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She said, "That sounds great. My parents and I are going on vacation sometime, though."
"For how long?"
"I don't know—maybe a week."
Suzy smiled. "That'll probably be alright, as long as you tell Mom well ahead of time. So whaddya think?"
Jane smiled back. "I think it'll be fun."
"Great. I'll tell Mom. We start as soon as school's over."
And with that the conversation turned to other things.
When the school day was over Jane hurried to the main entrance, hoping to get the final word from Chrissy and get going, especially since she was on foot, so she could meet Peter in their usual place. She had so much to tell him!
Chrissy was there, gnawing on a fingernail and looking even more anxious than before.
When she saw Jane, she hunched over a little as if trying to hide in plain sight. And when Jane came up to her she had trouble meeting Jane's eye, looking away again and again.
When she finally forced herself to look at Jane she said, "Swear you'll never tell anybody."
Jane nodded.
Chrissy looked back at her for a moment as if wondering whether to trust her, then looked away and said, "All right. Tell him...to come."
Then she turned as if to leave, but Jane caught her arm and asked, "Are you sure?"
Chrissy nodded, somewhat jerkily.
Jane told her how to find her house, then finished with, "By eleven, okay?"
Chrissy nodded again, pulled her arm free and rushed out the door.
Jane followed at a more leisurely pace. She knew that she wasn't being honest with Chrissy, and she felt bad about that, because she was beginning to like her, or at least sympathize with her. Jane understood what it was like to be an outsider.
But, she thought, if everything went according to plan, Chrissy would be getting exactly what she said she wanted. And if she changed her mind before Sunday she could let Jane know, and that would be that.
But Jane didn't think she would.
Peter was sitting under his usual tree when she arrived, but instead of standing up, he extended a hand, as if for assistance, and when she grasped it, pulled her tumbling into his lap and kissed her. Which wasn't easy, because she was laughing so hard.
"You jerk," she said, reaching up in mock-anger to pull his hair, then pulling his head down to kiss him again. "And what was the idea of grabbing me in the hall today? I thought we were staying invisible."
He grinned sheepishly. "Ah, I couldn't help myself. You looked so cute coming down the hall with your mind a million miles away. And anyway, school's almost over. Besides, you're about the least invisible person I've ever seen, all of a sudden."
Jane felt herself blushing with pleasure.
"And..." he hesitated, his expression a little more serious, "...doesn't it feel like everything's different since...you know, since yesterday?"
She looked up at him and sighed contentedly. "I'll say."
They kissed again and it was perfection to be sitting under this tree, in this moment, with each other.
When they pulled apart, he looked as happy as she felt.
"I wouldn't change yesterday for anything," he said, then added, "Except I'd have your father come home later."
They both laughed. He gave her a look that was full of love. "God, I want to make love to you about a million more times...and that's just today."
She smiled up at him. He smiled back, then became serious again. "But let's promise each other to be careful, okay? It would be terrible if you got pregnant. So we shouldn't make love unless I've got a...unless I'm wearing a..."
She looked puzzled, so he explained about condoms, then continued, "The Pill would be better, but I don't think you can get that until you're twenty-one unless you have your parents' permission."
He looked questioningly at her, but she shook her head and replied, "They've just remembered they have a daughter. I don't think that's something I could ask them about just now."
He nodded, and she continued, "So I think you'd better get some of those things..."—she smiled wickedly—"...real soon."
She kissed him again, this time teasingly allowing her tongue to slip into his mouth and at the same time reaching a sly hand down to press against his zipper and squeeze him there, not caring that they were sitting in full few of several houses.
Then she jumped out of his lap, laughing, and made as if to run, but he managed to grab her arm and pull himself to his feet. Then he pulled her, giggling, behind the tree, where they were less visible, and pressed her back against it.
Then he said, "Pull up your skirt...slave."
Still smiling, she did so, revealing a pair of sky-blue panties with black paisleys on them.
He slid his hand between her legs and caressed her there while he kissed her the way she had kissed him. She was pleasantly surprised to notice that there was no longer any soreness there. His kiss went on much longer than hers had, but she wasn't going to complain.
