"Nicole, Its a bit late to be waking me up" I said.

" Well sorry but Ari just kicked me off the couch."

Well after awhile she started to get up close to me and I let her hand over me and we layed there for a bit. Well I fell asleep again but woke up a little bit later to feel here rubbing my crotch and I turned to her and kissed her.

"Lonny, Im sorry Its just...I thought you were asleep and Jd said you were big" She said.

"Im not that big im only 6 inches fully" I said.

"Well Ive never seen one. And I hate all the other girls telling me about there boyfriends cocks and I wanted to feel one."

At this point I was hard so i pulled down the covers and pulled down my pajama pants. Now there was a huge tent in the middle of my boxers, she took her hand and unbuttoned the front of my boxers, and took out my erect cock. She started to stroke the shaft and use her thumb to play under the head. I lifted my head back and rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Let me play with you" I said. She shifted on her side and slid her short shorts down a little. I moved her thong to the side and rubbed her pussy lips and then slipped a finger in. She shuddered, not expecting this. I pushed my finger in and out of her pussy and she rocked her hips.

       The pressure in my balls was growing. I could hear her breathing heavy to my finger. She had her eyes closed and started to hold my cock alittle hard. 

"Nicole, Do you want to do a 69?". She looked at me but said nothing and got up. She put her ass in my face and sat on my face her pussy on my mouth. I used my fingers to open her pussy lips and I felt her mouth on my cock. She was pumping my shaft and using her tounge on he head. I was drilling her pussy and licking her G-Spot. She was moaning and getting really wet. My chin was drench and I was about to explode.

"Ooooo Lonny Imm CUMMING" she yelled a bit too loud. She bucked her hips and cummed all in my mouth. She started bobbing her head up and down untill i sighed and blew my load in her mouth. She started swallowing, as she got up i could see some on her chin.

     She layed next to me for a while. I was fondaling her tits, and she was rubbing my cock. We sat and talked for a while.

"Lonny...Do you want to stick that in me? I mean im a virgin and I heard you had sex already and I would rather you do it than some idiot." She said.

"Alright, But tell me if it hurts. I really don't want to hurt you.".

     Well she got up and put the covers over us. She mounted her pussy over me, and i held my cock with one hand up to her virgin pussy over my dick. She slipped it into me and I got about 3 inches in before i felt her resistants. She held my hand and pushed down hard. She put all 6 inches in her and I felt her dig her nails into my skin. I heard her whimper.

      "Lonny....That hurt but lets sit here for a few to let me get use to the size". She whispered. I layed there for a while. She then started pumping my dick in and out of her pussy. She sat all the way on my dick and layed forward. I grabbed her ass and helped her pump my dick. I started doing this faster. Then the bedroom door opened.....

To be Continued......

If i get enough good reviews ill make part 2.

"What's the matter?  You look as if you're miles away" she said.

Jim got a grip of himself. 

"Shall I take my panties off?  I know, let me take my blouse and skirt off as well."

"No.  Leave them on.  I kind of like them."

"Do you like schoolgirls then?"

Jim had to admit that he did.  He loved their uniforms, and the last thing he wanted Kelly to do was take it off. 

Kelly wriggled about a bit more on the table.

"I'm going to have to go in a minute."

"Why", said Jim?  "You haven't been here long." 

"No, Silly.  I mean GO", said Kelly.

"What do you mean?"

"You know.  GO.  For a pee!!  I'm going to wet my panties if I wait much longer.  It must be that glass of water."

Jim wanted desperately to watch Kelly wet her panties.  He had seen it in magazines and films, and he had even watched girls doing it through binoculars, but he had never seen it done right in front of him.  He wondered just how he was going to drop it into the conversation though. 

He didn't need to.  Kelly could sense from the look on his face that just talking about wetting her panties was getting him going.

"That's making you horny, isn't it?  You'd like to see me wet my knickers, wouldn't you? “Kelly could just imagine how much she was going to be able to extract from Jim later on for all this!  How much was he going to be prepared to pay to keep her quiet?  She had a mental picture of herself sitting on the floor surrounded with £5 notes.

Jim admitted that, yes, he would rather like to see Kelly wet her panties.  He was ashamed of what he was doing with this young girl, and sort of just whispered it to her.

Kelly found this absolutely intriguing.  Just why did he want to see her wet her knickers?  She hadn’t met anyone like this before, and she found it very odd.  She told Jim to say it properly, not just whisper it, or she wouldn’t do it.  Jim was now really embarrassed, and just hung his head in shame.

"Say it properly or I won't do it".

Jim looked at her, sadly, ashamed at his behaviour to this pretty young schoolgirl.

"I want you to wet your panties.  Please do it for me."

"Beg me, then", said Kelly.

"Please, please, please, Kelly, will you let me see you wet yourself?"

This was starting to make him feel very horny, just saying the words, and he could feel his cock stiffen again.  This was, after all, the only chance he was ever going to get to talk really dirty to a young schoolgirl still in her school uniform, and he decided he'd better make the most of it.

"Kelly, I want you to wet your knickers.  I want you to let the piss spurt out of that tight little cunt, and stain your little white panties yellow.  Then I want to lick your panties, and suck the wet patch, whilst you pee some more."

Kelly was taken aback by this change.  No more the hesitant old man, now he seemed very much in control of himself.

"You are a sexy little girl, and I am so pleased that you came into my house.  I haven't given you your Christmas gift yet this year.  I was going to give you £5, but would you like to earn a bit more?"

Jim was worried that this delightful creature was going to get frightened by his dirty talk, and just run away.  She seemed pretty relaxed about it, but she might just be a little prick teaser who would get scared and run off.  He didn’t want that to happen - oh no!

"I have a proposal to make to you.  You've earned your £5 by delivering my papers so reliably over the last year, but I could pay you quite a lot more than that if you were specially nice to me."

"How do you mean, nice?"

"Well, you'd have to, sort of, be my girlfriend, and we would do the things that boys and girls do when their parents are out."

"Like kissing, and that?"

Kelly knew full well what he really wanted, but she couldn’t resist teasing him.  She was also starting to rethink the blackmail plan.  Perhaps she could make just as much this way, without any of the risks.  She wondered how much she could get him to pay.

"Well, er, um, a bit more than that, actually."

He'd gone all shy and hesitant again.  But why, he thought.  He was the one with all the money, and this was just some silly little schoolgirl looking for a bit of extra pocket money.  He'd show her who was in charge.

"Kelly, oh sweet sexy little Kelly, I want to stick my big fat cock up your tight little cunt and spurt hot spunk into you.  I want to sniff your little panties after you’ve peed into them.  I want to lick your tight little bumhole.  I want to suck your pussy.  I want you to suck my penis until I come all over your pretty little face.  I want you to swallow my sticky seed.  I want you to squat over me and piss all over my face, then I want you to slowly sit on my face in your wee stained knickers and let me suck your little cunt through them.  I want you to hold your pussy open for me while I piss inside you.  I want to masturbate over your panties whilst you're still wearing them, so the cum runs down your panties and into your vagina.  Then I want to lick the cum out of your pussy."

"You want quite a lot then, really", said Kelly.  She was a bit shocked by this sudden outburst from Jim, and hadn’t realised the depths of his lusting for her.  She knew that he fancied her, but didn’t know how far he wanted to go.  Very plainly, he wanted to go as far as he possibly could, and she found this at the same time frightening and exciting.

"That's going to cost an awful lot of money.  If I'm to do all those wicked things you'll have to make it worth my while.  My Mum and Dad would kill me if they found out."

"How much do you want then?"

Kelly thought for a bit.  She wanted to get as much as she could from this man, but she didn’t really know just how much he would be prepared to pay.  If she asked for too much he'd just tell her to clear off, but she didn’t want to ask for too little.  It was very difficult to guess how much he would pay.  This was quite a nice house, there was a nice big TV, and it looked as if Mr Marsham had enough money to be able to afford quite a lot.

Kelly got off the table and sat on the settee.  Jim sat on the chair opposite, anxiously waiting for an answer.  She figured that her best bet was to get him so worked up that he couldn’t refuse her.  This was a pretty accurate guess.

"Well", she said, allowing her grey skirt to ride up her lovely long legs, "That's a very difficult question".

