“Yeah, about that,” she said, her eyes looking at mine with a mixture of sheepishness and regret. “There can’t be a next time.”
I narrowed my eyes at her said eloquently, “Huh?” I shook my head as if to clear it. “I thought that was just as mind-bendingly awesome for you as it was for me.”
Lisa just kissed me again, a little harder this time. Then she kind of sucked on her teeth before explaining, “The thing is, Caspar, I have a boyfriend.”
“What?” I exclaimed, barely containing a shout. “You gotta tell a guy something like that! That’s… That’s not… That’s not cool, Lisa! You mean I just…”
“Easy, Tiger,” she interrupted me. “We have a very specific agreement, he and I.” I just looked at her skeptically. “The thing is, I’m here all summer, and he is, more to the point, doing an internship at a movie studio out in LA… out there with all those tanned, toned, wannabe starlets who are all going to end up in porn instead. Better to give each other a hall pass for the summer, but with a few strict rules: No actual fucking, and only once with any given person.”
“And he talked you into this?” I asked, with a tiny bit of pity in my voice.
Lisa barked a laugh. “It was my proposal, though the horny bastard jumped at it.” She shrugged. “Look, I already doubt Danny is the love of my life. But he has a nice cock, knows how to use it, has money, and likes to spend it on me. I just wanted to make sure neither of us forms any new attachments so I can have an enjoyable last year of college.” She rubbed my shoulders and asked, “We cool?”
Who was I to judge in this situation, I guessed. She seemed happy with it, and he was going to make out like a bandit, the bastard. I grinned sheepishly.
“Good, I wouldn’t want to be on bad terms with such an excellent lover,” said Lisa, and kissed me again.
This time, I kissed her back, pulling her against me. I let my hands slide up over her ass to grab her t-shirt and began pulling it upward.
“Just what do you think you are doing?” said Lisa, pushing me away without conviction.
I paused with her shirt pulled up to just under her tits. “Well, if I get only one chance, I’d like to revise and extend my efforts. This is all still just the one time, right?” I grinned at her with all the boyish charm I could muster.
She considered my plan intently… for about two seconds. Then she grinned toothily and raised her hands above her head. In a smooth movement, I pulled the tight white t-shirt up and off over her head. Her strawberry blonde pony-tail cascaded free and down her back. I gazed at her lovely rack and did a double-take. “Where did you find a bra in the same exact Camp Dickinger orange?” I asked, bemused. Her bra was plain and practical, but in the precise shade of all the camp’s logos and gear. Somehow, in the moment, that seemed ridiculously hot.
“I spotted one at the mall back home about three months ago, and ordered five more online,” she said. “They are the only bras I brought, and the other girls are all jealous.” With that, she reached behind her and unhooked the garment. She shrugged it off her shoulders and extending it toward me. “Want a better look?”
I took it from her just long enough to toss it on top of her discarded shorts, and drank her in, completely naked, except for her Nikes and tube socks. “I’d rather examine what it was carrying,” I replied and leaned forward. Her breasts really were exceptional. They were round and firm, with pleasing, oblong, lightly wrinkled aureoles and eagerly pert nipples. Each was slightly more than a good handful, a fact I swiftly confirmed by grasping their outer curves, and lifting slightly as I bent to lick upward through her cleavage. Lisa threw her head back and let me feast. Each nipple was framed in the crooks between my thumbs and forefingers, and I squeezed eagerly as I sucked each in turn, hungrily.
I felt her hand reach down to lightly clasp my resurgent cock. She bent her head to kiss the brown hair atop my head and murmured, “I don’t know about all your efforts, but I feel something that is revising and extending.”
Her tits really were amazing, but I knew we did not have all night, and I was going to make damned certain that Lisa regretted making both of her rules. I forced myself to let go of one boob, running my hand down between her stomach to her crotch. Her pussy was still sopping wet with freshly flowing moisture, and I let my middle finger sink deeply inside her while I nibbled on a nipple. I had decided that I liked the left one more for some reason. She made various noises to indicate her approval, stroking my cock just a little harder, and I inserted a second finger in response.
