Dear Reader, in part five, we saw our couple take the biggest step yet in their relationship.
In part six below, we see the real-world crash Niki and Bill’s lives.
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The last week passed in a whirlwind of finals for Niki while I moped around the house trying not to dwell on the future. We managed to squeeze in a few love-making sessions in the evenings, which was a great stress reliever for both of us. It was Friday evening, Niki’s last day of school, and we had just finished some celebration sex when a call came in from Heather.
It was a bit nerve-wracking since we were both naked in Niki’s bed as she answered her cell. Would Heather be able to tell something was different? I needn’t have worried. Heather was calling to report the sad news that her mom had died an hour ago and her long suffering was finally over. Niki held up well, having anticipated this call for weeks.
“Mom says she'll be home a week from tomorrow. She has to arrange a funeral and wants me to fly out next week to attend. I’m sad, but maybe not as sad as I thought I’d be. But my head is full of all these feelings, and it’s a little overwhelming.”
We lay back down, and I took her into my arms, cradling her against my body. We just held each other, not saying a word. But soon I felt her trembling and warm tears on my cheek as she succumbed to her grief and cried for her dead grandmother and perhaps a little bit for us.
Saturday dawned sunny and bright and with school out for summer, I wanted to celebrate and hopefully lift Niki’s mood. As a treat, I took Niki and her girlfriends out for a nice dinner at a popular Mexican restaurant. We all had a great time with plate-loads of different Mexican treats and a pitcher of sangria for myself. For the girls, it was virgin cocktails all around, and Becca decided to make a toast.
“Here’s to making it through another year of academics and sports and school romances. And our little group all being lucky enough to have been invited to prom.” She paused, looking each of her friends in the eye before saying, “Hopefully, we all left our dates with blue balls and kept our chastity intact as we saved ourselves for junior year. I raise my virgin drink to our virgin gaggle of hotties and want you to all know I love you!”
I saw Niki look at me around the side of her glass as she toasted to her virginity. Raising the drink to her lips, she sipped and then favored me with her secret smile. Our relationship remained private and, hopefully, would stay that way.
Back at home that night, Niki was restless. Her mom would arrive in a few days, and I imagined she was stressed out about all the changes that were coming. Even under normal circumstances, after several months of living in another house, there’d be an adjustment back to normal life with her mom. And these, of course, had been anything but normal circumstances. Maybe she was feeling a little scared about keeping our secret, or maybe it was knowing our time together was ending. Regardless, she was pacing like a caged tigress.
“A penny for your thoughts,” I offered for what might be the last time.
“Ugh!” she hollered. “I’m getting sick of that line! Can’t you come up with something from this century?”
“Sorry, babe. What’s on your mind? Can I help in any way?”
“No! You can’t help. No one can help. Mom is coming home, I’ll have to leave, and all our fun will have to stop. You have a fix for that?”
Warning Will Robinson. Minefield ahead!
“I understand honey, I really do. But I promise you that with time you’ll be able to focus on other stuff and look forward to your future. And don’t forget, your mom is going to need you for a while. You know what it’s like to lose a parent. It’s not any easier for her just because she’s older.”
She looked startled at my comment. “Stupid me! I forgot how much mom must be hurting. Here I am being selfish, and I forgot that mom will be sad when she comes home. It will be a lot to handle, helping mom with her grief while I mourn a loss I can’t even tell her about. Life sucks!”
“You’re not stupid in the least, nor are you being selfish. It would be a lot to handle for anyone, especially for a girl your age. And don’t forget, your mom and I are friends, so I will be there to help support both of you as long as you want me to.”
That seemed to calm her a bit and she headed off to her room to listen to music. I felt like we had dodged a bullet, but that the clip still had plenty of rounds left to fire. I flipped on the TV, hoping that she would eventually join me for what had become a rare occurrence lately, our foot massage. I waited for about an hour before I heard her raised voice coming from the bedroom. Within minutes, she came storming out and flopped on the sofa. But a foot massage was the last thing on her mind.
“Sounded like you were upset with someone,” I said.
“Yeah, my mom and I got into an argument. She just told me that while she was out with grandmom, she started seeing this guy.” She grabbed one of the throw pillows, pulling it tightly to her chest. “That made me mad because my dad has only been gone for a few years. She tried to calm me down, but I just got madder. Part of it was me being mad at myself for not wanting to share her with anyone else. You know how it is.”
“Ouch! I know that was tough to hear. And all that on top of everything else you’re dealing with. But I know you know that your mom deserves another chance at love. Everyone needs to have that opportunity to be happy again.”