One of the buttons on her blue school blouse had come undone, and Jim could see her little white bra inside.  He imagined her breasts nestling inside and wanted to put his head between them.  Perhaps soon he would be able to.  He'd pay anything she asked.  He had to.  This was a chance he would never get again to his dying day. 

Kelly allowed her legs to part a little so Jim could see up her skirt.  He didn’t miss the opportunity, and stared at her white cotton knickers.  He could see little wisps of her pubic hair just peeping round Kelly's panties, and longed to see underneath.  She knew the effect this was having on him and slowly pulled up her skirt.  With her skirt around her waist and her legs getting wider apart, Kelly started gently rubbing the crotch of her panties, whilst Jim sat mesmerised. 

"Do you like it when I do this?"

"You know I do, but please, I need to know how much you want.  I can't afford very much you know.  I'm only a pensioner, and I don’t have much money."

"I'm thinking", said Kelly, continuing to rub herself provocatively.

"God", thought Jim, "Christ knows what would happen if anyone came in here now.  Me sitting here with a young schoolgirl opposite me, still in her uniform and her legs wide apart, stroking her pussy."

Kelly slipped her hands inside her panties, and put her right hand middle finger inside her vagina.  She pushed it in and out, and it made little slurpy noises.  Then she pulled her finger out and offered it to Jim.  He sniffed it sensuously, savouring the musky smell of girly cunt juice.  He could see the little beads of moisture on Kelly's finger, where it had been inside her cunt, and he sucked it for all he was worth.  It tasted heavenly.  He wanted so much to put his hot tongue inside her little cunt and taste some more of her love juices.

She pulled up her blouse, exposing her dainty but plain bra.  Lifting up her bra, she exposed her small but perfectly formed milky white breasts for Jim to gaze at.  They jutted out of her slender young body like baby hillocks, pert, proud and erect.  He was stunned.  So used to seeing the larger breasts of the women in his vast porn collection, Jim could not believe how beautiful were these fine young titties.

Kelly offered him her left nipple, stiff and hard, and he sucked it like a baby.

"You can do all this", she said.  "One evening a week, and I'll only charge you £100 a week".

Jim didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.  What he had on offer here was an evening of the most perfect sex every week, the most unbelievable sex with a girl barely old enough to know what sex was.  He could teach her a thing or two!  But £100 a week?  How could he possibly afford that on his income?  He did have some savings, but he didn’t want to dip into those unless it was really necessary.  But wait a minute, if this wasn’t necessary, just what was?  He dithered, confused.

"But I can't afford that.  I'm only a pensioner.  How about £50?  That’s a lot of money.  Think of all the sweets you could buy with £50 a week"

"£100", said Kelly.  I'm worth all of that, and a lot more.  You'd have to pay nearly that for some old tart in Soho!"

"I wouldn’t.  You can get a girl in King's Cross for a few pounds, and they’ll do anything", said Jim.  "£50 is more than enough".

"Take it or leave it.  If you don’t think I'm worth £100 a session, don’t bother then."

Kelly pulled her bra back on, pulled down her blouse, and stood up ready to go, smoothing her little skirt down as she did so.

"OK, OK, OK, then", said Jim. "I can't afford that much, but if I sell some of my old furniture I might be able to get enough together for a few weeks.  But if I'm going to pay you £100 a week, I want to know exactly what I'm getting for it."

"I'll come round to your house one evening a week after school, between 4.30 and 5.30, and you can do whatever you want."

"Absolutely whatever I want?"

Kelly thought hard.  He hadn’t been very happy about the £100, and she was afraid he might change his mind.  She wanted that money very badly, and it was a lot less risky than blackmail.  Come to think of it, if she wanted to blackmail him, she still could.  She could deny ever asking him for money and just say that he had raped her.  Anyway, what could this poor old bloke do to her?  He probably couldn't even get it up!

"OK then.  Anything you want, but I get the money first."

So it was agreed.  Kelly was to come round to see him every Friday after school.  She would tell her parents that she was visiting her friend Stacey.  Jim was very keen that she should wear her school uniform, but that was no problem at all - though she still couldn’t see what he saw in it.

Kelly said she had to go home now, and although Jim begged her to stay a bit longer, she said he had had more than enough free samples, and that was that.  She would see him again on Friday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i admiddiatley spread her legs and began licking her wet pussy.it tasted so sweat in my mouth.i heard her moan and i couldnt resist any longer.i said listen iris your gona be my bitch now.she looked scared but noded obiediantly.i said good now suck my cock.she tried to resist but i shoved it in her mouth.she swallowed my dick an slurpd and sucked it.i moaned yes bitch suck it you dirty latin whore.

i said now lay down and spread your slutty pussy.she did an i plunged my dick into her virgin pussy.her scream of pain mixed with pleasure.i didnt care i fucked away.moments later i was screaming yes you fucking whore take it bitch.she said yes carlos i want it hard.fuck me im you bitch.her pussy walls wrapped around my dick and we soon both came.we layed next to each other and i gently stroked her hair.she fell asleep and i caressed her body and soon fell asleep next

He whispered in her ear and unzipped his pants. She gasped as his 10” cock sprung out. She fell to her knees and started sucking, bobbing her head up and down. He forced her head closer and she gagged. Gasping he shot his load into her mouth. She looked up as she swallowed, cum dripping from the sides of her mouth and down her neck onto her C cup breasts. Her tongue worked along his still-hard shaft, licking up the excess cum and making him harder still.

She breathed heavily, her breasts moving up and down, squeezed tightly into the tiny dress. He brought her to her feet and pulled down the dress. Her naked breasts exposed, he grabbed her nipples and twisted them, making her groan in pleasure. Bending down, she felt him begin to lick and nibble her breasts and she tried to stop herself from panting and moaning. He kissed his way down to her pussy, his hands running up and down her smooth, tanned thighs.

Her pussy was completely hairless and dripping wet, just the way he liked it. He grabbed her arse tightly and panted into her ear, ‘I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, you stupid little whore’.

He pulled her legs apart and thrust upwards. She screamed and his massive cock pushed into her tight, teenage pussy. He bottomed out and she began to pant and moan. He thrust into her with such force she felt her tiny pussy stretch. She could feel every delicious bump on his engorged cock pushing into her. He pulled out so only the very tip of his cock was still inside her, and then shoved it back in; hard. In and out, he drove her wild with pleasure. ‘Oh yes baby, fuck me, fuck me hard!’ ‘How do you want it, how hard do you want it, you stupid whore?’ ‘I want it deep, and hard, harder baby!’.

“What’s wrong? Do you not feel well?” she asks. I moan a little, before replying with a quiet no. My mom looks at me and places her hand on my forehead as to check my temperature. Luckily for me its near summer, it’s a hot night and the radiator is on. She sighs and admits that I have a high temperature and tells me to stay in bed in the morning. I roll back over triumphant, and smile to myself as she leaves the room.

Next morning, my mom comes in and wakes me up. “How are you feeling? Any better?” I just moan and so she replies, “Ok then just stay in bed. However iv got to go out today for lunch and round to my friends to help her sort out her new home. Are you ok alone?” Once again I just moaned and she left the room.

How lucky was I! Not only had I managed to get a day off school, but I was now going to be alone at home with my cleaner. It was 10 o clock by the time my mum had left, and I heard the door on her way out. Denise always arrived at 11, and so I had an hour to kill. Just the thought of her being here was amazing, and so I got turned on and decided to watch some porn. I quickly got involved in the porn that I lost track of time. The hour flew past and before I knew it the door opened downstairs. Denise had arrived.

“Hello is anybody home?” Denise shouted as she climbed the stairs to look around. I got out of bed and left my room to greet her. There she was at the top of the stairs. In all honesty she wasn’t the greatest looking. She was a middle-aged woman a few years younger than my mom, with a petite build and slim figure. A good point was that she had rather large breasts for her size. Being 38 made her over twice as old as me, as I was only 16. This turned me on massively, as I wanted to experience the sex of an older woman.

“Oh hi darling,” she said as she saw me. (She always called me darling which made me smile.) “Hiya Denise how are you?” I replied. Having answered my question and asked what needed cleaning Denise set off to start work. She started upstairs at the other end of the house so I went back into my room and watched the porn more discretely. My cock was growing larger as the porn got more intense, and all I could do was imagine me and Denise together having sex like in the film.

