The Love Trap

"Far out man that is some good shit," Matt says, his voice strained from trying to keep the hit of marijuana smoke in.

"Hey dude you have said that every time you've taken a hit. And you've taken a bunch."

"OK smart ass, how many?" He asks handing his friend Pete the joint.

The radio tuned to the newest underground FM channel is on low as to not alert the neighbors of the kids cutting class. The DJ announces the next song, but no one is listening, "From the movie that is defining the times we are living in, Easy Rider the Brotherhood of Man plays "Don't Bogart that Joint."

Pete takes a long deep drag, "Hun?"

Matt starts to chuckle then, having failed to choke back the hit breaks into laughter falling over rolling on the floor laughing in spasms completely losting it. Pete tries not to lose his hit, but he can't. Watching his friend he has a fit of his own letting loose with a belly laugh spraying mucus and saliva as he joins his friend rolling on the floor. A minute or two later the laughter subsides and a third voice buts in.

"Can't you dudes control your selves? You gonna bogart the joint or pass it over to me?" Pete, still chuckling hands it too her, after all Suzie is his girlfriend. She takes a hit and passes it to Matt.

"No, that's enough for me."

"Whoa man, you sure?" Pete grabs it, "I'll take it, I lost mine back there."

"Hey speaking of losing it," Matt says.

Suzie blushes, Pete glares at his friend. When he can't hold his breath and the hit anymore says, "Be cool will ya."

"Its cool dude just –"

"Just nothin'. It don't concerned you."

"What concerns me," she looks at each in turn, "is getting to the Rock Festival at Altamont it is supposed to be bigger than Woodstock. I'm not going to miss it because you two dudes are to lame to get rides."

"That's what I'm talking about." Matt says vindicated, "My older brother might take us, but he's just hooked up with the local Jesus Freaks out of Hope Chapel and if he thinks you guys are fucking he won't take us. He don't care if you are 18, it is that premarital shit, you know go to hell if you ain't married."

"But the pot, and mushrooms and shit is OK?"

"Yea, he says that is how first found God."

"Sound fucking weird to me, but yeah I'll do my best to keep my hands off of Suzie." As he talks to Matt, Pete slowly moves his hand toward Suzie's tit. She gently slaps his hand before he gets to close. "See it won't be a problem." They all laugh.

Matt stands up, "I gotta split, if I ain't home when my Mom's gets there with dinner all cooked she gets really bent outta shape, and you know how hitchhiking across town is such a bummer." At the door he looks back across room at his two friends. The long rays of the setting autumn sun shimmer thought the smoke filled room giving everything a golden hue. His friends arms around each other laying on the floor look up at him, they have a reddish tinge reminiscence of the ripples of heat coming off newly laid asphalt wet and ready for impregnation of rocks and gravel to hold it together. He waves, sighs, and shuts it behind him.

Before the door was closed they were sitting up, knee to knee shot gunning the joint. A few months ago they realized that with a roach clip on the joint they could French kiss with it in their mouths blowing smoke from one to the other. With the hotbox in Pete's mouth Suzie takes a hit blowing the smoke into his mouth. Every few seconds she would suck air in from the side and continue. She coughs trying to take a third hit breaking the lip lock but it was only paper by then anyway.

Laying on her back she stares at the open beam ceiling of his bedroom a separate room above the attached garage at the back of his parents house. He had painted the ceiling with white paint to match the summer constellations and the Milky Way. She smiles, I want my son to be as smart as he is. The west wall of his room is a glass door allowing them an unobstructed view of the western horizon. The setting sun was burning the ocean with it touch beginning its plunge into its wet and dark depths.

In the background the FM radio DJ continues to talk unnoticed. "I know the sponsor's are not going to like what I'm about to do for you, but it ain't about them, it is about you, and the music being played the way the artist want it played. Maybe someday there will be commercial free radio beamed down from outer space, like the pirate radio stations in England, but until then, I give you, for your listening pleasure is the long version of Light My Fire by The Doors."

He leans over and kisses her. She opens her mouth and their tongues playfully touched and entwine. His kisses touch her and stir feelings in her that she has been told are dirty, that a proper young lady shouldn't feel. She is losing the battle, her body knows what it wants, nipples harden, pussy contracts, her body burns for his caress. She feels betrayed by her body by how it craves his touch, it lives for his attention. Trying to fight it she thinks this must be how my mother feels, she is always telling me what an animal my father is but when they don't know I am watching she does the very things she tells me are disgusting. The things I hope he will be doing to me. She smiles, and I will do to him.