It might have gone on even longer if the sound of a screen door creaking open nearby hadn't made them jump apart.
The sound had come from across the street. They froze for a few seconds, and then leaned cautiously around opposite sides of the tree.
They saw a somewhat elderly woman wrestling a two-wheeled shopping cart out of the doorway of her house. Then she pulled the inner door closed and dragged the cart bouncing down the concrete steps of her porch, allowing the screen door to swing closed behind her. She began walking along the street towards town, pushing the cart ahead of her.
It wasn't a particularly interesting sight, or so Jane thought, especially compared to what they had just been doing. But Peter was looking very thoughtful as he watched the woman's progress down the street.
When she had almost vanished from sight he took Jane's hand and said, "Come on," as he led her across the street toward the woman's house.
When she saw they were heading right for the front door, Jane said, "What are we doing?"
But Peter just smiled and led her up to the door. Then he rang the doorbell.
"Peter, what are you doing?"
Peter held up a finger, telling her to wait. He appeared to be listening intently. When it became apparent that there was no one was going to answer, he pulled the screen door open slightly and reached in to try the knob.
He was trying to get into the house! Jane was horrified. "Peter, cut it out!" she hissed, trying to pull him away from the door.
"Locked anyway. Damn," he exclaimed as she pulled him down the steps.
"Why did you want to get in there?"
He smiled at her and said, "Well, I thought we could..."
He stopped. Turned his head and looked at the garage. Looked back at her, his smile wider. Then he took her hand again and started around the side of the house where the garage was.
There was a tall hedge separating the house from its neighbor and Jane felt a little less conspicuous, if no less confused, as they made their way towards the back, where there was another door, leading into the garage.
This one was unlocked.
Jane tried to protest as they stepped into the musty darkness that smelled of gasoline, but found her curiosity getting the better of her now that they weren't so visible.
Peter fumbled around and flipped on a light-switch. By the dim yellow light they were able to see that there was an empty space where a car would normally be parked. Maybe her husband had it, Jane thought. More importantly, there was another door.
Peter immediately went to it and quietly tried the knob. Which turned. He pushed the door open slightly and leaned his head in, listening. He called softly, "Hello?" Then, more loudly, "Hello, anybody here?"
Nothing.
He turned back towards Jane, and pushed the door all the way open with his right arm, while simultaneously bowing and making a sweeping gesture of invitation with his left.
She walked timidly past him into the house, absurdly feeling as if she ought to be walking on tiptoe. She found herself in an anteroom, with coat-hooks on the wall and an assortment of rubber boots on the floor. There was an umbrella stand in one corner. At the opposite end was another door, with a window inset, through which Jane could see the kitchen.
She opened it and, wiping her shoes carefully on the mat in front of it, entered, followed closely by Peter, who left both doors open. In case we have to make a quick getaway, Jane thought.
Peter took over the lead, and they made their way stealthily into the living room, breathing as quietly as they could.
It was a perfectly ordinary living room, with a couch and big stuffed chairs and a television and bookshelves and framed prints on the walls. Over the couch there was a picture window, which would have looked out on the street but had curtains drawn across it.
At the opposite end of the room was a stairway. Peter went over to it, looked up and called "Hello?"
When there was no answer he returned to the middle of the room where Jane was standing. He smiled at her. Then he crouched slightly and, placing his hands behind her knees, stood up again.
Jane felt his hands sliding up the backs of her thighs—and the back of her skirt rising with them—until they settled on her behind, which he began to fondle sensuously as he found her mouth with his.
Oh god, he was making out with her in the middle of this woman's house...which they had just broken into.
This is crazy, she thought. This is really stupid and dangerous. This is really... She felt one of Peter's hands move between her legs again and begin to stroke her there. ...Exciting!
She had no idea why, but there was no denying that the very dangerousness of what they were doing made it even sexier.
She returned his kisses passionately as their tongues went back and forth between their mouths. She pulled his shirttails out of his pants and began running her hands all over his back, then around to the front, where she reached up and began to pinch his nipples. He made an encouraging moan when she did this, and she reached down and began to unfasten his belt...
