Simmer, Boil, Burn, Embers: (A Bundle of Tori Nichols' Sexy Tales!) Read online

  Clee Riall

  SIMMER

  Book 1

  © 2015

  Tori sat back on her elbows in bed, slipping between wakefulness and the undefined edges of a dream. Falling back onto the pillows, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, slowing her heart. It hadn’t been a nightmare that woke her – far from it, as evidenced by the moisture spreading around the crotch of her pale pink bikini panties. It was a little before 8 a.m., Saturday morning, exactly one week before graduation. She glanced over at her bedroom door, making sure it was locked before sliding those panties down her thighs and sitting up to pull off her thin, sweat dampened cotton t-shirt to reveal pert C-cup breasts. Naked, she slid back under the bright yellow comforter.

  Closing her eyes again, Tori slid a finger along her moistening opening. She was thinking about Con’s thick, long shaft, how it sprang out of his jeans just a few days before as they were sitting in his Jeep Cherokee. How her lips felt encircling it.

  The day had ended like any other in the whirlwind of classes winding down for the year. Like always, Tori was waiting for Con to give her a ride home. The pair lived two houses away from each other as they had since Tori moved to the neighborhood with her mother and stepfather at age five. She and Conlin ‘Con’ Marsh had been in the same kindergarten class. The first time they’d met each other, he’d pushed her down and taken her stuffed My Little Pony. She’d run after him, punching him in the back of the head. They’d been inseparable ever since.

  “Hey, you took long enough,” Tori said as Con pulled around to the front of the school. She pulled her long, black hair from its bun, running her fingers through it as it spilled around her shoulders.

  “Please forgive me, Princess Toren,” he said as she climbed in.

  “Don’t call me that, you know I hate that name.”

  “Toren Nichols, I’m shocked at you. Why would you hate a great name like Toren?” he taunted. She hit him hard on his muscular upper arm. He laughed her off, but stopped as he noticed her smooth, bronze-colored upper thighs beneath the filmy white sundress she wore. He looked away before she noticed his leering. The two of them drove in silence for a few moments until Con asked: “Do you have anyplace you need to be? I need to make a stop.”

  Tori shrugged. She rarely if ever had plans. Bookish and shy, she didn’t have many friends besides Con. “It’s fine. I don’t have anything to do.”

  Con drove around for 10 minutes, passing their street. Tori didn’t ask where he was going. He ended up stopping on a deserted side street.

  “This was your stop? Are you making a drug pickup or something?” Tori joked.

  Con glanced around. There were no cars; being the middle of the afternoon, the few houses that dotted the street were emptied of the people who lived in them.

  “I need a favor, Tor,” he began softly, looking down at his lap.

  “What is it? Why did you have to bring me here to ask it?” she asked, looking around, puzzled.

  Con moistened his already soft lips. In their younger days when they were fooling around, Tori had kissed those lips. As an 18-year-old, she hadn’t forgotten how it felt.

  “I was afraid you’d say no,” he told her. He unbuckled his seatbelt and inched closer to her, placing his hand on that thigh that captured his attention earlier. He slid his hand up slowly. Before she could stop herself, she parted her knees. He pushed her panties aside, sliding a finger around her soft depths.

  “Con,” she whispered. “We can’t.”

  It wasn’t the first time they’d messed around like this. Con usually initiated, but she’d never let it get beyond a little touching until his fingers were wet.

  “I know you don’t want to go all the way,” he whispered as he pushed his mouth to hers. He kept stroking her sensitive clit as he kissed her hungrily. She placed her hand the back of his head, moving her lower body in time with his touch.

  “Suck me,” Con whispered, pulling his mouth away briefly.

  “I can’t do that,” she groaned.

  “You can, it’ll be ok. Nobody will know,” he assured her. He pulled his hand away from her slippery slit and began unbuckling and unzipping his jeans. Tori looked on in amazement as his stiff manhood rose from a thick mass of dark, curly hair.