As I was watching two women pleasuring each other I heard Denise walk by outside my room into the bathroom next door. She started to clean in there but was going to and fro from the airing cupboard to get cleaning stuff. As I was so turned on my head took control of my actions. I could feel myself losing a battle to contain my feelings. With a sudden rush of blood I got up and opened the door, without Denise realising. Having done this my adrenaline died down and I backed out of the doorway and got back onto my bed. I had gone shy all of a sudden as I lay there staring out of my now open door.

Within minutes, having seen Denise return to the airing cupboard, my rush of blood came back. I thought to myself what would Denise do if she caught me masturbating. The thought of her walking by seeing me pleasuring my own cock sent shivers down my spine. I rocked my head back and started to really work at my cock. I lost my inhibitions and got carried away. I looked up and saw Denise walk past the door. I didn’t know whether she had seen what I was doing. I didn’t want to get up and go see whether she had seen, and so I continued where I had stopped.

5 minutes passed and I heard movement again. As I watched the doorway I saw Denise walk past, much slower this time. I caught her eye slightly and quickly turned away. She had definitely seen this time, but she didn’t react. Except she had turned round and re-entered the bathroom. I felt disheartened. Her lack of reaction made me feel as if she didn’t want anything to do with me ever again. I felt so bad about what I had done that I turned over and laid facing the other way. With all different thoughts going through my mind I was too busy to catch on to what happened next……..

I was lying facing the wall, pondering my actions when suddenly I felt something. I assumed our small dog had jumped on the bed so I didn’t turn round, but it was more than my dog. Again I felt something, this time on my leg. A hand? I turned over in shock and stared into the eyes of Denise. She looked at me with an expressionless face, before saying, “I saw what you were doing before.”

On hearing this, my cheeks went bright red. She just looked at me and smiled. I didn’t reply and so she spoke again. “Did you mean for me to catch you?” she asked softly. I didn’t know what to say, I was in total shock. “ I think you meant for me to see what you were doing.” She stated.

Now my heart was racing, here I was in the situation that I had dreamt of, but I didn’t know what to do. I muttered quietly, “Well not really, I didn’t think you would see me.”

Again Denise smiled, moving her hand up my leg. “I am amazed that you were doing that. I actually enjoyed it.”

A huge sigh of relief came out of my mouth and Denise laughed. “I knew you want me to see you, you cheeky little begger!” I still didn’t respond and so Denise looked at me before asking what it was that I was masturbating to. When I told her the truth she looked stunned. I now thought it was all over for my dream.

We sat there looking at each other for a minute or so, I said sorry to her but no response. All that happened was that her grip on my leg got stronger. I felt it start moving up my leg more. Was this to be it?

“Just don’t tell anyone ok?” Denise asked politely. I replied quickly “Tell anyone what?” but before I knew it Denise’s hand was on my cock, gripping it through my tracksuit bottoms. She pushed me back, started squeezing and kissed me passionately.

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an athletic build to match my almost always hard 7", 15 year old cock. Oh and my 

name is Jon.

Georgia

So as I said recently I have been getting girls like there is no tomorrow. The 

first girl I'm going to talk about is Georgia. Georgia is a senior who is in one 

of my classes. Georgia is about 5'7' and has great boobs and a pretty nice ass. 

And along with her stellar attributes she is drop dead gorgeous. 

At first I thought I had no chance with her, but god damn was I wrong. It all 

started one day coming back from break.

I had stayed home and hadn't gone anywhere other than my friends house as usual. 

But Georgia went to the Bahamas and by the looks of it she probably tanned the 

whole time. When she got back I still had no idea that she was interested in me. 

But I was partially suspicious when I caught her staring at me when she 

should've been staring at her boyfriend.

"Hey, Georgia," I said while she started to sit down next to me in class

"Oh hey Jon," she replied as she did a head to toe check on me.

"Jesus, you need to get some sun more often you look like a sheet of paper!"

"What!"

"I mean hot damn, I got a better tan than you. And I stayed here."

"Shut up Jon." 

"Haha, I'm just playing you look really good.."

"Thanks you do to. Wow I've never noticed this but you have gorgeous eyes."

"The next thing you know her leg is going to be creeping up your leg-" the guy 

that sits next to me said before getting cut off by Georgia.

"Only in your dreams Jon, only in your dreams"

"Nah. I'm thinking that's what's going on in your dreams." 

Then I got up and walked over to the door to go take a piss. As I was walking 

down the hallway I started thinking about what just happened.

'could she really like me' I thought 'I mean she is staring at me all the time 

and showers me with compliments every single day...'

By this time I was already in the bathroom and I was starting to get a boner so 

I started to stop thinking about Georgia. 

By the time I got back to class I realized that my boner was now pretty damn 

hard, but I thought nothing of it, and went back to sit down.

"Oh oh. It looks like I'm lost in a dream."

Georgia then put her hand on my pants directly on top of my raging boner.

To be continued...

Marcine

The second girl I want to talk about is Marcine. Marcine is my most recent ex - 

girlfriends best friend. Her best friend was going out with me when this 

happened which is why she broke up with me.

The day that this happened was a day I would certainly never forget. Marcine is 

5' 5" so she was quite a bit shorter than me yet I loved this. Marcine was also 

kind of slutty, but it was ok because she had a nice set of 36B tits and a huge 

ass that was almost always well shown by the solo's she always wore. 

"Hey, Jon" Marcine said as I joined the video chat. And to my surprise she was 

just in a towel.

"Well hi. Looks like you need to get dressed. I'll leave you alone for a couple 

of minutes." I responded

"No, it's ok Jon I want you to stay."

"Marcine your my girlfriends best friend I really can't be doing this." As I 

said this Marcine took of her towel and reveled her marvelous body from the 

belly button up. "You know what. I think I might be able to stay I mean whatever 

she doesn't know won't hurt her right?"

"Now you have the idea Jon."

And with this Marcine stood up and started to walk over to her dresser which was 

conveniently located right behind her laptop. As she was walking to her dresser I 

had a full view of her ass, and I pretty much got an instant boner. And with 

this I pulled out my cock and started openly masturbating. To my surprise 

instead of grabbing some of her clothes she grabbed a vibrator that was probably 

like 6 inches. This turned me on even more. However, after she grabbed her dildo 

she turned around letting me catch a view of her clean shaved pussy.

To be continued...

Sam

Sam was one of my favorite fucks and unlike most people my favorite fuck so far 

was my first one. Although it might just be because I was with Sam.  

Sam is about 5' 8" and has beautiful blonde hair that goes about to her nice 

perky 28B boobs. Along with this stunning body she has a beautiful ass which 

makes me feel blessed when I get to catch a look at it.

It all started one day on the bus when we were just messing around. Now Sam and 

I had been friends for about 4 or 5 years but nothing had really happened, 

mainly because she was dumb ugly up until freshmen year. And of course she was 

pretty much my neighbor which allowed me to hang out with her twice a day on the 

bus pretty much all the time.

"Stooop Jon. Give it back." Sam said after I had taken her phone.

"You can have it if you can get it." I yelled as I  put it behind my back and 

then moved it around trying to keep it away from her. 

"I will get it all right" Sam said

"Oh yea well how are you going to do that?"

By the time that got out of my mouth it was two late. Sam tackled me and was 

wrestling me to try and get her phone back. During the process I had 

accidentally grabbed one of her ass checks  trying to stay up, but thankfully 

she didn't notice. Sam finally grabbed my arm and got the phone right as we got 

to her bus stop.

"I told you I'd get my phone." Sam said mocking me.

She then went to grab her bag and get off the bus, and to my delight she dropped 

something out of her bag. This caused her to bend over and grab the thing she 

dropped, which gave me a full view of her gorgeous ass.

"The only thing your going to get is an ass gobbling," (scooping someone's 

butthole with you fingers. For those of you who don't know.) Not waiting for a 

response I scooped her butthole and got a reaction that I didn't expect.

Right after I gobbled Sam she just kinda paused for a couple of seconds and I 

thought for sure that she was going to smack me. But damn was I glad I did that. 

When I gobbled her I got a nice feel and her butt felt so good that I probably 

could've jacked off right there. Then like nothing happened she sat down.

"Sam," my bus driver yelled "are you going to get off the bus?"

"No, I'm going to get off at Jon's house." She replied

'Ohh shit' I thought to myself 'this could either be really good our really bad. 

Fuck my life I hope its good.'

