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Part 3
"I'm Tony."
"I know." She brushed her toes through the grass. "I saw you play football last year."
"Oh yeah."
"Would you like a glass of ice water? You look like you're really hot," Pam said, and couldn't believe she let those words out. She held her breath, hoping he wouldn't be offended.
Tony grinned. "Yeah I would. I'm all done here," he said and started down the ladder. He grabbed his plaid shirt from the back of the lawn chair and put it on, but did not button it up.
Pam took him inside. She put some ice in a glass and filled it with water.
"Here you go," she said.
"Thanks."
He tilted his head back and poured the cold water into his mouth. The ice clinked in the glass. Water spilled out over the sides and dripped from his chin to his bare chest. Pam stared at his rippling muscles and the sweat glistening on his tanned skin.
Tony finished the glass of water with a loud "Ah" and wiped his mouth with his arm.
"That was just what I needed," he said.
"You looked really thirsty," Pam said.
She sat on one of the stools at the counter and stretched her legs out. Tony's eyes dropped to her bare legs. She ran her hand over her thigh and let it drift around to the inside, near her mound. Tony swallowed hard. She could feel the heat of her own body. Could he tell how hot he made her? Just being near him made her horny.
He picked up the check, folded it, put in his pocket, and leaned against the counter.
"How old are you?" he said.
"Eighteen," she said.
He nodded. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk.
"You're cute," he said. "Cute bikini, too. I can see right through it."
Pam looked down at her bikini to see if he was right, and covered her chest with her arms. Tony's grin grew wider.
"Is your Mom gonna be home soon?" he said.
Pam shook her head. "She went out with her friends. She won't be home until late."
"That's good."
Pam frowned slightly. Why did he think that was good? She didn't know what time Ethan would be home, but she didn't care about him as long as she got to spend every minute possible with Tony.
He twirled the ice in his glass and set it on the counter.
"Do you have anything stronger?" he said.
"Stronger than what?"
He laughed. "Stronger than water."
"I think there's some beer in the fridge," she said, and opened the refrigerator. "My Mom's boyfriend likes to drink beer. She keeps some for him."
"That's perfect," Tony said.
Pam took one of the bottles from the shelf in the door, hoping Mom wouldn't notice it missing, and handed it to Tony. He twisted the top off and took a long drink.
"Yeah, that's good." He held the bottle out for her. "Want some?"
"Sure."
She took the bottle and sniffed the open end. It smelled awful. Did she really want to drink it? Tony was looking at her with an expectant smile. She had no choice. Besides, he left his saliva around the rim. She wouldn't mind tasting that on her tongue. She held her breath and took a sip. The bitter, awful stuff filled her mouth.
"Ugh, that's terrible. How can you drink it?" she said, wiping the taste from her mouth.
Tony laughed and took the bottle back.
"You never drank beer before, did you?" he said. Pam shook her head. He took another long drink. "I like it. Makes me feel good, too. Want some more?"
Pam looked at the bottle like a dog that had bit her, but she didn't want to displease Tony. He might leave, and it was too soon for that. She took the bottle again, her nose already crinkled, and took a sip. Tony laughed again at her ugly face.
"Don't you ever go out drinking with your boyfriend?" he said.
"I don't have a boyfriend," Pam said.
He looked surprised. "I can't believe that. A girl as hot as you gotta have a lot of guys."
Tony hooked his thumb in his pocket. His fingers brushed his jeans near the zipper. She glanced at his crotch out of the corner of her eye. He had a bulge in the front of his jeans. Pam looked away quickly.
"Do you know how to kiss?" he said.
Pam frowned. "Of course I know how to kiss," she said, and was alarmed at the way she snapped.
He looked startled. "I just asked."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"It's all right," Tony said. "You want some more beer?"
Pam nodded. He handed her the bottle. She took another sip and made an ugly face.
"Finish it," Tony said.
She stared at him a moment to make sure he was serious. Her head felt light. What made her so dizzy, the beer? She tilted the bottle to her lips and poured the rest of the beer into her mouth. A few drops spilled over her chin and she wiped it away, giggling. Tony was grinning.
"So show me," he said.
"Show you what?"
"Show me how you kiss."
Pam's eyes grew wide. She couldn't believe he just said that. Was he serious? She didn't dare ask him to repeat himself. He might change his mind and she would lose her chance.
"Ok," she said.
