Early 80s Excitement

Chapter 8 – Flirting In Secret

The day was spent at the Museum of Science and Industry downtown. Although his uncle had been to visit in the past, Vicki and Sherry had not. They had to see Chicago. Brent lived approximately 45 minutes outside of the city. That is, it was 45 minutes on a Saturday morning. On any normal weekday morning you could easily add 30 more minutes to the drive. He knew this because he heard his father lament about it every normal weekday. He and Sherry sat together in the very back seat of the station wagon. They actually were facing the back and could see the traffic behind them.

It was a busy day, and they all covered the whole Museum. They also went for a walk through Grant Park in the evening. It was a fun day. It was similar to the many days he had spent with other out-of-town guests that had visited them. However, this was obviously different in that he spent most of this time flirting with one of the guests.

The flirting continued as it always did. The only thing worthy of mention during that time was a brief conversation in which Sherry statement controlled Brent activities for the remainder of her time there.

"How did you sleep last night?" He asked Sherry at one point. "You ended up passing out last night. Was my bed comfortable enough?"

"I slept like a rock." She reassured him.

It was the statement that followed that made him nervous, excited, and anxious all the once.

"Particularly in the morning, I could sleep throughanythingin the early morning." He could see almost all of her braces due to the smile that crossed her face.

This told him everything. There was a slight possibility that she was being honest and she really was sound asleep through the morning activities. But more than likely she was simply letting them know that she was going to always pretend she was asleep in the morning. Either way, he couldn't lose.

They all stopped for pizza on the way home. His dad's favorite pizza was Home Run Inn and their drive back was the perfect opportunity to take a short detour so we could share with everyone. By the time they got home it was already pushing nine o'clock.

Their parents went into the den and were having drinks at the bar. Brent's little sister Nicole had already passed out and his dad carried her up to bed. So now he and Sherry were watching TV. The remote control was tethered to the television by a cord. In 1981, this was actually high-tech. He had preprogrammed for channels into the remote – 14, 16, 18, & 26. Respectively these were Showtime, HBO, The Movie Channel, & MTV. He did so because these were his favorites and he could almost always find something on. The other reason was that many times, particularly on weekend nights, he was sure to find a naked woman or two on his television by flipping through these channels. Needless to say, he began to flip through the channels. He wasn't sure if it was because of habit or because he wanted a naked woman to appear on screen with Sherry in the room.

In his haste to flip the channels like most guys do, he ended up boring her. She laid her head down on the floor. In a matter of seconds she was asleep. Since he was out in the family room, there was nothing he could do at this point. He continued to watch TV for a while longer and then he woke her.

As she rose, she regained her senses. "How long was I asleep?" She asked him.

"About a half-hour or so," he told her.

"Well I'm exhausted. I'll see you in the morning," A long pause took place, and then she followed "won't I?"

"I'm always up early." He reassured her with a smile on his face.

She turned down the hall. He then realized how tired he actually was and turned the TV off. He prepared his bed on the sofa within minutes. He couldn't wait until the morning.

Chapter 9 – An Early Sunday Morning

When he made his bed once again on the sofa, he considered setting the alarm for the wee hours of the morning. He wanted to make sure he got up early enough to accomplish "his plans". Although an early alarm was not out of the ordinary because of his habitual morning run, he still did not want the alarm to potentially wake everyone else. So he left it off.

Unfortunately, this was probably a mistake. He did not sleep at all. He was very worried about not waking up on time. As a result, he ended up tossing and turning the entire night on the sofa.

Eventually, he looked at his clock and it could now reasonably be considered "morning". He practically ran down the hallway, but of course stopped quickly in front of his bedroom door. There was no detour in the restroom this time. During his sleepless night he made several trips and his bladder was definitely empty. Besides, there was no way any pee could come out at this point because his Dick was already harder than ever.

