Leslie's Special Kink
Leslie's Special Kink
By: James Jenkins
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WARNING, NOTE & DISCLAIMER:
Must be 18+ to read this and other Nifty stories where you are from. Read at your own risk. This is a standalone story. It takes place a year after the events in the 2007 film adaptation of "Bridge to Terabithia" in an AU where Leslie survives and her relationship with Jess has grown much deeper. The following story does not imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any knowledge about their private lives. I also DON'T own the rights to the Walt Disney pictures and Walden Media film or the characters created by author Katherine Paterson.
It was an unassumingly quiet June afternoon at the Burke residence. Jess Aarons was laying in the bed, wearing just his red boxers. His dark hair cut short. His body that of a normal 7th grader. He was 13. He had not one experience with a girl. His relationships with peers at school had been just as simmering. He couldn't understand if there was a problem with kids his age, or with him being different. Until the new girl in town flew into his life with an eagle's confidence. He fell for someone he thought was a show-off at first. Now he was laying in her bed, anxiously waiting for her. The fact her parents were out running errands stirred the teen's fervor as they'd have eight hours alone together.
Neither of them considered their bond to be just friendly or Kid Stuff. They both understood that not following the same crowds at school made them look somewhat odd. Besides, they were both imaginative and found the unlikely even more astounding. They had been dating for two months now, though haven't told their parents yet.
Leslie Burke entered the bedroom. She was a blonde, the same age as her boyfriend. If she were a brunette, she could be one of Jess's sisters. Jess was glad of the fact that she wasn't. Otherwise, he could not be her first and he hers.
Leslie had slender body with fine budding breasts. They were full and appeared delicate, but still far off from being a woman. Jess loved how they bounced when she sometimes mock fought him. She had a long, pinkish, sports bra on. He could barely saw her bare breasts. She had pink panties under her jean shorts. Her bare feet added to her angelic appearance.
Jess cock rose immediately, at least to an extent that the boxers allowed. Leslie saw the bulge and bit her lips followed by a slight chuckle. She laid down next to him and they kissed each other. She caressed his boxers, while he played with her panties. They made out. She touched him across the body. He ran his fingers fluidly along her back.
She could see that he was at the highest level of horny. She put off his boxers. He didn't protest, which she took as yes. If he was nervous, then she'd ask him if he wanted her to go the distance, but he seemed relaxed.
"Just don't come in my mouth, or we won't have our little game again, got it?" she asked.
"Yeah, got. I'll tell you when I'm close Les."
"Just tell if it feels magical, or if it hurts you, okay?" she asked him.
"I'd never lie to you."
Some side of Leslie doubted that he'd do so. Word around the school about some of their classmates said the same when hooking up, but almost none would ever admit it.
She began to blow him. For him, it was a great blowjob. He had never so much as kissed a girl before and despite the fact none in Lark Creek were as spirited and heartful as Leslie was. She was languidly stroking his cock while she blew him.
"Does it feel magical?" she asked.
"Yes. Could you please suck a bit more?" he asked pleadingly. Tickled at his heightened tone, she did as he wished.
"Aaah wait, God that's too much." Jess head turned left and right fighting to keep his composure.
She eased back on the heated suction just a bit.
"That's magical..." Jess said immersed in the heavenly atmosphere of the moment.
"Is it a nice pace?"
"That's awesome too."
He watched as she was giving him a good time. He didn't see her face because of her hair, so he gently pushed it away to see the beauty he cherished so much.
She was more entrancing and purer as opposed to the porno magazine models he secretly witnessed. The girls on the pages seemed very willing almost desperate to do it, piercing you in with their exotic eyes, smiles, arousing faces. Leslie, on the contrary, looked as if centered on a goal to achieve. She wasn't looking at him, nor did she give a teasing smile. Maybe. He didn't see her face. She was silent like a fox on the hunt. The only sound heard was her steady slurps. It sounded incredible nevertheless and Jess found himself enveloped by the sounds, along with her head bobbing up and down. The most stunning thrill was the feeling of having part of your being drawn out lovingly. He couldn't experience that with a porno mag, and he was glad that Leslie had replied to his message he left in her notebook in Social Studies class this past week.
"Les, I'm close," he said after a few minutes of relaxing into the massage she was giving him.
