Chapter 8: Bewilderment

While I fumbled in my locker for books, Jasmine whispered in my ear, “Forty-Seven days until Christmas vacation.”

I turned around and faced her. Jasmine’s long shirt hugged her round tits and hips. It looked like a short dress on her—nothing but sexy, tan legs sticking out the bottom. I loved no school uniform day. My dick reacted with a thump, while my mind wished she was ugly. If Jasmine had terrible breath, pimples all over her face, or something that I could dislike about her, that would make it easier not to be attracted to her.

Jasmine took me by my shoulders and switched places with me. She stood with her back to my locker and pulled me close. “Joe, I need you to help me with Stacy. I can’t explain everything now, and I don’t know when, but Stacy needs a good lay. A stiff dick. She thinks she’s in love with me, and as much as I love doing her, I don’t want a girlfriend. You have to help me.”

Jasmine gripped my ass with both hands and pulled my groin into hers. She put her open mouth over mine and let her tongue dive in. My dick stiffened as my hands slipped under her shirt. I searched for underwear or even a thong, but I only found her glorious flesh. “My, oh my, you didn’t?”

Jasmine moved her face back. I said, “You bad girl.” My face spelled out my utter amazement for the girl’s seductive nature. She had power over me, and she knew it.

Jasmine’s expression was that of someone who knew she could break me like cheap china. I wanted to hate her, but the truth was, I was crazy about Jasmine. She melted me with a look or a touch, and she always left me amazed at how special she was. That is if she wasn’t crazy?

“Remember, you have to help me.” As Jasmine walked away, she lifted the back of her skirt just far enough so I could see the round bottom of her ass peeking out.

There aren’t words to describe the impact of that sexual creature on a teenage boy’s mind. Of course, the effect on my cock could easily be measured. I limped off to class, hoping nobody would notice. I want to hate her.

I was so horny the rest of the day that I would have beat off at school if it wasn’t for “Whackin’ Willy.” Poor guy got caught two years ago, and even though most of us don’t know him, we all still talk about it.

I wondered why Jasmine hadn’t used the time at the Halloween party to work something out with Stacy and me? The party was a disappointment for me. I guess my excitement and expectations were so high that I was doomed to be let down. But, I never expected to have been abandoned by Stacy and Jasmine. I sat on the couch, mostly by myself, realizing that I was still just a freshman. Although, I did have a great time trick or treating with the girls, especially Jasmine. The time helped me to feel like I knew her a little bit better.

After school that day, I was getting the mail, and I heard Susan. “Joe, come here.” Susan sounded excited as she headed toward me. We met halfway between my house and hers. We spontaneously held hands and almost kissed before we awkwardly separated. It was so frustrating having to deny our natural tendencies. There is nothing more influential than the power of first love. The undeniable desire to touch, hold hands, and kiss lasts for weeks. I always made fun of my friend because he never let go of his girlfriend’s hand. They acted like they needed to cling to each other lest they lose each other. Now, I knew how that felt, except I could rarely hold my girl openly.

“My mother took Buster to have his nuts cut off!” Susan’s words caused me to cross my legs and wince, but it was Jasmine I felt sorry for.

“Why is she doing that?” I tried not to let my face give any indication of my true feeling for Buster’s loss.

Susan’s silly smile told much of the story before she opened her mouth. “I heard her say, ‘Damn it, what is wrong with this dog? Every time I layout, he is shoving his nose in my crotch.’ I laughed, picturing Jasmine and Buster.”

“She has to pick him up tomorrow after school. Can you come over?” Susan shuffled her feet like a nervous kid, while her face painted a picture of a plotting bad girl.

I answered quickly, “Na, I have some homework I’d better do.” Susan whacked me and told me to be there at four-thirty.

“Hey, what about your dad, where has he been?” I’d rather get caught by Mrs. Davis than Mr. Davis.

Susan seemed to be blowing off my question as she said something over her shoulder while running off. Oh well, as long as he doesn’t show up tomorrow.

The next afternoon, Susan answered the door in a skort that looked like her school uniform. I knew it was too short for that, so she must have rolled it up at the top under her shirt. It looked hot, but I exercised self-control for now. Fucking her in the doorway wouldn’t be cool. Make love to her, I corrected myself, not fuck.

When Susan told me to sit on the couch, it suddenly felt strange being alone with her in the house. I looked at the carpet and pictured my face smashed into her mother’s pussy. I was sitting right where her mother spread her legs for me and told me to cum on her. “Let’s get a drink.” I got up and headed for the kitchen, shaking off the memories.

When Susan stretched for a can of soda, only a tiny little bit of material hid her ass. I got behind her and ran my fingertips up the inside of her thighs. She sighed and pushed her butt back.

As my hands reached the bottom edge of the skort, I turned my palms upward. “Ooh, this is a skirt. Oh, you’re so bad.” My dick skyrocketed as my hands found a naked butt. I fondled it, ready to fuck her right there facing into the opened refrigerator.

“Slow down, Joe. We have plenty of time.” She closed the door without a drink.

I forced her against the door in a kiss that was already beyond foreplay. I wanted to calm down, go slow, but the young girl’s stimulating nature drove me crazy. The girl was so much, in such a tiny package, it was almost impossible to accept her age. Susan’s passion, her capacity for love, and her maturity surpassed all the girls I knew who were older.

Susan broke off our lip embrace and opened the freezer. She looked in and then looked back at me, catching me eyeballing her ass. “You like orange or cherry? Never mind.” Susan grabbed the cherry ice pop and removed the paper as she closed the freezer door.

I pulled a chair away and set Susan’s ass on the edge of the table. Her skirt covered little. I sat on the chair and gazed at the sexy little butt cheeks that overlapped the tabletop. Her pussy mound was covered with a thin layer of pubic hair. It wasn’t peach fuzz anymore, but it still didn’t seem like a bush. It was wonderful. Susan had matured so much since that first time I touched her in my attic. It had only been a few months, but so much had happened and changed.

Susan opened her legs and placed her feet on my shoulders. She worked her mouth over the tip of a cherry popsicle. I watched her lips turn red. They were a seductive pair of lips, indeed.

I kissed my way down the inside of her thigh. I wanted to force my tongue as far inside her body as possible, taste her sweet juices, and feel her body jerk in orgasm, but I made myself go slow, let the excitement build for my lover. I teased every inch of flesh from the back of her knees to her ass cheeks with kisses, licks, and nibbles. Her two perfectly smooth pussy lips trembled, but I didn’t touch them. They parted when Susan opened her leg position, but I still didn’t touch them. I wanted to hear my girl ask, even beg to have her pussy eaten.

A groan escaped Susan’s throat as she tentatively touched her cherry pop to the nub of skin that hid her clit. Red juice trickled along the line of tender flesh. My tongue savored the sweet liquid while parting the two puffy mounds of labia.

I took the popsicle away from Susan, opened her lips, and touched the icy tip to her exposed bud. The girl’s hands tried to come to the rescue, but I got my tongue in there first, warming her chilled nub. While sucking and licking the swelling bud, I slid the frozen cherry probe along the length of her parted lips. My tongue followed after, enjoying the mixture of Susan’s excitement and cherry. Susan’s natural zest easily overpowered the artificial flavor.

I quickly and forcefully circled her clit. Her fingers clamped down on the edge of the table, and her legs kicked. I shoved the ice dildo inside her quivering hole, and Susan’s legs slammed shut on my head. The popsicle squirted out. I forced my face in and covered the frostbitten hole with my mouth, shoving my tongue deep. Susan was so wet, and juicy, and open for me. I stuffed more tongue inside and sucked up as much of her as I could get.