Serendipity - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

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Chapter Four

When Caitlin declined my offer to teach her to jerk me off, that seemed to end the festivities for the day. The girls got out and went into the house to do whatever it was that they did after swimming. Usually, in this situation, they ran, and were yelling as they did so. Their quiet walk convinced me they were all thinking about what had happened. I wished I could somehow hear into Kat's room. That was a conversation that I would have bet serious money would be most interesting.

Sometimes Ashley and Emma stayed for supper, but not that night. By the time I had put things away and checked the pool filter, I entered a house that had only one teenage girl in it. She was dressed, but it was in only panties and a tank top and neither of them did much in the interests of modesty. Her nipples were still firm and she was humming.

"You okay?" I asked. I should have put something on before I asked that, because I was still naked and my cock, which had gone soft while I worked, had noticed her nipples and the fact that the shape of her pussy lips was visible through those panties. It rose to half mast.

"I'm fine," she said, carelessly, glancing at my penis. "So is Emma, which practically astonishes me. It was Ash who was a little freaked out, I think."

"Why do you think that?" I asked.

"Because she said she wished she'd had the guts to suck you, and now she really does think she's a slut."

"Maybe we can work on that," I said. I realized how that might sound, and hurriedly added some information. "About her self-image, I mean ... not the other."

Caitlin, who up to a couple of days before had been my very cute, very smart, tomboyish pal, stood and looked me up and down quite frankly. "So you don't want her to suck your cock?"

"Things have gotten awfully adult, all of a sudden," I said, weakly.

"Well ... you're an adult ... and in exactly thirty-four days the great state of California is going to say I'm an adult." She smiled brightly. "So what's the problem?"

"The problem is I'm not used to you being an adult," I said.

"Me either," she giggled. "But it sure is fun. I'll tell you that."

I looked at her seriously. "Caitlin ... I love you. And I don't want anything to happen that will make you sad, or freak you out or be uncomfortable. Okay?"

She walked up to me and stood within ten inches of me.

"I'm not freaked out," she said. She put her hands on my shoulders. She glanced down at my bare groin, and then back up to my face. "Not freaked out at all."

And to prove it, she kissed me again, like she had out in the pool.

And this time she was the one who started with the tongue.

When she stepped back and looked down at a now fully engorged penis, she grinned.

"I love it when it does that," she said.

I put on some shorts while Caitlin boiled macaroni. I got out a loaf of garlic bread from the freezer and put it on a cookie sheet in the oven, and then put together a garden salad.

Supper was normal, and there was no mention of anything even remotely sexual. That was good, actually, because I was having a hard time fitting the sexual component Caitlin had exposed in her life into my understanding of her. I bet all parents face this thing too. At some point they realize their child's life contains some sexual component, and no matter how hard they try, they can't adjust to that. It was a little easier for me, probably because I had recognized her sexuality for a number of years already. I'd even fantasized about her.

But actually doing something is very different than fantasizing, and it was that difference I was having trouble with.

As it turned out, she was more comfortable with things than I was. Not only that, she was not willing to give me the time it would take to process things and get comfortable.

This became evident when, as I lay in bed that night, reading the collected works of Edgar Allen Poe, there came a tapping at my chamber door.

It wasn't a raven.

It was Caitlin.

She was still dressed in those panties and the tank top, which, in the past, had passed for PJs. Now I didn't think about it that way any more.

"Uncle Bob?" came her soft voice, needlessly. I was already looking at her.

I kept looking at her.

"I was just wondering," she said, fidgeting.

"Wondering what?" I asked.

"Well ... remember out in the pool, when you asked if I wanted to learn to ... um ... make it squirt?" She looked away, and then down at the floor, before bravely meeting my eyes. "I think I'm ready to learn that now," she said.

My cock came alive in my shorts. It was just full of tingles as blood flowed into it.

"You sure?" I asked, carefully. I concentrated on doing that instead of ripping my shorts off and saying something like "Git on over here, darlin' and make Little Richard puke!" I am somewhat ashamed that, not once, did I think about telling her that wasn't a good idea. The train was already derailing by that point.