He moves closer pushes up her tank top to kiss her abdomen. The heat from his hands and kisses engulf her. His hands moving ahead of his kisses slide under the tank top pushing her padded bra over her petite breasts. His breath brushing against their unaccustomed naked softness evokes moans. He runs his tongue in between them then around her left between them again to circle her right one. She claws the carpet trying to keep her body under her control.

He takes her breast completely into his mouth sucking and flicking her large nipple with his tongue. Her body wins the battle as an explosion of liquid heat so pleasurable as to be nearly painful erupts deep with-in her, her body quivers. She is surprised as her panties become damp.

He slides his hand down to her cut off jean shorts unsnapping them. They unzip themselves as he slides his hand under her panties. He is nearing the trail head leading to a teenage boy's El Dorado. His parents are working and not due back for another hour, but unlike Matt, he doesn't have to cook dinner. They'll be long gone before they came home. She moans softly spreading her legs to give me better access.

His hand slides through her thick pubic hair gently touching her pussy lips. She shivers with anticipation as he opens her up slipping his finger into her. She wiggles her hips and pussy trying to get as much of him as she can. Her pussy is warm and wet on his fingers. His growing cock quickly hardens at the whiff of her musty aroma.

They have finger fucked before, but he senses today is different. He sits up adjusting his button fly bell bottoms trying to give his cock more room. Her eyes, sensual slits, peer up at him. She smiles seeing the budge in his pants reaches out touching it. A small spot of darkness appears above the buttons. Looking at her spread out before him, breasts petite ripe orbs with small puffy and faintly darker areola topped by hard cock like nipples. His hand under her shorts buried in black bushy mass of pubic hair the wet spot grows.

He slides his fingers in and out, fingering her clit with his thumb, as he again sucks her tit flickering her nipples with his tongue. He adds another finger hoping she won't notice as he sucks hard on her nipples. He goes deep into her pussy as she twitches close to coming. Her voice deep with want she asks for more and harder. She arches her pelvis trying to get his hand as deep into her as she can. She comes with a gush of cum and tremors. He continues to suck her breast and pound her pussy with his fingers as she with many moans and pelvis thrusts tries to cum again. After what seems for him a long time, but not long enough for her she lowers her pelvis back to the ground and sighs.

Shifting position to remove the button sticking into the tip of his cock through his cotton briefs he asks her, "Can you imagine how much better it would feel if my big hard cock was inside you?"

"Yes," she sighs, her eyes close with a look of contentment. Pretty sure she isn't really listening to what he is asking. He pushes the question further as he stands up unbuttoning his bell bottoms. "So I can?"

"Hmmm, yes."

Stepping out of his pants he pulls a condom from his back pocket as they hit the floor. The condom slides easily over his cock grown stiff from fondling her pussy and tits.

Her eyes open slightly as she feels her shorts and panties being pulled down. In a low mellow voice she asks, "Whatya doing?"

He stops. A wave of panic washes over him threatening to wipe out his rock hard cock, "Ah, you said I could?" Her legs are between his, her panties and shorts are at her knees. He leans over her, her body's musty perfume fills him with confidence. His lips brush against one nipple then the other as the tip of his now hard again cock acts like a one eyed cat peeping in a sea food store, teasing her pussy lips. Her hips knowing what she wants better than she does move, her pussy encompasses his cock as in a hotdog bun. Responding to the hunger of her body she whispers, "OoooK."

He is back pulling her shorts and panties off before she has begun to enunciate the letter K. Her eyes focus then open wide as she sees his massive cock hard and upright. It is the final blow to the door of her Bastille, her battle between pleasure and practicality is lost as she gives into the desires of her body, spreading her legs. He kneels, the gates of a teenage boy's El Dorado are open wide before him.

"Sorry 'bout all that business, those inane commercials but it must be done to keep the music coming to you my brothers and sisters. And speakin' of things that must be done, I made an agreement with the station manager to play this song. It's not one of my fave's but I know it is for a lot of ya. It's by Tommy James and the Shondells, Crimson and Clover."

Knowing first times are memorable, this is both of theirs, thought more importantly, not wanting to give her a reason to say no since that is the only thing that could stop him, he moves very slowly. He opens her pussy lips with his fingers and gently enters her. He backs out, a little, then again enters a bit deeper. Each time he goes deeper she opens her eyes wider.

"Oh you're bigger than I thought."

He goes deeper.

"Oh that feels much better than I thought."

He is now slowly moving in and out.

"Oh, oh, oh. Much, ooohhh, better."

