The Wanted Girls

Chapter 2

"Did you have a nice walk?" Nate's mom asks as we walk into the cottage. Her eyes crinkle merrily behind her reading glasses. We must look a disheveled mess.

"Yeah it was nice," Nate says nonchalantly as he slips off his shoes. "Got caught in the rain, though."

"Uh-huh, yeah, it started nice and gentle but soon it was just coming down in buckets, but, you know, I like the rain in summer, so, it was just refreshing and just, yeah... Nice. You know." I always babble around Nate's parents. They are so proper and I am, well, me. Awkward and sometimes, I think, a little too whimsical and dreamy for their liking. 

"She's got her head in the clouds," I once overheard Nate's father whisper to Nate's mother. "And she's taken Nate with her!"

"Oh, Don, quit agonizing!" Nate's mother had responded. "It won't last, let him be happy for now."

Happy for now. Little did they know I was there to stay for much longer than they ever could have imagined.

Nate and I go upstairs to the room we are sharing at the cottage. Our wet clothes are clinging to our bodies and as I grab a towel I admire Nate's body as he pulls his shirt over his head. He is tall and naturally slim and not overly built, but his muscles are defined nonetheless and I can almost feel my mouth water as my eyes trail down from his chest to the dark hair that curls over the belt of his pants. Quickly he strips down to nakedness and I get to take in his strong legs and muscular calves. Suddenly a sharp pain at my mouth lets me know I have been biting my lip as I watch him, and I take a nice deep breath before I, too, begin to slip out of my clothes.

Now it is his turn to admire my body. I am not supermodel-tall but my long legs make me close to 5'7". My arms are equally long and gangly, a strange combination compared to my large breasts. I always wished I had an hour-glass shape to match my generous chest but I missed out on that physical gift. Whereas my sister was blessed with not only bigger breasts, but traffic-stopping curves and what the boys in high school used to call "d**k-sucking lips". She is sensuous and sultry whereas I am willowy and baby-faced. 

Stop it, Kate. I think. Nate chose you, he loves you, he wants you.

I let Nate's eyes wander over my body and smile at him as he walks across the room to take me in his arms.

"You are so beautiful, Katie. I can't believe how much I love you," he murmurs in my ear. He pulls back to look me in the eyes and for a moment our gaze is locked. His hands stroke my long, wet, tangled dark hair, already starting to curl and wave from being in the rain.

I want to keep staring deep into his eyes but I want to take in his beautiful face, again, for the thousand millionth time. His dark brown eyes and long, full lashes. His sweet lips that are soft and pouty without being too full or too thin. His strong nose; his square jaw that manages to seem defined and gentle at the same time. And his beautiful olive skin, always with a healthy glow that makes him look tanned even in the middle of winter. 

I give a little sigh as he tucks my hair behind my ear, and with his arms around my waist he sways with me but never takes his eyes from mine. Out of nowhere a small yawn escapes me and our little spell is broken.

He chuckles, low and loving. "Oh, come now, you've hardly had a workout tonight. Just wait until I get you back home and we can be back in bed with no one around."

"I know," I reply. "There's no way I'd be able to keep quiet enough to not be heard."

"You can hear someone breathing in the next room in this cottage."

"I heard one of your parents fart in their sleep last night."

Nate chuckles heartily and kisses my cheek. "I hope for my mom's sake, it wasn't my dad."

He kisses me on the forehead and reaches for a towel. "I'm going to hop in the shower. Are you going to...?"

A spasm of nervousness zips through my body. "You want me to join you in the shower?" I ask incredulously, in a whisper.

"Oh, no. No way. Just, if you are going to shower, too. I thought we might sit out on the deck, maybe have some wine, and talk and stuff and listen to music."

That sounds like heaven, I think. I smile at him, a smile that feels has barely left my face since we came together at the beginning of the summer.

"Perfect. Hurry up in there, and I'll try to be quick, too."

With a quick nod, he wraps his towel around his waist, and again, my eyes are drawn to the trail of hair that leads to... Even after a summer of ravishing each other, seeing his body like this still feels like a delicious tease. 

As he reaches for the door, I grab his hand and pull him towards me. 

"Katie, what..."

I loosen the towel and it falls to his feet. Without a word, I lower myself to my knees in front of him and look up. He isn't hard yet, but he is as big when he is soft as most guys are when they are fully erect. Already I can see a stirring of arousal as I touch him and stare up at him with my big, round green eyes. I tease the tip of his c**k and swirl my tongue around and immediately feel him grow in my hands. 

"If I can't," I say, "join you in the shower," I continue, as I brush my lips over the tip of his c**k, "then at least..."

His eyes close and his head tips back and as I take him into my mouth I can feel him swelling until my mouth feels stretched around the width of him. Curse my tiny mouth! I think to myself. I wish I could be like a porn star for him, easily swallowing and bobbing until he explodes. And then, I bet he doesn't mind having a big d**k. I sure don't! 

He softly groans as I take him down the back of my throat, trying to relax my muscles like my sister, Sarah, taught me to. "d**k-sucking lips" was no rumour when it came to her talents. If she didn't have as much class as she manages to have without being trashy, the boys would be lined up around the block to blow their loads down her welcoming, c*m-hungry throat. She is the very definition of lady in the street, demon in the sheets.

Quickly, I shut Sarah out of my mind, as if somehow thinking of her will transfer to Nate, and he will start imagining her instead of wanting me. I focus on pleasuring Nate and gently cup and stroke his balls as another soft moan escapes his mouth. Encouraged by his response, I start jerking and sucking and every few strokes I take him all the way down the back of my throat, and until he is almost gasping. Looking up I can see the strain on his face from staying quiet.

He glances down and sees me looking up with his c**k between my lips.

"Oh God, yes, Katie," he whispers. "I love when you look at me like that. Please, keep going, please."

I can see his muscles tightening as his pleasure builds and his hands grip the edges of the door frame. He is quietly gasping and groaning and every few seconds, "...oh, Gooooood..."

Down my throat, again and again; my hands are slick with saliva and I gently twist them around his c**k as I messily suck him. I can feel my saliva dripping onto my chest but I know he loves to see that, and loves when my lips are wet from sucking him. He is so big in my mouth the drool can't help escaping from the sides. 

I know he is getting close when I taste the salty sweetness of his c*m on my tongue, and I slow down to let him feel and enjoy my warm, wet mouth, until I finally increase my pace until his leg starts to shake and his muscles are straining and tight, and when he looks down at me again and sees my mouth wrapped around his big c**k, he groans as loud as he dares, and I feel his hot c*m spurting down the back of my throat, filling my mouth. I swallow as much as I can but that has always been the trickiest part for me; some of the c*m drips out and trickles down along my breasts.

Nate relaxes and lets out a deep breath and I take him from my mouth, regretfully. I would love to swallow his c*m over and over again. I want to live off it. 

He kneels down to kiss me and we share the taste of him, his c*m swirling with our tongues. As we kiss I feel his fingers on my breasts, and he pulls away and lifts his fingers to my mouth.

"You didn't finish," he says, and I eagerly suck his fingers clean and suddenly I am wanton again, craving him like I did in the park. I want him to part my legs and make me scream and fill me with his c*m over and over again, making a wet, slapping, sopping sound. I want my insides drenched. 

Oh God, I want a million of your babies, Nate," I think recklessly.

Nate pulls me to my feet and kisses me tenderly. And then, "Maybe you should get in the shower first, my messy girl."

I wipe my face self-consciously, but smile and wrap my towel around me, and all but skip down the hall to the bathroom.