She nodded.

Something in her nod calmed me down.

"What changed?" I asked.

She came over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I actually wanted to out there," she said. "But I was afraid."

"Afraid of what the others would think?" I guessed.

She nodded.

"So Ashley isn't the only one who thinks she's a slut," I guessed again.

"Am I?" There was fear in her eyes.

"No," I said, gently. "Like I said, you're curious. That's all. You're perfectly normal. I just didn't expect you to be this normal while you were visiting me, that's all." I figured a mixture of different kinds of truths would make communication between us easier. "Actually, I never expected for me to be involved in you being normal like this," I added.

"I've had a crush on you since I was twelve," she admitted. "So have Ash and Em."

"I suppose that's normal too," I said. "As long as you understand it's just a crush."

She looked at my shorts, which now had a nice bulge in the front.

"So ... can I try it?"

I thought about it. It threatened to blow my mind. It really is quite different to contemplate actually doing something that, before this, was firmly in the realm of fantasy. But, as she had pointed out, in a little more than a month she'd be legally an adult. And she was already over the age of consent.

And all she wanted to do was learn how to jack a boy off ... right?

"Sure," I said.

"What do I do?" she asked, suddenly excited.

"Would you consider taking that shirt off?" I asked, just hoping.

She blew me away by skinning out of both the shirt and panties. She struck a pose.

"Am I pretty?"

I shoved my shorts down, exposing a slightly drunken erection, which weaved and bobbed as blood continued to fill it.

"Is that any indication?" I asked.

"That just means you want to get in my panties," she said, arching one eyebrow.

"You're not wearing any," I pointed out.

"Oh!" she said, her eyes going wide. One hand went to shield her pussy. "Should I be scared?"

Only then did I realize she was teasing me. It was surreal.

I pushed the shorts off and lay there.

First, she leaned over to reach and grip me. That turned out to be awkward, so she crawled up onto the bed and got on all fours, next to me. She held herself up with her left hand while the right stroked. But she was too high up to be able to bend her wrist properly and it fatigued her arm. Eventually I moved her onto her knees next to the bed, and moved over to the edge, where she could reach normally.

Then things began to happen.

She was a natural. As I explained why I wanted her to do things this way, or that way, she grasped the concept quickly, and soon she had the right grip, and the right speed.

Everything was going fine when she suddenly stopped with a yip.

"Oh! I completely forgot!"

"What?" I asked, breathing deeply.

"I wanted to try this," she said.

Then, with no warning, she got up, leaned down, and surrounded the tip of my cock with loose lips.

It's hard to describe what she did. It wasn't a kiss, exactly. The head of my cock didn't go in her mouth. There was no tongue involved. It was more like her lips hugged the tip of my penis gently. Then she tightened her lips as she pulled away, which made them sort of nip and caress the skin right on the tip of my cock. You know how someone bites the tip of a fresh soft ice cream cone with just their lips? It was like that.

She went back to her knees and licked her lips, looking thoughtful.

"It doesn't taste like anything," she said.

"It almost did," I gasped.

"What do you mean?"

"You almost got a mouthful," I panted.

"No way," she scoffed.

"You just make sure you don't do that any longer than you just did, or put it any deeper in your mouth, or you'll find out the hard way," I said.

"Really? It's that easy?" She was clearly amazed.

"It's a whole different thing than what you were doing," I said.

"Speaking of which ... should I continue?" she asked.

"Please," I begged.

Pretty soon she was going again, stroking me expertly.

"I like this," she said, happily.

"Not as much as I do," I panted. "Keep going like that until I tell you to speed up. Then tighten your grip just a little."

"Okay," she said, already speeding up.

"I'm close," I panted.

"I want to see it," she said, excitedly.

"Now!" I gasped.

