He Came, He Saw Ch. 03

Pete couldn't help feel like a rotten scoundrel. His actions of late threw his self image into a shameful light. He felt as though he had dropped his ethical guard and allowed his hormones to take over any better judgment he thought he had. "I may be a sex crazed eighteen year old, but I still have standards, don't I?" he questioned himself. He loved his girlfriend, Katrina, and always stayed faithful to her, even during her long absence working as a camp counsellor the past summer. His faithfulness to her over the summer had been a personal litmus test of sorts. He was even able to resist the advances of Jenny, the town slut, at a couple of summer parties. As much as he admired and loved his girlfriend, feelings of being ensnared in monogamy always seemed to surface and, he thought, with good reason.

Pete's step-mother, Maggie, and Katrina's mother, Vanessa, were best friends. On top of that, Katrina and her mother lived alone; Vanessa having lost her husband to a boating accident when Katrina was 10. Being only two in their household, Katrina and her mother developed a special bond between themselves. Pete thought they sometimes acted more like sisters than mother and daughter.

In Maggie's case, her own daughter, Rebecca, had never been interested in doing "girlie" things and remained aloof though not unaffectionate. Rebecca was Maggie's pride and joy and often her rock. No one would doubt their closeness, but Katrina filled a void for Maggie. It wasn't unusual to see Maggie, Vanessa, and Katrina hanging out together. Often, whatever Pete and Katrina were going through in their relationship made its way to their two mothers and then back onto Pete. He couldn't help but feel a little trapped.

That's how Pete rationalized his actions. "I'm just rebelling, sowing seeds so to speak and such and whatever," he told himself. As much as he kept on repeating it to himself, he still felt guilty. He had come home late Saturday night and spied his step-sister, Rebecca, whom he'd always had a frosty relationship with, having lesbian sex with her sexy new college roommate. Only hours earlier that morning, Samantha, his step-sister's curvaceous roommate, had sexually teased him a little, later admitting she thought he was cute. He then concocted a plan to walk in on the two while having sex and blackmail them into "performing" for him or else he would reveal their secret. He received a performance to remember, just not quite as expected. Nevertheless, his scheme had opened an old buried wound in Rebecca. They shared a moment in her bedroom that forced Pete to reflect in on himself. He feared he wouldn't like what he was trying not to see. He felt stuck on a fence where he couldn't deny, but wouldn't admit. He needed to get out of the house.

Pete left that Sunday afternoon and biked his way to Katrina's. He made a point of not returning until late that night in order to avoid Rebecca. Tomorrow marked the first pedagogical day of the school calendar so there were no problems staying out late. As luck would have it, Katrina's mother had made plans to head out along with his step-mother that night which meant Katrina and he would have her mother's condominium to themselves for several hours.

"What are you looking at?" Katrina asked Pete with a laugh. He kept staring at her all puppy dog and googly eyed, caressing her hand in his. He had been a sweetheart all day. She liked it when he was like this. She asked him if he was going to watch "The Simpsons" or just stare at her. He answered that Homer was funny, but she was funnier. Katrina, in her best "Goodfellas" impression, turned to Pete and asked, "Funny how? How am I funny? I'm here to make you laugh? I'm a clown, I amuse you, how am I funny?" He lurched forward and began tickling her. She squealed with laughter. Their roughhousing soon developed into a make-out session on the sofa.

It did not take long before Pete started feeling her up. She broke their embrace and asked him if he wanted a Long Island iced tea.

"Are you offering to raid your mom's liquor cabinet and make us up some drinks?" Pete asked looking slightly stunned.

With a look of defiance Katrina responded, "Oh come on, we're both eighteen now and even us straight-a, goody goody girls like a little libation every now and then. Besides, mom has started offering me wine at the diner table now and I often take her up on it."

As they sipped on their cocktails, they chatted about what they wanted to achieve at school that year. Pete mentioned trying out for soccer and developing his photography skills further. Katrina talked about an idea she thought would really wow them at the annual science fair. Katrina couldn't help point out how different they were, a familiar point of interest amongst Katrina, Vanessa, and Maggie. They always contrasted Pete as being the gregarious artsy type with Katrina fulfilling the shy book worm role. "Opposites attract, right?" Pete argued. After their second cocktail they were both feeling a little looser. Katrina rimmed her empty glass with her finger and grabbed Pete's hand in hers. She gave him a warm look and asked, "Mom won't be back for another couple of hours...so...wanna take a shower together?"