With both fingers buried fully inside her, I tugged her lovely leg up, and utilizing her impressive flexibility, swept it over my head once more so that I was back between her legs. I buried my face once more in her cleavage, but immediately began kissing my way southward. As I shifted to let my face return to its new favorite place in the world-between her legs, I regretfully had to slip my cock from her caress.
Lisa was already bucking against my fingers. I had them curled upward, stroking the front wall of her vagina in just the right spot. I licked swiftly at her clit and I knew I could have made her come almost instantly, had I wanted to.
As a matter of fact, I decided, I wanted to. I redoubled my efforts, digital and oral, and in less than a minute, Lisa practically fell off the log, her body shuddering as fresh, new waves of orgasmic release took her once more. This time, she let me keep going, as I worked my tongue inside her, and I drew two more, much smaller, waves of ecstasy. Or more likely, one more, longer result. When she finally just lay there bonelessly, utterly surrendered to my blitzkrieg oral assault, I raised my head and smiled a shit-eating grin at her.
I then stood and straddled both her and the log on which she lay. She was still too spent to sit up in response and but she did manage to reach out and lightly grab my cock once more and I slowly crabbed my way upward over her. When my dick reach the space above her still heaving boobs, Lisa tugged it downward, beginning to rub it firmly on one of her erect nipples. I stopped moving forward and sighed, letting her play with her toy. I felt the nubbin of her erect nipple bob up and down as my cock head bumped back and forth over it.
Then Lisa tucked my cock down deep into her cleavage. I lurched lower to let it lie fully between those incredibly mounds, and she pressed her tits together against me. He tits were bountiful but not quite extensive enough to completely encase my johnson, so she laced her fingertips together to trap me between them.
My hips began to thrust almost involuntarily, and she just smiled. “That’s it, Casper,” she murmured. “Fuck them. Fuck my boobs until you come!” The warmth of her softness as it was pressed so hard around my sliding member was incredible, and I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the wood beside Lisa’s head. This let me thrust harder and faster, and I indulged myself in that happily.
“Yes. Yes,” groaned Lisa below me. “Harder! Come again for me. See if you can hit my mouth with your cum!” With that, she lifted her head and opened her mouth, extending her tongue.
A gentleman does his best to satisfy a lady’s desires, and I let myself go, humping her breasts harder still. I let my mind go blank except for the sensations my cock was enjoying and I felt my balls tingling in moments.
This time I warned her. “I think I’m about there,” I grunted, not slowing my rhythm. Lisa leaned forward just a touch more, barely a moment before I let my orgasm have its overly swift way with me. Looking right down at her, I saw a thin rope of my jizz leap out from my cock, the end of it landing square on her extended tongue and the rest coming to rest on her chest from the base of her throat to her tits. I moaned much too loudly at the sensation mixed with the visual reinforcement. My hips kept bucking, though neither so forcefully nor rhythmically, and in but a pump or two more, a second spray erupted. This second wave was a weaker spatter of droplets, rather than a stream. Only one drop reached her lovely face, splatting on her upper lip. The rest spread out below her shoulders across her chest.
I let my thrusting die away as I looked down. The sight of my cock buried between her amazing tits, with my jizz spattered all over her soft, tan skin, was a more magnificent sight than the rainbow I had once seen across the face of Half Dome in Yosemite.
“We are going to be in so much trouble,” chuckled Lisa, rubbing her boobs up and down along my suddenly softening shaft.
“Yeah. We really need to go. Now,” I replied, remaining right were I was, enjoying her titflesh massaging me.
We just held our positions like that until we both simultaneously burst into quiet laughter. I stood up and off of Lisa. We both pounced on our clothes, though it suddenly felt a little ridiculous that I had never even taken off my Camp Dickinger t-shirt.
Lisa scooped up the lion’s share of my cum from her chest on her fingers and slurped it down before repositioning her bra and tugging on her other clothes.
When we were as presentable as we could make ourselves under the circumstances, I kissed her one last time. She kissed me back and murmured in my ear, “You just did all that to make sure I regretted my own rules, didn’t you?”
“And?” I grinned.
“You should think about coming back to work here next year.”