John Clayton

Practice does it

CHAPTER ONE

"Will you marry me?"

"Oh, Davey, yes, yes, yes!"

He kissed her intensely and his arms cradled her in a pleasant cage. He pressed his lips against her cheek exhaling gently toward her ear. Kay's heart beat like a drum. His trembling hands roamed over her breast and the tip of his thumb circled on her bare nipple. Her blouse was still on her shoulders but unbuttoned all the way down the front, her full rich breasts next to his chest. He felt perspiration forming on his forehead. Her fingers were delicately fondling the hairs on the back of his neck.

"Ahhh. I'll make you as happy as I can, Kay."

"Whatever you do will make me happy."

He kissed her again and smeared his lips over her mouth and cheeks, halting at the side of her neck.

"Davey…"

"Yes."

"Don't leave a mark, please. I just don't like them."

"I thought I'd put thy brand on you."

"Oh, silly."

Their lips united once more and Davey began reaching for the snap of her skirt. Patiently, he worked the garment down around her full hips and along her legs. He felt his erection renew itself as his hands moved down her shapely limbs. She had kicked her shoes off already and was already working her panties down and quickly pulling her blouse off her shoulders. It landed somewhere behind them.

"They won't be able to hear us, will they?"

"I don't think so I'll be quiet."

Kay had asked because they were stretched out on the sun deck of a friend's house and the sun deck was on top of the living room. Their friends were still playing backgammon in the living, even though it was nearly one in the morning. She and Davey had come up to the roof for a smoke and the fresh starlit night air.

As they had so often before, one thing had led to another and Davey had her blouse open in no time. She had stopped wearing a bra when she realized Davey was a tit man. Kay was proud of her breasts, exceptionally well constructed by anyone's standards, and utterly delectable compared to those of the girls she'd gone to school with. Davey's attention to them had only enhanced their allure.

As he fumbled with her body and tried to maneuver her on the lounge chair pad so her back wouldn't touch the tarpaper surface, she hoped he wouldn't notice she was still a virgin.

Weeks before, he had explicitly asked her if she were or not. Afraid that he would abandon her for a more experienced girl, she had lied and said, "No." With his weight pressing against her and the firmness of his penis pressing hard into her leg she began to panic. He'd have to know.

Calmly, she told herself he had just proposed marriage, he loved her, anything could be forgiven, even her lie. Bravely she nestled him between her legs and awaited the touch his erect organ.

"I'll put my cock in slowly so you can get used to it."

"Y… yes."

She held her breath. She clenched her nails into his arms. Her teeth pressed upper against lower. He was still trying to find the natural slide.

"I'm a little dry, I think."

Patiently he swabbed his hand with saliva and wrapped it around his pink and white cock. He spread a little extra around the head of his cock and once more directed it toward her gentle patch of light brown hair.

"Oh, Kay, I love you so much."

"Davey, Davey, Davey."

He worked his fist back and forth. The pressure of his hard dick pressed her membrane.

"Eeeekkkkk!"

"Shhh, shhh, shhhh. I'll be more gentle."

Kay's head was swimming. Her ears were ringing. Every nerve in her body was on fire. She could feel her heart beat in her cunt. The warm blood stained the lounge pillow beneath them. Davey held her patiently while her breathing and heartbeat returned to normal.

"I'll go slower."

Tenderly, he reworked his hips to put his cock in the threshold of her pussy, which more easily felt its advancing head and closed around it. A tingle of pain ripped through her freshly opened lips but as his sturdy penis moved forward her awakened body welcomed it.

"I'm yours now. Fuck me, Davey."

"Oh, baby, I pure will."

Below them the backgammon players heard thumping and a steady knocking. They looked up at the ceiling, looked from one to another, looked around the room to see who was missing, then looked back up toward the knocking sound – and burst into laughter.

Under the stars Kay was moving her hips in what she hoped was a pleasing fashion. It wasn't. Davey said nothing but again and again he felt his strokes were not making her feel good. He tried sideways fucking, he tried doing pushups. He tried rotary motions. It seemed to him the only part of her anatomy to react was her eyes.

With each new trick he tried she looked at him in greater wonderment. Shit, what was going through her head? Eventually he gave up trying. She looked petrified. Laboriously, he backed out.

"Kay, I love you and we'll be married. But something will have to be done about our sex. This isn't working."

Kay thought the biggest challenge to her future happiness right now was to tell him the truth. But she didn't get the chance.

"…Whoever you were with before must not have been very experienced or he was just inept. You don't give me anything. I'm gonna have to have better sex than that or the marriage won't work."

"I'll make every effort to be a good wife."

"I know you will, and I'll bust balls to make you a happy one. Part of that means I gotta be happy, too, right? So, Kay, please, put out!"

Kay began to cry. He took her in his arms and rocked her softly back and forth.

"You're tired, so we'll just look at the stars." By the time they came down the ladder and joined their hosts for a nightcap they had set the date for three months later. It would be a modest wedding, one attendant and a flower girl because Kay had promised her niece. The kid was only three and you can't disappoint a three year old. They turn on you.

