AN: I switch to SPOV for the next several chapters. Seems more fun to experience all that Eric has to offer.
Charlaine Harris is the goddess and these are her characters. (Maybe not all characters here, though.) She deserves our tribute.
Fourth of July c. 1973 Part II
"What do you know about the local wolf population count in Iceland?" I asked.
And just that easy, a plan was born between us to spend next summer in Iceland together. We did not have sex that night, rarely even touching as we excitedly reviewed every aspect of what we would need to do to fund our trip to the top of the world. I knew one of my biology Profs took students for field trips to that part of the world, and I figured he would not turn down the chance to have me as part of his group. The few female students in my classes were rather humorless Plain Janes. I definitely stood out with my long blonde hair and curvy body. It was one of the reasons I never lacked for dates as I was surrounded by horny science geeks every day. Now I would just need to convince my dad to give me the money, as my tip money from this summer was meant to fund my extracurricular activities for my sophomore year at MU. If he wouldn't do so, I resolved to call Gran in St. Louis for a loan. She was very rich and always encouraged me to do whatever I wanted with my life. She liked the idea of me becoming a wildlife biologist with the potential for lots of outdoor adventures. It would be a daring choice for a woman, even more so than veterinary school, although I could do both. Gran was a strong advocate for women's liberation and the adoption of the Equal Rights Amendment. She was the one who took me to the Planned Parenthood clinic so I could start on birth control.
Later than night in my bedroom after Eric had left earlier with a promise to come by in the morning to take my mom and me to breakfast, I realized again I barely knew Eric but he felt like the boyfriend I had been pining for all of last year. I knew he probably was very experienced sexually. What would we do tomorrow, and would I have to wait another year to see him after this weekend? He was on the West Coast and I was living in the Midwest, two different universes. But Eric would have some ideas, I guessed.
The next day passed quickly and my mom's response to Eric's spilling of our plans was very enthusiastic, which surprised me. It was her mother who had gotten me on the pill, so maybe there were things about my mother that I had been oblivious to when it came to sex. I'd figured out a while ago that Jason was born shortly after my parents were married, so my mother had been a little wild even for the 1950's. My mom Pam clearly liked Eric and after a lazy day of sunning on the dock and taking some rides in his boat, when he suggested taking us to dinner this time, she begged off with headache and went with me to my room to help me select my clothing. She hugged me, and said to have a good time tonight and do whatever felt right to me. I stared at her in embarrassment. She winked and left the room, calling goodnight to Eric, who replied in kind.
Guess I was going to have the experience of my life tonight and my mom approved!
That night proved to me that Eric was as good as I had hoped. We returned to his once again deserted house and he pulled the Joy of Sex from a drawer in his bedroom, taking off his shirt as he moved to join me on the bed. What followed exceeded my every expectation as my hands began roaming over the muscles in his chest and drifting down to massage his belly and the trail of golden hair leading to his growing erection. He opened the book and began by squinting at me in a professorial sort of way, adopting a Germanic accent to say "Zo, we vere just starting on der 'sauces and pickles' chapter, I believe." He opened the book, read me the first few pages in a completely "fuck me" tone dripping with testosterone-laden sensuality, and then dropped the book on the bed. With that, he reached-up and ripped off my skort and pink nylon bikini underwear in one smooth, powerful, downward movement. I just wasn't thinking about what I was going to wear home later that night. He fell on his knees, pulled my legs up by my ankles, yanked them apart roughly and began mouthing my most private part, covering me completely while running his tongue very wetly over my opening. This triggered a violent involuntary response in me. I moaned and thrashed my legs as much as possible, twisting my hips to escape but he held me firmly in an iron grip until I completely relaxed to the feel of his mouth taking me as he wished.
He was very agile for one so large, as he proved by soon shifting position to climb over my stomach and turning to face my feet. He remained on his knees and told me to take him in my hands, then slammed his mouth down again on my mound, using his tongue very thoroughly to separate my folds and lick under the hood over and over again in a relentless rhythm while I carefully took his dark red, exceptionally long shaft in both hands and began sliding them up and down the full length of him. (I had seen enough well-thumbed copies of the first few issues of Playgirl to know what was expected of me.) He let out a deep grunt and removed his mouth from me only long enough to ask me to go slowly and please take him in my mouth. (Okay, I'd read up on going down on a guy in that month's Cosmo article on 'How to please a man'.) Since he was completely exposed to me in his straddling position, it was easy to release my grip and open my mouth to him just as I was held passively open to his touch. His tip was large and slightly salty with his juices. I'd practiced swallowing on a cucumber in the dorm room with the other girls and was eager to try swallowing the real thing. The smell radiating from his warmed skin and hair was a spicy, sensual aromatic blend of male and power and lust that served to further inflame my senses and cause my hips to begin rocking frantically as I felt a deep clenching in my lower stomach. In moments, my legs straightened and then spasmed with what was my first intense orgasm. I was doing something he liked as well because he sped up his hip movement, pushing his shaft down into my mouth, then stiffened, clenching his smooth, pale butt as he shot his semen into my throat. He had the most beautiful muscled ass and watching him jerk and orgasm was mesmerizing. I felt immensely powerful for having affected him so deeply.
Eric lowered my legs slowly to the bed, and stretched out the full length of his body on top of me, kissing my toes and circling my legs with his arms to pull them against his chest.