She stopped the blowjob and said simply "Okay Babe." Then she grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, put it above his cock and continued to stroke it until he blew his gooey load into it. They both smiled as they let the moment linger. They were happy to finally have it together and for the future times to come.
Very big for his age, Leslie mused impressed at her boyfriend's meaty weight.
"How do you feel?" asked Leslie as she pinched the reddened head of his cock.
"Amazing... That was cool," he replied, completely at ease than he'd been anticipating this.
"Great, I'm happy to hear that. It's my turn now. Before we make the home run, I'd like to be teased a bit. Do you wanna lick or finger me? Or I can show you something greater. My kink, if you'd like."
"What kind of kink?" Jess asked licking his lips with intrigued curiosity as he felt three degrees warmer.
"I like to get off with my dad's airbrush from time to time," Leslie said with mock guilt.
"Sometimes," he grinned while picturing the scene in his mind's eye.
"Yeah, I also like to play with other things, but this is what I wanted to show you today. If you want, say so," said Leslie as she drew one of Jess bangs away from his face.
In such a small town, one might think that people keep their kinks private. While it can be true for some loners and such. People lock them away. Much like feelings, because they're scared to embrace them. They dread that they'll be mocked at a job, condemned in church or by their friends and families.
Leslie was one of those people who could care less what other people thought about her. Those beliefs, attitudes and thoughts belonged to the stagnantly undriven, not to her. They said more about how small-minded they were than about her, she always told Jess. Besides, she didn't sit in front of a TV constantly. With classmates, she was always open. But those who were rather thick and airheaded. If any of them even cared or dreamed about life beyond Lark Creek, would they ever leave to be something more? Who would even try? She didn't expect anybody to bear their souls to her. People were too worried with their private problems, fears and conflicting views.
That's why Leslie didn't have any problem with asking Jess outright after a wonderful day in Terabithia last week if he would like to try and do it.
"How do you do it?" Jess asked as a new hormonal surge began to course through his veins.
"I sometimes rub myself on the nozzle, or the hose connector. Sometimes, though, I just turn the siphon feed on and let it smother my "special box" till I'm milked dry," Leslie said trying to stifle a laugh.
"Sounds cool. What's my role though?" Jess asked feeling his cheeks go flush.
"I don't want you to stick your hose inside me, if you're not ready to."
"Yeah, I hate pressure, so thanks," he smiled nervously at the idea which made him squirm a smudge.
"Nice. I can have more fun then, " she giggled. "We'll turn on the airbrush and you'll suck me off with it, okay?"
"Cool. Let's do it. I'm curious how it really works," Jess said raising an eyebrow.
"Wait here," she stood up and went from the bedroom. Jess could hear subtle rumbling in the small closet where she had all the toys she secreted away. Then she came back with the airbrush kept among the other household tools.
"What do you do with that?" Jess asked as though she pulled a live fairy out of her pocket.
"Me? Nothing. You'll be the one who'll make me cum with this, so that I don't have to do it by myself. Time to learn a new trick, babe."
His jaw dropped immediately. Oh fuck! The young artist mind has just exploded.
"What?" he asked shaking his head and blinking as though she were speaking gibberish.
"C'mon Jess don't play dumb. Word at school is some guys do it. Stick your cock in there," she fingered the tube. "I'm creative and like things that give great ideas. It's wonderful," she blinked and nodded her head.
"Now come on babe, get up and plug it into the wall," she encouraged him.
He did as was told without an inch of hesitation. In the meantime, Leslie laid on her bed. She had put the shorts and her wet panties back on.
"How?" Jess asked perturbed, standing in front of the bed, in his boxers, holding the nozzle in one hand.
"Come here."
Jess did so as if Leslie were a puppet master of sorts.
"Rub the nozzle on my sweet spot."
He wanted to slide the panties off again, but Leslie stopped him with a twitching finger.
"Not so fast. Not now babe. Keep them where they're at now. Just rub it on them-slow."
Spellbound, Jess began to rub the nozzle on her silk panties. She closed her blue eyes. Her mind went off again to the ethereal void of pleasure, one not even Terabithia could match. It wouldn't reach the peak just yet. They'd need another special object for that.
"Okay. That's enough. Please, turn it on," she whispered while grasping at the sky blue-colored bedsheets.
Feeling sweat run down his limbs, Jess plugged the airbrush into the wall and turned it on. The tool sparked to life.
"Could you bring it over here please babe?" Leslie asked him while admiring his shy face.