"Why miss Moretti, I do believe you're propositioning me," Pete said in the playful voice he knew she adored.

"I suppose I am, mister Taylor," Katrina offered back, imitating him. "I'm still not ready to go all the way, I hope you understand?"

"As long as I'm with my sweet Katrina, I don't care how far we go," Pete answered, surprised at how much he actually meant it.

Katrina stood up still holding onto Pete's hand with a beguiling smile, biting her lower lip. She led him into the bathroom and began kissing him passionately. They kept their lip-lock as best they could while disrobing each other. With curious fascination, Katrina pulled Pete's boxer-briefs down to his ankles and watched his hard-on spring forth as the fabric passed it's length.

Pete took equal pleasure removing his girlfriend's underwear. Before he did, he stood admiring her long, lithe body standing only an inch shorter than he at 5' 9". She was wearing a red cotton bra and panty set. He could see the outline of her puffy nipples against the supple fabric of her bra. Her panties had a little red bow on the front of the waist band and he could easily make out the contour of her mound underneath. He knelt in front of her and began peeling her panties off with his teeth. She squealed at the sight of him and told him he was a naughty boy, but not to stop. Katrina took the liberty of removing her bra for him. They stood in front of each other for a moment looking at each other's bodies in the brightly lit bathroom. It had been their first opportunity to really see each other's full nudity out from the dark shadows of night.

Katrina noticed how Pete had shaped up considerably over the summer. His chest was broader, his waist narrower and his musculature more defined. He hadn't taken up much sun working in his dad's company's mailroom though. Pete was gripping his dick and she couldn't help lick her lips staring at the fat, veiny tool. She began rubbing her sex and tweaking a nipple.

Pete was amazed at the contrast Katrina's tan lines made against the rest of her skin. She obviously spent many hours out on the lake with the kids as a camp counsellor. Naturally dark in complexion, her skin now had a deep and delicious bronze hue to it. Pete loved her straight, silky, raven black hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back. Her dark pubic curls had been trimmed for bathing suite's sake and formed a light fuzzy rectangle. He knew her small, upturned, a-cup tits didn't bother her as much as her, what she considered freakish, puffy nipples, but he loved them. He began stroking his cock faster when she jumped into his arms and initiated a long wet kiss.

After she broke the kiss she turned around exposing a cute little ass sporting a small birthmark on the right cheek and bent forward in front of him to start the shower and adjust the water. He knew she would brush him away as he approached and clasped her hips rubbing his cock against the crack of her ass, but was surprised when she puckered her tushy up towards him instead. "Mmmmm," Pete hummed savouring her velvety skin and the heat he felt on contact.

They climbed into the shower and resumed their wet embrace. It didn't take long before they were both soaked under the shower's nozzle. Katrina grabbed her lover's throbbing cock, stroking it lightly as Pete nibbled her ear lobe. Pete cupped each of Katrina's ass cheeks and pulled her tightly towards him so that his dick lay pressed against the underside of her smooth, flat belly. He began thrusting his cock in between their bodies, the water providing a ready lubricant. Katrina caught on and bear hugged his mid-section. "Now you can say you belly fucked in the shower, miss Moretti," he joked. With each downstroke he would squeeze her ass cheeks and pull her up towards him, dropping her with every thrust upwards. She wrapped a leg around him and rested her calf over his clenching buttocks. With each slippery lift and drop Katrina's hardened nipples would brush against her lover's chest sending jolts of pleasure through her. Pete could feel his orgasm approaching.

"Aaaaghhhh, I'm gonna....yeah...yeah...Aaaghhh," Pete shouted with a strained look on his face as he began to unload hot jets of cum. With his cock sandwiched between their bellies, most of his discharge didn't travel very far and immediately washed away in the flow of water. One spurting string of cum did manage to break through and land across Katrina's left breast. Due to their closeness it ended up strung between their chests amidst their throws of passion. After Pete's climax subsided Katrina noticed it first and blurted out, "Gross!" Pete said he thought it was kinky, but Katrina made a point to shower the wad off of them as soon as she could.

