(c) Copyright 1997 Deek ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted through mrdouble@airmail.net. Summer Nap By Deek It was my fifteenth summer when they came up to my room for the first time together, Gayle and Cathy. I had cut the grass that July afternoon, and then lain down to take a nap. It was Saturday, and I had been up particularly early that morning to deliver my papers and collect for them. After finishing some other chores, and the grass, and taking my shower, I was pretty well pooped. Mom was in the basement ironing clothes. I didn't have anything else I had to do until after supper; so, I went to bed for a while. I heard the girls giggling and whispering on the stairs; trying to sneak up on me, I guess. They weren't doing such a great job of it; because I wasn't really asleep yet, and they were incapable of stealth. Gayle was twelve, going on thirteen in about two weeks, and Cathy was only eleven. I remember that Gayle's birthday would be in July, because I had given her a little gift the previous year. It was a gold-plated-sterling birthstone bracelet, not very expensive, but she really seemed to enjoy it--and I noticed that she wore it almost all the time. I had bought it for my girlfriend; but then we broke up before I ever got to give it to her. Gayle had admired it one time when she was visiting me up in my room (she lived across the street and pretty much had the run of our house); so I had just made her a present of it on an impulse. Her birthday had been coming up in about a week, anyway; so I had an excuse to give it to her. Besides, you couldn't exactly give a birthstone bracelet to somebody who wasn't born that month; so she was the perfect candidate. It looked good with her jet-black hair and blue eyes. I remember feeling glad I had decided to let her have it. She certainly seemed to appreciate it; I'll say that! She had given me a kiss on the cheek and a big hug; and I remember noticing that she was starting to fill out just a little bit. She had just the beginning of little mounds the size of marshmallows where her breasts would be, and I felt them against my chest as she gave me a long hug that day - a whole year before. I hadn't really noticed, before then, that she was starting to grow up. I do remember my cock starting to rise while she was still holding me, though. Maybe it was my imagination, but I think she noticed it too. She kind of rubbed her hip against it before she finally broke away and ran downstairs to show the bracelet to her brother Bobby. He was playing cards in our kitchen with a couple of the other neighborhood kids that afternoon. But this particular afternoon, a year later, I already had my hard-on when I heard them coming up the stairs. It was in my fifteen year-old nature that, whenever I tried to take a nap or go to sleep for any reason, I started to daydream about sex, and this was no exception. I don't remember what I had been thinking about exactly, but I do remember that I had been toying with my cock with my hand under the waistband of my briefs, and that I had a raging erection when I first heard them giggling. Everything was quiet for half a minute or so; then I heard the door opening slowly, and their excited breathing as they entered the room. I guess my mom had told them that I was trying to take a nap, or they would have just bounded up the stairs as usual. I was slightly embarrassed by the hard-on, and I didn't want them to see it. So when I heard them at the door, I turned on my left side and pulled my knees up a little so it wouldn't show under the sheet. Of course, I pretended to be asleep. Cathy went over and sat in my desk chair, across the room from my bed, took a pencil, and started drawing or writing something. I could see between my very-slightly-open eyelids that it was Cathy at the desk with her long blonde hair; dressed in shorts. Gayle had on a short red skirt and a white elastic top, and was standing beside the bed. She gave my arm a little shake and said, "David? David? Are you awake?" I decided to remain "asleep." I had no shirt on, and the sheet covered me from mid-belly down. I don't know if it looked as if I were naked, but I could tell soon enough that Gayle decided to find out! I felt her hand's warmth under the sheet. Cathy was busy at the desk and paying no attention to what was going on over by the bed; but the back of Gayle's right hand, creeping, creeping, soon found its way to my throbbing cock. Of course, I had anticipated its arrival, and now my hard-on was like a rock! Her fingers preceded the back of her hand, and they had barely brushed the side of my erection before the knuckles arrived, and elevated my cock at least an inch. When she realized what it was, Gale stopped cold. Her breathing stopped too. I am sure she was afraid that she would wake me up. Not a chance, Gayle! I wasn't waking up and scaring her away! This was interesting! I