Chapter 5 – The Pin

Adieu, notre petite table 

I havementioned that I wear a special pin. When the commune broke up my mother made special small pins for all ofus to wear.  By wearing this wewould be linked – even though our community was technically separated ,the pinheld us together.  It was also away of identifying each other. Some of us were young when the commune separated, when we became of agewe would get our pins and become a part of this special community.  The community had a very open lifestyle– nudity and a free and open sexuality. As many of the group got older and met and became involved (in a varietyof ways) with others there was a desire to be able to initiate them into thecommunity as well.  So my motherand step-brother devised a way for someone to earn a pin, and consequently aplace in the community.  This meantthere were even more folks who were a part of the community who some of us didnot really know or had not even met. Now, I had experienced meeting a few of these occasionally when I was incollege.  But living in upstate NewYork, I did not come upon very many, and had not for several yearsactually.  But, here I was in NewYork, so I should not have been surprised when someone with a pin suddenlyturned up out of nowhere.

After Ihad freshened myself and finished my paperwork and said goodbye, I looked at mywatch and realized that I had several hours to kill before Uncle Charlie wouldbe back to pick me up.  So I put myraincoat on over my blazer, blouse and skirt and ventured out onto thestreets.  I had not worn a bra andI had lost my panties to Kristin. I had not bothered to put the pantyhose back on.  I was wearing the pin on the lapel ofmy raincoat.  I tried to cover myhead with my purse as the rain started falling harder, but it was no use.  Soon I began to look like a drowned rat– my golden hair all wet and hanging limply on my head.  I came to a coffee shop and slippedinside.  Water was dripping from mygolden locks.  I rang them out abit and then asked the hostess to seat me in a booth next to the window.  I slipped into the booth and ordered acup of coco and began musing on my experiences of the day.

What achange was in store.  I had beenwaitressing and singing when I could, otherwise I was not really doingmuch.  I knew Rachel would be sorryto see me go.  My sweet step-sisterhad been my best friend, and occasional lover for a long time.  I would miss her, but it was time forme to step out on my own and have an adventure.  I was sure she would understand.

Suddenlya hand appeared.  I looked up andwas greeted with the sweet face of a young man.  He had something in his fist and he opened his hand andplaced it on the table next to me. It was a pin – just like mine. 

Iblushed, and looked at him and smiled.

“Theblushing is so cute, Abi.  Iremember you used to do that years ago when we would play together on thefarm.”

I lookedat him, trying to remember.  He hada handsome, sweet, almost girlish face. His long light brown hair was tied in a ponytail.  I looked in his warm eyes.  “I don’t believe it, Greg?  What are you doing here?”

“You havea good memory, I wasn’t sure you would remember me at all.”  He picked up his pin and put it in hispocket.

“Howcould I forget you.  We had somenice times together as I recall.”

“Yes, wedid.”  He smiled.  “Well, I should tell you that this wasnot an accident.  Marge called meand told me you would be hanging around this part of town today, so I didn’twant to miss the opportunity.”

“I am soglad to see you.  Kiss me.”  He slipped in next to me and wekissed.  First a peck, then a longsweet kiss.   “Do you livearound here?”

“Notfar.”  He kissed me again.  This kiss was more passionate andlonger.  I felt his hands slipinside my raincoat and find my breasts. The cold had made my nipples erect and he began to play with them.  “How lovely.  I bet you aren’t wearing panties either.”

“Wannacheck?”  I whispered.  He gently and subtly lifted myskirt.  “Very nice.” 

He kissedme again.  “Let’s go to my placeand get reacquainted.”

The rainhad slowed to a drizzle.

We walkedhand in hand a couple blocks.  Aswe walked we talked of old times and experiences and I told him about myaudition.

“Itsounds to me like you will be doing a little more than singing down there.  Be careful though, you could get hurt.”

“I am abig girl.  I’ll be fine.”  I smiled as we walked up the steps toan apartment building and he opened the door for me.  The lobby was large and empty.  “Hand me you raincoat.”

