As a 20-year-old prepares to move to California to begin college, he is surprised his friend’s sister is upset about his leaving. He pays her a special visit.
Part One
My name is Donald Seymour. Since the days when I was a small boy, everyone called me Donny—and I preferred the nickname over the one on my birth certificate, too.
In the summer of 1984, I was 20 years old, two years out of high school. I chose not to go to college immediately as I really had no idea what carer options interested me. All of a sudden, computers took off and I saw a vast opening for an analytical person like me to do well in that field. I learned about a college that was in its infancy in its computer program. I greatly wanted to go to that school. I applied and was thrilled to be accepted. The school was in California, some 2,000 miles from where I lived. That was the downside. The bright side was that I’d certainly be able to choose from a dozen different employers in high-paying jobs once I’d graduated. Those companies were all situated in California. Chances were that once I headed westward, and things went as I had planned, I’d only seldom return to the city where I’d spent the first two decades of my life. Those few occasions would basically be to see my parents and my two younger siblings during the holidays. I’d miss my longtime friends, of course, but I was a personal guy. I’d likely find new ones in California to replace them.
About a week before I was to depart for the west coast, I was having a chat with my mother. As my departure date neared, our talks became more and more frequent—and more emotional. On this day, she mentioned that I would be missed by a lot of people locally—some of whom I hadn’t really considered.
I thought she was overemphasizing my popularity, so I was skeptical about her claim. “Give me one example, Mom,” I challenged her.
“How about Elizabeth Martini across the street. I understand from her mother that she’s upset you are going away and won’t often return.”
“Elizabeth Martini? Really?” I stated with a tone of disbelief. “Yeah, Mom, I hadn’t even thought of her.”
Her brother, Greg Martini, was a year older than I was, but we had been friends for about a decade. We liked to play tennis and go bowling together. Elizabeth was his younger sister and only sibling. She liked to tag along and just hang around me. I’d give her occasional hugs just to be friendly. I was too stupid about girls to realize she had a massive crush on me until Greg mentioned in confidence that Elizabeth was always saying she hoped to marry me someday. I was flattered to learn that, of course. Greg was no longer in town in 1984. He had traveled 1,500 miles in a southerly direction to attend the university of his choice—and he did so a few months after his high school graduation. I think I’d seen him only twice in the past three years.
Anyway, I gave Mom credit for being right. “Elizabeth Martini is a real cutie,” I said. “I suppose I’ll miss her, too.”
Mom then made a polite suggestion: “Donny, you’re not doing anything very important at the moment. She’s probably at home with her mother. Why don’t you go across the street and visit Elizabeth right now? You might not get another chance. It would likely make her day.”
I agreed that was something I ought to do. However, I didn’t expect what was coming.
Part Two
I immediately walked across the street and knocked on the Martinis’ front door. I was greeted and let in by the diminutive matron of the household, the mother of Greg and Elizabeth. Mrs. Martini was only about 5’1”, which explained why daughter Elizabeth was a tiny girl. The absent Greg took more after his father. He was far from being a giant, but at least he was 5’8”. Elizabeth was thrilled to see me. I hadn’t set foot in the Martini house since Greg left for college, but I still knew my way around there quite well. Elizabeth asked me to wait for her in the recreation room downstairs while she got us tall glasses of lemonade to enjoy.
Elizabeth descended the stairs with our cold drinks. The tray she carried them on also included a large plate overflowing with both homemade brownies and banana bread. (Mrs. Martini, I remembered, was an excellent baker.) She set everything down on a coffee table—and then basically ambushed me, romantically speaking.
I was seated on the far end of a couch. Elizabeth decided to sit in my lap. That was a first for her. She quickly wrapped her arms around me and pleaded, “I don’t want you to go away, Donny. Please stay. I want to marry you someday. That can’t happen if you’re somewhere in California.”
Tears were welling in her brown eyes. The emotion springing from this girl was startling to me. I embraced her, too, and gave her a huge hug while I tried to figure out what I could possibly say to her to make her feel better about a situation that wasn’t going to change, no matter how hard she wished it might.
“Is everything okay down there?” I heard Mrs. Martini anxiously ask the two of us from one floor up. “Is Elizabeth crying again?”