After all the congratulations and hysterias and gaiety, Kay was nestled next to Davey's shoulder. She thought about what he had said. It was obvious he thought she knew more about sex than she did. It should be no disgrace to tell your future husband you are a virgin. (In some cultures it is preferred.) She didn't want him entering marriage thinking she had lied. The only solution which came to her was to learn as much as she could about sex as quickly as she could.

The next day she set out to educate herself. Her mother was next door with a friend chatting about nothing when the milk man arrived. He was a college student who had the job for the summer. He had sun bleached blond hair under his uniform cap. His union button was stuck in the band. He sprang off the truck and jogged up the front walk to the door where he carefully deposited the basket of dairy products. Kay had seen him all summer and was particularly taken with his firm round ass which topped his athletic legs.

While watching through the living room window Kay remembered something Lucy had said. "Your milk man is stud material. Look at that chest. I bet he's a football player."

Thinking about Davey's disappointment and her own anxiety, Kay checked her appearance in the mirror and hurriedly rushed to the door.

"Oh, hi."

"Morning."

"You're new." "I have the route for the summer. The regular man is taking a long vacation to his homeland in Europe somewhere."

"Italy."

"I never met him, I just got the route book. Man, is it warm. Wheew!"

"Would you like a cold drink?"

"As long as it's not milk."

Kay laughed as she opened the door for him.

"Thank you. My name is Bill Bradley."

"I'm Kay Ruby."

"I can't stay long, the truck, you know. Kids like to rip it off just for the fun of it."

"We can see it from the dinette."

The athletic young man slid his powerful legs under the table and sipped a cola while Kay batted her eyelashes beguilingly.

Their conversation informed him that she was in the house alone, and her eyes made it obvious she found him attractive. He asked questions about her social life and finished his drink to ask her if she would like to go out with him, a movie or rock concert or fishing or something. She said it would have to be soon because she wouldn't be available after a few weeks.

Some sixth sense told Bill not to ask why she wouldn't be around. He looked at her jugs pushing out the material of her halter top. The heft of her breasts turned him on and he felt a slight strain building up in his crotch.

"Maybe Wednesday night?"

"Love it. Just to keep things from being complicated, may I meet you somewhere?"

"How about at seven at the fried chicken place on Tenth Street?"

"Perfect."

When she led him to the door and he thanked her, she let their bodies touch. The slight contact sent a thrill through his body. He could think of nothing else till Wednesday at seven.

She looked sensational in hip-hugging jeans and a fashionable top which almost exposed her breasts. Her skin was like polished marble, yet vibrant with life. Her hair fell down her shoulders and its highlights made it look full of stardust. His crotch bothered him again.

Kay was beginning to feel ashamed of for cheating on Davey and began to grow distant during the movie. When they were once more talking and smiling at each other she forgot about her commitment and remembered only her determination to learn about sex so she wouldn't disappoint Davey on their wedding night. Bill's smiles warmed her once more and she snuggled against the firmness of his pectoral muscles.

She liked the feel of his hand on her shoulder, too. He was alive and exciting. He was a few years older than she, but that only added to his allure. When he asked if she'd like a look at the dairy farm where they got the milk she agreed right away.

The drive took a few minutes. The dairy was on the edge of the suburbs, the largest piece of undeveloped land for twenty miles. They passed the plant proper and drove over a hillock to the barns where the cattle were kept. They were all inside because it was after mid night.

"The ground's dry, let's walk around."

"I won't step in anything I'll regret, will I?"

"What kind of things do you regret?"

"You know what I mean."

"To insure your dainty feet don't touch kaka, your majesty, I'll carry you."

With that he bent quickly and brought his arms up behind her, cupping her under the knees and behind the shoulder and whisked her off her feet. His powerful legs began pacing the distance to the nearest barn. She'd learned it wasn't football he played, but soccer. The tremendous muscles of his legs testified to that.

"What are you doing, you clown?"

"I'm dragging you kicking and screaming into a barn, my pretty, heh, heh, heh."

Kay was laughing and giggling and holding him around the neck while he opened the door to the barn and carried her across its threshold.

Inside she smelled the freshness of the animals and felt the heat of their bodies. The cows were penned close together behind long feeding troughs. It was like an old-fashioned barn except it had been modernized with hoses and plastic buckets and fire extinguishers and white paint. The hay all over the flooring absorbed some of the manure but even its aroma was pleasant.

"C'mon upstairs, the hay is neat."

Kay had never been in a haymow before. It was exciting, and she eagerly followed Bill up the ladder, looking up and seeing the attractive curve of his ass as his springy legs propelled him up into the black void.

Once up into the mow a small window at the far end provided just enough illumination to move around.

Soon he was holding her to his broad chest.

"Kay, I brought you up here hoping we could make it."

"I know."

"You're not offended?"

"Why do you think I was right there at the door the other morning? I was hoping you'd ask me out."