  “Please Tori, suck me off,” he said in a tone that sounded more like an order despite the polite plea. She was mesmerized, but a little scared. She’d given him a grand total of one hand job a few months before, pulling him through the hole in his boxers until his warm essence spurted, but she’d never seen his cock full on. “Do it and we can go on home.”

  Tori looked at him, she had a feeling they weren’t going to leave until she gave in. Part of her admitted she was curious, but she’d never given a blowjob and worried she’d do it wrong. Almost reading her mind, Con laughed.

  “It’s ok, sweetie. I’ll talk you through it,” he assured her. He gently pulled her upper body into his lap.

  Tori wrapped her lips around the tip, noting how velvety it felt. Con groaned as he slowly slid into her mouth.

  “Sss, yeah, just relax and slide up and down on it, let your tongue work the shaft,” he whispered hoarsely. “Just like that, keep doing that.”

  His erection felt like it was growing and getting harder the more she moved her mouth around. The girth and length made her feel as though she wasn’t doing much more than sucking just past the tip, but his heavy moans and murmurs said otherwise.

  “Gracious Tori, your mouth’s so damn wet,” he groaned. He wrapped her dark hair in his fist, tugging, exciting her. She knew it was wrong, but her body wasn’t getting the message.

  Con pulled his hand free from Tori’s hair long enough to slide her dress up to reveal her panty-clad rear. He wanted to grab a handful, but instead he reached back to the front of her dress and squeezed her breasts within her bra.

  Though Tori had never sucked a man off, she could tell his orgasm was building in the way he thrust as though he were trying to get his entire shaft down her throat. She had to pull her mouth to his tip to keep him from choking her.

  “Stroke my balls,” he moaned out. She cupped his balls, rubbing gently. “I’m gonna nut.”

  He grunted and held her head in place so that her mouth was on the tip as he emptied thick, ropey spurts into her young, obliging mouth. Tori coughed, as her mouth filled, sending runlets of hot cum sliding down Con’s shaft.

  “It’s ok. Swallow what you can, it won’t hurt you,” he whispered breathlessly as he finished.

  Tori pulled her head off his lap. Her eyes were wild, as though she expected a cop or someone to be waiting to arrest them both for indecency.

  “Don’t look so scared, I told you no one would know,” Con assured her as he reached into the glove box for tissues.

  Tori took one of the tissues and wiped around her mouth. She rooted around her purse for a stick of gum.

  She didn’t say anything until he turned the key in the ignition.

  “Did you like it?”

  He looked over at her. “It wasn’t bad for a first effort,” he said. She rolled her eyes.

  “Look at you, mad because I didn’t say it was an A-plus BJ,” he teased her. “It was good, Tor. I knew it would be.”

  

  Back in her bed, Tori felt her climax rising as she recalled how Con’s cock throbbed in her mouth as he released, how he groaned out, how he called her name … how powerful the entire act made her feel, despite her reluctance to perform. Her fingers moved around her clit faster.

  “Con,” she murmured into her pillow as cum flooded from he
r slit, the orgasm washing over her body so intensely, she wished she could cry out as her hips shuddered in sweet relief.

  

  Ever since that afternoon in the Jeep, Tori found herself feeling more feminine than she had in her life. She favored short, sexy dresses that accentuated her slender curves. She was still a little conflicted over what she’d done with her friend, mostly because she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

  Tori also couldn’t stop thinking about just how far she would go if Con asked.

  She pushed the covers off her naked, slick body and climbed out of bed. She could hear her mother and stepfather’s muffled movements about the house. They were probably sitting down to coffee. She smirked to herself: They had no idea what she’d been up to. A newly minted 18-year-old, they were confident their daughter had never had sex, even though her closest friend was male. Part of her wondered if it was because they could never fathom a boy like Con wanting a girl like her.