As soon as Katrina finished, Pete leaned in and began suckling the now cleansed breast.

"Oh, Pete that's disgus...ohhhh, Petey," Katrina cooed holding his head in her hands. Her nipples were very sensitive and she could feel her pussy tingle in appreciation.

Continuing along the same track, Pete made his way south kissing and licking. He paused at his lover's belly. There was something about a woman's belly Pete loved. He always fantasized about licking the underside and making his way up over and around the navel. After relishing his little fetish he decided to go for the gold. He wasn't sure what Katrina would do, but wanted to find out. "Southward ho," he thought to himself.

Katrina tensed and tightened her grip on Pete's head when she felt his mouth travelling towards her nether regions. Never had she had somebody become "that" intimate with her vagina, not even Dr. Beaves, her gynaecologist. Her eyes widened to full capacity and her mouth formed a large "O" when Pete struck gold - her clitoris.

"Whoa, Petey, whoa, not so fast," she warned him.

Pete looked at her with a devilish smile and said, "I know, baby. I just wanted to see what you would do."

Katrina gulped in between heavy breathing, released his head, leaned against the back of the shower wall, and spread her legs as wide as the tub would allow. Pete approached on his knees and began slowly licking the dark outer labia of his lover's cunt. The sparse hair didn't bother him. If anything, the naturalness of it turned him on even more. Having never eaten a woman out before he thought he was doing a good job and according to Katrina's moans he guessed she thought so too. When Katrina's fingers reached down to part her lips for Pete he knew for sure she was at least getting into it.

The smell, taste, and heat Pete found in his lover's pink folds that night made a cunnilingus convert out of him. What, he reasoned, could be sexier than drinking in the very center of your lover's sexual being? Pete slid two fingers up inside Katrina's pussy to pry her open, his tongue following closely behind. Eventually he had his entire tongue inside her and began pushing it around trying to lap as much of her as he could. He put his hands to good use, reaching up to play with Katrina's hardened nipples which only intensified the moisture he was relishing below. He was enjoying himself so much he began moaning and rolling his head around as a cat would in the midst of catnip. At the same time he made sure to flick the end of his button nose against her now engorged clitoris. Katrina couldn't help bring her hands back on his head while moaning, sighing, and gasping sharply in response to his ministrations.

It quickly became too much for Katrina. She looked over through a crack in the shower door to her blurry reflection in the fogged bathroom mirror just before her eyes rolled up and she orgasmed harder than she ever had before. Her entire body trembled and her face winced sharply as she began bucking her hips making it difficult for Pete to stay on course. When he felt her nectar begin to flow he knew he had reached the promise land. Her smell, taste, and heat intensified as her knees buckled and she screamed his name between thrashes of her body. Pete could feel her heart pounding underneath her left breast. When it was over Pete stood up in order to support her limping form. She nuzzled her head on his shoulder as he looked on her with a big grin asking if she was alright. She answered him by bringing her lips to his initiating a long passionate kiss.

They stood there in the mist of the shower sharing Katrina's flavour. When the kiss broke Katrina asked Pete to wait there and exited the bathroom dripping wet. When she returned she held a condom wrapper in her hand.

"So is this it? Have I been a good enough boy? Are we finally gonna do it?" asked Pete with an eager grin.

"Close, but not in the way you're thinking. You've been a good boy, a very good boy as a matter of fact and that's why I fetched this strawberry flavoured condom I bought out of a machine at that bar we went to if you catch my drift," Katrina responded.

Pete chuckled and answered, "Yeah, I think I catch your drift and let me say, I've been fantasizing about this moment for a long time. I wasn't sure you were the type to go down on a guy...miss Moretti. Are you sure you don't wanna ditch that rubber and just try taking my load in your mouth or on your face or something?" Pete said it knowing very well she would be disgusted by the suggestion.

Katrina winced and shook her head. "I don't think I'm that kind of girl. I do appreciate you pleasuring me orally, but I don't know, I guess I'm just not slutty enough."

"So does that imply you think I'm some sort of slut then?" Pete asked with a jovial laugh.

