I continued my assault on her, mauling her breasts and tormenting her nipples as she writhed and trembled and sent her into another even more violent orgasm, making her flop around like a fish out of water. I let her breasts go and wrapped my arms around her to keep her from falling off the Adirondack lounger. Violent tremors went through her body for a long time as she gasped for breath. Finally, Peggy went limp, and I held her tight as her head lolled to the side.
As the minutes passed, Peggy’s breathing evened out, and I could tell she was dozing from the effects of her afterglow. I could see that she would be sporting some colorful bruises around her areolas for a few days. I also noticed that she never tried to pull her arms out from behind her back, so I knew I would have some fun with Peggy for the next few days.
I slid out from behind Peggy and stood up after ensuring she wouldn’t fall off the Adirondack lounger. I reached for my top and stopped, chuckled, and said, “What the hell,” and quickly skinned out of my swimsuit bottom, noting how it was damp from my earlier orgasm. I dove into the pool, the shock of the cool water feeling good. I surfaced and just floated on my back, my eyes closed. The contrast between the cool water on my back and the hot sun on my front made me drowsy.
I lost track of time until I heard a splash and felt the waves from someone jumping in the pool. I opened my eyes and saw Peggy grinning as she paddled up to me. I quickly stood up in the water as Peggy came up to me. When she stood up, I pulled her in, entwining my fingers in her hair and pulling her into me. Our lips mashed together as we ravaged each other’s mouths. When we broke, gasping for breath, Peggy said, “God, Ray. That was incredible.”
“You like being my bitch, bitch?”
“You know I do, Ray.”
“I expect you to be in my bed every night, bitch.”
“Of course, Ray.”
“Bring something I can tie you up with, bitch.”
I heard the hitch in Peggy’s breath and thought, “Bingo,” as I waited for her response.
“Of course, Ray.” She smiled and practically wriggled in my arms with happiness.
“Wait until the light goes out before coming, bitch.”
“Of course, Ray.”
“Now go. I have some work to do, bitch.”
“Of course, Ray.”
I reluctantly let Peggy go and watched her as she climbed out of the pool. She gathered up her book and the bits of cloth that comprised her swimsuit and headed back to her place. I watched her ass undulate until it was out of sight before I slowly climbed out of the pool, gathered up my swimsuit, towel, and sunscreen, and headed into the guest house. As much as I looked forward to tonight, I had some planning to do before then.
As she promised, I heard Peggy coming in through the door after I had turned the lights out. When she handed me the four double loops of rope, I knew we would have some fun. By the time Peggy slipped out the door and back to her place, she had proven to me that she loved being tied up and was willing to let me do whatever I wanted to her. As I drifted off to sleep, I found I was looking forward to tomorrow night …
… I invited Steph to come home with me the following week to meet my parents and brothers. Steph’s parents readily agreed and signed the permission slip for Steph to ride home with me on my bus. My parents loved Steph from the get-go; even my two older brothers seemed glad to see her. Steph quickly won them over and, over time, had Greg and Steve wrapped around her finger, not even understanding what had happened to them as Steph bossed them around.
From that point on, we took turns staying at each other’s places, eventually spending alternating weekends with each other. I was never as happy as I was now having a friend who understood me and didn’t mind having me in their life. With Steph’s encouragement, I started participating in extracurricular activities at school, including sports, which I excelled at.
After the Christmas break, we celebrated our birthdays together, both being January babies. Since our birthdays were only two days apart, we took turns celebrating them at each other’s houses. By the end of the school year, I was just as much a part of Steph’s family as Steph was a part of my family.
Over the summer, we took turns going on vacation with the other’s family. I really enjoyed my time with Steph’s parents as we went to Niagara Falls. Standing at the railing and getting wet from the spray as we watched the water pour over the falls was a thrill I’d never forget. Steph really enjoyed going with my family as we toured the Finger Lakes area, walking the gorge at Watkins Glen, seeing Taughannock Falls, Buttermilk Falls, and many other waterfalls caused by the glaciers from the last Ice Age digging out the valleys to form the Finger Lakes, which ran North/South when all of the rivers and streams ran East/West.
When school started again, we ensured that we took most of the same classes to be together even more. It wasn’t easy since Steph was taking more advanced classes than me, but I gamely worked at doing well enough in my school work to at least keep in sight of her. I was the athlete, and she was the brains of our dynamic duo. Everyone recognized that our relationship was special, and no one made anything of it.
When we reached tenth grade, I made the Varsity basketball team, and Steph was my greatest cheerleader. She even joined the cheerleading squad so she could be there to cheer me on whenever we had a game. I was in heaven, and I never wanted it to end …
… I woke up to the sun peeking around the curtains and stretched, ready for a new day. I smiled as I worked out the kinks from last night, remembering what had occurred, briefly wishing it had been Steph instead of Peggy. I quickly squelched that thought and performed my toilet before eating breakfast and planning my day. Jack was working today, so I planned to visit his apartment and check it out to see if my suspicions were valid. I pulled out my collection of master keys, meticulously put together over the years, and found the one that would open his apartment door. I also gathered up my lock pick kit in case the master key couldn’t do the job.
I drove down into West Hollywood and tooled by the garage, ensuring that Jack was working today. I saw his pickup truck in the parking lot and knew I’d be free to pay a visit to his apartment. I drove over to Melrose and parked in the apartment parking lot.
Like yesterday, there wasn’t any activity inside the building, so after ascertaining that no one would disturb me, I walked up to Jack’s apartment. I donned a pair of latex gloves and quickly unlocked the door with the master key. I was thankful I hadn’t needed to use the lock pick as I ducked inside, shutting and locking the door behind me.
I did a 360-degree turn, scanning the apartment before making a move. The lack of furnishings let me quickly go through Jack’s studio apartment. Other than a bed and a couch, the only thing else was a makeshift bookshelf with several well-worn, and one fairly new, computer language textbooks. Seeing that, I smiled, knowing my plan to get Jack to leave had a good chance of working.