Let Me!


I very carefully picked her up, then brushed her bare thighs against myself.

I licked those clean.

I used her boobs to clean the left side of the top, then cleaned her off with lips and tongue. Her ass for the other side.

Finally I spread her legs with two fingers and lowered her over my mouth. I licked and licked at her pussy, her inner thighs, moving as much saliva as I could onto her skin.

Then I moved her to the tip of my cock, rubbing her against the helmet, sliding her across the sky there.

She grabbed the tips of the two fingers under her armpits, squeezed with her legs.

I started to move her faster and faster, She yipped happily.

Twice I lifted her to my face to lick some more, then stroked again.

I got closer, closer… I gasped, a sharp intake of breath.

“LET ME!” she shouted. I let go and she dropped to my thigh. She ran to grab me from the side, arms wrapped around my cock, pumping furiously.

“GOD!” I shouted. The orgasm stared at the tops of my thighs, ass cheeks clenching. Muscle tension spread like flames, tightening my hips, my belly, then my balls. I tingled everywhere, then came.

Electra turned her face to the side and hugged me tightly.

When the last spurt fell, she stood and staggered up to my chest, falling on my sternum and panting heavily.

I hadn’t noticed when she came, but right now I could feel the satisfaction coming off her in almost-visible waves.

I thought it would be really funny at that point to call her Princess. I also knew that thought came from the part of my brain that wants to kill me.

So, Conrad shut up instead, and just stroked his lover’s fine hair with a fingertip and waited to see in colors again…

After a while I carried her to the bathroom and bathed her. Then I replaced the soapy water with clean and left her soaking while I showered.

We went back to bed, to the same bed. I placed her on a pillow next to mine. We smiled at each other as we drifted off to sleep.

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The next day was wakeup call, dressing, car and naked security games. Electra was a lot more relaxed at the search, though she did ask me to take her to the restroom right away.

I washed her off as well as I could in the sink, then we went to our gate.

Mom picked us up at the airport, taking us directly to the school to pick up our graduation gowns and hats and tassels.

Electra’s gown had to be custom ordered and cost almost as much as mine. The class paid for half of it, and bought her a tassel. It was the same size as everyone elses. She picked it up and wrapped it over her shoulders. “How do I look?” she asked.

“Like you’re about to cry,” I said.

“Allergies.”

“Mmmhmm.”

There was a yellow sticky on my garment bag. Chip wanted to see us in the wood shop. “Mom, can we-“

“Who do you think told Chip we’d be here today?” Mom replied.

“Oh.” We went.

Chip had taken a moving dolly and built a frame for it. It looked like a pedestal, painted in the school colors, with a bird cage on the top. Five out of every six bars had been carefully removed from the cage, so it looked more like the gazebo from the TV show than a cage.

It was firmly mounted and the dolly was hidden completely. “So you can wheel her out.”

“Me?” I asked.

“Of course, you,” Mom said.

“Maybe Mr. Bower should be the one, he made it possible.”

“He’s handing out diplomas,” Chip said. He held up his hand as I opened my mouth. “And the valedictorian has a speech to give, as do some other people. You are the only class officer with no ceremonial duties in the graduation.”

“Conrad.” I looked down at the birdcage where Electra was holding onto the bars. “Conrad, the smartest person you know says that YOU are the most appropriate choice to wheel me out there.”

“He does?” I asked. “When does he get here?”

Mom kicked me. Viciously.



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Index

65. Frosting Marks The Spot (N)

67. Rehearsal