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Chapter 2: Back at home
By the time we had gotten back to her mother’s house Paige was asleep. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed. The idea of taking her to bed was on my mind all the way. We would have the house to our selves for the next two days, so we could have gotten away with it. After what we had already done in the car, it wouldn’t have mattered.
Crazy kid kept telling me she wanted us to run away together and get married. “It must be legal somewhere,” she said. “Don’t you wanna?”
“Sure I do!” I said. I kept telling her the things she wanted to hear. She might not remember any of this tomorrow. That would be best.
After she nodded off, I kept thinking of the things she’d said. “Are you gonna take me home and fuck me, or what?” “Let’s run away together.” ” We could get married and live together forever.” “We could sleep together, and make sweet, sweet love every night.”
I looked over at Paige and saw her beautiful, young face appear and disappear as the street lamps flashed past her car window. She looked more and more like her mother with each passing glimpse.
I thought back to when I first met Sarah. We were in high school. She was a senior and I was a sophomore. I had admired her from afar since I had first laid eyes upon her. When I first saw her I didn’t realize she was a senior, being that she was so small and looked so young. Had I known she was a senior I would probably never have approached her, thinking I would have never had a chance with an “older woman”.
I remembered that day in the library when I saw her reading “The Old Man and the Sea”. I sat down beside her and said, “So, you like Hemingway?”
“This is the first thing of his I’ve read,” she replied. “Required reading.”
I remembered suggesting “A Farewell to Arms.” We talked and laughed, till we got kicked out of the library and I fell in love. I remembered her tiny little voice and her cute little giggle. I asked her out to a movie, and she accepted. I think it was “The Good-Bye Girl”, she picked the movie. We went out two more times before I introduced her to Carl. That fateful night I got Sarah into the back seat of Carl’s Mustang. I got into her pants and it was over in a flash. That was all she wrote. Carl was older. It was his Mustang. They seemed more suited for one another, and soon escort bostancı they were dating.
My feelings for Sarah never changed. I loved her from that day in the library forward. I stepped aside for my big brother, but I would have taken his place in a heart-beat.
I kept waiting for Sarah to realize that it was me that was better for her, it was me that she really loved. And although she later gave me the impression that was how she felt, as well, she got pregnant and married my brother, right out of high school. They met in March and in November they presented the world with Paige Alexandra McConnell, the second most incredible creature I had ever beheld.
I recalled the times that Carl was working double shifts to make extra money and Sarah was convinced he was cheating on her. I knew better, but I would baby-sit with little Paige while Sarah drove around to all the bars looking for Carl. She would come home and we would sit and talk. I would assure her that everything was going to be alright. I could have easily cast aspersions on Carl and lead her to believe that he was cheating and I should be her man. But that’s not me. If Sarah would have wanted me, it would have to be on better terms.
I thought back to when Paige was just a little kid, which seemed like only yesterday. I remembered the times right after Carl died, how important I became to Sarah and Paige. I gave up an opportunity to go to Seattle and take that IT job that I had worked to get for so long. Family was more important. I never regretted it. I tried to give them all the support I could.
I remembered all those late nights, holding Sarah as she cried over Carl, helping her with her car and the house and the bills, trying to do all the things a man should do for her. Hoping all the while that she might recognize me as the man she needed and wanted.
All this passed through my mind on that five mile car trip. That and the memory of that fabulous blow-job that my incredibly gorgeous little niece had just given me.
The idea of sleeping with Paige was driving me mad. Or was it the idea of sleeping with her mother, and Paige was a substitute. The perfect substitute. I was relieved that she had fallen asleep. Once I got Paige home, I couldn’t get her to wake up, so I carried her into the house and up to ümraniye escort her room.
I gently placed her on her bed and admired her youthful beauty for a moment. Her face was angelic. Her breasts rose and fell rhythmically. Her stomach was tan and firm, with that little diamond stud in her navel sparkling in the ribbon of light that streamed through her window. Her jeans were so tight, they couldn’t have been comfortable. I un-buttoned them, pulled the zipper down, and paused as she sighed.
