circling, exploring fingers. And she moaned. Oh God, how I remember how she moaned, so softly, so sweet. Almost like a cat's purr as I touched her and caressed that magnificent full breast.

"So this was what it was like to finally reach second base," I thought silently, thrilled beyond my wildest expectations, and here I was only touching through the material of her sweater what I knew and could feel to be...that luscious, taut firm nipple. And I could have stayed on this particular bag forever too. After all this time, after all the lost opportunity's with other girls, here I was finally getting to play with Tracy Stillman's tits. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. And in the very next breath realized, "Hadn't she undone her bra?" That sudden realization told me that she had offered up her breasts, not just to touch and fondle on the outside of her sweater, but on the inside, underneath! And here I was, wasting time, or worse, giving her the opportunity to change her mind about what she and I were doing.

Almost immediately I began to lift up the front of her sweater, though doing so slowly, still somewhat afraid that she would suddenly change her mind. Her bra still partially concealed her breasts, but shit, I was now looking at them, as I'd never seen them before either, even if it was inside a somewhat lacy and very sexy looking confinement.

The "go ahead" signal came when Tracy reached up with her own hand and pulled the bra off her breasts herself. Though things were a bit tangled and in someway hampering our movements, the sight of her mature fully exposed breasts was breathtaking to me. And in fact, as I recall, I had been holding my breath at the time, almost afraid to draw another in case I was dreaming, and that doing so, I'd wake up in bed, a very painful and needful erection reminding me that this was just another one of those frustrating 'wet-dreams' that I'd been having a lot of lately.

What I immediately noticed, were her dark brown areola, which encircled the thickest hardest nipple's I had ever seen. Sure, I'd seen a number of women's breasts in 'girly' magazines, and more than a few hard-core stroke books, but I'd never seen a woman with "hub-caps" as we called them, the size and color that Tracy's were. And now I had even more desire and need to touch her, explore them and hopefully, "dare I risk it?" Kiss and even suck them as well?

I decided, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained". And I immediately bent downwards and tentatively began licking one of her hard little protruding nipples. The feel of her hand on the back of my head, pressing me to her was not only erotic, but I actually found myself having an out of body experience as though I could see myself actually flicking her nipple with the tip of my tongue! It was an honest moment of unspoken permission, as well as total surrender on her part, and I sat there, sucking her, licking her, and shaking like a fucking leaf!

All too soon it ended however, Tracy reminding me we'd been gone well over two hours, and that as curfew was quickly approaching (for her anyway) that we'd have to hurry in order to get her back home in time. With one eye on the road, and the other watching her re-harnessing those wonderful twin globes of hers, I knew that when I masturbated that night, I'd have a lot more than just fantasy images of her to play with, I'd have the additional sensations of memory, and taste, and touch to go along with the actual visual.

For a time, this was more than adequate to keep my active mind busy, and my lustful needs at bay. But as the proverbial forbidden fruit had finally been tasted, so then was the urge for more, far more as well. And it wasn't all me either. Tracy seemed to suddenly change overnight. For a period of two weeks at least, we repeated that first evening together, nearly every night, or at least every other night. But along with the excitement of what we were doing, came the desire for more.

Tracy's father worked a nightshift at a manufacturing plant. He left for work, and then as we always had it planned, as he didn't much care for me in the first place, I'd eventually show up at her place. Her mother worked too, doing odd jobs and sometimes worked late as well especially during any Holiday seasons at a local shopping mall. It was a Friday evening, her dad had left for work, and her mother would be working late. We had the house to ourselves, another rarity, as her younger sister and older brother both had plans to be away for the evening.

This night, I parked my car at the School, which was only a block away from her place. This way, if anyone did come home unexpectedly, I could sneak out, or we both could in fact without being discovered as even having been there. One major advantage to all this, was they had an enclosed carport, the door of which no longer worked and had sufficient things stacked against it to prevent anyone from even trying to open it. Hearing a car pull into the drive was immediate and without question that someone was home. Even the gate being opened was an additional precautionary measure to alert us if someone came into the yard and headed towards the front door. Which was, the only access into the house, except of course for the back door, which was the only entry-exit into the backyard, and the semi enclosed carport. There was an old, but still useful and comfortable couch that sat on the far end of the carport, still covered by the overhanging roof, but open-faced into the backyard. This too was concealed by a tall standing redwood fence that ran around the property, and which also held wild clinging vines that had overgrown it over the course of the years. Sitting there on that couch, we were safe from prying eyes, and reasonably safe from ever being caught.