I took the liberty of answering. “Yes, Elizabeth is crying, but I think I can get it under control, Mrs. Martini,” I replied, despite not being entirely certain that I could do what I just said. By this time, Elizabeth had her head pressed against my shirt. It was becoming wet from her tears.
The best I could come up with was “Hey, that’s no way to act. I’m going to miss you, too, Elizabeth, but there are some things in life we just have to accept whether we like them or not. People exiting your life because they are moving away is one of them. I’m genuinely flattered that you’re going to miss me so much. This really comes as a huge surprise to me.”
Elizabeth lifted her head from my chest, said nothing, but gave me a very sensual kiss on my lips. I had no desire to end it, so it lasted for the better part of a minute.
Mrs. Martini came downstairs not long afterwards to check on Elizabeth’s well-being. She had at least stopped her crying and was sitting beside me rather than on me. “I think she’s okay, now,” I stated to Mrs. Martini. “I had no idea that my going to school in California would upset Elizabeth so much. I’m in no hurry; I’ll stay for a while, enjoy the lemonade and the baked treats, and I’ll have a good, long talk with your daughter.”
“That works out well, Donny. I have to leave for about an hour or so to tend to a few errands. Yes, do stick around and have a good talk with Elizabeth, please.”
Part Three
As soon as we were alone, Elizabeth’s attitude changed perceptibly. “I’m glad we’ll have this chance to be by ourselves, even if it’s only for an hour or so,” she said to me as she got back on my lap and ran her fingers through my hair. “Donny, this might be the only chance we have to do something I truly want to do with you.”
I was getting the general idea where Elizabeth was leading me, but I wanted her to say it herself to be entirely certain of it. Therefore, I played dumb. I replied, “So what is it you want to do with me, sweetheart?”
Elizabeth smiled at me with a naughty look in her eyes and bluntly said, “Well, it starts with this, Donny…” after which she pulled her t-shirt and undergarment off her torso to expose her bare chest to me. That unexpected, sexy action took me completely by surprise. I very much liked what I saw and, even more so, I was all in favor of where this was leading. “Let me take off your shirt, too!” she said. I offered no resistance at all as she carefully unbuttoned the yellow golf shirt I was wearing, lifted it over my head, and playfully tossed it halfway across the rec room with a giggle.
We quickly embraced. I enjoyed the feeling of my bare chest rubbing against hers. I could tell that Elizabeth’s nipples were already aroused. In turn, that development aroused me! I turned Elizabeth around on my lap and began fondling her titties. They were simply lovely to caress. “I love how your nipples are standing at attention, Elizabeth. That is unbelievably sexy.” I turned her around again so I could freely suck on them.
Not surprisingly, I was sporting a prominent erection now. I told Elizabeth that was the case, so she moved off my lap so I could stand up and remove my trousers and briefs. Every last article of clothing came off my body, including my socks. I began tugging on my shaft to get the best erection possible. I intended to please petite Elizabeth sexually. To do that, my dick had to be like a steel rod. The bigger it looked in contrast to her small size, the more I liked it and the more virile I felt.
Elizabeth was wearing pink shorts. She discarded those swiftly and then slipped out of her white panties that had a smattering of blue polka dots on them. She was wearing white socks, the miniature kind that only came up to her ankles. When they came off, we were both gloriously nude.
Amusingly, Elizabeth sought my guidance. “I’ve never done anything sexual in my whole life,” she confessed. “I’ve only seen sex in movies. It looked very enjoyable. I want to do sex with you, Donny, before you go away forever. Can you tell me what to do, please? I won’t tell anyone about this, Donny. I promise.”
I was extremely horny by this point, so I was happy to oblige. I gently lifted Elizabeth off her feet and placed her on the couch again. “First, I’m going to explore and caress your sexy body, honey,” I told her lovingly. I returned to sucking on Elizabeth’s nipples for at least a good two minutes, then I moved down her body to her gorgeous, small pussy. “What a beautiful vagina you have. I’m going to have lots of fun and happiness with it, Elizabeth. It’s one of the nicest ones I’ve ever seen.”
I gave Elizabeth’s most private body part a steady licking for five full minutes. She squirmed, giggled, and thrashed with bliss throughout my act of cunnilingus. Seeing her so happy made me just as happy for her. When I finally pulled my face from her womanly crevice, Elizabeth gave me a silent look that said, “What’s next on the agenda, Donny?”
