Author: Wade Mondegam, Copyright © 1997 Master Wade.

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Mink enjoyed her dates with Chuck. They weren't as exciting sexually as the ones with Matt, but Chuck was much more considerate and liked to do a variety of interesting things, which was a pleasant contrast to Matt's more narrow approach to life. If nothing else it was nice to be able to dress up a bit, to wear a dress occasionally rather than the tight jeans that Matt usually expected her to have on.

As she prepared for her date with Chuck, Mink thought about the difference in the clothes she had to choose from now and the ones she had owned prior to her mother marrying Jim. Anne had always had such conservative tastes, and would never let Mink buy anything that was really in style or what Mink considered to be really pretty. But Jim took Mink on all her shopping trips now, partly to make sure she didn't shoplift, but also because he enjoyed watching her try on different outfits, and was pleased that she respected his opinion about what she should buy.

Unable to change Anne's clothing tastes much so far, Jim had really enjoyed helping Mink choose her clothes. Mink trusted his judgement completely, and where her closet had once been stocked with long, full dresses and loose fitting slacks and blouses, now it was full of much sexier and more up-to-date clothes, and plenty of them. Jim seemed to have a particular preference for tight fitting short skirts and dresses, which Mink had to admit she did look wonderful in, and had even influenced her taste in lingerie, encouraging her to wear garter-belts and stockings rather than the pantyhose that so many other women seemed to prefer. They were a bit of a bother at times, but Mink did enjoy the way they made her feel so sexy when she wore them, and the ease with which she could open herself to Chuck or to Jim when she returned from her dates.

Jim amused her when they went shopping. She had more lingerie now than she could ever hope to wear, especially the garter-belts, but he insisted on buying her more each time they shopped. It was never enough that she try them on in the store for him either, once they got back home he always made her try them all on again, often specifying which pair of high heels for her to wear, and having her turn slowly in front of him and sometimes even walk back and forth across the room as we watched. One one occasion he had returned from town with a bag full of nothing but panties for her. There had been at least two dozen pair, and she had obediently modeled each pair for him, giving him ample time to see them on her from all angles before sliding them off and putting on yet another one.

Now as she sat on the edge of her bed and slid the tan stocking up her right leg, smoothing it as she went before attaching it to the clip of the garter-belt, Mink smiled at her handsome step-father's obvious delight in her young body. She loved for him to look at her, and even though there was at least a chance that Chuck would make love to her tonight, it was not his attentions that excited her most, but the opportunity to present herself once again to Jim upon her return. He seemed to be growing more and more amorous toward her with each passing day, leaving his fingers inside her longer when he checked her young pussy, and letting his hands slide over her breasts and legs more sensously, touching nearly every inch of her during his examinations.

Shaking her head from side to side in an attempt to drive her thoughts of Jim from her long enough to finish dressing, Mink stood and slid the tight dress over her head, tugging it down over her ripe young frame. She chuckled softly as she thought about her naked breasts. In all the time that Jim had been buying lingerie for her he had never bought her a single bra. She surely didn't need them; her breasts, while full, were quite firm enough to stand high and proud on her chest without any help of that sort. But she had to wonder how many other girls her age had a lingerie drawer stocked as her's was.

The doorbell rang, and Mink heard Jim letting Chuck into the living room. What a difference in Matt and Chuck. Normally Mink would have been ready for at least thirty minutes before Matt would ever arrive, and the only announcement of his presence would be the roar of his bike in the driveway outside the house. There was certainly much to be said for someone with his manners, even if his love-making was a bit routine and lack-luster at times.

As the young couple drove away, Mink slid over closer to Chuck, sliding her dress up nearly to the tops of her stockings and placing her hand high on his thigh. He smiled at her warmly and placed his hand on her leg, massaging the stockinged flesh and working his way almost too slowly toward the top of her leg. Responding to his touch, Mink closed her eyes and lay her head on his shoulder. She wondered if he knew that he could stop the car at that very moment and do whatever he wanted to with her. As much as she would enjoy the nice dinner and the movie they would see following it, she wanted and needed more than anything to be in the arms of a man tonight.

Sliding her hand up Chuck's thigh she found his small cock and rubbed it gently, feeling it begin to respond. Maybe she should suggest that they just park somewhere and forget dinner and the movie. But she had tried that before and had been disappointed by his lack of enthusiasm. No, she would have to wait and hope that he would want and need her as much as she needed him. Opening her legs and taking Chuck's hand in hers she slid it past the top of her stocking and over her naked inner thigh pressing it against her wet pantied crotch and wishing he would slide his fingers under the edge and finger her. But it was not to be, as he merely patted her and put his hand back on the wheel, turning the car into the parking lot of the restaurant.

It was quite a nice restaurant, and Mink felt the eyes of the other diners on her as they walked to their table. She and Chuck made an attractive couple, but she knew that it was her on which those eyes were focusing and it made her nipples grow even more rigid under the tight dress.

Chuck did most of the talking during dinner, which was just as well since Mink's mind was filled with thoughts about sex. She tried to hide her impatience, but it seemed as if they would never get through eating. At one point Mink had slid her high heel off and toyed with Chucks leg under the table with her stockinged foot. She wanted to feel it pressed against his crotch, but Chuck had smiled and moved it back to the floor when she had tried to put it there. The older man at the table to their left had watched all that happen, and Mink smiled an embarrassed smile at him as Chuck pushed her foot away. She wasn't ashamed of her passionate nature, she just wished that Chuck would take advantage of it.

Finally dinner was over, and as they walked back out to the car, Mink finally decided to suggest they go somewhere other than the movie.

"Are your Mom and Dad home?", she asked, taking his arm and laying her head on his shoulder.