The moment we sat down, Tracy removed her blouse or sweater almost immediately. It was almost a given. Another sign that Tracy had changed in more ways that I could have ever possibly known. And it was on this particular night, that we advanced our sexual explorations in a near gigantic leap again, something of which caught me totally by surprise, but not at all un- welcomed.

As I sat there on the couch, Tracy standing in front of me, I watched her pull the sweater over her head, and as was usually the case, unclasp her bra as well. I anticipated her to then sit down next to me, where I would begin anew the discovery of her breasts all over again. This time however, I sat there watching as she reached down, and slowly began unzipping the zipper on her jeans. Before I knew it, she had shucked these off and was now standing there wearing only the thinnest briefest pair of panties that I had ever seen, anywhere, anytime. The faint dark patch of her pubic hair was clearly evident beneath the fabric, and I felt my cock immediately begin to throb and harden beneath my own jeans.

"Stand up David," she had spoken to me saying. And I felt her reach out, holding my hands and lifting me up off the couch. In the next instant, I felt her unbuckling my belt, and then likewise, unzip my own zipper. Once this was done, I quickly stepped out of my Levi's carefully ensuring their close proximity to me lest we have to make a hasty and quick get-a-way. We stood then, facing one another, she in those soft silky-like sheer panties, and me, in cotton briefs with a very noticeable and hardly concealed bulge clearly in evidence. I felt her hand sneak under the waistband of my shorts, and felt her hot fingers touch me for the first time. She toyed with my cock inside my pants, not stroking it really, but fondling and exploring it, a sensation, which quickly had me climbing the walls. I soon reached down, and though I did not attempt to slip my fingers down inside her panties, I did begin to trace the outline of her pussy slit with my finger. The softness of each was wonderfully and excitingly explored. I felt her wetness seeping through the material of her panties and realized perhaps for the first time that women leaked too, just as my own cock did when I played with it, producing that nice slippery bit of pre-cum that I used to further tease and delight myself with.

Tracy's soft moaning as I stood there stroking her like that soon had her up to a feverish pitch.

"Oh David, that feels so good. You...feel so good to me too. Your cock is so hard, so warm, and so exciting!"

I don't remember our removing our underwear, but we did. All I do remember is suddenly sitting down on the couch, side by side, mutually masturbating one another. The way she played with my cock was so different than the way I did. But the fact that she was was far more stimulating to me than anything I could have done to pleasure myself at that very moment anyway. She was clumsy, and tentative, but she was also bold and uninhibited as she toyed with me, explored me, and pushed pulled or twisted the skin of my aching prick. I am sure I was equally showing my inexperience as well. I had no concept, or knowledge if she ever played with herself either.

I think then, that it was a "given" that most boys did, but the concept of a girl, or woman doing that to her self was rarely if ever really discussed. Yet, somehow I knew that she must have, and she guided me, showing me where and how to do it, just the way it felt best, and I immediately had the impression that she was showing me, teaching me, the way she liked for it to feel, the way she liked doing it to herself when she masturbated alone in her bed at night. And I wondered then, how often had we done so together? How many nights had I lay in my own bed at home, jerking off thinking about her, and Tracy, likewise at home in her own bed, playing with her own pussy, and (hopefully) thinking about me too.

These thoughts had gotten me far more excited than I had ever anticipated being. Not to mention sitting here looking at her completely nude for the first time, my fingers and hands running up and down her wet slit, and touching and caressing her clitoris, though I am not sure I knew exactly where it was, only that I was doing something right. Being a virgin, she had told me NOT to try and put my finger inside her, so I didn't. But whatever I was doing to her slit, to her lips, to her clitoris was obviously bringing pleasure to her.

And unfortunately, it was bringing additional pleasure to me as well. So in combination of what her hand had been doing to my cock and the sensations I was enjoying in touching her, I found myself losing control, far more quickly that expected, and someone embarrassingly so as I felt the beginning of the cum warning in my balls start to sound off, but before I could stop her, before I could beg off and warn her, I felt the sperm in my balls gush forth in a premature ejaculatory release of surprised pleasure and ecstasy.