She did it perfectly. Her grip tightened and her hand sped up. I didn't even have to help her. I felt myself go over the edge and, suddenly, my cum was shooting all over the place. Most of it went on my stomach and chest, but the bed spread was spotted on both sides of me as her hand wobbled. But she didn't let go or back away. Instead, she continued to milk the beast until I had to tell her to stop because I was too sensitive.

My cum was already on her wrist and forearm, which apparently hadn't bothered her, because she reached, tentatively, and pushed the tip of her right index finger into a blob of the liquid on my abdomen. She smeared it maybe half an inch and then pulled the finger back to examine the tip.

"You'd have done that in my mouth?" she asked, weakly.

"If you'd have kept going ... yes," I panted. "When it wants to shoot ... it shoots."

"Wow," she sighed. She brightened. "That was so cool! Thank you!"

"I should thank you," I said.

"You're welcome," she said. She stood, leaned over and kissed me, with tongue.

"Night night," she whispered.

Then she picked up her PJs and left the room.

Just watching her naked ass wiggle as she left made my cock want to stiffen up again.

But it didn't.

She'd worn it out.

I slept like a log and then woke up worried. By any measure, I'd taken things an awfully long way with Caitlin in the last couple of days. And I found it very difficult to accept that she would be fine with it. I assumed that she'd have an attack of guilt, and that things would be strained between us.

But she was already up and had eaten when I got up. There was a note on the table that said she'd gone for a run. I wondered if that was wise, considering that her ankle injury was so recent. But there was nothing I could do about it, so I took a shower and ate some cereal by the time she got back, panting and looking every bit the athlete. Girls look good in sports bras, especially when they treat them like they are outer garments. Her running shorts were loose, but her leg muscles were tight and well defined.

"How's the ankle?" I asked. "Sore," she said. "I mostly walked, but tried a sprint at the end. I think it's okay." She then announced she was going to take a shower, and bounded down the hall to her room. The ankle looked fine.

I had some work to do, so I went to my office. Maybe an hour later I heard Emma and Ashley come in. There was some noise as they searched for and found Caitlin, but then it got quiet as they all retired to her room.

It was only quiet for maybe two minutes before I heard the uproar that resulted when she told them what she'd done.

I found that out when all three of them appeared in the doorway to my office. I looked up. Caitlin explained.

"They're mad because I did that without them here to watch," she said.

"It's not fair!" barked Ashley.

"I thought you didn't want to do that," I pointed out.

"That doesn't matter," she said. "She shouldn't have done it without talking to us first."

"So this is a team effort?" I said, forcing myself not to laugh.

"It's not fair for her to do things we don't get to do," explained Emma. "Or at least be there for."

"So it's one for all and all for one," I suggested. "Like the three musketeers."

"Exactly!" said Ashley, triumphantly.

"I see," I said. I didn't argue with them. Sex by committee would never work, but I wasn't going to have that discussion with them. "I'm sorry I abused one of the musketeers."

"They want to try it," said Caitlin. "To, you know, catch up with me."

"Oh," I said, feeling a sinking sensation in my gut. This could get complicated. "When?"

"Right now," said Ashley, firmly.

"Right now," I repeated. "As in today ... here ... in my office?"

Ashley blinked several times. Emma looked at a loss. Caitlin solved the dilemma.

"No, on your bed, like last night."

"And will they abide by the same rules you did?" I asked.

"What rules?" asked Ashley.

"You have to be naked," said Caitlin, who had divined my meaning.

"All the way naked?" asked Emma.

"Of course," I said. "What's the big deal. We've been naked together before."

"I know that," said Emma, pouting. "It just surprised me, that's all."

"Well you don't have to do this," I said, giving them a way to exit gracefully. Just because Kat did something doesn't mean everybody else does too."

"Yes we do," said Ashley, firmly. "We made a pact."

"A pact? What kind of pact?"

"Never mind. Kat did it and now we want to learn too. That's fair. Okay? You said you'd teach us."

Such is the reasoning of girls who are almost ... but not quite adults.