She put the empty bottle on the counter and stepped up to Tony, her hands clasped behind her back. He seemed very cool, just waiting for her. She stood on her tiptoes and tilted her head up. Her lips parted. The tips of her breasts touched his chest. She closed her eyes and they kissed.
Pam couldn't believe she was kissing Tony Sanchez in her own kitchen. Her skin tingled all over. She heard a roar in her ears like the ocean at the beach. This was the best ever. She opened her mouth a bit wider and his tongue slipped in.
"That was pretty good," Tony said, breaking away suddenly.
Pam nodded and sucked in a sharp breath. Her toes curled and she squeezed her legs together.
"Put your hands on my shoulders, like this," Tony said. He placed her hands on his shoulders. "Then I put my hands on your waist, then we kiss."
He put his hands on her hips, his fingers touching the damp strings of the bikini, and pulled her close. Her breasts flattened against his hard chest. Her heart pounded in her chest. She studied his face. His eyes were closed, and he kissed her. Pam's heart swelled in her throat. He was so delicate, so gentle. His lips fit against hers like they were molded together. She trembled. Tony's lips parted. Pam clutched his plaid shirt in both hands to hold herself up and moaned hen she tasted his tongue in her mouth. Her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest.
His hands squeezed her hips, rubbing her belly on the hard lump in his jeans. His hands moved down to her ass. The tips of his fingers pushed under the edge of her bikini.
"You get me going, girl," Tony said, whispering softly.
Pam let her legs spread around his hips. He rubbed the hard lump against her warm mound and she moaned. She knew she shouldn't let him do that to her, but she couldn't help herself. He was someone she always wanted so bad from when she was younger, but thought she could never have. And since she knew so much more about fucking than she did then ...
Tony sat on the stool, tugging her to his lap. Her legs straddled him and her weight settled on the hardness of his erection. Pam pushed against his chest with both hands, suddenly feeling scared.
"This is not a good idea," she said.
Tony stroked her ass. "I promise, no one will ever know."
His hand brushed the hair out of her face. With the tip of his finger, he traced the shape of her lips. Tony's eyes closed and he kissed her. Pam's arms squeezed around his neck, like she was trying to strangle him. His hands moved down her slender sides, the tips of his fingers tickling the bumps of her spine, all the way down to her soft butt. Her back arched. His fingers poked under the top edge of her bikini and rubbed the crack of her ass.
One of his hands came up and squeezed her breast. Pam stiffened. She squirmed in his hands and moaned. His lips moved down her chin to her jaw and to her neck.
"Tony, I don't think we should do this," she said with a soft sigh. Her breasts seemed to swell and stretch her bikini, as if to fill his palms when he squeezed.
He made a long, low shushing noise. "Yes we should. You know you want it."
His hips rocked slowly on the stool, rubbing the hardness of his erection along her crotch. Pam squeezed his shoulders and groaned, her mouth open wide. She hooked her legs around his and ground her pelvis back and forth.
It wasn't right. Something about it wasn't right. She shouldn't let him do that to her, but she wanted it so bad. Debbie could do it. She wanted to do it, too.
He pulled the ties of the bikini behind her neck and let the damp patches of fabric fall away from her chest. Pam tried to hold it over her breasts with one hand, but Tony drew her hand away. He cupped her bare breast in his hand, squeezed and pinched the nipple.
"Tony, please," Pam said, but it was a weak protest.
His head dropped, as if drawn by a magnet to her chest, and he licked her nipple. Pam gasped. He licked his lips and kissed her nipple.
"Oh yes. Oh yes," she said, taking shallow, fluttery breaths.
His tongue sent shivers through her body. She squirmed on his lap, pressing herself down on him. She liked the feel of his hardness against her crotch, but she wished it wasn't just rubbing against her but was inside her, where she ached to feel it, pushing deep against her insides and stretching her open.
"God, you have beautiful tits," Tony said, his lips smacking with saliva.
Staring at the ceiling with his head cradled in the crook of her arm, Pam smiled. Tony lifted her off his lap.
"I got your pants wet," Pam said, pointing to the stains on his jeans from her wet bikini. She couldn't miss the long, thick bulge that stuck out against his leg. "Maybe you should take them off so I can dry them."
"You can dry them later," Tony said. He took her hand and placed it over the bulge. "Look what you do to me, girl. You know what that is?"
Pam nodded. Her mouth hung open. He squeezed her hand and rubbed it back and forth over the hard bulge.
"What is it?"
"Your thing."
"You like how it feels?"
Pam nodded.
"You wanna see it?"
Her eyes widened. "Yes," she said.
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