"Sookie", he murmured. "I knew it would be like that with you."
I was almost speechless, but still was able to reply "Thank you, Joy of Sex. But, actually, I'm still a virgin, Eric."
"I cannot believe I am saying this, but I think you should stay that way until we know each other better." He kept his face buried in my calves as he said this.
Before I could respond, Eric moved into a crouch and leapt from the bed in a very graceful motion to move into the bathroom. He returned momentarily to roll the largest joint I had ever seen, lit it, and before taking a toke leaned over me, being careful to touch me with just with his full, still engorged lips to kiss me deeply and passionately for several minutes before breaking it off. He also took a few leisurely minutes to pull off my ripped peasant blouse and fondle my boobs, tweaking my nipples until they ached, all the while grinning at my responsiveness.
"We had better smoke this if I am going to stick to what I just decided." He smiled very seductively at me as he pushed it into my slightly open mouth to give me a taste. "It is the best grass I have found recently. I cleaned it and saved the seeds because I want to try growing my own. Someday it is going to be legal. I am going to be ready when that day dawns."
Yeah, right, I thought. Instead, I said: "I wish I could spend the night here with you. When do you have to leave to return home? Wait, I'm just assuming you live in Palo Alto. Is that right?"
"Sssh, my sweet. I am leaving tomorrow afternoon with my brother to return home to Salt Lake City. We both have jobs this summer at Zion Park. We got the weekend off because my Dad insisted on it for us. My brother Sven is my twin, of course."
Without thinking, I said: "You are a twin? I thought he was your older brother? Salt Lake--are you Mormons? I don't even know your last name, Eric."
He put his finger over my mouth, saying: "I will answer some of these questions before you start on a fresh batch."
"We are not identical twins, as he is a brunet with green eyes. Yes, my parents are well-known members of the Church of Latter Day Saints. And, my last name is Nordmon, of Swedish extraction. I'm twenty-three. I took a year off for my mission and went to Peru. Sven went to Brazil and I think he had a much better time than I did." He smiled carefully at me, waiting for my reaction.
I paused, gauging my own reaction internally before speaking. We were both startled out of our staring contest by a loud knock on the door, a familiar male voice yelling "Bed check!" and the handle of the door rattling loudly. Eric pulled the covers up over our naked, entwined bodies just as Sven entered the darkened room. He chuckled softly. "How about I join you, Eric? She wouldn't mind, would she?"
Sven flipped on the dresser lamp switch and was standing at the foot of the bed completely nude, wearing only a puka-shell choker-type necklace. He was indeed Eric's twin in all ways except coloring. His skin was a rich, olive tone to match his much longer, slightly wavy chocolate brown hair and unusually light green eyes. He looked like a Mediterranean version of my new boyfriend with the same beautifully muscled legs and shoulders, and a washboard stomach to match Eric's. Unlike Eric, he had an eight inch long scar running parallel to his right hip bone and was completely shaved of all body hair. Unfortunately my eyes were drawn inexorably to between his legs to find he was very erect and somewhat larger than Eric before I forced myself to look away. I did manage to close my mouth but still swallowed a bunch of air.
"I think she likes what she sees, twin. Shall I climb up on the bed?" He didn't wait for an answer, flopping down on my other side as Eric let out a loud growl and made to throw himself over my body. Sven's arms locked tightly around my waist, sliding under the sheet to touch skin to skin along the tops of my hips.
Eric, realizing that he could not fight his brother on top of my body, made a fatal error and choose to sit up to get off the bed to pull Sven off of me. In doing so, he pulled up the sheet covering my breasts, and Sven's mouth was sucking on my exposed nipple before either Eric or I could react to push him off. A small moan escaped me and Eric gave me a stricken look as he gave up, pushing violently on Sven's shoulders to make him release me. Unfortunately, Eric forgot about Sven's arm under the sheet, because his fingers were now sliding between my legs and over my mound to part my lips and slide into the slick heat of my core, made so by Eric's earlier tonguing. I screamed then, causing Sven to finally pause and look at me with a very concerned expression before he disappeared over the side of the bed as Eric lost control and began pounding on him. A lot of male grunting drifted up from the floor as I lay on the bed, stunned into immobility by events of the last few minutes. Sven was begging Eric to stop, which he eventually did. I thought I heard a small sob from someone, and then both men rose up the side of the bed to reveal their amazing identical naked bodies and equally amazing male equipment side-by-side for the first time. I had trouble breathing for a few seconds. I was now splayed nude for all to see as Eric's actions had taken the bedding over the side with him. Sven looked down to gaze appreciatively over my breasts and settled between my parted legs. "She's more luscious than your usual, little brother." He said, and licked his lips.
Eric leaned down to throw the bedcovers over me, and then without a word disappeared through the open door. Sven continued looking at me, before saying "Uh-oh" and following Eric out of the room. I heard the front door slam, followed up by a second slam. I was alone in the house. Nope, I was alone in the house, completely stoned, and without any clothes I could wear home. At least I was still a virgin. My mother would no doubt be disappointed.
"For then it would be better for thee to face all the wolves in Iceland than to stand before Eric in his rage." Eric Brighteyes by H. Rider Haggard
AN: Yum (two for one?) or Bummed (stoned and alone?) Which camp for you?