To be continued...

Sophia

Me and Sophia have been friends for a while and until that day we had been 

nothing more than that. Sophia has dirty blonde hair that's pretty long. Just 

like pretty much all the girls I've been with she has tiny perky boobs which are 

by far my favorite, and a pretty nice ass. 

"Joooonnn!" Sophia yelled as I ran down the hallway.

"Sooophhhiiiaaaa" I responded. "Why are you stealing my stuff?"

"Are you kidding me your the one that stole my flip flop."

"Ugghhh fine. You can have it back."

"Thank you now follow me I need to talk to you."

Not giving me anytime to respond she grabbed my hand and started dragging me 

towards the empty side of the school. After a couple minutes we were still 

walking there and the bell rung.

"Soopphhiiiaaa! I need to go I'm going to miss spanish."

"Trust me Jon you should stay here. Its well worth it."

"Nice we gonn smoke some pot."

"No that's not exactly what I had in mind. Maybe next weekend at ma 

house."

"Alright alright."

When she let go of my hand I dramatically dropped to the ground and started 

pretending that she hurt me. Sophia sat down on the opposite side of the hallway 

completely ignoring me. So I decided to quit playing around and I sat down next 

to her as close as I could possibly get.

"Jeez Jon could we be any closer?" Sophia said

"You betcha." I responded as I somewhat picked her up and placed her on top of my 

lap. "You were saying"

"Hahaha Jon I love you. Your so funny, and I pretty much always end up happy 

after I hang out with you."

Because sophia loved my massages I then started massaging the small of her back 

moving up and down her back getting as low as her pants line up to the back of 

her neck.

 As I was finishing up I started to massage her neck which seemed extra tense, 

and to my surprise she grabbed hold of both of my hands. 

"Jooonnn" she moaned "I love your hands, rubbing up and down my body"

"Why thank you." I said as she rubbed her thighs with my hands getting 

dangerously closer to her vagina every time.

"They are so soft and you are amazing at giving massages. Ooohhh. That spot felt 

good."

Currently she had me massaging her inner thighs and I'm pretty sure if she kept 

going any longer I would've gotten rock hard. But it didn't really matter 

considering in the next 20 seconds I was almost fully hard.

"I have a spot that you'll love to massage Jon."

And with that she had me full on grab her gorgeous tits.

To be continued...

Anyway, my parents were huge neurotics. You'd think a caterer and a security manager would be a bit more loose, but hell no! They worried about things they shouldn't've, and I suffered in social standing because of this. They were the types that censored what I read and watched, so I was sheltered for quite a while. (Hell, they had trouble with me seeing PG-13 movies!) As I said, I suffered. I didn't have posters of my favorite hunks and actresses, like normal girls, I didn't have a phone in my room; I wasn't allowed anything my parents were quick to label "disturbing to my youth and morals". Yeah right. Fortunately, like most girls, I had my dirty little secrets well hidden, among them a Playgirl mag and some lingerie I bought after my birthday.

School was a month in, when we got the letter. My Aunt Sheila (who was older then my mom, who was getting gray hairs already) was getting married ("at last," my mom said) and the wedding was in two weeks. Normally this wouldn't be so bad, but where my aunt lived was back in Texas. Almost immediately, I was not going.

Not that I wanted too. I didn't know most of our family well anyway, but I was insulted that I wasn't even being considered to go. ("You have your school work to maintain" was my dad's line, "you'd most likely be bored anyway" was my mom's, but, personally, I think she didn't want Aunt Sheila's eccentricity to rub off me) So it was decided, without me, that they would hire a babysitter. HELLO?! I'm fucking fifteen and they don't trust me in my own home!? But they blocked out my protests and spent the rest of week packing for Texas and trying to find a sitter. I, at least, had the satisfaction of hearing a few people laugh at them for asking (they side stepped local people for "profession" agencies, who I found out don't sit for kids over 11!)

At the last day, when they were actually considering taking me with them, my mom triumphantly got off the phone with a winner. Seems their old friend's daughter was back from college on an early fall break and "she'd be so happy to sit for our little Chris (me)". Joy. At least I knew the girl. Rachel had graduated two years ago, but the last time I had even seen her was when I was ten, at some stupid company picnic. She was not exactly what one could call a "looker". She had geek written on her in permanent marker; not so much skinny as out-right lankly, sun frizzled wire hair, dark skin almost like bark, no chest what so ever to speak of, and those weird half dollar glasses that parents seem to find like a metal detector.

Sunday came, and my parents left for the airport. I was told Rachel would be here at one o'clock, so I had until then to myself. (Which I think freaked my parents to leave me alone for so long, but their flight was early and they had no choice) As soon as they were out the door, and sufficient time had passed as they wouldn't be coming back, I was upstairs changing into my two piece bikini and ready to sacrifice myself to the golden sun. After some time outside (with no tan lines) I went inside to change back into some shorts and a tank top. I raided the fridge and waited for that last, crucial, hour. Finally the damn knock came, and I answered the door.

At first I wondered if the person had a wrong address, or was trying to sell something.

"Chrissy!" was all I heard before I enveloped in a hug by this 6 foot nothing beauty.

"Rachel? Is that...what...You look-" hell I was lost. Rachel had always been taller then me (one of those age difference things) but now she had six inches on me. And that was the least of the changes. Her skin now had a smooth complexion and was this lovely oaken brown. The gangly, chopstick thin girl I knew was somehow now built like a starting body builder, had breasts each the size of half a melon, and hair that reached her shoulders in a wave of black curls.

"Yeah, it's me girl," she said as she did a full turn around so I could see it all. "Late bloomer and all! College was great for me!"

And how! She was wearing skin hugging jeans, a stomach showing shirt, and a small jacket. She still wore glasses, but they were now these stylish upside down triangle things. Shit, you watch those stupid Cinderella stories on TV, but you never really see them in real life! Damn this girl was hot!

Wait a minute. What did I just say? No, no, she is not hot. Yes, she looks good, but I will not think of her in that way. I like guys...don't I?

Well, if I did, she was good reason to sway to the other side. I helped her inside, showed her to her room (my parents'), the kitchen, and all that. Over microwave dinners she told me stories of college; frat parties, classes, assholes, and (to my shock) the sorority she had joined. She was just amazing, with all these exciting stories, that we stayed up all that first night just giggling like we were at some slumber party.

Suddenly I wasn't anxious for my parents to come back next Wednesday. Between school hours, Rachel was a one-person party. We went out to eat, caught a movie, and just got to know each other again. I never thought I'd be having this much (hell, any) fun with this girl. What I didn't know was my fun was about to escalate.

Come Friday there was a concert downtown. A local band, good enough to have been played on the radio, had been booked for one of the few teen clubs in town. Rachel, while I was at school, had scored tickets and a ride for. Once I got home, we spent a good two hours in preparation.

With not a real selection of what could be called "club" clothes, I had to mix and match was I had in my drawers to look good. Remember, my parents were tight-asses to anything cool, so I was limited. I ended up with white, khaki material pants that hung loose on my legs then flared at my ankles; a tight black shirt that after I walked for a moment showed my navel, and a white unbuttoned dress shirt I stole from my dad's closet. Using just a touch of that colored gel, I highlighted my hair in some white streaked spikes. Making sure I looked good in the mirror (including a kissy face at myself for luck) I went to check on Rachel.

Rachel...damn, the girl knew how to dress. With more color then I had to work with, she had chosen wisely. A light green tank top that, I swear to god, literally just hung off the edges of her boobs, an orange short-sleeved unbuttoned overshirt, and dark forest green pants that hugged her tight ass. The pants were slid far down on her hips, any further and they'd fall off, with what I saw to be a lime green thong climbing up above the pants. Without thinking, I starting to imagine what those pants hid from me.

No, no, NO! I am not gay! She...she just looks good!

We rode with her friend Jessica to the club, danced to the garage band-pop-grunge music (which really wasn't that bad) on stage, and had fun. I felt a little out of sorts in the club, since most people were more around Rachel's age, but she stood up for me, saying I was just short for my age. At times I just sat back and admired how she moved to the beat, the way her hair spun into her face, the lack of any jiggle in her butt, the bounce of her breasts...

...wait a minute.

When it came time to leave (when the club finally closed) we discovered Jessica had taken off already with some guy she had meet during the dancing. So we were left without transportation back to my house, which was a few miles away.