strained a little and made it jump. Now, that got her attention! Her hand jerked back like it had been burned! But only a few inches. She stayed perfectly still for about fifteen seconds, and then I felt her hand creeping back. My cock could feel its warmth from two or three inches away, even through my thin briefs--that's how I knew. This time, though, it was her fingers that touched me first, about halfway down the shaft, and on the underside, since I was basically facing her with my knees pulled up a bit. She rubbed ever-so-gently up and down along the shaft with the backs of her fingers, kind of getting an idea of the dimensions of it, I suppose. Then she pressed against it with her knuckles two or three places along its length, as if she were testing the hardness. When she got to the head of it, just below the elastic of my shorts, my peter jumped again. Reflex this time, I couldn't have helped it if I'd wanted to--but this time, she only pulled away for a second. Gayle had been studying my face up to now to be sure I was asleep, but now her eyes became fixed on the sheet beneath which she was feeling me up, though there wasn't really anything she could see. She studied it, though, as if she had x-ray vision. Maybe she was thinking about her next move. I had pre-cum pouring out of me at that point! As a matter of fact, I could have come in an instant with just a little directed stimulation. My shorts were wet all around the head of my cock now, and Gayle noticed that: her fingers brushed against the wetness casually in the course of getting my dimensions, but then came back and began to concentrate on the area which was wet and getting wetter. Every time she would drag her fingers over the rim of the head of my pulsating organ, it would jump a little. She seemed to like that, and took to rubbing the whole head of it gently back and forth with her fingertips, through my briefs. It felt great! I had never even been touched by a girl before; only by myself. I was always fairly vigorous with my jacking off, but Gayle seemed about to make me come by just rubbing barely perceptibly across the tip of my cock! My charade of being asleep was, I thought, failing me. My breathing had quickened considerably, and I couldn't suppress a little groan when she had rubbed back and forth over the head of my seat of pleasure. My cock was beginning to hurt from being confined by the briefs. I turned on my back, away from Gayle, and as I did so, I quickly and secretly re-arranged my cock a bit--at least so it wasn't bent--with my right hand. Now the head was actually underneath the elastic of my briefs, and it pulled the elastic away from my belly a bit. It didn't take Gayle long to find it. After I turned on my back, and after a minute's pause, she began gently to rub my belly, starting around my belly button, and up and down in widening strokes. She had pulled the sheet up, not down, with her left hand as she started this. Her right hand, stroking up and down across my belly, didn't take long to encounter the head of my prick. When she did, she stopped with her hand against it, and her fingers just under the waistband of the briefs. She kind of had the head of it trapped between her thumb and the base of her second finger, and she started to give little squeezes which made it jump again every time. It felt wonderful! This time, though, I was sure it didn't scare her any longer. She ran the whole palm of her hand over the head of my prick, after slowly working her hand under the elastic band of my shorts, then grasped the shaft of it with her whole hand, and pulled ever so gently--just kind of playing with it. That gave her a slick palm, though, for sure! I felt it squirt, a glob of pre-cum probably the size of a small marble. She must have felt it, too, because first she dragged her fingers over the head while closing her fist, then she took her fist out from under the sheet and opened it up, studying it. She then took the index finger of her left hand and kind of rubbed back and forth in the goo, testing, I'm sure, how slick it was; and then--she tasted it. I'll remember that scene for the rest of my life! One of my life's little freeze frames--and I can see it now as clearly as if it happened ten minutes ago, though now it has been ten years. She kind of contemplated her right palm for a few seconds, rubbed that pre-cum with the left index finger and looked at the little sticky string it made, and then suddenly brought the palm up to her mouth, sniffed it, and licked it. Just a little lap at first with the tip of the tongue, but then she gave it a frank lick. It was as if she liked it, and I think she did. I was really into this now, and I was delighted when she decided to go after more: This time she used both hands. The left went to the waistband of the shorts and slowly, slowly, pulled them down in front, while the right frankly grabbed my cock--gently, with