He turned the knob, and did not hesitate as much as yesterday. Instead, he stepped right in and closed the door behind him. It was darker than when he entered yesterday. His eyes needed time to adjust. There was some light now coming through the areas around the curtain, but it did not illuminate the room is much as his timing allowed yesterday.

Nevertheless, as his eyes adjusted to the lowlight he was able to see her once again in all her splendor. Again, she was lying on her belly with her right leg bent. This time however she was facing the side of the bed from which he was approaching her. He had to look closely to make sure her eyes were closed. He could've sworn he saw them open. In actuality, he knew once more in his heart that she was probably awake. She probably was peaking to see him and if his clothing offered her any strategic and sensual views similar to the view he had now of her.

Her nightshirt was the same. Unlike yesterday morning when it was lifted up, the light blue material now covered her entire ass. This did not deter him one bit. He didn't hesitate this morning. His determination was amazing. In fact, his motion was so deliberate he literally used both hands to grab the end of her nightshirt. He lifted it up and set it back down on the small of her back without hesitation. He wanted to see that ass!

Now it was time to start the routine again. This time he was much more confident, deliberate, and quite frankly – impatient. Not to mention, aroused more than he ever had been in his life! So he used both hands at once and fully grabbed her entire ass. He squeezed at the same time. He knew she was going to continue to pretend she was asleep; but he knew she wasn't. That was confirmed by the way she exhaled and slightly moaned when he grabbed her ass. There was absolutely no way someone could make that type of noise in their sleep. But that was okay, they both knew the game they were playing.

He squeezed and massaged her ass fully. Yesterday he caressed it, now he was massaging it like someone would rubdown the back and shoulders of an athlete. As he did so, he was pushing with all his weight. He wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do. But when she responded as she did, he knew he was on the right track. And the more he pushed, the heavier her breathing became. As he pushed on her buttocks each time, he was driving her midsection into the mattress. Again, this must've been appropriate because her hips were now working with him to push herself into the mattress even more. With his help, she was now fucking the mattress. And the fucking was going on at a very rapid pace. Just as yesterday morning, the pace was becoming more and more frequent, as did her breathing.

Unfortunately, this time around both of his hands were busy at the task. Consequently, his cock was hot, hard, horny, and yet helpless! His dedication to her made him wanting so much more for himself. But he knew there would be time later. Now, it was obvious what he was doing was pleasing her. This was an amazing concept. This was more exciting than anything he could physically do to himself. Little did he know, this feeling would remain with him the rest of his life. That is, from that point on he always would derive more satisfaction from pleasing his partner than he ever would from what he received.

So he continued on his quest to make her feel good. As she humped the bed madly the springs were squeaking quite loudly. He actually now was losing some of the excitement because he was worried again someone might hear. As soon as that thought crossed his mind someone upstairs dropped something in the kitchen. The kitchen floor was the ceiling of the room next to his bedroom. As such, the sound startled both Brent and Sherry. All motion stopped. The room grew quiet as the springs and the bouncing mattress no longer were moving. Yet the sound of her breathing could not be suppressed. She was still breathing hard, rhythmic, and continuously.

For a brief second he considered leaving. But he realized that the sound was only something such as a fork or knife dropping on the floor. Not a sign that anybody was coming down. And again he was taking a different approach today and was not going to be deterred easily.

Just as he started to reach back down she began to turn "in her sleep". She rolled away from him toward the center of the bed. At first, he thought this was a sign that she was stopping even though he had decided not to. But then he quickly realized this wasn't the case. Instead, she was simply rolling over onto her back. And he knew she wanted to continue once her ass was on the bed. He knew this because she slid that beautiful ass he had just been fondling back to the edge of the bed and towards him. Not only that, but as she did so she spread her legs almost as wide as she possibly could. Her right knee brushed against him near his crotch. He instinctively moved slightly to the right and let his covered Dick push against her knee for a brief second. This reminded him of what he'd been missing. But yet his attention was more focused on what lie between those open legs.

