Picnic of Dreams

At six-thirty Archie pulled up in front of Betty's house in his bright red hot rod. Betty, peaking out of her bedroom window, watched the boy jump out of his car and walk up her sidewalk. Betty smiled; Archie was not going to know what hit him.

Archie reached the front door and reached to ring the doorbell. Just as his finger neared the bell, he noticed an envelope with his name taped to the door. Archie peeled off the envelope, opened it, and read:

"Dear Archie,
I'm planning a special surprise. Please park your car in our garage, close the garage door, and come into the house through the inside garage door.

Love and kisses,
Betty"

Archie was puzzled, but he followed the note exactly. He pulled into the attached garage, pulled down the big door, and walked into the Cooper kitchen. Just inside the door another note was waiting:

"Archie,
Come down to the basement Rec Room.
Betty"

Archie walked through the kitchen and headed toward the basement door. Betty frequently had the gang over to listen to records and drink pop in the Rec Room that Mr. Cooper had built in their basement, so Archie knew just where to go. He walked down the steps. When he reached the bottom step, his jaw dropped.

Betty had obviously pushed some of the chairs it the side of the room and had spread a large blanket over the carpeted floor. On the blanket was a basket, some pop, and several platters of food. It looked like a picnic!

What really had gotten Archie's attention was Betty. He long blonde hair was loose rather than in the pony tail she usually wore. She had on one of her father's white oxford shirts and, from first appearances, nothing else.

"Welcome, Archie, and surprise!" Betty was beaming. "We missed out on too many picnics this summer, so I decided that we had to have one tonight. My folks are up in Central City for the weekend, so we won't have insects or anyone bother us. Why don't you settle down and get comfortable."

Archie was vaguely aware that a record was playing softly as he dropped to the blanket. Betty sat down beside him. Betty had made a platter of small sandwiches, had cut up a selection of fruit, and had prepared a bowl of what looked like chocolate pudding. Betty gave Archie a pop and a sandwich and the two began eating and talking. The chatted about their summers, what their pals were up to, and about any news they had heard. Archie couldn't keep his mind or eyes off of Betty's legs. He was yearning to know what she had on under the dress shirt. Archie never thought that a simple white shirt would be so sexy. Once, when Betty reached over to get another sandwich for him, he caught a glimpse of blue fabric - perhaps it was her swimsuit.

After eating a few small sandwiches, Betty grabbed the bowl of pudding and gave Archie a mischievous smile. "Want to do something a little naughty?" she giggled.

Dipping her fingers into the pudding, Betty scooped up a glob and offered the sticky desert to Archie. The boy caught on quickly. Archie opened his mouth and Betty slid her fingers between his lips. Archie licked the pudding from Betty's fingers eagerly.

As soon as Betty pulled her fingers from Archie's mouth, Archie stuck one finger into the pudding and offered it to Betty. She licked and teased with her tongue before sucking the digit into her mouth. When she had cleaned Archie's finger, Betty picked up a slice of apple and dipped the fruit into the pudding. She held it in front of Archie's face. Archie devoured the slice and lingered over Betty's fingers, which had been coated with the pudding as well.

Archie, following Betty's lead, picked up a grape and dropped it into the pudding. Fishing the small fruit from the bowl, Archie brought it to Betty's lips. Just as Betty opened her mouth to accept the gift, some of the pudding dripped off of the grape and onto Betty's shirt. She snapped up the grape and then looked down, "Oh, drats, my dad won't be happy if I get a stain on his shirt."

Archie watched in amazement as Betty slowly, seductively, unbuttoned the white cotton shirt. As each button was undone, Archie was able to see more and more of Betty's delicate, creamy skin. By the time Betty's fingers undid the final button, Archie could see that she was, in fact, not wearing her swimsuit under the shirt. Betty pulled off the shirt revealing her glorious, firm breasts and her tight, flat stomach. Archie stared at Betty's tits with their small, hard, pink nipples. His mouth gaped open widely.

"Silly Archie," Betty giggled again, "don't you like seeing my breasts? Or maybe I should go and put on another shirt?"

"No... no... there're..., there're wonderful," Archie stammered, unable to take his eyes off of the flesh that had so long eluded him.

Betty broke the spell. She dipped her fingers back into the pudding and leaned closer to Archie. Hungrily, he opened his mouth and devoured the pudding; all the while his eyes were fixed on Betty's breasts. Betty pulled her fingers from Archie's sucking mouth and dipped into the pudding again. "Maybe you would like this better?" Betty took her pudding-covered fingers and smeared the goo over her breasts.

Archie gasped. He took one look into Betty's smiling eyes and lowered his face. Like a person possessed, Archie began licking and sucking Betty's tits. His tongue lapped up the pudding and then lingered over the girl's stiff nipples. Archie began panting as his lips latched onto one nipple and then the other. Betty, enjoying Archie's attentions, frequently dipped her fingers into the pudding and re-applied coating after coating of the desert to her breasts. As fast as she smeared, Archie licked, sucked, and devoured.

Betty felt the familiar tingling between her legs. She knew that her pussy was beginning to get wet and slippery. Once again, she dipped into the pudding. This time, however, she was slow in transporting the goo from the bowl to her tits. Some of the sweet, glop fell from her fingers onto her light blue, cotton panties. "Oh, rats!" she exclaimed, "now look what I've done!" Betty hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled the garment down her legs.

Archie dropped back, his mouth gapping open wider than ever. He looked like a deer caught in headlights at night. Betty finished pulling off her panties, sat back, spread her legs, and ran a pudding-coated finger across her wet pussy slit. "Would you like some more pudding, Archie?" she teased. "Or are you full?"