We could've walked (hey, neither of us was out of shape) but with how dark it was, and the way the sky was looking, Rachel suggested we find a ride. (Truth be told, I didn't want to walk home either) Scrounging what money we had left between us, we took a late bus home. It started raining on the ride and was an outright downpour when we finally got to a stop close to home. Turned out that stop was still about five minutes away, and as soon as we stepped of the bus we were drenched.

Rachel seemed to love it. All the houses were dark all around us, both of us were soaking wet, and all she could do was throw up her arms and spin and laugh. I was treated to this gorgeous view her breasts, her shirt so completely wet it stuck to her like a second skin. I could see everything, including nipples that stuck out like...burr, I got shivers just watching her. Shaking my head to clear it, I laughed, gave her a little push, and soon we were racing home in a half-serious run. We noticed a lack of lights, but didn't care too much.

We got inside and the lights were out. I tried flipping the switch a few times, but when I saw our microwave in the kitchen was out, I knew the power was gone and I just gave up. A flash outside lit the house, and we could see how wet we really were. Our hair, once well kept and stylish, was now plastered to our head, my white gel totally gone. Our clothes were almost worse; everything stuck to us like velcro (I think I ruined my dad's shirt) and don't even get me started on our shoes.

"Guess we got a bit drizzled on, eh?" Rachel giggled. Her giggle was cute, but drowned when the thunder came. We both screamed, then laughed at ourselves for being such scariedy cats.

"Let's get the bathroom, and out of these clothes," I offered, pulling my shirt to show how well stuck it was.

"Right, right," she said, and led the way. We missed the door the first time, but got in after a quick backtrack. My parents, neuroticity coming in handy for once, had bought a few of those touch lights and put one in the bathroom. With that we could at least see what we were doing. Rachel wasn't at all shy about stripping down, pulling her shirt off as soon as we were in.

I couldn't believe it! She hadn't worn a bra all night! Her chest was right there in front of me, the nipples just pointing at me, and I had to contain the urge lick my lips. She then worked on her pants, which gave a bit more trouble. They refused to pull down easy, so while I was taking my own shirt and sports bra off, I had this view of her wiggling her tight ass right in my face. God, I wanted to be those pants, and what I wanted to do to that as-

NO!! STOP THINKING LIKE THAT!!

I quickly finished pulling off my pants and we threw our wet clothes into the bathtub to be forgotten. Neither of us had taken our panties off, so I was treated to yet another wonderful sight. The bikini-like thong was pulled into a high V hanging off her hips, pulling the material a bit taunt. They too were wet, and stuck so bad to her smooth skin I could easy see the contours of her lips even in the bad lighting. With no shadows, I realized she shaved down there. Without thinking, I ran a finger against my own smooth crotch. Startled, I forced my eyes away and turned the caress into a move to pick up my socks.

"See ya," I said, making for the door.

"G'night," she said as she walked to my parents room, three doors down.

I got into my room and shut the door, then leaned against it as I tried to control what I was thinking. My mind was racing with thoughts, few decent, and I was scared. My breathing was suddenly husky and deep. I couldn't understand why I was thinking this way, I was sure I liked guys like this. I also couldn't understand why I was suddenly thinking of my soccer teammates when we're in the locker room, or why I remembered accidentally seeing Kristen's, our center, bush when she bent over.

I couldn't think straight, so I forced myself to change for bed. I pulled the last article of clothing from my body and for some reason decided to pull my shoebox out from under my bed. This was wh????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????"Hmm?" she looked down, a bit woozy from the romantic air. "What dear?""What are we? Are we, like, girlfriends now, do we ca????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????g at something far ahead. I was a little afraid of what she going to say, but I trusted her. How could I not after all this?over my hardening nipples. Looking down I could see them stick through the thin material, small dark circles just barely being seen through. I tweaked them quickly before sliding the thong up my legs. A little like Rachel's, the straps came up high and if I wasn't careful, the small crouch bottom would be sucked right in my pussy.

The rain outside hadn't let up a bit, and was now peppered with lightning and thunder, which was getting louder and louder. It was just a bit creepy, but almost nice. I had always liked the rain. I watched the water run down my window before I got into bed (once in, I did have to pull the thong out of my pussy) and just pulled the first sheet over me. For all the rain, the night was damn hot. I hate humidity.

I was almost asleep when I head an "eep" behind me at the next thunder boom. My eyes were fuzzy from that almost-sleep state, but I could tell Rachel was in my room.

"Huh? R-R-*yawn* Rachel? What are you doing?" I managed to get out, not even really bothering to turn over to see what she wanted.

"Um," she said, at least being kind and whispering too, "I...I kinda hate lightning. It scares me." At that, I almost did turn over to look to her, but I didn't. "Can I sleep with you?"

I was silent. After a whole week of these strange thoughts almost ruining my time with her, she wanted to get into the same bed.

"Um...sure, sure," I chuckled, trying to sound like a tease, but my voice was catching. "Just don't snore." That made her laugh a bit, and slid under as I moved over. Together, we laid like next to each other for near five minutes without moving. Slowly I started to adjust, and again closed my eyes. That's when I felt her hand.

It had draped itself over my side, her palm resting on my abs. Okay, I thought, she tosses a bit in her sleep. I was okay with this, until her hand pulled me closer to her. "Mmm, that's nice," I heard her mumble. I was like some kind of teddy bear to this girl! Rachel pulled me all the way against her, her breasts pushing into my back. It took a minute, but I realized I could feel skin. Two hard pokes. She wasn't wearing anything!! This was only confirmed when her leg moved over mine and I felt too-smooth skin and pouty lips on my back thigh. Okay, now I was freaking out a little. My heart was running pace laps, I wasn't moving, I couldn't do anything. Before I knew it, though, I was starting to relax in her arms. I even shocked myself by snuggling up against her. Her nipples were digging into my back, and I loved the feeling.

Then her hand cupped my breast. Shifting my head just a little, I whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Taking a chance girl," she whispered back, her breath breezing down my neck. She almost sounded scared. "I...I'm sorry. But you just, just look so nice, and the way I feel..." her voice died away as her other hand came around and cupped my other boob. They moved away, and I felt my bra moving with it. The fox had unhooked my bra without my realizing it! She tossed the material away and replaced her hands right were they were. I shivered quickly, enjoying her cool hands more then I should've.

"I..," her voice came again, "I like you. And if you'll let me...I can show you how much." She almost sounded like she would cry, but it was also seductive. I was so scared, my heart had moving on to beating like a hummingbird, but at the same time I knew this felt right. More right then when I was with Nick, more right then when I tried to unzip his pants. This was real.

Slowly, I moved my hands up onto hers. I heard her take a small breath, then start to take her hands away. Before she could get away, I pulled her hands back, harder, onto my small breasts, silently moaning at how good they felt there. She paused, then started to rub. I pressed my back into her chest, and she complied by rubbing just a bit harder. My nipples were hardening; I could feel it under her palms. She did too, I guess, because with her nails she slowly ran them up and over the tips. I shuddered.

"If...you want me to stop," I heard her whisper, her voice beginning to lose that scared edge and becoming more husky, "just say so. I won't force this." I nodded, my eyes closed, and just enjoyed what she was doing. Her hands started to knead my boobs. I couldn't stand not doing anything any longer, and grabbed around behind me wildly. My hands found her ass, and I just clamped on. She jumped a bit, rubbing her pussy up my leg, but kept at her administrations.

I played with her butt, massaging it, kneading it like dough, and was rewarded now and then with a stifled moan. She got more adventurous, when while one hand cupped and flicked at a nipple, her other hand started to roam down. Rachel traced my stomach, circling my navel, driving me absolutely nuts. Her fingers walked down my lower stomach, and came to my neither regions. In a flash, I grabbed her hand.

"What?" She sounded worried.

"It's just...I've..." How do I tell this beautiful girl that I've never even masturbated before, let alone let anyone else touch me down there. Whenever Nick had tried it, I claimed I had cramps. This far along, I don't think it'd work that well with her. Slowly, hand shaking just a little, I spread my hand over hers and pressed down against the small, thin underwear. Her hand was a little cold, but it felt great. "I've never...gotten this far...and.."