"Ah shit!" I exclaimed. Both in alarm, as well as in uncontrollable climax as I jettisoned stream after stream of thick white cum. Tracy continued stroking me however, obviously expecting and anticipating it. She cupped the palm of one hand over the top of my spurting prick in an unsuccessful attempt to prevent too much of my spunk from falling someplace where it might be noticeable, or reveal to anyone who might see it, and realize what it had been that we'd been doing out here. Tracy's hands were covered in my gooey-sticky cream, and she then began to massage the cum lotion into her breasts. I watched her rub it in almost to the point where it was actually absorbed entirely by her skin, and actually felt a little tingle, and a little throb of reawakened interest begin in my now flaccid cock.

But the sound of the front gate opening soon had us scurrying for our clothing. Too late even for Tracy to get inside and pretend that she had been there all along as well. Our only option was to hide out momentarily until the coast was clear, and then to slip away around the other side of the house, climb over the fence near her bedroom window, and then sneak off down the street and back to the school where my car sat waiting for us.

As we sat hiding behind a stack of large boxes, we watched as the lights in the kitchen came on. Moments later the silhouette of Tracy's mother passed by the curtained window. She was headed towards the back door!

We both ducked down behind the boxes, my heart was beating harder than I ever imagined that it could. At that moment I was more scared and afraid than I'd ever been before in my entire life. I was only slightly more comforted by the fact it was her mother and not her father that was about to come out the door.

The carport light came on flooding the area. But hidden as we were, still concealed behind the stack of boxes, she'd have to walk well past the end of the couch to see us, and even then would have to purposely peer down the small little isle next to the wall of the garage to see us even then.

She did come out as far as the couch that we could hear without seeing well enough. She stopped, even called out Tracy's name, though in such a way that she wasn't really expecting an answer. And thankfully, Tracy remained silent as well and didn't answer her. I would have died personally. There was a momentary pause, she walked around to the front of the couch, and then we heard her walk swiftly away back into the house. The light once again went off, yet we remained where we were for several minutes without daring to move, or even speak. When we both felt it was safe to take off, we did so, quietly and as quickly as we could.

It wasn't until we reached my car that I realized my wallet was missing! It wasn't necessary to spend time looking for it either. We both knew where I had dropped it. Somewhere by the couch no doubt, and could only hope that it was still there, and that her mother hadn't discovered it.

I drove Tracy back home as though we were just getting back from a date. There was no way that she could go looking for it immediately, but promised that she would do so as soon as she could. Afterwards, if she found it, she would call me at home with the news.

I drove home nervous from the near discovery, yet still very much excited by the events, which had taken place there on that couch. I waited by the phone, but when it became evident by the lateness of the hour I knew she wasn't going to call, and thus retired to bed to spend a very restless and near sleepless night.

Tracy called me early that Saturday morning. Told me to come over as soon as possible. She was obviously excited. Not anxiously so, but excited enough by the sound of her voice that I was worried. After she assured me that everything was ok, and that everyone was also gone, she could tell me in person "what had happened" but couldn't do so over the phone.

I drove the few short blocks as quickly as it was possible to do. Tracy immediately took me out back "to the scene of the crime" as I saw it then, and explained what had happened.

"When I came in the house, your wallet was sitting on the kitchen counter. Mom told me she'd found it on the ground in front of the couch. She knew we'd been out there, and that's why she called out my name. She also thought we were most likely hiding someplace watching her too, and decided to go back inside and wait to see if we came in. She asked me point blank if we'd "done it"! And once I admitted that we had been outside "kissing" and such, but that we hadn't done it, and that I was still very much a virgin. After hearing that, mom simmered down."

I remember how Tracy had told me that her mother had grilled her at first, kept asking her what it was that we had been doing, how far had we gone, and kept pressing her to admit that we'd "done it". When finally she was satisfied that we hadn't gone that far, once Tracy told her mother she'd be willing to undergo a medical exam if that's what it would take to convince her and leave her alone, her mother had finally calmed down considerably.

