Sveta Rocks

Sorry it took so long to get back to the blog; my life got busy. And not the fun kind of busy either. But I'm taking the time to talk about Sveta, because she's great. I really think I am going to tell her. I've just got to get up the nerve. And then she can see this blog, and know how terrific she is.

Anyway, she came over, as promised, dressed up and everything, and we went out to my absolute favorite restaurant of the moment, this terrific Indian place which is a trek away but worth it, because the food is so good and the prices are so low. During lunch, I had to fight down the urge to eat too much, because the food is just that good, but I spent a lot of time looking into Sveta's eyes, which helped some. I even played footsie with her under the table; I'm turning into a teenager again.

She's not a fan of spicy food, which made ordering more difficult, but she liked the rice pudding and the bread. Then we went out to the car and sat there for a moment, and then kissed. Hell, I don't care who knows it; I love her. It's not like we look odd, or any more odd than any two girls kissing, and I don't have to be worried about anyone finding out because there's nothing particularly wrong about it. Well, she's still underage for a little while longer, but who'd know to look at her?

It was hard to steel ourselves for the drive home, but we managed, although toward the end I was tempted to pull off the road and just have at it. We rushed in from the cold and straight up to my room; we've been making love almost exclusively on my bed for a while, even though the rest of the house has options. My parents weren't in, which was great because it avoided that whole issue.

Getting her out of her winter clothes was an adventure, but a fun adventure, and then there she was, in the cutest little underwear set that I bought for her. I have a matching set, which I wasn't wearing, stupid me. Lavender with little blue dots and white lace. Sexy as hell. I was wearing a nice black set, lacy and mysterious, bra cut very low, panties almost a thong. I don't like thongs that much, but these panties are just on the other side of a wedgie-inducing thong, and they show me off well, I think. If I had a picture, I'd post it, but you'll just have to trust me until the computer situation is resolved.

We lay down on the bed and got down to business, losing the undies fairly quickly, and then I let her go down on me first. She's gotten good, not as good as my sisters maybe, but respectable. More than respectable. Practice makes perfect, and I aim to give her as much of that as I can. I don't always get off on watching someone eating me out, but her adorable little eyes looking up from between my legs just melted me.

Then I drove her over the edge, quite quickly for her, probably because of the tension of the car ride. She whimpers, it's so cute. And she gushed like a fountain, two or three big squirts. I can't get over that either; she's the wettest cum I've ever had. No, it's not piss. I don't care what anyone says.

We lay in the wet spot and kissed and held each other and whispered sweet nothings, and then it seemed like a good time to finger each other, so we did that. Sveta doesn't cum easily from fingering; I always beat her. But that's okay, because then we can move on to strap-ons, and I've gotten mine so I can fuck her brains out. Actually, in this case, we pulled out the double dil.

That was terrific too. We wound up ass to ass, like we were joined together at the cunt, which I suppose we were. After that, we both needed a breather and a drink, and since my parents weren't there, we wandered down naked and sweaty and got some juice.

She said she couldn't stay the night, and I said, "Oh yes you can," and that convinced her. She was just being coy, the minx. Or maybe I kept her from doing something important. Neither of us cared much.

We ordered pizza for dinner, because neither of us wanted to do anything but lie in each other's arms and kiss and stroke. The pizza guy got to see me in boxers and a t-shirt, neither of which fit all that well. I know my nips were standing out. He didn't say much, but I think he got plenty for his tip. If it had been a porno, I would have invited him in to fuck both of us, but he wasn't particularly attractive and we don't live in a porno.

We had booze with our pizza. Yes, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, that's what I do. We didn't get particularly drunk, just tipsy. Then we were heading back upstairs when my parents came home. I rushed Sveta, who was totally naked and giggling, up stairs and, for her benefit, threw on a robe. My Dad winked at me, and Mom laughed, but they both said they'd stay downstairs for a while.

Sveta was masturbating when I came back into my room; she was tipsy and horny, a terrific combination. I got a second helping of juice from her pussy, then I let her put on a strap-on and fuck me. She's not so good at that, but then why should a woman be good at that? It's not biologically natural. But she can still make me cum.

There was more kissing and stroking and licking and sucking and all that good crap, but we were pretty much finished for the night. I came one more time from Sveta's fingers, but she said she was too tired to cum again, so we curled up together and fell asleep. I'm not usually a quick sleeper, but with her, I can lie there and enjoy falling asleep next to her. I wish she had a twin brother, just like her. The three of us could have such fun together.

In the morning, my Dad was already up; he told me in a low voice that he'd come into my room to check out the action, and he approved of my taste. He'd love to fuck her, I know, and I bet she'd love it too. I just need to do it right. It could work. I keep telling myself that, but it doesn't make it any easier.

We showered together, which was mostly showering, unfortunately, since we both felt a little drained from the previous day's fun. But before we got out, we were wrapped up together in the warm water, kissing, breasts pressed together, and our hands were down between each other's legs, busy busy busy.

Then she had to go, and I had to work, and since then, it's been hectic. But we're looking forward to this weekend; we're going on another date, dinner this time, and then she's spending the night. She'll come over later, so we won't have as much time, but still, I'll take what I can get. She's so relaxing, it makes all my troubles seem less troublesome.

I'm infatuated with a teenager. Certainly not role-model material. At least I'm not old enough for this to be anything more than mildly creepy. Also I'm not a guy, and sorry guys, it's less creepy for me than it would be for an identical guy in my situation. I don't agree with it, but that's the way it is.

Now I just have to muster up the nerve to tell her, maybe not everything, but a few things. She needs some cock. We love making love, but we both could use some cock. And she doesn't seem to be able to find some of her own. I wish there was a middle ground, like when James wasn't an ass. If there was some guy we could share who wasn't related to me, it would be less intense. But I still want to tell her. I do.