"You're scared," she finished. She chuckled, but it was low and a bit sexy. "I was too, my first time. But Angel was nice and slow...so just let me do the same." Rachel's fingers began their wandering again, tracing light lines all across my inner thighs, alongside my lips, tickling the edge of my ass hole. The thong stopped her from direct contact in some places, but that made it feel even better. She never went straight for the heat source, instead she drove me up the wall with her foreplay.

"God..." my voice was low, getting more sultry. "Stop teasing me..." She giggled and took my hand. With her's on top, she guided my fingers to my juice hole. I shook a bit, but let her keep working her magic. Rachel ran my own finger the length of my cunt, making every hair on my body shiver with the electricity. She then pushed my own finger under the silken material and into the moist hole.

My whole body seemed to melt, I had never felt anything like this. I never knew it was so warm, and my vaginal walls automatically tightened around my finger. Rachel seemed to know what to do, thankfully, and pulled my hand up a bit then pushed back down. After a few more times, I got the rhythm, and she let me go on. I loved this feeling, this new energy. After letting me go off on my own for a few minutes, she slowed my hand and pulled it out. I almost felt ready to collapse, this was wearing me out too soon. Her hand on my wrist, Rachel guided my hand up around to her mouth. Her tongue licked the side of my middle finger, the one I had been using. She kissed the tip, and continued to lick all around the digit. To end it, she sucked the whole finger into her mouth, let it go, and kissed the end.

I loved this girl.

After this little event, I decided I wanted to take a risk. Being Rachel had several inches on me, her head was above mine. Stretching my arm up, I slide my hand and fingers through her hair. On impulse, she looked down. When she did, I stretched my head up and locked lips. It was like a new burst of energy. Her lips were a bit salty, but soft and moist. I loved the feeling I got from her. I had kissed my boyfriend Nick a few times, but his lips were always chapped and cracked and hard, and he kissed very rough. My jaw sometimes hurt afterwards. But with Rachel...

She seemed a bit surprised I was the one who had taken that step, and her eyes were wide for just a moment, before she was leaning into it; enjoying the my taste I guess. I felt something along my lips and opened them just a bit. Her tongue darted in. I was surprised that time, but instead of pulling away I quickly pushed into it. Our tongues went against each other, I sucked her's into my mouth, she did the same, and we went on like that for some time. While we made out, her hand started moving again down by my pussy. She was done with foreplay for the moment, and her fingers went straight in, pulling the thong aside. I moaned loud, and the feeling between it and our lips made us even hotter and more excited. Rachel paused when she felt my clit, and pinched it just a little. I groaned and moved my hips into her hand. She inserted a finger and started to thrust it in and out, slowly picking up speed. Her finger was going in faster, more fast then mine had gotten to. She slipped in another, stretching my walls a bit but not stopping. I won't have let her anyway.

I wanted this to last. But then I felt her finger tips touch something I knew was going to be there. We broke the kiss, while she ran her fingers along the barrier inside me. Rachel seemed to look down at me, trying to figure out what to do. For a moment, a scary long moment, I thought she was going to stop.

"I think I need more play time," Rachel purred, and got up to a kneeling position. I thought I had to as well, but she pushed me back to the bed when I tried. "No, no, little kitten," she leaned down near my ear. "You stay right here." She stood, allowing me a quick, darken look at her body, before she walked out of the room. I didn't argue, my body was still catching up to what was happening and leaving my mind in the dust. I closed my eyes, remembering all the feelings she was having on me. There was a thump beside the bed and Rachel was back, standing from the floor.

"Wha-" she placed a finger over my lips.

"You'll see later," she smiled, and leaned in for another kiss. After all that, no way was I letting her go that easily. I pulled her down, our kiss breaking for only a second for her to emit an "eep" of surprise, before she fell on me and our kiss continued. Now with more room to move, we hungrily went at each other, I held her head to mine with one hand while the other pressed our hips together. Unconsciously, we started a grinding motion against our crouches, and this only heightened everything else we were doing. With a breath, Rachel pulled herself off of me, taking in heavy breaths, straddling my body between her. During our kissing match, my head was pushed up closer to the headboard of my bed. Rachel had her legs on either side of me, and looking down I could see some slick moisture inside her legs. Her hair was a bit wild, her bangs falling in front of her face to cover one eye, and her lips were wet from a mixture of our saliva. God, she looked so damn hot.

With a wink from the eye I could see, she leaned over me and licked my ear. I moaned a bit, but she didn't stay there. She started to slowly kiss her way down my neck, over my shoulders. She took her time around my breasts, licking the shallow indent between the small mounds. But when she got to the nipples, she just attacked them! She sucked my whole right breast into her mouth! I gasped, held her head closer to the boob, breathing harder with every suck and lick.

"Good lord, Chris," she managed to say between her licking, "Your nipples are so fucking long! I love it!" I ran a hand up to the other breast and felt for myself. Geez, the end was more then half an inch up! It seemed to have thickened during the short time too. I was starting to lose myself, but I pinched my nipple regardless. I almost passed out, between Rachel and my own hand. Around this time I was starting to feel something build down near my stomach, but nothing I felt now was going to stop this. I had come too far for this.

While Rachel occupied herself with my boobs, I felt up her back. Muscle quivered under my touch, and I couldn't help but run my nailed fingers up and down her spine. She stopped her sucking (not to my liking) and shuddered, and seemed to have had enough of my breasts. She kissed each, giving the left nipple a little bite, and then continued her road trip down my stomach. I think she felt my stomach sink at the touch of her tongue, because she gave a long, slow lick down and up my belly button. From there she licked her way to my thighs, making little suction noises just inside them.

By now, I was going nuts; I wanted her and I wanted her bad. I wanted to clamp my legs over her head, but I knew that she was taking her time for me, and because of that love I held back. She didn't disappoint either. She quickly made her way down my legs but didn't go past the knee. She made her way back up and flicked her tongue just under the edge of the thong.

"Let's remove this obstacle," I barely heard her say. My panties by this time were soaked, lust juice making most of my inner thighs slick and the material dark and transparent. Her fingers came up and slowly hooked the material. She slid my panties down, off my legs and threw them to the other side of the room. My bare skin and pussy lips where open to her, all for her. She smiled at me, this sexy little secret smile, and from my navel kissed her way back down. This time she didn't ver away and I felt her lips at the top of my pussy. I was shaking with need, but she seemed oblivious. Like with her finger, she traced the length with her tongue, making me groan, "Go, baby, go for it." She giggled, and kissed the middle of my mound. That was it, I was tired of waiting. I trust my hips up, catching her off guard and her mouth open. I felt her tongue enter the slit and I fell back to the bed with this intense pleasure, more powerful then when her fingers had gone in.

She seemed ready for this. She dove into my pussy like it was the eternal fountain, soon lapping at my spurting juices. I felt that strange pressure just above her administrations, and again couldn't figure out what I felt. She nibbled at my clit, pulling just with her teeth, making me jump every time. But it was soon lost to her tongue, which I swear was six inches long itself. Rachel stretched it as far she could, the swished it around inside. I was close to bucking, but was careful to not hurt Rachel. She was licking faster and faster, my breaths turning to gasps.

"Fuck Rachel, keep going," I was near shouting, "Eat me, suck my pussy!" I was loving this! Then I felt something new. "Oh! OH! Rachel, I...I...ooOOOOOHHHHHHhhhh!!!" I just suddenly felt this huge release, and that pressure was just gone. I felt this tidal wave of pleasure just shoot through me, my pussy suddenly spurting with my cum juice. Rachel kept her head there, letting me cover her face and boobs. She also kept licking, sucking like a vacuum until I couldn't move anymore. I just laid on the bed, trying to get my breath back, staring down at Rachel with just love in my eyes.

"Did you like that?" she asked in a shy, vixen-like voice. Her face was running with white globs, my cum a mask on her lower face. She smiled, licking her tongue all around her mouth, sucking up anything that was within reach.

"What do you think?" I retorted, waving my hand for her to come closer. She obliged, moving up to my mouth. I got a good taste of myself in that kiss; almost no real taste at all, but then there was this strange sweetness at the same time. I kissed her, then started to peck-kiss all around her eyes, mouth, nose, everywhere I had left a mess. Between my cleanup, Rachel kept kissing me, sucking what in my mouth back into her's. The sucking reminded me of a prize I had yet to take.