I said, “I’ll be fucking your pussy soon, Elizabeth, but I want you to please perform some sexual things for me first, if you would. Sit yourself up on the couch. I’ll sit beside you and tell you what I want you to do.”
Elizabeth followed my directive. I embraced her and kissed her on the lips. Then I grabbed her right hand and set it on my scrotum. “Play with my dick, please, honey,” I said. “It will make me feel so good. I showed her how to gently jerk my shaft and play with my testicles. Elizabeth caught on quickly did a passable job for a newcomer.
I then suggested to Elizabeth that she could put the head of my penis into her mouth. She seemed slightly reluctant to go along with my idea, so I used a bit of coercion to get what I so fondly desired. “Remember a few minutes ago when I licked your pussy, Elizabeth?” I noted. “Remember how good that made you feel? Sweetheart, if you lick my dick, it will have the same wonderful effect on me. Will you do that for me, please, Elizabeth? You don’t have to do it for long, but I’d really enjoy it. It’s called oral sex.”
“Well, alright,” she said unenthusiastically. It turned out that Elizabeth quite enjoyed the sensation of having my manhood inside her mouth. She licked, sucked, and stimulated my penis far better than I imagined she would. After six or seven minutes, I told Elizabeth she could stop because I wanted to fuck her while my dick was like iron. Her blowjob was so good I was afraid I’d ejaculate in Elizabeth’s mouth. That’s not where I wanted to deposit my semen.
“Time to put my dick to work,” I informed my petite lover. I figured the simple act of sexual intercourse would be a tight fit considering our size differences, but that would be a wonderful sensation—especially for me. I repositioned Elizabeth in the couch into a lying position. “Spread those legs of yours wide, Elizabeth, I’m going to mount you for a great fuck. Be prepared, honey!”
I took a deep breath and placed my throbbing penis at the entrance to Elizabeth’s small but extremely sexy vagina. Then I pushed. My dick’s head went inside her virgin pussy. She gasped a little bit. I pushed forward a bit more, maybe just a fraction of an inch. So far, so good. I boldly pushed forward again, this time considerably further. Elizabeth uttered a long “Ahh!” but it was a pleasurable noise, not a painful one. One last thrust and I was fully inside Elizabeth’s love hole. I had never entered a pussy that was this tight—and what a joyful experience it was for me! I managed to move back and forth with small, gentle thrusts for only about two minutes before I unloaded a gusher of semen into her. The intense feeling was rapturous. I wished I could impale Elizabeth with my dick for eternity.
I eventually but reluctantly pulled my dick from Elizabeth’s pleasure palace. Semen dripped from Elizabeth’s pussy onto the leather couch, but we quickly cleaned it up with a roll of paper towels. (I took the liberty of putting the soiled towels in my pockets to hide the evidence of my tryst with my best friend’s sister. I’d safely dispose of them at my house.) We remained unclothed and lovingly embraced each other for about 20 minutes. I enjoyed sucking on Elizabeth’s nipples one last time before we dressed. We finished our lemonade and ate three-quarters of the baked treats. Five minutes later, Mrs. Martini returned from running her various errands. Our timing had been excellent.
“Are you feeling better about things now, Elizabeth?” her mother asked her when she came down the stairs to check on her.
“Yes, I feel great, Mom. I really feel wonderful now,” was Elizabeth’s enigmatic reply.
“I’m certainly glad Donny dropped by here to make you feel better, honey,” her mother commented. “It would have been awful if he had left town without coming here to say goodbye to you before he went out west. I’ll go out on a limb and guess that Donny and you shared a few kisses while I was out of the house. Am I right?”
I nodded silently, but Elizabeth said, “Yeah, Mom, we definitely did some kissing. We were very naughty that way.”
“Donny, that was very considerate of you to allow Elizabeth to kiss you. it’s made her feel better about your departure for sure. Thanks, so much.”
“No trouble at all,” I said with a straight face. “I enjoyed kissing your affectionate daughter. In fact, I may have to make a few cross-country trips back home to get some more of Elizabeth’s kisses. They were that enjoyable.”
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