Jess did it not wanting to let a second pass while they still had time for this new game.
"I love the sound it makes. Really gets me excited and wet," Leslie said beaming exuberantly.
"What now?" Jess asked.
"Try it out on my breasts first."
Delighted by the proposal, he did just that. The sports bra was amber-colored to a degree, yet he could see her nipples. He put the nozzle on one of them. The airbrush sucked it in along with the bra. The nipple choked the nozzle and the tool's compressor went up, trying to get some air inside, though in vain.
Leslie, on the other hand, let a sudden gasp out of her lungs in a drawn-out moan.
Jess pulled the nozzle. The airbrush tried to tug Leslie's breast with it, but once it was too high, it didn't have enough power to hold on it for long and let it go. Jess sucked the right breast a few times, then the left.
He soon understood that the airbrush, much like his own body, wasn't desperate for air, it craved Leslie's boobs!
He decided to play with her maturing yet beauteous breasts. Leslie helped him taking her sports bra off.
She was moaning with enflamed pleasure each time the airbrush drew her breasts and released them in a imbibe sound.
"This is way too cool," Jess said as if witnessing the perfect moment to paint the evening sky.
"I know, right," Leslie replied as her knees rose.
Jess got a hang off it quickly. He went with the nozzle from Leslie's breasts down to her pussy, sucking her smooth skin along the way.
Leslie's body bent in anticipation of her womanhood being sucked, but Jess moved the nozzle on her lukewarm thighs instead. He then moved the nozzle from one side to the other, going round her pussy as if painting. Her soft moans shifted to near explosive groans as she was riled up with a need to have that indescribable feeling.
Jess decided to lay off with the teasing. He checked the pressure setting on the airbrush. It was set to the lowest point.
He slowly, carefully put the nozzle on the panty-covered pussy. There was a quick slurping sound, followed by a thump, as the panties and pussy lips were sucked into the nozzle. Also, Leslie's voice was heard, giving Jess a tip that finally, he managed it and that it was the best feeling in the world besides the day the first met.
He played with her pussy as he had played with her breasts let it be sucked in, let the airbrush engine roar with hunger for Leslie's rich juices, then pull the nozzle away, giving her vagina a break for another wild round. It was as if the airbrush didn't want to let go but didn't' had the power to clench on it either.
Jess noticed that Leslie was mostly moaning in the moments of her pussy being sucked in and out. Personally, he wasn't satisfied with what he was doing. He wanted to give her more firebomb pleasure. Mischievously grinning Jess decided I'll let the airbrush sucked on her more, instead of feeling her up like a Dork, he mused.
He let the airbrush forced itself on Leslie's pussy again and began to grow bolder now. First, he made circle movements with the nozzle, as if it was her very fingers which massaged her... Hmm that's not it, Jess mused before continuing.
Then he angled the nozzle just a bit. There. He could hear the slurping sound more often. Now get the right angle where it could not get fully stuck on Lesli's pussy but wouldn't release either.
The dampened panties were standing in the way of his exploration. Smirking to himself, he pulled them away and tossed them over his shoulder.
Then he discovered the right angle. First, the fluttering of her pussy. Second, Leslie's wall-shuddering moans.
The boy was watching with complete devotion as her pussy lips were slammed on the inner wall of the nozzle and wound up wildly. It was a spectacular scene.
Then he saw copious white juices pour from Leslie's pussy. Some of them were sucked up instantly, other drops trickled down to her butt cheeks.
Leslie's legs started shaking, her pussy throbbing like a dribbled ball. She came inside the airbrush nozzle with loud scream. Her hand pulled Jess away from her puffy...
Jess greedily sucked the juices from her thighs and ass cheeks and turned off the airbrush. The deepening silence in the room was interrupted by Leslie's breath returning to calm. Like she's running the big race again, Jess thought not bothered by the fact she beat him.
"That was fantastic," Leslie said with a soothing smile. She caressed Jess on the back of his neck and gave him a kiss.
"You bet. I'll never look at art supplies the same way again," he responded and gave her a kiss.
They laid down for a few more minutes before Leslie's parents were due to come back.
In the evening two hours before dinner, Jess went home tired, but happy happier than he'd been that week. Leslie was asleep the moment she closed the door behind Jess and watched him jogging up the road until he vanished from view and jumped to bed content and thanking her lucky stars for the day they shared and those yet to be.