(Note: All of the characters in this story are fictional, bearing no resemblance to anyone living or dead, and they are all at least 18 years of age.)
In response to the vision of his girlfriend Delphia's impending late night visit, Jules Kittridge's penis ballooned into a steely arc. If he touched himself now he would bust a nut and, in so doing, waste the better part of their first embrace in his fist. Jules much preferred the luxuriant clasp of Delphia's thrusting vagina and the exhilarating shriek of their youthful conjoinment. It had taken him a while to gain the necessary dick control to satisfy her cravings. Jules' religion forbade extramarital sex. Having finally bought in to the concept of fornication, however, Jules was an eager participant.
Next door, young Delphia bade her parents goodnight and crawled into bed. Dressed in a set of flannel pajamas, Delphia looked the part of the naive, virginal teenager off to dream dreams of sugarplums and Disney fairy princesses, though she was long past such childish fantasy. The young black girl had no intention of falling asleep. Delphia's intentions were far more prurient. She knew her parents would stay up watching TV before heading off to bed themselves. She wanted them to be confident in the security of their home and hearth. Delphia's brothers would drift off in their own time. By three a.m. their whole home would be wrapped in the embrace of Morpheus.
Like Jules, Delphia was an eighteen-year-old high school senior. She wore her soft, black hair parted down the middle into two thick braids. She tied these off into a larger French braid resting between her shoulder blades. Her breasts were ripe with the fullness of youth, bouncing jauntily beneath her button down pajama top. Her pajama bottoms snapped tightly about her supple waist to encumber her widening behind. One could not see the taut muscles underlying her belly, but these were obvious. Delphia moved with the grace and assurance of a jungle cat.
Now, as she lay back into bed, she struggled out of her pajama bottoms and, using a flashlight, took a Bic razor and some soap to the lush curls crisscrossing her nubile pubic mound. She needed to be freshly bald down there, believing it would fire Jules' attention. Carefully, she scraped her vulva clean, taking special note of her most sensitive areas. She pried her labia majora open to ensure that no hidden patches of ebon thatch escaped her purview. A small, limber woman, Delphia was fully capable of doubling over to inspect her work, indeed, she was even capable of giving her throbbing clit the odd lick. She employed that talent tonite. The scent of her freshly shaven cunt assailed her nostrils.
"He gonna lick me tonite," she observed with a note of finality. (Jules enjoyed fellatio but was so far unwilling to reciprocate.) "He's gonna lick it or I'm gonna know the reason why."
Taking this cue, Delphia tongued her clit diffidently until she reached the threshold of her deepest arousal. With the familiar electrical shock came the realization that she might be able to nut before heading next door. She took a look at the clock radio beside her bed. Jules would be expecting her in another two hours. Unlike he, Delphia could nut repeatedly without having to rest between sessions.
The young girl relaxed a bit. Doubled over like this, knees pressed against her ears, she couldn't really enjoy the orgasmic wave that had consumed her youth since the first silky black pubic hairs appeared on her mound a decade before. Delphia closed her eyes to re-imagine her most recent sexual experience. Using her middle finger, she twiddled her clitoris alive from its perch at the apex of her slit. She was already wet. Her clit blossomed upward like a small marble. She stroked it opulently between her index finger and middle fingers as it swelled. Her arousal grew. Delphia struggled to quell groans of ecstasy. When the moment came she inserted both fingers and drifted aloft with a silent crash and a sigh. Her legs straightened. Her hips churned. Her entire body racked with spasms. Bright lights flickered wildly in her dome. After several more lingering pelvic thrusts (each more viciously strident than the one prior) Delphia passed out. She slept. Only the glowing flashlight under her blanket bore testimony to Delphia's masturbatory fecundity.
Delphia and Jules had been neighbors since grade school. They'd been at odds for much of that time. He threw dirtbombs at her; she teased him about the size of his head and the fact that he had a girl's name. Jules also came from a family of Jehovah's Witnesses. He wouldn't stand for the Pledge of Allegiance in school. On Saturdays he could be found knocking doors with colorful pamphlets in hand and a pre-rehearsed Bible schpiel. Young Delphia was not above mocking him for these "aberrations" from the norm.
With the onset of puberty this dynamic began to change. The teasing became less personal, more friendly. Childhood enemies often make the best of friendships.
Their homes were cookie cutter versions of suburbia--split level--with an upstairs, a mid-point kitchen/dining room/living room section and a spacious family room downstairs, complete with a fireplace--four bedrooms, three baths. The downstairs in both homes also contained a guest bedroom and a utility room for the washer and the dryer. Jules slept in the downstairs bedroom in his home, well away from the other members of his family.
The utility room in both homes had a backdoor and a set of stairs leading up to ground level. This portal was used by the teens to travel between homes. It was easy enough to open the doors from the inside and step out undetected. Delphia could leave her door unlatched and return in the same manner. Her problem would be mounting the steps back upstairs to her room. She could always claim she'd been in the kitchen.
Now fast asleep, Delphia dreamt of her first sexual encounter with Jules just a few weeks back. It had been Jules' first ever visit to a woman's southern split. Delphia, by way of contrast, had any number of such encounters under her belt.
In their case, they'd been playing "Whirlpool" in a neighbor's above ground, circular pool. The game entailed a group of kids moving in unison around the perimeter of the pool such that a current is created--a whirlpool. The current eventually wafts the whole group along, kind of like a Lazy River. Jules trailed Delphia in the group. Reaching back for him under the water, Delphia repeatedly and disingenuously gripped his crotch through his swimming trunks. None of the other kids noticed. Jules certainly did. He jerked away from Delphia's first few forays, embarrassed at her attentions, thinking that she was gripping his cock accidentally. She was not.
Finally the moment came when Delphia gripped his erect penis in her palm and did not let go. Jules allowed himself to be surreptitiously dragged along the whirlpool route by his cock. His eyes crisscrossed. He drew breath in great bolts. As a Christian, for Jules even masturbation was a sin. The other teenagers giggled and laughed as the current swirled them about, not noticing Delphia's grip. Jules swept along in a fog of pubescent lust.
And when Delphia drew him closer and pointed his erect penis into the split in her bikini bottoms, Jules was on the verge of catastrophe. His baggy shorts served to partially disguise his boner, though one could see his immense erection beneath the sparkling pool waters if one had seen fit to look for it.
She positioned him carefully behind her so as not to attract attention. No one would have suspected them to be so bold in such a public setting. But here they were, in a crowd of other chattering teens, mashing their pelvises together.
Jules pressed a full inch of his cockhead into Delphia's wettened crack before he came. She felt him surge, sway and soften. There'd been no skin-to-skin contact. Jules only succeeded in pressing fabric from their bathing suits into her slit, although he had felt her pussy lips widen before snapping tightly about the helm of his cock. This, more than anything, triggered his ejaculate. This, and the fact that he'd never been this close to heaven before.
