Ripples On A Pond Ch. 09
Date: 17.12.2008Keywords: A, Pond, On, Ripples, Ch., 09,
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"Author's Note: The ending may give the "feel" that the story is finished, but I'm not willing to give these characters up yet. More will follow."
*Chapter 09: Battleground*
Carrie was spending more and more time studying away from the apartment. She claimed there were too many distractions, plus she had the added benefit of getting quick answers to questions when they popped up.
For that reason, and from the worry of seeing their savings dwindling week by week, Kevin clamored for extra hours at work when the opportunity arose. He didn't relish the idea of sitting around in an empty apartment, even though studying for the GED exam kept him occupied.
He was late getting off work and casually strolled back toward home. He was about a block away when he noticed Carrie with a book bag slung over one shoulder headed away from the campus. Her direction of travel aroused Kevin's suspicion, so he followed her from a distance.
They walked about a mile down intersecting, tree-lined residential streets. The leaves had changed colors and were dropping to the ground. It was a pretty evening despite a slight chill. The days were getting shorter and the sun was now rapidly sinking in the western sky.
Kevin kept an eye on the ground and stayed close to the trees. Several times one of his feet landed with a loud crunching sound as a crisp, colorful leaf was crushed. When that happened Carrie's gait changed. She cautiously glanced over her shoulder in the vicinity of the noise. He could tell she was steadily growing nervous.
As he trailed his sister, several inconsistencies began to form in his mind. It was a chilly evening, yet she was wearing a short skirt that revealed her shapely legs and hugged her curvaceous ass and hips. When she looked back, he could see that Carrie had applied some make-up, which she rarely wore. His sister looked really pretty, as if she had dressed to impress, but impress whom?
With his interest piqued, he quietly closed the distance. When she crossed the street in the middle of the block he peeked out from behind a large maple tree. She climbed several steps and pressed on a button. A few moments later the door opened, revealing a slender, middle-aged man.
They exchanged words that Kevin couldn't hear. What he saw next sent a sharp pain through his heart. Carrie moved her arms around the man and their mouths kissed. She was swallowed in a big hug. The kiss wasn't simply friendly or casual. Kevin was sure their tongues were involved. The stranger glanced toward Kevin and then pulled his sister inside before shutting the door.
Kevin leaned back against the tree. Tears welled up in his eyes. Several spilled down his cheeks. He was shocked and emotionally injured.
"How could you?" he asked. "Are you so jealous of seeing me with Tina that you're doing this to me? To us?"
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As Chance kissed Carrie he thought he saw someone watching from behind a tree. He guided her over the threshold and closed the door. He didn't mention anything to Carrie because he wasn't sure, and didn't want to frighten her unnecessarily.
"I was surprised by your call," he mentioned. "I thought this was one of your planned stay-at-home evenings."
Carrie cringed. "Yeah, me too. My brother must have gone out with his girlfriend again. I ate dinner alone and started watching TV, then got to feeling lonely. So I called."
"You're welcome here any time, you know that," he assured her. "I see you brought your books. What are we working on tonight?"
He laughed as she crinkled her nose and lips. "Nothing school related. Not tonight."
"That's fine, I'm sure we can find something to watch on TV."
"No TV, either," she added.
Chance suggested "How about a game of Scrabble?"
She hesitated. "No, not that."
He sighed. "You obviously have something in mind. Am I supposed to keep guessing, or are you going to tell me what's going on behind those pretty eyes of yours?"
"You know exactly what I'm thinking, but you're just too much of a gentleman to say it," she said in a sultry whisper.
He smiled. "Oh, you think so, huh?"
She giggled just the way he loved, and then turned around in his arms. With her back against his chest, his arms encircled her slim waist.
"Do you think about me at night when you're lying alone in the dark?" she inquired.
"I'm a normal guy, of course I do," he honestly answered.
Chance could see exactly where Carrie was headed with her current line of questioning, but patiently played along. He adored the girl, and was finding her thoughtful probing highly erotic.
"Does thinking of me get you hard?"
"So hard that it almost hurts," he dutifully answered.
Carrie giggled at his response. She envisioned the sight of his large, straining penis and trembled with excitement. The rippled shaft would be pulsating, and the smooth tip glistening with wetness. She imagined sucking on him, and then eating his flavorful cum. Or better yet, she would be feeling it thrusting into her juicy cunt.
"How do I get you so hard?"
Chance replied "I'll show you."