I slide down under Rachel while she supported herself on all fours. I kissed my way all down her collarbone then came face to face with her breasts. I felt a shiver run through me, I wanted these two orbs so bad. No sag to them whatsoever, they were firm and round, giving me something to hope for when I caught up with her. Her nipples were harden and large, more thick to my long. I ran my nose down and around, from the top of the right one to the nipple, and gave it a small bite. Rachel above me moaned, moving her chest down closer to me. I was happy to continue, and sucked the small nub into my mouth. I tried to take in as much of the breast as I could, but it was too big. I just kept sucking at much as I could into my mouth, then letting it go, making loud popping noises every time. My tongue came out to play, flicking back and forth on the nipple like a boxer.

Now I couldn't not have my hands empty, so I reached under and cupped her boobs while I continued to suck at them. Damn, neither could fit into my hand! I squeezed with lust, getting more and louder groans from Rachel. I went back and forth between the two wonders, even burying my face in the large valley between them. Rachel seemed to be enjoying all this, because with one hand she kept pressing my head into her, talking soft dirty things to me between groans.

Now came my real test. I shrugged my way down the bed until I was looking up at her pussy. Her thighs were caked with her juice, and I could see a hint of her clit sticking out. I licked my lips, getting ready to dive into my new world of sexuality. I came up and kissed the top of her mound, enjoying the feel of the smooth, baby skin. The smell of her pussy was starting make me dizzy; it was sweet like my own, but had a touch of something I couldn't identify. Whatever it was, I wanted more. I ran my tongue just inside the slit, edging it further and further in. My hands came up and grabbed her ass, pulling it closer to my mouth. I was soon lapping at the free flowing cum, ignoring everything else. Rachel, I think, had grabbed the headboard of the bed for better support and was now moaning very loud. She started to thrust in time to my tongue, moving faster????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????elax in her arms. I even shocked myself by snuggling up against her. Her nipples were digging into my back, and I loved the fe????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????girl," she whispered back, her breath breezing down my neck. She almost sounded scared. "I...I'm sorry. But you just, just look loved the taste of her, but didn't know how I was going to drink it all, there was so much, and just let it overflow out of my mouth. I kept my tongue inside her, moving it around while she was overtaken by lust, and she came again, almost as much as the first time and only adding to the cream I was covered in.

I moved up and let her fall to the bed, her breathing uneven and deep. Her eyes were closed, but she had a wonderful smile that told me everything I needed to know. I leaned over and kissed her, not one of our previous "I want your body now" kisses, but more gentle. During that moment, I pressed and rubbed my lilth body all over hers, spreading her cum juice all over her body. That lasted a minute before it broke and even after we didn't say anything.

"Thank you," I mouthed to her, silently giggling at what I must look like.

She chuckled herself and said, "There's one last thing I can do for you." This peeked my curiosity, after that session what more could she do to me? Reaching over the side of the bed, she pulled up what she had gotten before this had all started. I must've looked shocked, because she laughed. In her hand was this 2ft, pussy red dildo! The thing had a cock shaped head at both ends (I only knew what a cock looked like from my sex-Ed class), and had to be close to two inches thick! How the hell did she think I was going to take all that?! With a shaking hand, I gripped the shaft. It almost felt warm! I ran my hand up and down the thing, more and more indecent thoughts rushing into my head. I felt an odd metal part at the middle, and guessed you could unscrew the giant rod to be used as two separate parts (adding even more dirty thoughts to the collection).

"This," I heard her say, while I was still enthralled with the dildo, "was a birthday present. I haven't used it yet." She got close to my ear. "Would you please help me break it in?" I giggled at how she was talking to me, like we were testing a new brand of perfume or something. I nodded, giving her a quick kiss on the nose. She motioned for me to remain laying down, while she got up and stood near the foot of the bed. With the prosthetic dick in her hand, she moved one head at the edge of my pussy, a little juice trickling out as she pushed against the lips.

"This may feel strange," she said, "and it will hurt for a moment, but just trust me, okay?"

"With my life, love," I replied, emitting a smile on her face. She went back to her act, twisting the dildo head around to make sure it would go in just right. I giggled; I couldn't help it, the head was tickling my lips. She smiled again, and slowly, her grip on the shaft firm, pushed the rod into me. I jumped. For as warm as I had felt, the damn thing was like ice! Not to mention the size of the thing was stretching me tight! I tensed, groaning as I got used to the cold and size. I almost said something to Rachel, but when I started to open my mouth, she just thrust the thing in a little further, making me jump again. I got used to it, and even started to enjoy the feeling of the large, cold cock in my hot vagina, moaning to the rhythm she had picked up.

I felt the cock head come back to my barrier. I realized Rachel hadn't broken it during any of her administrations! I was still technically a virgin. She felt it too, and looked into my eyes, wanting me to tell her it was all right. I was a bit stunned; losing my virginity hadn't been on my mind, losing it to a girl had never come up, but right now I felt better losing it to Rachel then I would have to Nick. Shaking myself back to reality, I nodded, and steeled myself for what I thought I going to feel. Rachel, thankfully, knew how to do this right. She didn't just back up and ram forward, like I knew most guys at school would have just done; instead she quickened her thrusting speed, never breaking down the wall and just increasing my lust. I was relaxed, and moaning to her thrusts, when I felt it break through. I didn't scream, didn't cry. I did freeze, gasping as the pain, feeling my cherry be popped by this gorgeous woman I had been making love to all night. The feeling lasted a short second, because Rachel didn't stop and let me feel the agony. She kept speed, actually helping kill the pain with the pleasure that was drowning it out.

Then she stopped. I was just starting to really get into the whole act, now with more room to take it in, when she slowed and took her hand away. She left the dildo still in my cunt, and I could feel its thickness as my pussy tightened around it. I watched her get back on the bed, but instead of coming up near me, she bent over and picked up the other end of the dildo. Feeling it slide and move, I felt obligated to moved with it, as Rachel placed the other end at her own pussy hole. With a wink, she sat down and took the whole fucking length right into herself! She gasped at the size (even she was surprised by it) but didn't get off, she just winced as she twisted and turned until she had her half all the way inside. I giggled, now understanding what she was up too. She sighed, getting used to the length of the red rod, and pressed her open pussy against mine. Let me tell you, that brought a whole new set of feelings to my crotch, all of them wonderful! I was struggling a little bit, with a foot of two-inch plastic inside me that I almost felt in my stomach, but I pressed back against her hips.

After what we both had gone through already, neither of us was going to last long. She was quickly moaning and gasping and I was about ready to scream. Feeling the slight movements of the dildo, as well has having my vagina lips grind against Rachel's, I was ready to pass out from the lust I felt. Our legs were scissored together, and we pulled our bodies hard against one another, making this climax reach above all others. Then Rachel pulled a surprise; slowing her grinding to a minimum, she bent over and moved her fingers between our two pussies. I wondered what she was doing, when I felt her twist the metal part between the two halves. The damn dildo vibrated! It must have had several settings, because I could hear several clicks coming from my crotch. She had turned the damn thing on high! I couldn't take this anymore, I began grinding and shaking like I was going to die, the trio of sensations I was getting was too much of an overload.

"Rachel!" I squealed, "Rachel! You bitch, I love this!" I couldn't believe what I had just said, but I had meant it. "Rach-oh. Oh! Oh, Rachel, I'm g-going to c-"

"Hold it!" she commanded, her own voice none too in control. "H-hold it for as l-l-llaaaaaaahhh...l-long as you can!" We were both bucking like horses, trying to hold our climaxes in, but failing from the sensations we were feeling. I felt a small squirt of cum escape and I couldn't hold it any longer. In a half moan, half groan, half scream of wild ecstasy, I let loose my gates. This climax was my highest yet (considering it was only my third or so) and I was amazed I still had so much cum still inside me. Rachel, feeling my juices overflow onto her pussy, screamed herself and let it all go. I felt her flood cover my crotch area, and I felt so exhausted from it all I couldn't move. But with the dildo still on hummingbird mode, my relaxing only triggered a second intense orgasm.

My body couldn't handle it anymore. I struggled to sit up, and wearily moved to turn off the damn shaft. My fingers moving around my lips made me moan, my pussy walls and lips were so damn sensitive after all that had happened. I fought to get the metal to turn, it was all slick from the mix of our cum, but I finally managed to turn it off. I just fell back, lying there, I was so worn out. Rachel was breathing deeply, but seemed content in a sex kitten kind of way. Neither of us bothered to take the dildo out, we just left in our pussies.