Chuck laughed quietly, glancing down at his friend. It wasn't the first time she had asked him that question, and he knew exactly why she was asking.

"They were going out tonight...you don't want to see the movie?", he asked.

"Whatever you want is okay, but I'd really like to be alone with you", she replied.

"We can watch a movie on tv if you like", he said. "We'll go to a movie next week."

Mink smiled warmly. For some reason she especially needed sex tonight, and the prospect of sitting through the long movie in the theater with Chuck absent-mindedly playing with her had been such a frustrating one.

Later, in the darkened living room of Chuck's house, Mink lay with her head in his lap, the tight dress raised to her waist. Her feet were flat on the couch, her legs opened, her panties moist from the heat she felt inside them. Chuck ran his fingers through her hair with one hand, and stroked the inside of her thigh lightly with the other, his forearm pressed against her pubic bone, his upper arm resting against Mink's left breast.

While her head was turned toward the flickering light of the television, her mind was on the bulge she could feel pressing against the back of her head under Chuck's pants and on the burning need she felt to take him inside her. She felt his cock make a tiny jerk and smiled at the realization that he was beginning to respond to her. Ever so slowly she pressed her hips upward, straining to rub her hardening clitoris against his forearm. She felt him press back down at her and hunched back upward more openly, wishing to encourage him. He pressed back harder, sliding his hand down her thigh even closer to her wet crotch and Mink began letting her hips rise and fall hotly, humping herself against his arm.

Mink could feel Chuck's hardness complete now under her head, and would have gladly rolled over onto her stomach and pressed her face to his crotch taking him deeply into her mouth. She would have kept her legs opened to him, and he could have fingered her bottom any way he wished while she sucked his sperm into her. But Chuck wasn't inclined to appreciate Mink's enjoyment of oral sex that much. Maybe it was his knowledge of her relationship with Matt and the conviction that she just as eagerly fell to her knees in front of him, but whatever it was he preferred to lay between her legs and take her pussy (like married people do it, he always said).

Reaching down and taking Chuck's hand in hers she slid it to her crotch, pressing his fingers against her wet panties. Chuck slid his fingers up and down her slit, touching her clitoris firmly the whole time with some part of his moving hand. Mink moaned softly and continued hunching her hips upward hotly, loving the feel of him touching her. She kept her hand on top of his, guiding his strokes and before long feeling the accumulation of her juices on his fingers as they leaked through the crotch of the thin panties.

Stopping him for a second, she pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, allowing him total access to her naked slit, and groaning as his fingers slid between her trembling lips. Chuck really wasn't very good at fingering her, but at the same time his unstudied approach made it impossible to guess what he would do next, and that in itself was often exciting. Mink was so turned on by now that anything he had done would have pleased her, just as long as he kept it up.

Finally he pressed his thumb into her, the top of it pressing against her clit, and Mink turned her head to look at him, moaning again and rubbing her right breast with her hand.

"Make love to me, Chuck", she breathed hotly. It would have been "fuck me, Matt!" had she been with her other friend, and quite possibly if she had been with ANY man other than Chuck, but she knew better than to talk like that to him.

"Please do it, I want it so much!", she pleaded.

Chuck pulled his finger out of her and wiped it on her naked thigh. Mink sat up, to allow him to change positions, and when he had risen from the couch, she scooted backward, laying her ripe young body on the couch again, her right foot moving to the floor, her left leg rising to lay across the back of the couch. She would have preferred taking off the panties, but Chuck was always afraid his parents would come home and interrupt them and that her panties would be left behind as evidence of their sin.

Mink watched her handsome young lover unzipping his pants and reaching inside to retrieve his now hard and throbbing cock. Reaching between her lewdly opened legs, she pulled the crotch of her panties to the side again, exposing herself and making his task as easy as she possibly could.

Chuck knelt on the couch, guiding his shaft with his left hand and supporting himself on the back of the couch with his right. He probed awkwardly, the slick head of his young manhood pressing here and there, trying his best to find the center of her opening. Mink finally reached to help him, and taking the hot shaft in her hand pressed it to just the right place, hunching herself upward to aid his entrance.

Her mind screamed its pleasure to her as the intruder made its way deeper and deeper into her moist opening. Yes! This was what she had been hungering for all night long, what she needed and wanted so desperately! Reaching for Chuck's waist, Mink wrapped her legs around him, pushing herself upward toward him as he began moving in and out of her.

The glare of the headlights illuminating the darkened room preceded the sound of the car in the driveway as Chuck's parents arrived home earlier than expected.

"Damn! They're home!", he exclaimed, pushing Mink's grasping legs away from him and removing his now deflating cock from her still hungry sex. Mink's hand flew to her clit and she rubbed it hotly as Chuck rose from the couch, shoving himself back into his pants.

"Get up! Pull your dress down! They're home!", he whispered desperately. "Mink!! Come on!"

Overcome with frustration, Mink tore her hand away from her needy sex and swung her legs to the floor, tugging at the dress to pull it back down in an acceptable manner. Chuck fell heavily to the couch, putting his arm around her just as his Mother called out to them from the kitchen.

Their close call at being caught discouraged Chuck from trying anything further that evening, even though Mink had pleaded with him to take her to the overlook on the way home. There would be other times, he said, no need to push their luck when it was this late already.

Kissing him goodnight sweetly on the porch outside the farm house, Mink outwardly tried to appear understanding. Inwardly her frustration still burned hotly, and she was angry that she had been deprived of the pleasure she hungered for so deeply.

Entering the living room and finding her step-father awaiting her as usual, Mink tried to hide the emotions that coursed through her and assumed that she was successful. She was not.