Fortunately for him she doesn't seem to be aware of her one sided conversation. He is besieged with sensations both internal and external. His body is working on instinct. The emotions alone would be overwhelming, the deluge of love he feels for her at this moment; the future guilt if they should ever break up; the fear of the possibility of pregnancy and the unfathomable changes that would bring. Fighting and winning over those emotions are the physical sensations emanating from the center of his being, his hypersensitive cock. Tight and substantial warmth has overpowered his higher senses thus rendering his somewhat limited sexual vocabulary ineffectual.

"Oh that feels, ooh yea, bet better than I thought." She wraps her legs around him pulling him closer to her. Their hips begin moving in time with each other, in out, in out, slowly increasing in speed and intensity.

They realize words are not required. Seeing the smile of astonishment and joy on the girl, woman now, that he is loving tells him enough. As his smile of elation and passion for the woman loving him tells her. She takes his love in. It becomes part of her as she gives it back to him tenfold. Love multiplied becoming part of them before it spreads out into the world taking on a life of its own.

He sucks on her nipple and plays with the other one as he moves in and out of her. She tries to vocalize her needs and wants but as Pete has given into the sensual so does she letting her body do the talking. She wraps her arms around him pulling them closer, her hips moving faster forcing him deeper and deeper. Then she releases him as he arches his back trying to help her get him deeper into her.

She comes first. Her hot cum juices infusing his condom covered cock with her irresistible warmth and affection leading him to one deep overwhelming thrust of ardor and teenage lust filling the condom to near capacity. Afraid the condom could leak or he overfilled it he pulls out, as much as he likes her he doesn't want to be a dad just yet.

The book he read about pulling out to ensure the condom didn't leak also said that girls like to be cuddled after sex. But he isn't thinking about the book there is a new feeling, an urgency in him to make sure she is happy. He quickly pulls the condom off before going to her. Still on her back he holds her, kisses her and together they bask in the warm after glow of love.

Trying to not be the man the book talks about who falls asleep after sex he playfully sticks his tongue in her ear. She laughs. They smile at each other speaking at the same time, "That was fucking amazing." They laugh at talking at the same time. They laugh at their pun. They are happy to be together. He can't help himself he fingers her nipple then kisses it.

"You keep doing that you may have to fuck me again."

He smiles and pulls harder. She leans into him and they kiss, lips crushing lips, hard tongues playing tag. She reaches down to scratch an itch on her leg and realized it's his cock, hard again, rubbing against her.

"As the time draws near for me to leave you" the DJ continues voice and music lost in the ozone, "till the morrow I wanted to play a song that's taking rock in directions no one ever thought it would go, Tales of Brave Ulysses by, my fave group Cream."

She smiles. She smiles because she realized that a need deep inside her, inside all woman including her mother but one her mother was never able to deal with has been answered. She wanted more, and she knew he did too. She knew, just like he did, they were helpless to stop now. She started stroking his cock. It was his turn to moan.

She cupped the head of his cock in the middle of her hand and gently squeezed. He closed his eyes and moaned. She then slid her hand down pulling the skin on the head tight. On the up stroke she teased the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue dribbling a little saliva on to it. Her hand slid a little easier on the down stroke. She dribbled a little more saliva and began stroking him faster. He laid on his back, "Oh oh, oh." He was hers for now and forever as long as he let his little head do the thinking and she could manipulate it like this.

She felt his cock grow in her hand, and her pussy getting wetter. She climbed on top of him guiding his cock inside her. He open his eyes and wanted to say no, not without a condom but it felt so good, his hard cock swelling and filling the inside of her wet and warm pussy. She slid down taking his cock deep inside her. She began moving up and down breasts swaying as she did, Pete was hypnotized. She kept bouncing and pulling his cock deeper and deeper. She felt him cum this time his warmth filled her making her cum with a spasm so violent Pete had to grab her to keep her from falling. As they came down from the high of loving she lays on his chest eyes closed in contentment, never wanting to leave his side. Feeling her full weight on his chest Pete knew he would never be happy with anyone else.

"OK I lied," the DJ says, "this song The End by the Doors is truly the end of my show for the day."

****

"Daddy, Daddy." There is a tug on his pant leg he looks down into the face of his daughter her mother's dark eyes full of the inquisitiveness of youth look back at him. He smiles, she has her mother's curly mop of dark hair along with my smile and cheeks. "You promised to tell me how you and mommy feel in love just as the stork dropped me off."

"Well, it was in this very room that you Daddy kissed your Mommy deciding it would be the best for all concerned if we got married."