I slippedit off.  We walked over to theelevator.

Theelevator was one of those old ones which could barely hold a couplepeople.  It also had doors that hadto be opened and closed by hand. Greg opened the doors and I stepped in.  He followed and closed the doors. 

I waitedfor him to push the button.

He lookedat me, and then said softly, “take off your skirt, Abi.”

Iblushed.

“Againwith the blush.  It is soooocute.  But I know you like to showyourself, so go ahead and do it.”

I reachedaround with steady hands and unclasped the skirt and slipped down thezipper.  It fell to my feet.  I stepped out of it, picked it up andhanded it to him.  I stood open tohis gaze.

Hereached out and lifted my shirt a little. “Lovely…. “ he slipped his hand over my bush and between my legs,pushing a finger between my lips. I open my legs slightly, and moaned softly.  “You aren’t a natural blonde.  But I knew that already.”  He smiled, withdrew his hand and pushed the elevator buttonfor the 4th floor.

As wemoved upwards in the elevator car I felt his hand on my back and then move downto my ass.  He cupped it andcaressed.  I looked up at him andwe kissed deeply.

Theelevator stopped with a jerk.  Iwaited with a little trepidation.

“Youready?”

“Ofcourse.  I like to be seen.”

He openedthe door and we stepped into the hall.

No one.

“Disappointed?”  He asked.

“Well, ofcourse….”

He tookmy hand and led me to a door at the end of the hall – room #422.  Before he unlocked it he turned andfaced me.  “No clothes allowed.”

Hereached over and pulled my blazer off my shoulders and then unbuttoned myblouse.  I let them both fall offof me to the floor.  I stood therewith only my shoes on.  My smallbreasts heaving and my little button nipples erect in the cool humid air.

“Whatabout you,” I asked.

“This ismy apartment,” he laughed as he opened the door.

I pickedup my clothes and walked in the door. I lay my clothes on a chair which stood next to the door and I slippedoff my shoes.

He stooda few paces ahead looking at me.  Istood naked and confident before him.

“You arebeautiful.  I have missed you somuch.  It is so nice to see you andshare some time with you Abi. “  Hestepped towards me and took me in his arms and kissed me again.  His kisses melted me.

“Undressme and greet me properly, please….” 

I reachedup and unbuttoned his skirt and then I dropped to my knees and began to caresshim.  I could feel his cock, atattention but confined as I ran my hands over his pants and his legs.  I took my time.  Eventually I slipped up and undid thebelt and unclasped his pants and slowly lowered the zipper.  Then I pulled them down.  His cock tented in his boxers.  I took his cock in my hand through thematerial and gently squeezed with one hand as I found his balls with the otherand squeezed them as well.  Then Iran my hand through the leg opening finding his precious jewelsunderneath.  I rubbed my face overhis cock and breathed in the wonderful smell.

Then Ihooked my fingers in the elastic and lowered his boxers over his cock.  It sprang free – like an animal cagedand waiting to escape.  Afterlowering his boxers to his knees I took his long and slender cock in my handsand gently began to caress and massage. I included his balls and then I reached up with my mouth and gentlykissed the head of his cock.  Thenwith my tongue I licked over the head and kissed again.  Slowly then I slipped his cock into mymouth all the way.  Then out,slowly, then in all the way. Repeating this several times as I caressed and squeezed his balls.  He began to slowly pump his cock intoand out of my mouth.

At onepoint his slipped the cock out of my mouth and slapped me on the face with it.;my mouth open and trying to find it to engulf it once more.  Finally, after spanking my face with hiscock several times I succeeded in capturing it with my mouth and I engulfed itdeep.  He moaned.

In andout – a little faster and a little harder.  One hand round his cock, one hand holding his balls.  “Oh god,” he called…… his pacequickened.  He was fucking my facenow.  Suddenly he groaned and mymouth filled with a warm fluid that began to spill out of my mouth and driponto my chin.  I swallowed as fastas I could, but it seemed never ending. After several swallows, he pulled out of my mouth and with my hand stillpumping him he deposited some white fluid on my face. 

