Kathleen managed to get “grounded” during her trip to help transport her aunt’s cat to Arizona. She had gotten caught drinking one of the nights they were out west. I found it absurd. She was nearly twenty one and had spent an entire year off at college already. It seemed like she shouldn’t be able to be grounded to me. Particularly not for having a drink. But Kathleen had an enduring fear of her parents and so she let them continue to set the rules when she was living with them. Which meant I too had to respect the grounding. I was frustrated. We’d been dating for two weeks and Kathleen had been traveling or grounded for basically all of it.

But when Kathleen agreed to sneak off and meet me in the park one early evening, the thrill of it being forbidden added some excitement to the situation. I decided I would try to embrace it. Her grounding would be over soon enough. We sat on a bench and chatted. She told me crazy stories about her aunt and her aunt’s cat and what an ordeal it had been to get them out to Arizona.

“We all needed a drink by the end,” she laughed. “I guess my mother saw it otherwise. She’s such a stuck up bitch sometimes.”

“You said it not me,” I replied. Our conversation broke. The quiet between us wasn’t awkward though. We’d just reach the end of our discussion on that particular topic. “Hey, I have to go water the Cromwall’s plants one last time. Do you want to come with me before you go back home?”

“It’s a date!” Kathleen said enthusiastically.

It hadn’t even occurred to me that the Cromwall’s house would provide the kind of privacy and time together that Kathleen and I had been denied by her grounding, but it became clear to me as I turned from closing their front door to see her slinking each strap of her dress off her shoulder in the entrance to their home. The dress fell to the floor and Kathleen stepped delicately out of it. She stood before me in green lace panties and a matching green bra, biting her lip seductively, expectantly even.

My cock grew stiff. Fully erect in a matter of seconds. I took one step toward Kathleen and she leapt up in the air. Her arms and legs wrapped around me as our lips locked. We kissed intensely, ferociously even. We both wanted each other desperately. Our movements were twitchy and rapid and though they lacked grace, the depth of desire behind them made them deeply, deeply sensual. I let our momentum carry us into the kitchen. I sat Kathleen on the table and kissed her neck. My hands moved to her breasts, as she let out deep breaths. I laid her back on the table and removed her panties in one quick motion. My tongue was inside her pussy in a flash.

Kathleen was unbelievably wet. She tasted sweet with just the slightest hint of sweat intermingled. I moved my tongue at an incredible pace. Up and down her pussy lips, sliding occasionally inside of her and hitting her clit at the top of each frantic stroke of my tongue. I was unfocused, and imprecise, but the pure passion of my effort seemed to be providing plenty of pleasure. Kathleen was moaning with increasing intensity. She sunk her hands into my hair and then pressed down slightly when I hit a spot she enjoyed most. I licked it greedily, over and over. The sounds coming from Kathleen grew louder and I never wanted them to stop. I moved my tongue faster and faster. And suddenly the sounds stopped. They were replaced by rapid breathing. I felt Kathleen’s legs squeeze my head between them, her breath cut out as her entire body tensed and then jagged deep exhales as she shook with pleasure. I let her writhe with my head between her legs, pausing my tongue.

I noticed a large puddle on the Cromwall’s table. I kissed Kathleen’s pussy as it continued to drip while she came. My cock twitched in my pants. I wanted to experience a similar release, but more than anything I wanted to make Kathleen cum again. I needed to hear her moaning, to feel her press me to her pussy, the squeeze of her legs, and that uncontrollable panting. I started licking her rapidly again, even less elegant than my first efforts, but even more full of passion.

“Ohh,” Kathleen said with a mix of surprise and delight.

It couldn’t have been more than 10 seconds until her rapid breathing started again. I was amazed at how quickly she came for a second time. I was glad to know I wasn’t the only one who was incredibly turned on. Her powerful exhales included a loud “Ohhhhh!” during her second orgasm. I brought my tongue to a halt. 

“Holy shit,” Kathleen said, still lying on the table, my head still between her legs. I couldn’t decide how I should proceed. I wanted to fuck her. Badly. But she’d said she wasn’t ready for that step of our relationship yet and I was going to respect her choice. I thought about the way she was lying on the table. I considered trying to fuck her mouth and throat like I’d seen in some videos online before, but that felt aggressive. I’d never done it before and I wasn’t sure either of us would really know what we were doing. I resolved to eat her to orgasm again while I continued to come up with the correct decision. I went to return my tongue to her throbbing, dripping pussy, but I was interrupted.

“Hey dude?” I heard my dad’s voice call. Kathleen shot up like a rocket, gathering her clothes and sprinting toward the back of the house. I slid behind the kitchen island to hide my raging erection and said as casually as possible. “Uh yeah?”

“Oh you are here. Good,” my Dad said.

“Yes?”

“I saw the front door was ajar and I thought maybe you forgot to lock up.”

“Nope just starting actually.”

“OK, well put a little hustle into it, yeah? Amanda is making meatball subs and we can’t eat until you come home. And Papa Bear is hungry.” He reached out to give me a fist bump, which I returned. I saw Kathleen sneaking out the back from the corner of my eye. My dad left. He didn’t notice the massive puddle on the table, so big it was dripping onto the ground. I did and felt a stir of horniness inside me. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Kathleen.

“A little close for comfort, but that was fun! I owe you one ;)”

“Owe me two I believe…”

“<3”

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