Katrina smirked and answered, "I think you're my slut, yes, now hold still, I do want to reward you for your services this evening...mister Taylor."

Katrina kneeled before her lover, placed the condom on him, and took a deep breath before trying to fit Pete's thick cock in her nervous mouth. She couldn't help notice how his cock was nearly as thick as her wrist and how purple the bulbous head had become. She had a difficult time fitting him in and only made it halfway up his near seven inches of man-meat. She felt guilty not being able to perform as good as he had. When she started bobbing her head on his shaft it elicited a gentle, but unwelcomed thrusting from Pete. Katrina gagged and told him to stop or else she might choke. It didn't matter though. As soon as she looked up at Pete and he saw her before him with her lips wrapped around his tool, her delicate hand gripping the base, and wet strands of hair covering her lustful, yet innocent eyes he lost it.

Pete tensed up and began moaning. He released a low grumbling, "aaaghhh," with every exhale as he shot his second load of the evening inside the strawberry flavoured condom.

"I'm sorry I didn't last long, but you looked so hot giving me a blow job like that, honey," Pete said. Katrina just smiled up at him and disposed of the condom, flushing it down the toilette to eliminate any possibility of her mother finding it.

They stopped the shower which had begun losing hot water, dried themselves off, and dressed. Katrina opened the bathroom window to help air it out and further conceal any suspicions her mother might have. She knew her mother would not be angry to learn her daughter was having sexual relations, but Katrina still didn't feel right about it. She figured it was the goody two shoes in her that made her feel that way.

As they made their way back to the living room Katrina anticipated her mother to arrive shortly once she looked at the time. They decided to play cards in the kitchen in order to maintain an appearance of normalcy. As they played they talked about giving each other oral sex for the first time.

"I can't wait to do it again," was Pete's assessment.

"I'm not sure I'm doing it right, but if it makes you happy and you wear a condom I guess I'll do it again," Katrina surmised.

No sooner had Katrina finished her sentence when her mother, Vanessa, entered the front door. All three exchanged pleasantries for a short while when Vanessa asked who was winning the card game. Pete shot up and declared, "I am! Katrina says she's not sure if she's playing it right, but is happy that I'm happy." Katrina blushed.

At approximately 11:00 p.m. Pete made it back home on his bicycle. The night air was unusually humid with the promise of a storm. He saw Rebecca's car which meant she was home along with Samantha. He made his way inside hoping he wouldn't see either of them and have to endure any awkwardness over what had happened earlier that day. As he had hoped, he was able to make it to bed without coming into contact with either of the two. It took a while for Pete to fall asleep, but he eventually passed out lying on his stomach.

At around 2:00 a.m. Pete's bedroom door slowly began to open. Samantha slinked her way inside wearing nothing more than a sheer red chemise that barely covered her ass and a skimpy black g-string that did not. Samantha, it seemed, had devised a counter attack. Just as quietly as she had opened the door, she shut it behind her. With too little light in the room, Samantha found a desk lamp and bent it forward towards the desk to inhibit the light it would provide and create the proper atmosphere. Rain lashed the window pains as lightning erratically flashed with low, rumbling thunder behind it. Before embarking on her mission Samantha stopped to look around Pete's bedroom. She always thought you could tell a lot about a person by how they decorated their personal space.

To her surprise she discovered Pete had a thing for photography. Alongside cameras there were photography paraphernalia and a substantial collection of books on the subject. She also noticed a good deal of baseball trophies and pictures on the wall of teams Pete must have been a part of. When she saw the portrait of Katrina she thought, "Hmph, she's pretty! Good thing she's not here to see what I'm about to do to poor little Petey." Samantha set the portrait down facing the bed and summoned up the courage to begin her line of attack. "He really is cute, oh well, too bad," were her last thoughts.

Pete still lay on his stomach when he awoke to somebody kicking him in the ass. He grunted and stared around the room with half opened eyes settling on a dark figure moving in front of him. He rubbed his eyes not understanding what the hell was going on and turned about to sit up, resting on his elbows. He was taken aback when he saw a scantily clad Samantha standing in front of him with her hands on her hips and an angry look on her face. The soft light from the desk lamp cast dramatic shadows about the room, exaggerating Samantha's menacing figure.