Family Ties

I stood and kissed her.

She sighed when she tasted herself on my lips, and our kiss deepened.

She wrapped her legs around me and crossed her ankles, so I picked her up and carried her to the bed. The little head threatened to revolt until I reminded him of the consequences.

Christy silently looked into my eyes as I knelt on the bed and laid her head on the pillow. She didn’t release her leg-lock, so I stretched out and rested part of my weight on her.

“So… you like being a nudist?” I asked.

“You know I do.

” She kissed me again. “I like anything with you.”

Another kiss. “But… aren’t you supposed to be nude too?”

I twitched an eyebrow.

“You’re way too overdressed to introduce me to Mr. Big.”

“Fine,” I laughed, “throw my own words back at me.”

“I told you,” she said with a smile, “I’m learning.”

“Well, you’ll have to let me up if you want me to take off my clothes.”

“But… aren’t I supposed to do it?”

“Then by all means…”

She grinned and released me.

I sat up and admired her body.

She squirmed a little self-consciously, especially when my eyes reached her pussy. Her legs were spread, and her sparse pubic hair couldn’t hide the soft pink of her inner lips. I ran a hand down her thigh and paused at her hip. Then I moved toward her pussy and teased her clit with my thumb.

She stiffened and gasped with pleasure. Her nipples strained toward the ceiling as she clutched the bedspread. I thought about making her come again but decided to work up to it slowly. I left my hand where it was, as a sort of promise for later.

She sagged to the bed and breathed hard through her nose. When she finally opened her eyes, she realized I’d been studying her body.

“I know it’s not what you’re used to,” she said quietly.

Athletic, too. And… spiritual.”

“You were about to say ‘religious.’”

She sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed for several languid minutes and parted slowly. Then she glanced at the bulge in my khakis.

I grinned. “Are you ready to meet Mr.

Big?”

She nodded eagerly, so I stood and pulled her with me. She practically

vibrated with impatience, and her nipples looked hard enough to cut steel. I tweaked the left one.

“Oh, no fair,” she gasped.

“Distracting me right when I get the chance to meet your penis.”

“Ah, then I’d better stop.”

“Thank you.” She untied my sweater and then went straight for my shirt. I thought she’d be nervous, but she opened the buttons with sure hands.