There was a thud. Something small, hitting the floor.
It came from upstairs.
They froze in mid-kiss, Peter with his hands still under her skirt, Jane with hers on his belt. They listened intently for what seemed like several minutes.
There was no further sound.
They silently drew apart, and Peter walked softly over to the staircase. He began to climb, carefully placing his foot with each step. He was about halfway up when he saw something and stopped. Jane saw his shoulders drop in relief and heard him let his breath out in a whoosh.
Then she heard a plaintive little meow coming from the top of the stairs.
Peter turned to her, rolled his eyes and clutched comically at his chest as if having a heart attack.
"I'll be back in a second," he said. "I'm going to lock this guy up for now. C'mere, kitty. Hey, come back here..."
He ran up the stairs after it.
It always takes a while to catch a cat that doesn't want to be caught, and after several unsuccessful attempts at luring it out from under a bed he finally gave up and settled for closing the bedroom door on it.
When he came downstairs again the living room was empty.
"Jane?" he called. No answer.
He found her in the kitchen. She was lying on her back on the Formica kitchen table. Her head was resting comfortably on her nested hands and she was smiling languorously at him, her eyes half-closed.
Her legs were dangling over the side, and they were spread apart, which made it even more obvious than it would have been that she was wearing nothing but her sky-blue panties. As he gaped at her she reached slowly down with one hand and began to delicately stroke herself with one finger, never taking her eyes from his.
He approached as if hypnotized, and stood between her knees at the edge of the table.
She thought he looked adorable, standing there with his shirt hanging out and one end of his belt wagging suggestively in front of him.
He continued to watch her as she touched herself. Then he leaned slowly down until his forearms were resting on either side of her on the table and, slipping his hands under her shoulders, pulled her forward so that she could feel his erection pressing between her legs.
She wrapped her arms, and then her legs around him and pulled him down to her.
They kissed ravenously, and she began to press her hips against him in a slow grinding rhythm. He responded in kind, which felt wonderful but which started to make the table, which certainly hadn't been designed to carry so much weight, begin to creak in an ominous manner.
They stopped abruptly and Peter stood up. He reached for her hands and pulled her to her feet in front of him.
Jane promptly finished undoing his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, followed by his underwear. She quickly knelt and pulled off his shoes and socks so he could step free. While she was doing this Peter unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside, along with his undershirt.
Jane rose to her feet in one smooth motion, managing to stick her tongue out and lick the length of his cock as she did so. She smiled at him as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed herself against him.
She made her eyes go innocently wide, and said, in mock-distress, "Gee, my panties are awfully wet. I sure wish somebody would help me take them off."
Without answering, Peter knelt in front of her and seized the elastic of her panties in his teeth. He slowly pulled one side as far down as he could, then let go and did the same to the other side. Then, losing patience, he jerked them the rest of the way down with his hands.
The instant she stepped out of them he was on his feet and pulling her back into the living room. He stopped in the middle of the rug and knelt down, pulling her down to face him. Again they kissed, and pressed against each other, and allowed their hands to wander.
Jane wondered if they were going to make love again, despite their good intentions.
When he gently pulled her the rest of the way to the floor she thought so, but when he positioned her so that she was lying on her side she wasn't so sure.
And when he lay down in the same position but with his cock near her face and his face close to her hips, she thought she understood.
He worked one arm under her hip and, circling her waist with the other, quickly rolled onto his back, so that she was on top of him.
She felt her legs being gently separated and her hips being positioned, then the first tingling caress of the tip of his tongue. She curled the fingers of one hand around his cock and raised it so she could use her tongue to just barely tickle the tip.
She couldn't believe it: here they were, naked and all tangled together on a complete stranger's living room floor, their clothes all over the kitchen. If anyone should come home now they were trapped.
God, it was so exciting!
His tongue was doing delicious things to her that seemed to travel right up her spine and into her mouth. She felt as if her tongue was full of electricity. She couldn't stand to just tease him anymore.