After that, they had in fact discussed quite openly and quite candidly her mother's worries, fears and concerns. Tracy had learned from this that she had gotten pregnant with her now older brother, and had ended up getting married to a man she honestly didn't love. Tracy was shocked to hear this, but it also placed the last puzzle piece together for her as well. Her mother and father had not slept in the same bedroom for several years. And though you didn't consider the aspect of your own parents having sex, she had know with some fair amount of certainty, that hers hadn't for years, and possibly ever since her younger sister had been borne in fact. Being Catholic's her parents lived a rigid belief and lifestyle, divorce was out of the question, as was any form of birth control. So her parents opted for a home life that was anything but normal. So in some ways, this also explained Tracy's upbringing, as well as her parents obvious concerns.

Tracy stunned me however, when she told me that she had told her mother what we had done. Doing this in some weirdly bizarre way of convincing her mother that we hadn't gone any further, hadn't done anything more than this. She promised her mother that she would remain a virgin, no matter what, and that we would never again do anything in or around their property, or their house ever again. Mostly because of her mother's fear of what her father would do should he ever suspect anything, which he did anyway, and without anything ever being said or done around him to prove out those suspicions. Had he been the one to discover my wallet outside on the floor by the couch, he'd have gone ballistic. And in that we couldn't have agreed more.

After that, we never again took any risky chances at her place. But my place, right after school was something else altogether.

We continued on at a rapidly escalating pace, advancing from mutual masturbation, and 'dry-humping', to oral sex. We were both very fast learners. And learning and enjoying how to eat pussy was one of my favorites. We'd hardly get back to my place after school, and we were soon in bed enjoying a very erotic '69' with each other most of the time. The fact that we'd be graduating that same year kind of made it funny, "Nothing could be finer than to be a sixty-niner" was our slogan. And Tracy and I in our own special way were trying to live up to that one.

Eventually however, the need for Tracy to begin working grew. And with summer rapidly approaching now, and graduation just a few short weeks away, she took a job at the same mall that her mother worked at, although not at the same store. This unfortunately dug into our time together which was to be expected, since I was working as well and our schedules didn't always coincide with our being together. Needless to say we took advantage of every opportunity we had when we could. Sometimes they were simple things, naughty fun as Tracy called them. Like giving me a hand-job when I took her to work, fondling her breasts in the parking lot of the mall, or fingering her at lunch sometimes as well. But of course our best times were still spent when we were alone together, which once again included doing things on that old familiar couch in her carport.

We knew that Tracy's mother had ongoing concerns about the two of us getting more and more involved. There was still the talk and possibility of marriage of course, what our plans were after we graduated. And as that time got closer and closer, Tracy and her mother talked more and more. It appeared that her mother was becoming resigned to our activities, and had finally accepted the inevitable. Though again, Tracy was still a virgin at this time, she told me she had been thinking about "going all the way", unsure now if it really meant all that much to save her virginity for the wedding night, especially as we'd already gone this far, and were pretty much committed to one another. So now we talked about it, and the excitement grew once again that perhaps soon, when and if the opportunity was perfect and the night was special, that perhaps...we finally would!

It was on a Saturday a week or so later when I had driven over to Tracy's to wait for her to get home from work, that everything I knew, or thought I knew changed forever.

I arrived, as was usually the case a few minutes before Tracy normally got home from work. Lisa, her mother, let me in to wait for her. Again, we had no problems, and she had actually begun to loosen up quite a bit regarding my relationship with her daughter. I knew that Lisa would be going to work herself in a couple of hours. Tracy and I had already made plans around that fact, and as her father wasn't due home for several hours, it gave us a nice comfortable window to spend some erotically fun time together.

A few moments later however, the phone rang. Lisa answered it, and I could tell by the conversation that she was talking to Tracy. Soon after she hung up the phone and turned towards me.

"Tracy says she's stuck at work because someone else called in sick. They're trying to find another replacement, and as soon as they do, she'll be on her way home. She told me to tell you to stick around and not go anywhere as she's sure it won't be all that long."

Lisa offered me a coke, which I accepted, and sat down on the couch in the living room to watch TV and wait for Tracy. It just so happened that her mother's bedroom was directly down the hall, and sitting on the couch, I could easily see into the doorway. What I quickly realized however, was that a mirror on the dresser, gave a panoramic view of the entire room inside as well. It was difficult not to spy on Lisa. She was an attractive woman after all, even if she was some twenty years or more older than I was.

