Wild Days

Chapter One

 

 

 

My parents handed me a twenty dollar bill when they left for the cottage, and told me to stay out of trouble. This was the first time they'd left me alone for an entire weekend and I was determined not to disappoint them. Rather than go out with friends on Friday night, I stayed home to watch TV, then early to bed with the alarm clock set and up at the crack of dawn. I began mowing the lawn and was finished well before ten o'clock. It felt good to be responsible. I took a long, hot shower, paying particular attention to my eager young cock. I didn't jerk off, but I wanted to.

The doorbell rang just as I stepped out of the bath tub. Everyone in town seemed to know my parents and sister had gone to the beach, and I assumed the visitor was one of my friends. I wrapped a casual towel around my waist and walked to the front door.

Water was still running off of my chest as I pulled the door open to find myself face to face with Susan. She was supposed to be with my sister for the weekend, but her outfit exposed so much more flesh than it covered that I didn't care. Her fifteen-year-old Teeny Bopper body was clad in a skin tight halter and the most minuscule short-shorts I've ever seen.

Susan is a tall slender blond with long luscious legs, a tight sculptured ass, pear shaped breasts, hazel eyes and she's every bit as beautiful as any model. For two years I'd watched her change from a pretty girl-child into one of the sexiest girl-women on earth. Several months ago she began to suntan with my sister on a regular basis and watching her became an obsession. Until you've seen her bikini-clad body glowing in the sun you haven't seen anything.

She usually untied her top to avoid tan lines, and often forgot (or pretended to forget?) that the cloth was not fastened around her. On more than one occasion she had shown her naked breasts in their entirety. I'm not ashamed to admit the sight of her inspired me to jerk-off. I'd rather jerk-off looking at her in a bikini than some babe in a magazine. Yes, I've sent my jizz flying over many center-folds whose subjects couldn't hold a candle to her. You can imagine my delight at finding her on the front porch.

My sixteen-year-old, sex-starved penis reacted like a cobra preparing to strike, throbbing and quivering against the towel as it filled with blood. First it tried to bound straight up but the weight of the fabric was too great. It made a noticeable tent and Susan's eyes widened when she noticed.

I was in pain, yet too embarrassed to reach down and adjust myself. After several agonizing seconds my straining cock rolled to one side, escaped the towel and sprang straight up. My seven inches must have been more spectacular than I thought, because Susan gasped.

"Sorry, I thought you were Paul." The towel began to slip and I reached down to hold it in place. It would have been pointless to try to hide my erection behind my hands at that point, yet I didn't want to lose the last remnant of modesty and rewrapped the towel tightly.

Susan looked into my eyes, her expression one of delicious amusement. She had me, and she knew it. "Is this how you greet my brother?"

"No! I mean Yes. No. I just got out of the shower, damn it, and... Oh, never mind. What are you doing here anyway? You're supposed to be at the beach with my sister!"

"Last night I decided not to go and called Mary. Didn't she tell you?" Susan glanced down. Her eyes seemed to stare through the towel. They lingered for a few moments, sizing me up before looking back up to my eyes.

"No, she didn't. But why would she tell me that you weren't going with her? What difference would it make to me?" A thousand wild thoughts raced at a million miles an hour through my mind. Everything this beautiful creature did was important to me, and only I knew it.

"Normally she probably wouldn't; but I asked her to tell you I was coming over. I left my bikini here yesterday and I need it back. I guess she forgot."

"I guess she did."

It seemed that my state was also effecting Susan. Her nipples were large and swollen, straining like plump, ripe cherries under the halter. I yearned for the moment when I could touch and indulge myself in their excitement. Somehow, someday, I would overcome my apprehension. For now, the sight and my thoughts were enough.

My eyes boldly traced her chest, past the flat expanse of her tummy, and came to a rest between her thighs. The fabric was stretched taut; a faint crease limned the outline of her pussy lips.

It was clear that she wore no panties. The pulsing cock under my towel wished it were the fabric wedged against her tender labia. I wondered if she was as wet as I was horny.

"Well?"

"Well what?" I jumped and looked away from her crotch, feeling ashamed of my thoughts.

"Well?" The music of her fragile voice brought me back from never-never land. Susan giggled. The fact that I had been consuming her with my eyes seemed not to bother her. "Can I come in and get my bikini?"

"Oh. Uh, sure." I stepped aside.