“Of course you’re right. I know that. But why does she get to be with the man she wants, but I can’t be with you? Wait, don’t answer. I know it’s a stupid question. Just ignore me; I’m being a bitch.”
“Well, bitchy or not,” I said as soothingly as I could, “you have every right to be flustered by the news since it impacts you too. But just be cool about it for now and see how things develop. Your mom met this guy a thousand miles from home, and what are the odds he would even follow her here? That’s a big ask for anyone.”
“Listen,” she replied, “let’s drop the subject. I came out here for another reason.”
“Fine by me. What’s on your mind?”
“I have all of this emotion and energy boiling inside me. It’s a lot of stuff, including Becca’s stupid comment today about us all being virgins. I mean, she’s the one who said she’d done sex before, and now she comes clean? And there I sat with my lover three feet from me, having to keep my face blank and not give anything away.”
She twisted in her seat to look directly at me. “So here’s what I want. I want to fuck. I want to F. U. C. K! I don’t want to make love. I don’t want a lot of foreplay or to cuddle afterward. I want to fuck your hard cock and flush out all of my anger. Can you do that for me?”
Gee, let me think. “Of course, Niki, I’ll do whatever you ask. Fucking is a great way to relieve stress, and like I said a few weeks back, it’s the flip side of the same coin.”
“Thanks,” she said almost demurely for such an explosive topic, “can we do it now?”
I stood over where she sat and hoisted her from the sofa. She was light as a feather, and I lifted her easily and walked rapidly to my bedroom. There, I threw her on the bed and stripped off all of my clothes, throwing them to the floor.
“You want to be fucked?” I said with a deep growl. “Well, then strap in for the ride of your young life.”
She looked a bit frightened, never having seen this side of me before. But her eyes were bright with interest, wondering how this would play out. My erection was already at half-mast, anticipating what was about to happen. I jumped on the bed next to her and tugged off her sneaks and socks, leaving her barefoot. She started to unbutton her shorts.
“No!” I almost yelled. “I will undress you when I see fit. For now, you just lie there and follow directions!”
She immediately halted movement as she tried to grapple with her emotions. I could see she was wondering if this was such a good idea and perhaps how she might call it off. But I didn’t give her time to think. I grabbed her naked foot in my hands and began massaging and kissing it. Up and down her foot I kissed, suckling her toes and rubbing her sole with my thumbs.
“Young lady, we haven’t had many foot massages lately, and I miss them!”
I continued to rub and massage both feet until I could see she had relaxed a bit. Lying down next to her, I took her face in my hands and kissed her hard on the lips. Without waiting, my tongue forced past her teeth, caressing her mouth from the inside. She liked this and soon was holding on to me with both hands, pulling me closer.
My hands caressed her body as we continued to kiss. I massaged down her back and over her tight, firm ass, squeezing her cheeks through the thin fabric of her shorts. Sliding my hand over her hip, I dipped it between her thighs, forcing them open. Fingers tickled her crotch, forcing her shorts into the cleft of her pussy. Covering her mound with my palm, I gently squeezed, forcing a moan from her lips as she begged me to remove her clothing. Soon my love, soon…
Moving my hand upward, I slid under her shirt, feeling the smooth warm skin of her stomach. Fingertips tickled her belly button before moving along to the edge of her bra, pausing to rub her nipples through the sheer fabric. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing sped up, anticipating my next move. Slipping under the elastic band of her bra, my hand made full contact with her warm breast and squeezed.
The squirming of her body told me she was enjoying the massage, but she had asked for minimal foreplay, so this needed to be brief. Sliding my hand across both bare breasts, I rubbed her nipples and pinched, feeling them get even harder. Satisfied, I moved quickly down to the waistband of her shorts, slipping my hand underneath her panties, seeking her private place. My fingers slid across her baby smooth pussy, finding her soft lips. I dipped my fingertips into her velvet crease, feeling the wetness and heat, and I knew she was ready.
“Okay, love. You wanted to fuck, so get ready,” I said, using my most sinister voice.
“Can I take off my clothes now?“ she asked tentatively. “My panties are soaking wet and my juices are dripping down my ass crack.”
“I will undress you,” I said forcefully. “Now raise your arms over your head.”
I pulled off her shirt and she lay before me in just a pretty lavender bra and jogging shorts. I allowed a few seconds to drink in the view before unclasping her bra and slipping the dainty garment off her shoulders. No matter how often I saw her breasts, it was always a heart-stopping moment. They are the perfect size and shape for her body and so youthfully firm and supple. And the contrast of her puffy, darkened areolas and pinkish nipples always made me rock hard.