I sat with some difficulty, and a little guilt at being able to see her so easily undressing in her bedroom. I watched her slip out of her clothes down to her bra and panties. She put on a bathrobe, obviously getting ready to go in and take a shower in preparation for going to work. I breathed a sigh of relief, the 'show' was basically over though I had guiltily enjoyed it, and purposely focused on the TV program when Lisa emerged from her bedroom turning the corner, and headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. Moments later, I could hear the shower running. Moments after that, I heard what I thought was Lisa calling out to me. I still wasn't even sure I had heard her until she obviously opened the door and called out to me once again.

I got up off the couch, and tentatively walked around the corner and down the hall. Sure enough, there she was standing behind a crack in the bathroom door, peeking out towards me as I approached.

"David," she said. "I forgot to get a bottle of shampoo out of storage in the utility room. Would you be so kind as to run and get one for me please?"

I certainly knew exactly where it was she was telling me to go. They stored several items out in their laundry room, and I remember seeing several bath items stored there in quantity. Figuring then that this was a simple request, and with no one else around and available to retrieve a shampoo for her, I immediately left to go and get one.

A few minutes later I returned. The bathroom door was now closed however, and I could hear that Lisa was once again inside the shower. I knocked, expecting her to get out and meet me at the door where I could pass the bottle through the small opening when she did. To my surprise however, I heard Lisa ask me to come in.

I stood there momentarily surprised and once again a little unsure of what it was that she'd asked me to do. So I knocked instead. And once again, she told me to bring the bottle into the bathroom. But this time added by way of explanation, "Don't worry, you can't see anything, the shower curtain is pulled."

Still...the "thought" of actually walking into the bathroom where Tracy's mom was showering was a little unnerving. But she had said that I wouldn't be able to see anything, though even then I half hoped that I would, figuring I'd simply hand her the bottle of shampoo through the curtain or something when I walked in, and then retreat quite rapidly back outside again.

I opened the door, the steam from the hot shower already filling up the bathroom. If I were to see anything, it wasn't going to be very easy, and I knew then that I wouldn't and that all would be just as she said it would. I approached the shower curtain, bottle in hand, said something like "here" and held it out in her direction. I watched the curtain part, realizing as it did that I could see the brief silhouette of her as she stood behind the curtain. But what I wasn't prepared for as she pulled the curtain open, was her reflection in the bath-tile behind her on the wall, clearly revealing her nude body to me completely.

Her breasts were large, even larger than Tracy's perhaps. A fact that for whatever reason had gone unnoticed by me until this very moment. But the most distinct image that suddenly burned itself into my mind, was the dark thick patch of pubic hair that I was able to clearly distinguish between her legs. All this had happened of course within the span of a few seconds time, but to me, it had seemed like an eternity. I handed her the bottle of shampoo as she reached for it around the curtain; my eyes still fixed distinctly on the image that was displayed on the bathroom tiles as I did. I turned, and started to walk back towards the bathroom door.

"Sit down on the toilet," Lisa told me. "So we can have a little chat!"

It wasn't so much a request, but more like a command. And this time I felt by the tone of her voice that getting the shampoo was nothing more than a ploy in order to corner me about what Tracy and I had planned, or what we'd been up to or something. Though choosing this particular setting to do that in was certainly a little strange.

"Leave the door cracked," she had added. "So we can hear the phone ring, or the door open."

That gave me a little comfort. Though very little. I was nervous enough already sitting inside the bathroom with her, Lisa nude just behind the shower curtain, me sitting on the John, though fully dressed of course. I could just see someone coming home and finding me sitting here. That would be a hard one to explain for either one of us.

Sitting down as I had been asked however, I made sure I had one ear on any sounds coming from the inside of the house, especially the phone. The other, was only then starting to tune in to what it was that Lisa had started asking me about.

Lisa began by telling me that she and Tracy had had several long female-to-female chats about us. And though that didn't surprise me really, when she told me that Tracy had told her everything we'd been doing, that did! I honestly couldn't imagine Tracy telling her mother "everything" but then as Lisa began to share with me some of which Tracy had told her, I began to wonder. It could have been a bluff too, a way of getting me to let down my guard, so I remained very dubious and uncommitted to her questioning. Sensing this, she began getting more specific with me however, and then I couldn't help but wonder just how much Tracy really had told her mother.