I was a little stunned at how easily Ashley and Emma stripped when they got to my bedroom. There was no delaying, or hesitation. They simply got out of their clothes. So did Caitlin. And Caitlin took the lead, positioning me on the bed, as I had been the night before, and then getting into position on her knees to reach and fondle my penis. I was shocked enough by all this that I wasn't hard yet. But once she started to manipulate me, that problem was solved pretty quickly. She got in five or six good strokes on a nice erection before Ashley spoke.

"Yeah, yeah. My turn. Move over."

She wasn't quite so cocky when she reached, gripped, and stroked for about two minutes.

"When will it happen?" she asked.

"Well, what you're doing feels wonderful," I said, my hands behind my head. "But you'll have to change your grip and the speed of things to make it shoot."

Ashley, as it turned out, was not a natural at this. First her grip was too loose. Then it was too tight. When she got the right grip, she moved too slowly, or not in full length strokes. She got frustrated, so I suggested she take a break and let Emma try.

One may be for all, and all may be for one, but in this set of musketeers, there were only two who fully understood the intricacies of coaxing sperm from a hard prick. Emma caught on just as easily and quickly as Caitlin had. I think Kat could see it, because pretty soon she said, "Okay, you're doing good. Pretty soon he'll tell you to speed up. When he does that, tighten your grip just a teensy bit and really jerk on it. You'll feel like you must be hurting him, but you're not."

"Like now," I gasped, turned on by Caitlin's obvious excitement about this whole mad scene.

And Emma did exactly what she was told. Except that when the first shot rocketed into the air, she let go and backed away, shocked, I think. So I had to reach and finish the job.

At least I was able to direct it all to my chest, and not make a mess.

Caitlin, either emboldened by her previous experience, or showing off for her friends, reached and this time slid all four of the fingers of her right hand through the little puddles of cum on my chest.

"It's slippery," she said, excitedly.

Naturally, once one of the musketeers had done that ... the other two had to follow.

Have you ever had three sets of fingers rubbing sperm all over your chest and belly?

I recommend it.

There was no awkward recovery from this event. That's because, once they were satisfied with sliding their fingers all over me, they somehow decided, without speaking, that it was time to thunder out of my bedroom and go back to Kat's. I didn't know it then, but their purpose in changing locations was because they wanted to do something they'd done many times before this. And that was to masturbate, rubbing their tender, inflamed clits and pinching flushed, turgid nipples, seeking the same kind of satisfaction they had just given me.

Of course they couldn't masturbate in front of me. Never mind that I had just masturbated in front of them.

Nor could they admit that, over the years, before they experimented with me, they had experimented with each other. They weren't lesbians. It was more that they were unwilling to experiment with boys, because they knew too many examples involving other girls who had done that ... and it hadn't gone well.

I was the first man they trusted. Further, Kat was right about them having crushes on me. So that's what led to them all extending their experimentation beyond Kat's bedroom. Or Emma's or Ashley's.

And since all of them had gotten hot and bothered by what had gone on in my bedroom, they all wanted some relief. They just weren't ready for me to know some things about them that they assumed I would judge harshly.

The thing is - and this is something most men don't understand - once they diddled their clits, and had their orgasms, they were ready to put all that behind them and go on with their normal day. Men like to reflect on sex for quite a while. With a woman, once she's finished, she's finished. At least that's the way a lot of women are. They probably can't understand why a man, once he's cum in a woman, wishes he could do it all over again within ten minutes.

Anyway, suffice it to say that by the time I got dressed again, they were ready to go hang out at the mall. I did get three fleeting kisses as they left. And then I was able to get back to work.

It only took me half an hour to get my mind on business.

Again, and probably for the reason I mentioned above, when Kat got back and the other two musketeers went home, it was a normal, sex-less evening. We had supper, and then watched a movie on Netflix. I got a very nice, but much too long, good night kiss (considering who was involved in the kissing), but that was it for the day. She didn't show up at my bedroom door, begging me to let her coax another load of cum from my balls.

Which means I had to do that myself.

I had a meeting with a client the next morning and it was a two hour drive to get to his office. So I got up before Kat did and went on my way. I got back around two in the afternoon.