This was getting interesting. The yellow panties were still on; however, they were driven so far inside her wet pussy that they resembled an almost invisible thong. The hair all around the edges of her pussy was matted down to her skin. Even though it was still rather dark, it was very clear that her crotch had now graduated from "moist" to thoroughly wet. If it weren't for his magazines, he might not fully know what he was looking at. Partially because of the darkness, partially because of what little bit of material was there, and mostly because he was still inexperienced. But the many evenings with pictures of naked women in one hand and his Dick in the other now gave him the "experience" to know what he was looking at.

The dark, wet, hair was all around the top of her thighs and enveloping what little amount of yellow material could still be seen. This was the early 80s and women during that time did not maintain their hair around there. There was more hair visible than he could've ever imagined. He looked more closely and realized also that the underwear could not be seen because the lips of her pussy were now surrounding it. He even knew the clitoris was very close; but it was covered and pushed back by the underwear he had driven deep within her minutes earlier.

Now what was he to do? He had previously been pushing down on her butt and so he had something to grab. What was he to grab? He decided he would reach for her inner thighs; but this time gently. Partially because they both had calmed down due to the noise upstairs, but also because he was nervous. He first touched her inner thigh with the back of his right hand. He slid the back of his hand back and forth on her thigh. He did this quite a few times – each time increasing the distance he moved it. Eventually, the end of his stroke began to reach the crease of her groin. After several more strokes like that, he moved just a bit further to allow his thumb to touch the lips of her pussy. The second the tip of his thumb reached her folded lips, she breathed deeply and quivered. Right then and there he almost came.

His brush with orgasm made him realize how long he had been ignoring himself. He quickly moved his left hand. It wasn't his usual hand of choice for masturbating; but it had to cover once again for the right hand that was busy. He reached down through both the elastic band of his shorts and his underwear. Instead of immediately grabbing his shaft, he put his palm directly on top of the head of this prick. He knew what sensation this with create. It sent surges of electricity throughout his body and made him "quiver" just as she had done when he first touched the lips of her pussy. His palm stopped motionless on the head as he shook. His eyes closed briefly and he imagined how much more wonderful it could have been if the head of his dick had actually been touching the lips of her pussy while they "quivered" together at the same time. He then realized he could closely replicate that.

He pulled his hand off the head of his dick for a brief second. Then, in one swift motion his right hand moved forward causing his thumb tip to push the lips of her pussy once again. This time his effort was more forceful. The tip of his thumb was now slipping past the material and slightly inside her. The middle of his thumb was resting on the lips where his last touch had ended. Again, the second he touched her lips as well as the entire time his thumb slid across them she quivered with excitement – but she was not alone.

At the same time, he used his left palm to once again push down on the slippery head of his cock. However, this time he squeezed over the head. Not only did he quiver as well, but this time he even shook rapidly. He tried to move down further and stimulate the shaft of his cock but was finding it difficult. The difficulty was partly because it was his left hand but mostly because of his position. He knew he shouldn't, but he had an idea. He pulled his right hand away from her pussy and took his left hand out of his pants. He then stuck each of his thumbs under the waistband at his hips and in less than a second his shorts and his underwear were around his ankles. He even stepped out of them. Yes, someone could walk in – but he did not care at this point.

While he was doing this, he watched her closely. He wanted to see if her eyes were open. However he made sure he never looked directly at them for fear their eyes would meet thus ruining the premise of this encounter. He knew it! Her eyes did open, and they opened even wider as she realized that his rock hard cock was now totally exposed and just inches from her face!

