Chapter 8
by Torg
What's next?
Grope her gently
You move a hand up to her chest and feel her breast in your palm through her coat. She breaks the kiss to gasp then moan. You kiss down her cheek to her neck, pulling tiny gasps from her throat with every touch of your lips.
"Oh, Jack. Come here," she says as she steps back a bit and takes your hand. She leads you to some thick evergreen bushes and slips between them and the church wall. Ducking branches, she brings you to a small bend in the wall that is out of the wind and out of sight. She unzips her jacket and pushes you against the wall, meeting your lips. You kiss her and put your hand back on her tit, squeezing it. Alice rubs your cock through your jeans. Her tongue excites you to great heights. The high makes all this so much more so. Every touch tingles. Every taste heightened. The smell of her fills your nose. Time doesn't really mean anything anymore. You pinch her nipple.
"Oh my God, Jack!" as she quivers for a few seconds. She looks at you lustily, panting slightly, and letting out a quiet moan. Without a word, she sinks to her knees at your feet. She attacks your belt and zipper like a woman with a purpose. In seconds, your pants are around your knees, and Alice is licking your stiffening prick. She looks up at you and says, "This looks delicious." Then she takes the head in her mouth and sucks it. You gasp and grab her shoulder to steady yourself.
"Shit, Alice. That's good!" A louder moan escapes your lips.
She takes her mouth off you and whispers, "If you don't keep quieter, you're going to be staying in St. Louis all summer. In jail." Then she swallows half your length in a second, taking your breath away. Her hands knead your ass as she pushes more of your cock down her throat as she bobs in and out. You have nothing to compare it to, but you're certain that you're getting the best blowjob ever given. Cleopatra wasn't this good, you think. You give in to the pleasure and caress Alice's hair as she sucks you. She pulls off for a second and you sigh, but then she licks one of your balls and takes it in her mouth.
Your eyes go wide with pleasure and then she takes your cock again. Three more bobs in and you moan, "Oh, shit!" as your cock erupts in Alice's mouth. She sucks your spunk down and keeps bobbing. You lean heavily on her shoulders as you experience your first orgasm by mouth. She takes every drop, except for a drip she licks off her lips. She tucks you back in and buttons your jeans. You carefully zip up as she stands. She kisses you again.
What's next?
The Summer of Love
Hitchhiking on Route 66 in 1967
The year is 1967, the Summer of Love. This is the era of Rock & Roll. The Beatles, The Stones, The Doors, and Procol Harum are the top bands. Johnson is president. The Vietnam War is in full swing. Anti-war marches alternate with civil rights protests, often led by Martin Luther King. Gas prices are 33 cents a gallon. You are eighteen years old, you live in Springfield, Illinois, the state capital, and you're a senior in Springfield High School. You watched the television coverage of the Human Be-In in San Francisco in January. When Timothy Leary said, "Turn on, tune in, and drop out," his words resonated with you, and you decided to head to California over Spring Break.
Updated on Oct 8, 2024
by Torg
Created on May 23, 2018
by Torg
With every decision at the end of a chapter your score changes. Here are your current variables.
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