The Life Of John Smith - S01 E27

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The Life Of John Smith - S01 E27

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

"Isn't pleasure why we are doing this?" I asked.

"Yes...YES!" She shouted the second yes. She stopped as if she had instantly frozen in place. "Oh sorry, I should not be so noisy," she said.

"Be as noisy as you feel like, there is only me to hear you and I enjoy noisy."

She resumed her rapid stroking. In a short time, she called out, "Oh John! It is! So...so nice...oh nice...oh, She must have lost her train of thought as a strong orgasm hit her hard. I looked to her eyes as that orgasm caused her eyes to dilate. The sparkle in her eyes held my attention as they dilated to the point of being all black pupils. I imagined that she was seeing a nearly blinding flash of light. Her eyes rolled up for a short time as she tensed. When she relaxed they rolled back down with constricted pupils. They now appeared to be all dark blue irises with only a pin point of a pupil. At this point she likely saw only darkness or drastic dimming of the light. As she further relaxed her eyes returned to normal. Their attention was again on my dick.

"Was that good?" I asked.

"That was good," she said with the biggest smile her face could produce. "Damn fucking good! she shouted. Still smiling, staring at my dick she asked, "You ever going to finish?"

Feeling the first surge already starting I said, "Cumming!" The first surge hit the edge of the towel. A fraction of an inch further, there would have been a spot on mother's precious couch. The succeeding surges all landed safely on the towel.

Andrea had moved to a kneeling position, closer to me. She was clapping and giggling like a little school girl, overjoyed at what she had witnessed. She asked, 'It won't gross you out if I taste it?" She dipped a finger in a glob of semen on the towel. She looked at it closely waiting for my answer.

"No. I know some girls like the taste, and it is a good eye wash and make-up remover."

She put the finger in her mouth and asked, "Eye wash?"

"Yes, I've been told it soothes tired eyes," I explained.

"Really, it has less taste than I expected." She dipped up a larger glob and licked it from her fingers. She focused her sparkling blue eyes on mine and smiled that big smile of hers. She asked, "Want to do it again?"

I explained it would likely take me a half hour before I could do it again. That would push us dangerously close to five o' clock. "We'd better dress and have a snack. I wouldn't want to not be able to finish."

She began dressing by putting on her white panties. While doing so she said, "You know, you sound responsible. I have always tried to be responsible. One of these days I am going to take a risk. I think it would be thrilling to be a little irresponsible. Not do something really bad but just a little bad."

I had my under shorts and t-shirt on when I said, "I know, but not today," I pulled on my socks adding, "I don't want to listen to my mom complain about having to wait five minutes for me and threatening to not let me use the car. I can't wait to graduate, get a job, and buy a car." I now was fully dressed except for my shoes.

As she pulled up and smoothed her leotards she asked, "You plan to keep living with your mom?"

"Hell no!" I said as I watched her slip into her skirt.

She slipped her sweater over her head before she said, "Oh hell,

me neither. I feel so controlled. I can't swear. I can't stay up after nine. I can't dress like want. I can't eat what want. It seems like everything is can't, can't, can't..."

Always seeming to want to one-up the conversation, I almost told her how mother always forced me to sleep with her during the winter just to save a couple of bucks on the heating bill. I decided

to not mention it. It was not something I should reveal to a

girlfriend. I decided to keep quiet about that until the day I could

tell mother I was not doing it any more. Fully dressed we headed to the kitchen. I realized Andrea had been talking and was not listening when she said, "John, you've been quiet. Is something wrong?"

"No. No... I was just thinking of our next time," said to cover my laps of concentration. As I prepared peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, I determined to hear every word she said.

"Next time? When will that be?'

"I was thinking...tomorrow. There is no use delaying."

"Nope, can't. Tomorrow is my sister's thirteenth birthday. I have to be home right after school," she informed me.

As I filled two glasses with orange juice, I asked, "How is the next day?

"I'll be horny as hell by then," she said around a bite of sandwich.

"It's a date then. We come here and do what?"

"Give me three choices."

"Three choices: a.) We eat each other, b.) We play with each other, or c.) We repeat what we did today"

"Let me think about it. That will make me, us even hornier. Tell you just before."

"I'm horny enough now, but we have to get you home." We each finished our snacks and headed to the car. The conversation during the ride to her house was about school.

When I picked up mother, she was in a funk. Something unpleasant was on her mind. I did not want to ask her what was wrong, but since I was sure it would affect me, I asked, "Did something bad happen?"

She sobbed, "Oh Johnny..." It took her a little time to continue, "Instead of cutting back my hours in November like he has done before, my boss said he is...sob...laying me off on the 15th of October,

The first thought entering my mind was, sleeping with her starting now, but out of nowhere I said, That gives you more than enough time to find a better job."

She was silent the rest of the way home. When I followed her into the kitchen, she suddenly turned to me saying, "You're right Johnny. 111 take off day after tomorrow, find a better job, and go back and tell that fucker to go to hell."