The musketeers were skinny dipping in the pool. Naturally, I joined them.

Emma came up to me once I was in the water. Gone was the reluctance to let me see her naked upper torso. She acted completely casual about the fact that her big, firm breasts were bare right in front of me. That said, her nipples were pretty flat.

"That was fun, yesterday," she said.

"I'm glad you were entertained."

"I want to do it again," she said.

"Well, I won't lie. I'm looking forward to that," I said, smiling.

She grinned.

"You make me feel so good," she said.

I noticed those nipples were no longer flat.

"I'm glad."

I must have sounded like I was only being polite or something, because she went on.

"No, really. All most adults do is make rules, or talk about what we've done wrong, or tell us what to do. They don't try to understand us like you do."

"You might be reading more into this than is actually there," I said, hearing a little hero worship in her voice. "You guys were curious about men, and I took advantage of that to have some fun of my own."

"But you're honest about it," she said. "Most adults are hypocrites. They say one thing and do something else."

"I guess that's true," I said. Being an adult is complicated, and I didn't feel like trying to explain all that right now. Besides, she'd learn soon enough that in the adult world, despite all that stuff about honesty being the best policy, being honest was something that often got you in trouble.

"What are you talking about?" asked Caitlin, who arrived in a swirl of water.

"I was trying to get him to let me do it again," said Emma.

"What I don't get is why you two can do it and I can't," said Ashley, arriving right behind Caitlin.

"Don't worry about it," I said. "You'll do fine. Sometimes it just takes a little time to catch on."

"They've both made you shoot," she said, pouting. I cut her off before she could say it.

"And that's not fair," I said, using my whiny voice.

"Well it's not," she said. Her voice was surly.

"Everyone has different gift, talents and skills," I said. "Don't get all wrapped around the axle just because your gift might lie in a different area."

"Such as?" she asked, disconsolately.

"Maybe you're a born cocksucker," I said.

I meant it as a shocker, something outrageous that would convince her to keep trying her hand, pun intended, at satisfying a man. But she was unhappy, and feeling sorry for herself, and people in that condition often make poor decisions. Or at least could make better ones if they were in a better mood.

"Maybe I am!" she said, sticking her chin out.

"Ash!" gasped the other two musketeers, horrified.

"Well maybe I am!" insisted Ashley. "Look at Megan Surrey. She brags about how great it is to suck cock, and about how she can wrap any boy around her little finger because of it. Maybe that's my talent too."

"Don't be silly," said Caitlin. "And don't be a drama queen. It's no big deal. We're just playing around anyway. Don't take this so seriously."

"Easy for you to say," said Ashley. "You made him go off like Old Faithful."

"So you want to suck him now?" Caitlin was getting angry now. I could hear it in her voice.

"What if I did?" asked Ashley. She was making one bad decision after another, painting herself into a corner.

"Don't I get a vote in this?" I asked.

"No!" said both Caitlin and Ashley, looking at me only long enough to say that.

"Let them fight," whispered Emma in my ear. "While they're doing that, I can jerk you off again, okay?"

The whole situation was getting ridiculous. I was suddenly - and starkly - reminded that these girls were teens, still in high school. And while they had been acting a heck of a lot older a short time in the past, right now they were acting their age.

"Give me a rain check," I said to Emma, reaching to squeeze her naked butt. "Seeing them act like that kind of kills the mood and I've got some more work to do."

The fight only intensified when Ashley and Caitlin realized I was getting out to go back inside.

They loudly blamed it on each other.

Emma must have talked to them, because when they finally came inside, both Ashley and Caitlin apologized to me. I was working and I waved a hand at them, but otherwise went on looking at the design on the monitor.

"No big deal," I said.

"We're going to get something to eat," said Caitlin. "You want anything?"

"I had a sandwich," I said.

"Can Ash and Em stay the night?" asked Caitlin.

"Sure," I said. "Have them call home."

"We will," she said.

Then it was quiet and I could work again.

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