  Con was big, a little over six feet of solid muscle that had seemingly developed out of nowhere in the last couple of years. Their small school didn’t have a football team, but Con was on their soccer and lacrosse teams where he excelled at both sports. With his voluminous, wavy black hair and brown eyes, Tori was aware of how other girls, and some women, took notice. It made her proud to be with him, even though they were only friends.

  Quiet and to herself, Tori wasn’t unattractive, but she never really felt… visible. The boys at her school pretty much ignored her, as did most of the girls. Her mother told her it was because they were intimidated by her intellect. Tori thought that a nice copout, but she didn’t care. She had Con.

  Often she would wonder what a relationship with him would be like, but she was headed to college in Washington state in the fall. He would be staying in California. School was too important to her to get tied up in a high school romance – not that he’d made any moves toward them being boyfriend and girlfriend. The messing around they’d done had been enough to stir something in her that hadn’t been there before.

  Tori walked into her private bath. She cupped her breasts in the mirror and smiled at her reflection, a fake smile that she usually did before she began her ‘appearance assessment.’ Her breasts were a little small for her liking, though they were a handful; her rear was firm from hours of solo bike riding, but she too felt that was a little on the small side. She did credit herself for having a pretty smooth and unblemished complexion and body.

  She reached into the bath and turned on the shower. As the room steamed up, she finished looking herself over, glancing proudly at the closely trimmed thatch that veiled her sex.

  In the steamy shower, Tori rubbed an exfoliating sponge over her body, thinking about how she’d managed to get through four years of high school with her virginity in tact. She’d known girls who’d given it up at 14. She wondered if she would head to college in the fall having never done the deed.

  “Maybe Con will take that too,” she thought to herself. The thought made her smile seductively.

  

  After drying her hair and skin, Tori climbed out of the shower and walked naked back into her room. It was going on 10. She was surprised her mother hadn’t come up inquiring about whether she wanted breakfast.

  She smiled when she noticed a missed call on her cell from Con. Tori picked her phone up and dialed him back as she pulled on a black thong and selected a sky blue, belted linen dress that stopped two inches above her knees.

  “Hey, where were you?” Con asked, answering on the third ring.

  “I was in the shower, sorry I missed you. You got me now, so what do you want?” Tori teased.

  “I wanted to see what you were up to, you want to hang out and watch some movies?”

  “Sure. I’ll come by after I get something to eat.”

  

  It was a breezy, sunny May morning when Tori walked down to Con’s house. She didn’t see his parents’ car in the drive. Just his Jeep. She blushed as she rang the bell.

  Con answered in a pair of black and red basketball shorts and a t-shirt.

  “Hey,” he said, his eyes going over her hungrily.

  “Hey.”

  

  “Where are your mom and dad?” Tori asked as she entered the house. The houses on their street were pretty much carbon copies of each other floor plan-wise, the only difference was different color siding. Con’s bedroom was what was a guest room at Tori’s house.

  “My dad had a work conference, they’re gone all weekend.”

  Tori nodded, trying to act nonchalant though her heart was pounding. The two of them headed down to the lower-level theater room.

  “What movie do you want to watch first?” Tori asked as she entered the theater room ahead of him.

  He pulled her to him, kissing her mouth. He pushed her down onto the overstuffed leather sofa the two of them had spent so much time playing video games and watching TV on.

  She could barely catch her breath as Con pushed her dress up past her thighs, revealing her thong. He pulled the skimpy panty down as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

  “Con,” she groaned, her body feeling like it was catching fire. “I can’t. I’m not on the pill.”

  “I’m not going to have sex with you. Not yet,” he whispered to her huskily. She looked at him, confused. He climbed off her and pulled her to her feet. As she stood before him, he pulled her dress up and over her head.

  “What are you – ? I don’t understand,” her eyes were pleading.