He now moved toward her again and cupped her right thigh. As he did so, his cock moved even closer towards her face. She reluctantly closed her eyes again for fear that he might think she's "awake". While her eyes were closing her lips opened slightly. Perhaps she anticipated the tip of his cock was on its way to her awaiting mouth. But unfortunately, he was not thinking. As he cupped her thigh and slid his hand the thumb drove once again into her pussy. Not much further than before, but this time more deliberately because it knew where it was going. At the same time, his left hand fully grabbed his cock and started stroking it very, very rapidly. Unlike yesterday, the rhythm of each of his hands was not the same. It was as if his Dick was controlling his left hand. He tried to move his right hand faster but the angle with which he was pushing was awkward. He was able to move his thumb slightly in and out of her pussy each time glancing over her lips. He knew the friction was stimulating her because once again her hips were moving slightly. But his hips were moving much faster. He needed to stroke faster. But he couldn't! It was his left hand and he just could not gain enough momentum to give him the satisfaction he needed. He stopped what he was doing and leaned forward towards her.

It was only seconds but there was a lifetime of thoughts that went through his head. He knew he needed more than what his hand could give him. Her warm, wet, wanting pussy was less than a foot away from the tip of his cock. He could simply move just a bit and experience what he had always dreamed of. But he knew in his heart of hearts he did not want to go that far. In his mind he knew that was something special. But he had to do something now.

Like yesterday morning, he ended up resting his cock on the mattress as he moved his left hand just above her pillow to balance himself. His right hand continued pleasing her while he forcefully fucked his mattress directly beside her. His motion brought him that much closer to her. He could smell her baby powder scented body spray mixed with a new odor that he quickly realized was her pussy and the juices that his efforts were producing. The pillow slid slightly and his left hand moved also. Before he could completely regain his balance, he brushed his right cheek against her red lips and her matching cheek. He quickly pushed back into place just in time to see her close her eyes once again following the "peek" she took to see what she could see.

He continued to pound his hips and rapidly rub the underside of his dick across the sheets on his mattress. Just like yesterday, the idea of toilet paper quickly came and went in his head. Obviously, that wasn't going to happen. Instead, His eyes were now looking directly towards hers. He hoped they would open again. He would love to look in her eyes; but he also knew that that could perhaps make things uncomfortable.

His breathing was very deep and quick. In fact, he could see the wisps of her hair by her ear blowing each time he breathed. He watched her eyes open again ever so briefly and close again when they saw he was staring directly at her. This was it, he could last no longer. He ended up coming profusely all over the mattress beside her. After the first shot he started to stand up a bit and unexpectedly shot a second load. This one ended up hitting her nightshirt just below her covered right breast. There was no way she even knew it was there. He figured after he left she would look down and find the white creamy remains. He was wondering if that would be the first time she ever saw such a thing. He quickly imagined her perhaps even tasting it. Gross, he thought.

As he completed his orgasm, he realized that she was still moving her hips. Unbeknownst to him due to his inexperience, she had not reached orgasm yet. Later in life he would always focus on his partners orgasm being his primary concern. But at this point in time he was young, inexperienced, and unaware. As he now stood there naked with a big glob of his on the mattress beside her he felt he had to leave right away. He picked up his shorts and underwear off the floor and walked out quickly. He did not even back out as in the past. He did feel somewhat embarrassed, somewhat confused, but basically completely overwhelmed.

He turned directly back into the bathroom. It then dawned on him what he thought about yesterday. He should listen through the wall and see if he can tell what she's doing. He put his ear back to the wall. The site must of been comical if anyone could see him. He waited for a while and then realized he could not really hear anything. He put his shorts and underwear back on. He wanted to take a shower; but he had no clean clothes to put on afterwards. They were all in his bedroom. In theory, he was not supposed to be in there until Sherry was up and out. So his pre-come soaked underwear were once again resting against his now flaccid cock. He would change them after a shower later in the morning. For now, he walked out of the bathroom and was ready to start another day with Sherry and her family.

Chapter 10 – Sunday at Old Chicago

The day had started out great. It was going to continue to be a good one. Today they were going to Old Chicago. It was the world's only indoor amusement park. And it was right there in his hometown of Bolingbrook Illinois! The village was to decide between a shopping mall or the amusement park. To his delight and every other kid in town, they chose the amusement park.