I reachedup and rubbed it over my face and then over my breasts; still one hand gentlypumping him.  He pulled me up andwe embraced.  I felt his now limppenis rubbing against my body as we kissed deeply.

He tookmy hand and led me to his bed.  Ilay back on his bed; I spread my legs wide.  He crawled up on the bed between my legs.  Kissing up my thighs.  I closed my eyes.  I could feel his hands gently rubbingover the skin of my thighs and my tummy and my breasts as he sweetly kissed mylabia with his lips.  Then hepulled my lips open and gently kissed my clitoris.  I moaned.  NextI felt him flicking her with his tongue and then suddenly he slipped her intohis mouth and engulfed her completely, sucking her and tonguing her.  Slowly I felt a finger push inside of meas he sucked on my pussy.  In andout his finger went – slowly. First one finger then two and then three.  With his tongue and mouth he bore down on the rosebud of myclit and applied more pressure and speed. I moaned, and cried out.  OhGod.  “Fuck me,,,, please….”

He slidup my body and I felt his rejuvenated cock push between my labia and moveinside me – deeper, deeper.  Webegan to move in rhythm; him thrusting into me.   

We rolledover – I was on top and I sat on him so that his cock was deep inside ofme.  We continued to move inrhythm.  He was licking and suckingmy nipples and I was caressing his body as we fucked – faster and faster.  Kissing him – him squeezing my breasts– I reach back and cup his balls – he pushes his hand between my legs and findsmy clit.  We both explode in ascream.  Like waves crashing overme – over and over again – I feel myself flying – I begin to cry.  He takes me in his arms and holds me aswe slow down and stop.

I amsobbing in his arms.  He is holdingand gently caressing my head and neck and back.  I feel him deflate and slowly he slips out.  I relax and lay on him and I slip offof him to the side and we lay there in each other’s arms without speaking.

At lasthe speaks, gently, “I suppose you should think about going to meet your ride.”

“Whattime is it?” 

“Around6:00.”

“Oh.”

“Are youreally going overseas?”

“Yes, toSouth America.”

“OK – you’llbe safe?”

I proppedup on my elbows to look at him, “of course, why do you ask me that?”

“I… Idon’t know.”

“You hada pin,” I say sharply.

“Did theperson who claimed your panties this afternoon have a pin?

I paused,blushed, “well, no…  she didn’t.”  I slipped back down next to him.

“Well?”

“That wasan American woman.”

“Would ithave mattered?”

“Yes.  I know the rules – no fucking men whohave no pin without a rubber.  Butthere are no rules when it comes to other women.”

“Ok.”

“Why doyou care?”

Silence

“Some daywe are going to get married.”

“What?!?”  I sat up – looked at him and then burstout laughing. “Because you stripped and fucked me today, and because you usedto strip and fuck me and my mom and my step-sister when we lived on the farmyou think you are going to marry me.”

“Well,you’ll see.”

I sat up,found the Kleenex and wiped myself and then discarded the tissue.  “I think I better go.”

“Are youmad?”

“No, justamused.”  I jumped out of bedwalked into the front room and found my clothes by the door.  I picked them up.

He hadfollowed me naked.  He picked up myraincoat.  “Here, you don’t needthose.  Just wear this.  I’ll put the other clothes in a bag.”

I handedhim my clothes and put on the raincoat.

As hecame back from the kitchen with a bag he laughed, “Uncle Charlie will like thisbetter.”

Ibuttoned it up and tightened the belt.

He handedme the bag with the clothes, took me in his arms and kissed me.  “Write, ok?”

“Thanksfor a wonderful afternoon.”

With thatI walked to the elevator.  I lookedback as I waited.  He stood in thedoor, naked.  “What a beautifulman,” I thought.  “Maybe I couldmarry him – someday.”

I steppedinto the elevator and was gone.