fingers around the far side and the thumb in front. This pulled the sheet down until my cock was half-exposed to daylight. She didn't like this (perhaps because she didn't want Cathy to be onto this game) so she quickly took the upper hand off my penis and tugged the sheet up again. The left hand was still on the waistband and was brushing my balls. This evidently excited her interest, because now she took both hands and ever-so-slowly pulled my briefs down to below the level of my balls. I had wondered whether she really thought I was asleep; but it was obvious that she did: anyway, it seemed like she was taking no chances. I could hardly detect the movement as she pulled my briefs down. It must have taken her two minutes to do it, but she finally got them down, all right. It was tough waiting for her to get on with it! She explored the balls with the left hand while she resumed the grip on the shaft with her right. Her touch was so light on my testicles that it was almost like she was just tickling the few hairs I had down there. Then she gently kind of jacked the right hand up toward the head of my cock, and pre-cum literally poured out, down over her hand and up to stain the outside of the sheet. I remember that it really felt great! There was quite a wad built up, and I could feel it exit the end of my cock like a little cuming. She quickly wiped off the slippery head with her fingers (and that felt divine!) to prevent more from getting on the sheet. I think my hips kind of twitched when she did that. I couldn't help it, even though I was trying to stay perfectly still. I didn't want her to stop! "What's that?" said Cathy, noticing the tent and the wet spot on the sheet, even from across the room. She had evidently been watching only for a few seconds. "Shhh!" responded Gayle, "Com'ere and I'll let you see, but you gotta' promise to keep quiet--he's asleep!" "OK!" whispered Cathy, and she got up, went to the door and locked it before she came over to the bed! A little conspirator, that one! When she got there, there wasn't much to see. Gayle had both hands under the sheet--that was about it. It didn't keep Cathy from finding out, though. She climbed on the bed; and started feeling my cock through the sheet. Gently, but it was obvious that she knew what this was all about. "Uuuuu, neat!" she whispered, "His thing is real hard! I saw my brother Bobby playing with his, once, when he was in the bathroom, and it looked hard, too. He was taking a long time, so I looked through the keyhole, and I could see him pulling on it! Let's pull the sheet down! I want to see it really good!" Gayle didn't say anything, but took her right hand out from under the sheet and started pulling her side down real slowly. Cathy got the idea, and did her side at the same time, lifting the sheet up so that it didn't drag along my belly. They carefully laid the sheet down about mid-thigh, leaving me totally exposed. The air was cool on my wet cock. "Gaaah!" whispered Cathy, "He has lots of hair around it! And look! The end of it's purple!" "Yeah," said Gayle, sounding a little short of breath, "and look at the clear stuff there on the end--it's real slicky! Mary Hillman told me stuff comes out when guys are real excited. That's the stuff that has the seeds in it." "Well, MAYbe. . .," said Cathy, ". . . but the stuff I saw come out of Bobby's didn't look clear like that, and a whole lot came out at one time. It shot up in the air! About a glassful!" I really think she remembered it as being that much. She must have been impressed. "Oh, yeah?" whispered Gayle? "Well, what did that stuff look like?" "It looked like kind of runny paste to me," responded Cathy, "like we use in art to make paper shiny." "Watch this," said Gayle, and she touched the end of my cock with her finger, stringing out the pre-cum to what must have been six inches. "Oh!" breathed Cathy, "You made his thing jump!" "Yeah. It jumps if you touch it on the end, or if you squeeze it. Go ahead, but don't do it hard!" Gayle whispered. Cathy started exploring like Gayle had before. She gave the end a little pinch, and my cock jumped again. She liked that, and repeated it three or four times. Then, she started gently petting and stroking my cock like it was a cocker spaniel instead of a cock! She explored my balls with her fingers, and gave them a little squeeze, too. I could see Gayle, and I could see what Cathy was doing, but I couldn't see her face, because my head was turned slightly to the left, and I didn't dare move it. Gayle had her left hand resting on my thigh just below my balls, but it was her right hand that got my attention. She had her right foot resting on the bed frame, which elevated her right knee, splayed over to the right. Her hand was under her skirt, and inside her panties. I could see that she was rubbing her little pussy very slowly as she watched Cathy petting and playing with my