She opened her mouth and plunged his cock in as deep as it would go. She began to paint it with the electricity in her tongue. She could feel it tingling where her tongue touched his skin; imagined it racing down his cock and into his balls, then up his spine and into his tongue, which gave it back to her...and around again...and again, the electrical charge building and building, faster and faster...
Oh god, she was going to explode any second. What was that? Oh god, his thumb: he was sliding his thumb up her...up her ass! Oh god, sliding it in and out, in and out until she couldn't stand it any more.
She was coming. Oh god, she was coming!
She felt herself trying to scream while continuing to stroke his cock with her tongue. It was as if someone had suddenly increased the voltage by a thousand percent. Her hips were jerking spasmodically as he continued to probe her with his tongue and thumb. Her mouth seemed to take on a life of its own, swooping up and down on his cock with incredible speed until she heard him suddenly cry out, and felt him spurting, hot and salty, into her mouth.
She slowed down, giving him long lascivious strokes with her tongue, while gently caressing and squeezing his balls with one hand, causing him to jolt and squirt a few more times.
When she was sure he was done, and she had swallowed all that he had given her, she slowly eased his cock out of her mouth, giving the tip a final kiss as she did so. Then she carefully rolled off and, reversing herself, lay down beside him.
But they didn't allow themselves much time to relax. Exciting as it had been, neither of them wanted to be there when the woman or her husband came home.
Quickly they rose and retreated to the kitchen, where they cleaned up, dressed themselves and began to hurry out the door. Jane suddenly stopped and said, "The cat," and Peter, smacking his forehead, ran upstairs to open the bedroom door.
When he returned, Jane was waiting just outside the back door to the garage. After switching off the light and closing the door behind them they made their way back to the sidewalk.
Where they almost ran into the woman and her shopping cart.
She eyed them suspiciously. "What were you doing in my yard?" she demanded.
"Sorry Ma'am," said Peter quickly. We were just cutting through from Elm Street."
And they hurried away, not daring to glance back until they reached the corner. When they saw that the woman had gone inside, they simply looked at each other, wide-eyed, and went, "Whew!"
As they continued across the street Jane said, "I can't believe we just did that."
"I know," said Peter with a grin, slipping his arm around her waist. "Did you like it?"
Jane thought for a second and replied, "Yeah...a lot. I must be crazier than you are. I couldn't believe I was taking my clothes off in there..."
"Oh god, when I came in and saw you lying on the table like that I thought it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen..."
Jane looked up at him. "Really?" He nodded, and she said, softly, "I love doing things like that...for you."
They stopped and kissed for a moment, in the middle of the sidewalk, and Peter said, "I really love you, you know that?"
Jane smiled at him and said, "You'd better."
Chapter Sixteen
As they continued along towards her house she suddenly remembered all her news.
"Oh Peter, guess what?" she said. "My parents are going away for the whole weekend! You can come over!" She stopped, struck by a new thought. "Hey, why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow night?"
Peter smiled at her. "You can cook, too?" He looked thoughtful for a moment, and said, "God, that sounds great. We could actually just...be together. Yeah!" And he even gave a little jump as he said it.
Jane laughed and said, "Yes, just like normal people! Come at six, okay? And then on Saturday we can..."
Peter interrupted her. "Uhhh, Saturday I have to work."
Jane was dumbfounded. "Work?"
"Yeah, at the Word Works bookstore. I work there every summer, but they want me to come in Saturday to help with inventory. That'll take all day and probably most of the evening. Man, I don't know when I'm gonna get all my schoolwork done..."
Jane jumped in. "Oh, I didn't tell you—I've got a summer job too!" Then her mind leaped to another thought. "Oh, wait, what about Sunday? You're not working Sunday, are you?"
"No, but I've got to finish my term papers and..."
"No, listen. Can you just come over for a little while on Sunday morning?"
"Yeeeah... I guess so, why?"
"Never mind why." She grinned at him, then stood on her toes and kissed the tip of his nose. "You just come at exactly eleven-fifteen, okay? No sooner."