"I know that the two of you care a great deal about one another." She began. "And possibly, you may even love one another, though I think you're still far too young to understand the meaning of that yet. However, I know that the two of you have been experiencing certain urges and desires for one another, and that you have grown intimate in several areas already."

Listening to Lisa tell me all this was quite worrisome, and I was beginning to feel very uneasy and alarmed that she was about to pull out the rug from under me or something by way of some threat or promise to reveal all to Tracy's father. But I began to notice a change in her accusatory tone when she began subtly asking me for more specific details of what we'd been doing so far.

"Don't get me wrong, I believe what Tracy's told me so far as being the truth, and especially that the two of you haven't engaged in sexual intercourse. But! I want to hear your side of it as well so that I can compare it to what she's told me. Then, if it matches up, I will know that I'm not being lied to, and won't feel like I have to take it any further as long as I believe I can trust the two of you."

Though she hadn't come out and said it, the implied threat was there. I didn't know if she would in fact involve Tracy's father, but I certainly didn't want to chance the risk of that either. As I sat listening to her, thinking about what my options were, I found I really didn't have any. If I failed to tell her everything, and if Tracy had, then it would look like we were trying to hide more.

"What is it you want to know?" I responded. And only then really looked up towards the shower curtain half expecting her to pop her head out to look at me. She didn't but as I continued watching her shadow behind the curtain, the outlines of her body so distinctly being shown, I couldn't help but feel a slight excitement building either as I began to get from her the type of information she was looking for.

"I want you to tell me how often that the two of you masturbated one another, where, when, and basically how often. How many times have you orally satisfied each other? Everything basically, from the beginning."

She obviously hadn't left any room for maneuvering that was for sure. And so I began, sitting there on the toilet seat, describing in fairly explicit detail our encounters, from the first day inside my car when Tracy first allowed me to see and play with her breasts. Including the time when we'd first seen one another naked on the night in which she had discovered my missing wallet.

It was while I was sitting describing all this to her that I continued looking at and almost through the shower curtain. What had appeared to me initially as her continuance of washing herself, suddenly appeared to be much more than that. I suddenly noticed that she seemed to be spending an inordinate amount of time washing between her legs, which is what she at first appeared to be doing. But as I continued to describe some of our more intimate sessions spent together, our marathon "69" encounters at my place after school, I saw that Lisa was continuing to wash herself "down there" for long periods of time. In fact, that's about all she was doing.

I became excited, wondering. Was she in fact masturbating in the shower while I was sitting here telling her all this? No. She couldn't possibly be doing that; it had to be my over active imagination. I continued however, still keeping a careful and watchful ear for the phone, or the sound of the front door opening, anything. But wondering as well if what I had now begun to suspect were true, began to get a little more explicit in my visualization to her. At one point, I thought I actually heard her moan, though with the sound of the water covering most everything else, I couldn't be exactly sure of that. One thing I was becoming sure of however was that she wasn't just washing. Not constantly like she had been anyway. Finally, she semi confirmed what I had begun to suspect.

"Do you enjoy licking my daughters pussy?" She suddenly asked me.

And her question nearly caught me by surprise. I had to think for a moment but then finally responded to her.

"Why do you ask that?" I questioned back.

I saw her stop doing whatever it was that she was doing. And thought I had gone too far, felt momentarily that I had now put her into an uncomfortable corner, and that this discussion would suddenly come to a screeching halt, and I realized I didn't really want that to happen, not yet anyway.

Lisa paused for a moment longer before she answered. "The reason I asked is because most men would only do that because they felt they had too, especially if they were involved in orally pleasuring one another simultaneously. I was just wondering if you honestly did enjoy doing it, I'd hate to think that you were like most men, and that Tracy might one day find herself married to a man that was only doing it in order to get his own pleasure from it as well."

Somehow I felt that she had just described her own situation to me in so many words.

"No, it's not like that at all between us. I really do enjoy doing that," I emphasized without coming out and saying that I enjoyed eating out her daughter's cunt.

"Do you enjoy what she does to you then? Equally as well?" And I watched as she asked me that, as she once again continued to begin 'washing' herself in the same manner as she had been doing previously.​