  He smirked at her and yanked his t-shirt off in one fluid movement, revealing a sculpted, muscular chest. He pushed his boxers off and got on his back on the sofa. His member jutted stiffly from his body, curving slightly. Taking her hand, he turned her so her rear faced his face.

  “I’m going to taste you.”

  Tori’s heart was racing, she wanted to object, but she couldn’t find the words. Her inner thighs were damp from slickness sluicing its way to the floor.

  Con got up and hoisted her body on top of his such that her sex was within reach of his tongue.

  Tori took his hardness in her hand, her breath catching as she felt his warm tongue slip into her wet recesses.

  “Ah!” she quivered in excitement and surprise, her body slightly jerking. He put his arms around her, keeping her in position as he playfully darted the stiff tip of his tongue in and around her. Her virgin pussy smelled fresh from her shower, yet hinted at musky arousal. She was so tight his tongue almost had trouble pushing into her.

  Tori tried to keep her mouth on his hot hard cock, but had trouble as she had to stop to moan in ecstasy at his motions. She rocked back and forth, fucking his tongue, stroking his hard dick and caressing his full balls. He savored her as his tongue slid in and out, around and around, juicy rivulets soaking his lips and chin.

  “Con, ahhh, ah! Con!” He was holding on so to her body so tightly she couldn’t have gotten up if she wanted to. And the more he licked and sucked the most sensitive, delicate parts of her, the more her inhibitions dissipated into desire.

  “Go ahead and let go,” he encouraged.

  She moaned, low and long as the orgasm took over her body, forcing her to push into his mouth, desperate to wring every bit of pleasure she could. She slid her lips down on him just as he began to erupt, his hips bucking in time with each thick burst.

  Tori swallowed his cum slowly and slid off his tongue. Her body felt weak, forcing her to sit. Con put his arms around her.

  “I think we could both use a shower,” he whispered.

  In the bathroom, between lathering and rinsing, the two of them kissed deeply under the spray. Con sucked her naked breasts; Tori got on her knees and sucked his naked cock.

  “I’m gonna need to wash you up again,” he said breathlessly after spurting cum over her breasts. She laughed.

  

  The following Monday, Tori made an appointment with her doctor to have an IUD inserted, just in case.

 
It was puzzling to her what Con’s motivations were. He wasn’t pressuring her to have sex. They’d done everything but the actual act in the last few days. It was tantalizing.

  She couldn’t say no, even though part of her knew what they were doing was wrong, dirty. The illicitness of going off after classes and fellating her friend until he couldn’t take it anymore drove her so crazy just thinking about it would make her run off to find a quiet, private spot to bring herself sexual release.

  The doctor would be able to fit in her procedure that following Thursday.

  

  Graduation day came much to both Con and Tori’s relief. As the two of them lined up with their class outside the stadium, they made sure each other’s caps and gowns were straight.

  “You look great,” Tori told her friend. She reached to embrace him.

  “Thanks, so do you,” he whispered. “I’ve got a surprise for you after this.”

  Tori smiled and nodded.

  The two families gathered at the Marsh house for an after-graduation celebration. While the parents gathered over grilled steaks in the side yard to discuss their children’s plans for the future, Con motioned for Tori to follow him. She went into the house with him where he retrieved a folded blanket and a bottle of his parents’ best wine.

  “Let’s go,” he said. The two of them snuck out of the house and down a path out behind their neighborhood.

  Tori smiled. They hadn’t gone down the path into the woods near where they lived in years.

  “I’ll race you down,” Con turned and told her. He disappeared beyond the trees, strong legs taking him away in no time. Tori laughed and tried to keep up.

  

  Tori stopped in the clearing. Flushed and out of breath, she looked around for him.

  “Con?”

  No answer.

  “If you’re not going to come out, I’m going back home.”

  She folded her arms. It was cooler in the tree-shaded spot, making her rub her upper arms, trying to warm them.

  “Ok then, if you’re gonna be like that,” she turned to head back up the path.