Randy and I have been dating for several months. Nearing the end of our college semester, Randy's parents took an impromptu trip out of town. With the house, and the weekend, free, we wasted no time getting together. Passion rises, as do other things, but then the lights from a car in the driveway streak through the Venetian blinds. With only a minute to spare, Randy and I gather our clothing and other things and run to his room. Just as his bedroom door shuts, the front door opens.
Randy's mother comes into the room to see that he’s in bed. Randy and I take refuge in the closet. Instead of finding Randy asleep, his mother finds a hastily written note that tells her he’s gone to his friend’s house for the weekend. As soon as the house quiets, the two of us sneak out into the hallway and slip through the back door. With my car in neutral, we roll down the hill, intent on finishing our night together at Make Out Point.
The drive to Make Out Point is long. I can’t keep my hands off of Randy, and he struggles to concentrate while I continually try to unzip his pants. Finally, unscathed and accident free, we arrive at Make Out Point and waste no time climbing, while we kiss, into the back seat. Soon Randy's shirt is off, followed by mine then Randy's pants, followed by my skirt, and then my bra. Just as Randy takes my nipple into his mouth, there’s a knock on the steamy window. It’s a police officer instructing us to put our clothes on. We do so, frantic and afraid, our libido doused and replaced with irritation.
Randy, free of his pants, takes longer than me to get dressed. Before he can hoist himself from the back seat I am already out of the car and arguing with the officer. Stumbling, attempting to assert himself, Randy finds his way from the vehicle. He confronts me just as I was about to cross the line by telling the officer exactly where she could stick her badge. Randy's calm demeanor, his skill at handling stressed out women (because of having a mother and two sisters) he diffuses the situation. Lying smoothly, he explains why I have no purse, and equates our youthful passions to natural passions and ‘ah youth’.
The officer, after realizing that Randy's a successful alumni at her former Alma Mater, takes pity. She, too, remembers being young and frisky once upon a time. She Scolds me, then let's us go. Relieved, we journey to my house which we find gloriously empty. My parents have gone out on a date - letting Randy and myself to finally resolve our sexual tension.
I lead Randy upstairs to my bedroom. Sanding at the side of the bed, Randy kisses me, our tongues entwined in a sensual dance of lust. He unbuttons my shirt and slips it from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle at my feet. Randy kisses his way down my long neck to my full bosom and purses his lips on my erect nipple. His tongue swirls over and around as he sucks, making it grow even erect. He is pinching my other nipple with his fingers as I unbutton his shirt. I pull the shirt from his broad shoulders as he kisses his way to my other nipple.
I throw Randy's shirt across the room and it lands on the lamp on my dresser. My fingers flicking his nipples to hardness as Randy unzips my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He takes a step back and drinks in my body starting at my feet, moving up my long legs and stopping briefly at my bare mound. His eyes continue up to my breasts as he moves to me, placing his strong hands on my hips.
Randy turns me, backing me up to the bed. I sit as he kneels before me, parting my knees exposing my swollen labia. I lay back as he places my legs on his shoulders. When his tongue touches the base of my slit, I let out a soft gasp. In one stroke, Randy licks up to my clit and then back down. His tongue pushes past my swollen lips as his fingers rub my clit in a circular motion.
"Mmmm Randy, that feel so good."
His tongue pushes deeper into my wetness, as I moan out. Reaching down, I pull his head tighter against me as my sweet nectar begins to trickle from my honey pot. Randy moans out as the first trickle touches his lips. His tongue finds my G-spot, swirling around it as I move one hand to my breast. I pinch and pull my nipple as Randy tongues my slit and rubs my clit. My back arches as I reach my climax.
"Oh God Randy, I'm cuming!"
His tongue pushes deeper into my honey pot, licking up my nectar. There is so much that it flows onto the bed sheet and Randy's chin. He presses his tongue against my clit as I recover from my orgasm. His hands gently move up along my sides, then follow the curves of my breasts. My hands join his in caressing my breasts as his tongue presses against my throbbing clit. When I have recovered, I tell Randy to stand up as I sit up.