prick. Her breathing was rapid, and her eyes were bright. "CATHY!" came a shout from downstairs. "YOUR MOM WANTS YOU!" It was Bobby's voice; I recognized it. Gayle's hand came out of her pants like she had been caught with her hand in a cookie jar. You could hear the slap of the elastic against her belly. Cathy froze for a second, then quickly scooted down and hopped off the end of the bed and ran to the door, unlocking it. She stuck her head out and half-shouted back, "O.K.! Just a sec!" Turning to Gayle, she whispered, "See you later! Be careful--don't wake him up!" "O.K.! said Gayle, "I gotta go home in a minute, too." As Cathy exited, Gayle went over to the door; turned the knob and shut it silently; and then slowly turned the lock in the center of the knob to lock it again. That pleased me greatly! I don't think I have ever felt so horny before, or since, that afternoon. I certainly didn't want her to go home in a minute: but I don't think she really meant it when she told Cathy that. Because now, wonder of wonders, Gayle reached under her short skirt and pulled off her underpants! She stepped out of them, and walking around to the side of the bed, stuffed them under the sheet, next to my knee. Next, she went to the foot of the bed, and slowly, slowly, crawled up to lie beside me, on my right side, with her head propped up on her left hand, just opposite the head of my prick. She gently put her hand around my cock again, and very slowly began working the loose skin up and down the shaft, never quite pulling it all the way over the head, but pulling it up slightly over the rim--enough that it felt great. If she had kept it up another ten strokes, I swear I would have shot all over the place! It felt like I was living on the edge of the biggest cum of my life, anyway. Then she really tried me. She leaned over, and put her leg across mine, with her little pussy pressed against my right thigh, hot and wet, then pulled my prick slightly toward her, and kissed the head of it. Next, she licked the little slit in the end of it, gathering up the pre-come with the tip of her tongue. My prick jumped again, then, I'll tell you! It didn't move far, because she had a pretty good hold on it with that right hand. I couldn't help it: a little sigh escaped my lips when she did that. The sensation was just indescribable--serious pleasure, unlike anything I had ever felt beforeI I just couldn't help making a noise. That made her freeze for about half a minute. But then she sat up, and moving slowly, straddled me with her hot little cunt over my balls. I could tell exactly where it was, because she was just radiating heat. I couldn't see anything, because her skirt was in the way. She fixed that soon enough, though, because she wanted to see, too. She pulled the skirt up and rolled it a couple of times so it would stay out of the way. Then I had a perfect view of her little cunt. It was the first time I had ever seen one up close, of course. Her mound was covered with sparse, fine, straight hairs, which didn't look as dark as the hair on her head. There weren't enough of them to hide anything, though, and I could see her little clit, swollen and pink, tenting up the front part of her pussy lips, which were darker red, and rigid. She was really wet. You could see that her whole pussy was shining and slick-looking. She grabbed my cock again, gently, and started wanking it up and down slowly. At the same time, she took the middle finger of her other hand and started rubbing the base of her little clitoris. She did it like she knew what she was doing. I think she had done herself before. This went on for about half a minute, and she started breathing really hard, then went into a spasm. She let go of my prick, traded hands on her clit, holding the edge of the skirt up and kind of pushing in on her stomach with the left hand, while rapidly rubbing the base of her clit with the middle finger of her right. Her long, slim legs gripped mine, and she rose up slightly off my legs at the same time she was gripping them with her knees. Her head went back almost like she was looking at the ceiling. She let out a kind of a strangled, whispered cry, and then slowly settled back down on my legs, with her pussy over my delighted balls. She breathed rapidly for a couple of minutes, and then she kind of relaxed for a while, with her weight on my legs. She rested a minute, and then she made my day again. She slowly waddled forward on her knees until her cunt was over the mid-shaft of my penis, and gently let herself down on it. I remember how hot her cunt felt against my cool penis. She stayed still for a few seconds, then raised up a little and scooted forward until the head of my prick was right under her clit, and slowly descended again. Now she started rubbing herself gently forward and back on the head of my prick. That was the best feeling I had ever had in my life! I started