I hesitated before deciding to take them off. I questioned my own motives. Was I doing this for her comfort, or for my own pleasure. It was for her, I assured myself. As I began to tug the waist down, she raised her hips to assist me, without opening her eyes. She did let out a soft moan. Once I got the jeans off of her I had to soak in her beauty again.
She lay there in just her little belly shirt and g-string. I wanted her so badly it hurt. I was just about to cover her up and leave , when she opened her eyes, just slightly, and said, “Don’t leave me.” She found my hand and pulled it softly to her bosom. “Sleep with me.”
I leaned down and kissed her lips. Her tongue slid into my mouth. She still tasted of lip gloss, cognac, and my juices. It was delicious.
I unfastened my pants and let them fall to the floor. I crawled into her bed and hovered over her as we began to kiss again She was such a good kisser. Our mouths melted into one. I kissed across her cheek to her ear and whispered, “I love you.” Could I be falling in love with her, I wondered, or was it just lust? At that point, it didn’t matter. I had passed the point of no return.
“I love you too,” she echoed. It was the most wonderful sound I had ever heard.
I kissed down her neck, paused, and together we removed her tiny little shirt. I saw her breasts for the first time. They were perfect little mounds, with nipples that pointed straight up.I started to kiss and suck them as if they might yield the very milk of life. I kissed her firm little belly and kept moving down. I kissed and licked my way down her thigh, to the knee and back up. Down the other thigh to the knee, I spread her legs and moved to the inner thigh. I worked my way up toward heaven.
She was moaning. She began to whisper, “Oh, Oh yes, Oh God yes.” Her voice kartal escort bayan got louder and louder, the closer I got to her sweet little snatch. I could smell the musk of her pussy. She raised her hips and slid out of her thong. I licked all around her muff. Soft, light colored hair, just barely curly. I could see it even in that faint light. I nuzzled the bridge of my nose against it and breathed in deeply. “Eat me! Eat me!” she muttered as she ran the fingers of both hands through my hair .
I spread the plump lips of her pussy and softly licked her clitoris, she drew a deep, ragged breath. I ran my tongue up and down her wet little pussy, from top to bottom until neither of us could take it any longer. I plunged my tongue in as deep as I could and explored every corner I could reach. She was moaning and crying out, “Oh my God! Oh my God!” I had never gotten that much excitement from pleasing a girl in my life.
I slid back up to her clit. It was hot, swollen and emerging from beneath it’s hood. I was able to get it between my lips and sucked it into my mouth as far as I could. I pulled it into my mouth and worked it with the tip of my tongue. I was suckling for the milk of life again. I felt the need to cum. I lifted my mouth from her hot, dripping box, and quickly kissed my was back up her body, until I was kissing her sweet lips again. I could no longer taste my juices, it was she that tasted her own. She could barely kiss, she was breathing so hard. Still she sucked and licked at my mouth greedily, between gasps.
It was then that I slid my throbbing cock inside her, slowly. Her snatch was dripping wet, hot and tight.
“Oh-ow-oh!” she cried.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked.
“Hurt me! Fuck me!” she cried.
She held her breath until it was all the way in. I had never felt such ecstasy. I pulled back and thrust forward, and again, each time all the way in. Each time she drew a deep breath, and cried “Oh-ow-oh!” She began to thrust back against each stoke, until we reached a rhythm. After only a few minutes she started to shudder and her eyes rolled back. She was cumming. I drove my member as deep into her as I could and shot my load.
I almost collapsed on her, but I fell beside her, turning her to face me, so as not to pull out. I held her close, and kissed her again. I never wanted to take my dick out of her.
“You’re my first, you know,” she whispered.
“No way,” I said. “Where’d you learn to be such a good lover?”
“You taught me,” she sighed. “Just now.”
I didn’t believe it for a minute, but it was a sweet little lie.
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