“His name isn’t hair-guy, it’s Cliff. And though he hadn’t yet been allowed second base, that didn’t mean they’d stayed near first. Our sweet, misled tufted girl was desperate to keep him out of her shirt and away from the source of her anguish. Their make-out sessions, their passionate kisses, were getting both of them to a highly aroused, near irrational state every time they were together.”
“I can understand how that might happen.” Jay concurred. He let her feel a twitch along her spine.
“Mm. Bad boy. Finally one day when he had come to visit her at the rural communal farm where she’d been raised, she reached a decision. She was pinned to the rough wood siding behind the barn, out of view of any prying eyes. She could feel his hardness pressed full against her, his breath ragged with desire, as their tongues and lips slid against each other, passions bordering on madness.
“When she pushed his eager hands away from her shirt hem a second time, she held them tight in hers, tugging him through the barn door. Moving quickly so she didn’t lose her nerve, she unbuckled his pants, shoving them down over his muscular thighs.”
“I saw his thighs. They weren’t all that muscular.”
“Shush, young man, and listen.”
“I’m all ears.”
Robin wriggled again, rolling his rigid shaft between them. “Not all. Anyhow, his thighs were more muscular back then. As his pants came down, she dropped to her knees, lowering her tufted and hidden titties out of his reach. She had to relieve his passion before he unveiled her shame. Enthusiasm trumped inexperience as she took him in her mouth. His surprised delight combined with the height of their heated arousal, and it was only moments before he exploded, plunging deep past her lips and tongue. Cautious to leave no damning visible evidence on her clothes, she managed to swallow all of his substantial, creamy load.”
Jay’s mind was awhirl. He had trouble getting enough air. Riddle-me Red has just described a blow job in intimate detail as he held her naked body tight to his.
Robin’s hand stroked over his. “You like?”
“Holy cow. Yeah. I like. But how does a bird fit in? You said his name was Cliff.”
“That was her very first Cliff Swallow, silly. And first Barn Swallow. That’s two birds with one moan.” She giggled and Jay groaned at the final bad pun.
“Do you always tell oral sex stories on the first date?”
She shook her head. “Never. And you haven’t even asked me on a date yet.”
Yet? “Does that mean you want me to?”
“If a girl doesn’t get a least one date out of a day like this, she’s doing something very wrong.”
“If a lady wants to hold the door open, a gentleman steps through. Robin, would…”
“Excuse me. I hope I’m not interrupting.” They both jumped, startled, at the unexpected voice. “Ah, I see I was. My apologies.”
Merlin stood facing them. His face showed wrinkles and age, his skin had some definite sag, but he looked fit. His eyes had a youthful twinkle, his teeth were straight and white, and he looked as comfortable in his birthday suit as a judge in his robes.