moaning slightly. I couldn't help it. Then I blinked my eyes a few times and opened them as if I were just waking up. She started to jump up, but I trapped her with my hands on her hips, under her skirt. "No!" I whispered, "Don't get up! That feels great! God! Keep it up!" She was torn between running and staying, but she couldn't move, anyway, because I had a good hold on her hips. Finally, she relaxed a little. I didn't waste any time. I was ready. I started moving her back and forth again slowly over my cock, while hunching up at her. In a moment, she started helping. "Ohhh, David!" she said, "It feels kind of like I have to pee, and kind of like I need to do it faster!" "Faster!" I said. I could feel the little lump of her clit slide over the head of my cock, and then the major heat and tingle as her little hole bumped over it, back and forth, again and again. Her legs started to grip me harder and I could hear her breathing getting really fast again. Then it happened. She started to come again--and as she did, she picked up the pace even more. She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest. Almost her whole weight was pressing against my prick, and she was hunching at it spasmodically. And then, I came. I mean, Bigtime! The white cum squirted out from under her pussy onto my pubic hair once, twice, three times in great gobs. It looked as if she were the one doing the squirting from the area of her clit. The parts where we were in contact became instantly even more slicky, and then I felt the head of my prick enter her little hole just an inch or so on two or three of her spasmodic strokes. She would pull back a little bit when that happened, but didn't seem to suffer any great pain. She was too busy coming, herself, to notice. I certainly felt it, though: the sensation of the head of my cock being squeezed and nipped by her spasming cunt as I jetted my come into her seemed to heighten the sensation a hundred times. I will never forget that moment. It is my own personal definition of "ecstasy." In a few moments, she stopped the hunching at me, and just collapsed forward onto my chest with her forehead against my neck, and started sobbing. "What's wrong?" I said. "I hope we didn't hurt you!" I was in a little bit of a panic. I didn't want to think I had damaged her permanently! And I didn't know whether maybe we had broken something. I wasn't too sophisticated about all that, at the time. I had heard you could make a girl bleed, but she hadn't done any bleeding. "Oh, no!" she sobbed, "It just felt soooo good!" Relieved, I hugged her a little tighter, and held her close to me. I rubbed her bottom gently with both hands for a minute after that. I noticed that she was keeping my rapidly-softening and very sensitive penis pressed against the entrance to her pussy. Sensitive as I was, it still felt great. "Gayle, I loved it! That was sooo wonderful! We can't tell anyone about this, though! We might get in trouble." "I'm not going to tell anybody, silly!" she murmured, her jaw moving against my chest, "You might not ever let me do it again! That white stuff is cum--the seed stuff--right? Does it feel real good when it comes out? You sounded like it did!" "Oh, I'll let you do it again, all right," I said, "And yeah--that white stuff is cum. It feels really great when it squirts out, but we've got it all over everything!" "I'll help clean it up!" she said. She reached under the sheet and got her panties, which were pale yellow cotton. First, she wiped herself between the legs, and then wiped the cum off the bottom of her stomach and her pubic hair. Then she cleaned me up, and gave my softening cock a little kiss. Next, she hesitated a couple of seconds, gave me a look that was almost apologetic, and took almost the whole thing in her mouth and sucked it while she slowly pulled it out with her lips firmly compressing it. Gayle seemed to like the taste of my cum. At least, she didn't look as if it bothered her at ALL to drain the last couple of drops. My cock got half hard again when she did that. She kind of flopped it back and forth, playing with it. Then she gave it a little pat, hopped down off the bed, and put her soaking panties back on. "I GOTTA go home," she said reluctantly, "It's almost suppertime! See ya tomorrow!" "See ya," I said. I wanted to ask her what TIME tomorrow! But I didn't. She unlocked the door, and left. I could hear her tromping down the stairs, humming. She seemed to be in a great mood! I was, too! I think I loved her a lot just then. And that was their first visit to my room together, Gayle and Cathy's. It wasn't their last--I was a lucky young man that long, delicious summer. One or the other came to see me two or three times a week for months, and frequently it was both. Hey--THEY were lucky, too. I made a great plaything! -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! http://www.mrdouble.com Be There.....