Seizing the opportunity, I leaned over, taking her nipple into my mouth. My warm, wet tongue moved from nipple to nipple, caressing each as she moaned and gyrated her hips. Both nipples were fully erect now and hard enough to cut diamonds. With the gentlest of touches, my teeth bit each nipple, just enough to cause slight pain. We were nearing the moment of truth.
Moving down to her abdomen, I grabbed the elastic waistband of her jogging shorts and pulled them off her hips and down her long legs, tossing them to the floor. Before me, Niki lay on full display, dressed only in the tiniest of sheer white G-string panties. The fabric had become nearly transparent from all the juices flowing from her pussy. I couldn’t help but pause to admire the stunning view of this sexy teen.
Through her panties, I could easily see her labia and even a bit of darkening around her clitoral hood. And of course, the striking red fuzzy landing strip extending upward from under her G-string. Cupping my hand over her wet mound, I massaged, using my thumb to tease her clitoris. Niki was now thrusting her hips, trying to increase the pressure from my hand, but I kept backing off, maintaining the lightest of contact.
“Bastard!” I heard her moan through pursed lips.
That was my cue. With one sudden motion, I grabbed the edge of her panties and ripped them off her body. The fabric tore easily, with the thin string waistband breaking first, allowing me to pull the entire garment out from between her legs. Now Niki was completely nude, and I could see how engorged her labia had become from all the stimulation. Even her inner lips, which normally were small, seemed to have swelled enough to peek out of her cleft.
“Oh!” I heard her exclaim in surprise. “That felt fucking nasty!”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” I growled back at her. “It makes me horny as all fuck.”
By now, my cock was so hard you could have balanced a boulder on it.
“Open your legs for me, baby girl. Time to fuck!”
Her legs spread wide, bare feet hovering in the air. My body moved between them, roughly pushing her thighs farther apart. I grabbed my shaft and rubbed the head along the cleft of her pussy, the warmth and wetness sending shivers through my body. Pre-cum mingled with Niki’s juices, making the entrance to her vagina slippery and ready for me.
Without waiting, I thrust my hips and pushed my cockhead into her tight, hot fuckhole. Her vagina became distended as it stretched to accommodate the fat dome of my glans. Seeing her vagina engulfing my cock was so erotic that I had to force myself to slow down. As my cockhead slipped fully inside her, I immediately felt the welcoming, warm squeeze.
“Ahhhh, I love this part,” she whispered.
But this was just the appetizer. Tonight was going to be different. Using short strokes, I rubbed my glans in and out of her tight hole, never going farther in than an inch or two. While this small motion felt fantastic to me, Niki wanted more. Every time I pulled back out, she complained.
“You’re killing me! I want you inside my pussy. Why do you keep pulling it out?”
“Patience, my love,” I said very softly, “the best part is about to happen.”
I continued my shallow stroking for another minute before pulling out completely. This was difficult to do as every fiber of my body was begging to bury my cock to the hilt. And I knew she wanted the same, so the next part had to happen quickly.
“Okay,” I said loudly, “I want you to get up, turn around, and get on your hands and knees with your ass facing me.”
She did as I asked, but her movements were very slow, almost as if she were reluctant to comply.
“Listen, I know I said I wanted it rough tonight. But I don’t think I’m in the mood for anal, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Nope, not anal. Tonight, I’m going to fuck you doggy style. I assume you know what that is?”
“Sort of,” she said with some hesitation. “I think I’ve seen it online where the guy enters the girl from behind?”
“Yes, exactly right. This position allows the man’s cock to go even deeper and has the added benefit of freeing my hands up to roam around your body. Since the angle is reversed, the sensation can be very different. Now lower your head to the bed and stick your ass up in the air.”
As she got into position, I smacked her butt cheek hard before leaning in and kissing the same spot. Pleasure and pain. With her ass in the air, I was presented with an entirely new view. The tight pucker of her anus pointed almost upward, while the wet crease of her sex was perfectly level with my throbbing cock. I grabbed my shaft and rubbed my cockhead up and down her slippery, warm folds. Her pussy caressed my glans like warm honey, sending little jolts of electricity through my body. Positioning the tip against her vagina, I pushed forward, burying half my length into her heat with a single stroke.
Normally, I would pause at this point, letting her vaginal muscles adjust to the intrusion. But tonight we were fucking, so I pushed again until most of my cock was buried deep inside her. I felt my glans bump up against her rubbery cervix, and my shaft was assaulted with pleasure from all sides. She was still as tight and warm and wet as any pussy I had ever fucked and had death visited me at that moment, it would have taken a happy man.