She leaned back against him and closed her eyes. The palms and fingers of both hands lightly caressed her smooth, flat belly. Carrie moaned. Her pulse and breathing quickened. The nipples on her upright breasts anxiously swelled beneath the fabric of her blouse. Tingling warmth surfaced in her loins.
Carrie's lips curled into a slight smile as his hands patiently worked their way up her lithe torso. She had intentionally removed her bra before walking over, and knew that he'd be pleasantly surprised once that was discovered.
Her body twitched when his fingers reached the perky bumps. He could feel the warmth of her swells through the thin blouse as they lightly traced along the outlines of her erect nubs.
"You intended for this to happen all along," he realized, mildly aroused by the lack of a bra. "Why did you bother with the book bag? Or was that just tactical deception to throw me off?"
She slipped her right arm back around his neck and pulled his head toward hers. Gazing directly into his eyes, she asked "What makes you think they're full of books?"
"You're very flirtatious."
Carrie grinned. "We're way beyond that now, don't you think?"
He lips covered her mouth. Their wet tongues eagerly intertwined. Carrie felt his hands cupping her boobs and squeezing them between his palms and fingers. Her muffled moans sounded as the slight tingling sensations in her lower belly suddenly flared. Chance felt her body stiffen as he caressed the wondrous bumps through her clothing. He felt the hard nipples throbbing beneath his teasing fingers.
The wet tendrils passionately thrust deeply inside one another's oral cavities. The dark chambers hosted an erotic duel of parrying tongues. The longer he kneaded the mounds, the more frenzied their kissing became. Finally Carrie's mouth backed away. She breathlessly sucked in air. A trickle of shared saliva dripped down her chin.
Finding his lips suddenly available, he moved his mouth to an ear. He breathed hot breath over the circular ridges of cartilage. Carrie giggled and cringed. His tongue quickly followed, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her flesh.
"Oh!" she cried out.
His penis, now hard, throbbed against her lower back. That sensation painted a mental picture of the swollen cock in the back of her mind. She felt a tugging and knew he was loosening her blouse buttons. When he was finished, he pulled it wide open, exposing the glorious breasts. His hands returned, fondling the wonderful swells with nothing interfering with the erotic sensations created by skin on skin contact.
"I love your bumps, they're so soft and firm at the same time," he whispered in a complimentary voice. "You're so very beautiful, Carrie."
He delighted in the hardness of her nipples. He gently pulled and twisted on the pink shafts. Each time he did her body quaked. She groaned aloud. He caught a whiff of her sex as it began juicing up. He could only imagine how hot and humid it was inside her panties at that moment. Chance knew her essence would soon be soaking through the thin panel of cotton that cloaked her pussy.
He longed to feel her love canal around his driving cock, but Chance controlled his urge. He enjoyed her presence, extending it for as long as possible.
Carrie's left hand reached down. The fingers feverishly rubbed against the obvious bulge. She felt a circle of wetness where his leaking cum had soaked through two layers of clothing. The tips of her fingers rubbed against the thick, warm stain, realizing that was where his sensitized head was pinned. His body shuddered each time she touched him there. The imprisoned cock swelled even harder.
She slipped away from his hands and slowly turned, facing him. Carrie then dropped to her knees before him. She admired the impressive bulge. Her fingers teasingly traced the outline of his trapped prick. Her tongue licked at the salty stain as she tugged the zipper down its track. Once the aperture was opened his straining cock tried pushing through, but was still held back by his underwear.
Her fingers pulled down the front of the cotton briefs and unleashed his cock. It was a beautiful sight to behold. She savored the close-up view of his manhood. The rounded tip was all shiny with wetness. A milky drop was forming at the tiny eye. She leaned forward, opening her mouth, and eagerly took him inside.
"Oh, yeah, your mouth feels so good," he sighed in contentment.
He moved both hands to the back of her head and interlaced his fingers. Carrie's soft palms fondled his heavy balls. She stroked his full length as her lips and tongue concentrated their efforts on the bulbous tip. His body twitched in delight as her oral stimulation triggered tingling pressure. Her skilled tongue lavished attention on the head. The salty musk flavor filled her cavity as he oozed cum. Carrie loved smearing it around inside of her mouth before swallowing.
Chance wished he could love the sweet girl over and over, cumming again and again, but he knew he was only good for a single shot at a time.
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Keywords: A, Pond, On, Ripples, Ch., 09,