Finally, Rachel was the first to move. It was a strange position to climb out of, but she back away from me, pulling the dildo out slightly but it was still in me when she managed to stand. Bending down, she proceeded to pull the dildo from my mound, giving the slit a final lick, like a lollypop, before just dropping the hard plastic on the floor and curling up beside me on the bed. My sheets were a mess, I'd probably end up cleaning a bit of the floor, and we both needed a bath, but at the moment, I didn't give a fuck. I used some of my waning strength to give Rachel a kiss, more passionate then anything previous. We stayed like that, just holding each other. Slowly, we both fell asleep.

 

Morning came, and we both were a mess. The cum had dried and was flaking as we moved. If Rachel's face was any indication to how I looked, I'm glad I wasn't near a mirror.

"Guess we should clean up," she said, giving my ass a little squeeze. I jumped away, laughing, and we both headed for the shower. Lord, what happened in there is whole other story, one I'm keeping to myself...for now.

The rest of the time passed on to fast. After Friday night, I moved into my parent's bed with Rachel, where we proved (continuously) that it was not just a one-night fling. I was the happiest I'd ever been, and dreaded Thursday afternoon when my parents would be home, and Rachel will have gone home. Monday night, we actually went on real date; not that anyone around us knew that, but for us alone. We went to a nice restaurant at a five-star hotel, one where we had to dress fancy with full glitter, and stayed for a formal dance in the ballroom. We used the excuse that our dates where in the bathroom or getting drinks when anyone asked why we girls were dancing together. I danced as close to her as I could, and neither of us, I think, was happy when the last number was played and we went home.

Wednesday. The last night we could spend together as lovers. Around the house we had been very open with each other, and that evening found us both on the couch, cuddling together, Rachel against the back cushion, me laying against her chest. Dressed just in jeans, neither of us wore tops, our breasts open to the cooling air. I held her hand while she stroked my arm, just listening to a soft rock CD one of us had put in.

"Um, Rach?" I dared to break the moment. "What does this mean?"

"Hmm?" she looked down, a bit woozy from the romantic air. "What dear?"

"What are we? Are we, like, girlfriends now, do we call each other on the phone, what? I...I'm still new to all this, and just want to know what will happen."

She was silent, looking at something far ahead. I was a little afraid of what she going to say, but I trusted her. How could I not after all this?

"Well," she started, "it's like this. I love you." She gave my hand a squeeze of reassurance. "Don't ever think that I don't. But," I knew that was coming, "I...I kinda already have girlfriend back at school. And you know the college I go to is back in California. Honestly, I don't think either of us having a long distance thing would work right.

"Don't think this is you, I've had to think of all this when I decided to go to you." She chuckled, a small tear running down her soft cheek. "I know you kept sneaking looks at me all week. You think I wore bikinis and tank tops just because you were lucky? I felt it from our first hug that you liked me." She laughed, "A lot more then when we were kids. And I knew I was taking a huge chance, but I had to. I didn't want to leave you and not know if we could've had something. But I also didn't want to ruin things for me and Diana." With her free arm, she hugged me just under my boobs. "I know I'm rambling a bit, but I know we can't keep this up. My parents would wonder why I suddenly decided to change schools, and I just can't do that to Diana. I'm sorry." She was really scared, tears coming down more freely.

I didn't know what to say. I loved this woman, but at the same time I knew I couldn't keep her. It was kind like finding a puppy for a week, making friends with it and just deciding on a name, when the owner comes to pick it up, calling it's name. I felt scared, that this would be my only moment happy with a woman, but I reached up and wiped her tears away.

"Rachel...I won't hold you here." I leaned up to kiss her lightly; not our usual lust/love filled ones, but one of comfort. "Diana...is a lucky girl to have you. And I'm lucky that you showed me this side of love." I mustered a laugh, something to break this depression. "Now I know I don't have to go down on Nick to be happy!" She managed a small laugh, but she was truly worried for me.

"You know," she said, "you'll have others. In this town, you'll find more then one willing to try things differently. And I won't be the one who stopped you from finding out that there's more then one pair of breasts that have love for you." She kissed the top of my head, and I heard her say very softly, "Thank you." I wasn't sure I was supposed to have heard that-I wasn't sure I wanted to-but we both agreed it wouldn't be right to stay together.

Well...permanently together; we made sure our last night in the same bed would either break the damn thing, or else leave our screams of passion buried into the woodwork. I called in sick to school, faking whatever was going around at the time, and helped Rachel clean the house. Anything that resembled our love was scrubbed, the beds were all changed of sheets (we even flipped the mattresses to be careful) and said sheets were washed before noon. Around 12:30, there was knock at the door. I answered, and was greeted by this long hair, emerald eyed Asian woman.

"Um, yeah, is this where Rachel is?" she asked, sounding unsure but still displaying full confidence. I knew this was Diana, and gave her a look over. Still taller then me, she had a somewhat angular face, a small nose with a silver stud, and sunglasses covering her eyes. Her breasts, while smaller then Rachel's, were very firm and had no jiggle at all when she moved. Her legs were fair, too hard to judge through jeans, but her upper body was toned; washboard stomach, and well muscled arms. Just looking at her, I knew she was good for Rachel

"Yeah, she's getting her stuff," I said, opening to allow her in.

Diana shook her head, motioning back to a nice looking car. She looked over her sunglasses, showing me these nice almond eyes in the most striking green I'd ever seen, and smiled. "She sat for you?"

"Um, yeah."

She chuckled. "You're too old for that," she said, as she looked me up and down, "but not for some other things." I knew I could get to like this girl. I smiled and said I'd go get Rachel. She nodded and went back and opened the trunk. Going to my parent's room, Rachel was zipping her duffel and looked over.

"So here I go," she said as she hoisted the bag over her shoulder. "What can I say, really?" I just shook my head and pulled her down into our final kiss. I put everything I felt for her into it, hoping on some level she'd feel it. That lasted a long, perfect moment, before we heard Diana knock on the door downstairs, seeing if we were still there.

"That's your cue," I said. She nodded, and we walked down. Diana's eye lit up the moment she saw Rachel, and hurried just a little too fast to help with the bag. She gave Rachel a hug, and quick peek on the cheek; I knew we wouldn't risk another kiss, and just walked Rachel the five feet to the door.

"You know, when you graduate, think about California. You might be surprised," she commented as she walked to the car beside Diana. I nodded, we said our good byes, and she made to go. The door was almost closed when I heard Diana ask, "Did you get to use my present?"

I turned around quickly.

"Hey, Rachel?"

She looked back at me, a questioning look on her face.

"I was just...how did you...you know...last week..." I was tongue-tied, I couldn't put into words my question. Maybe just being outside the house and on the open street made me more self conscious of my new choices in life.

She looked at me like I had gone nuts, then brightened when she got was I was getting at, and then just let out this loud, hearty laugh at the funniest joke she'd ever heard.

"I get it, I get it," she assured me, and got into the car and rolled the window down. Just as the motor started, and before Diana tore down the suburban street, I clearly heard-

"What do you think my sorority initiation was?"

***

Ack! I can't believe I just wrote all that! I swear, I should just go back and delete that whole last part, she'd kill me if she ever found out. Well, it's done; I know it's a tad long, but I remembered that time really well (so well I started a sex journal to add to my box of things-my-parents-will-never-see) Comment on it, and if I get enough good ones I'll consider posting more of my encounters!

"Hello?" She asked.

"Hey, Al, it's Craig. Um, about last night.. I'm really sorry, you know? I know you were drunk and -"

Allyson stopped him. "Don't worry about it, I've wanted to do it for a long time. It wasn't a drunk thing."

Craig was quiet. "Well in that case, would you like to go out with me sometime? I know of a party going on in Ames- a whole bunch of college people but lots and lots of alcohol."

"I'd love to," she said.

That Friday night, Allyson drove over to Craigs, where she parked her car and joined him in his. Awkwardly, he kissed her on the cheek, then shifted and backed out of the drive. For most of the trip, he was silent, thinking about what to do now that he had her and she was sober.

They arrived at the party, and people greeted him, congratulating him on "gettin a hott one". He smiled and kept his hand on Allyson's side, keeping her close. Together they walked over and got beers, then sat on an empty couch.

As the night progressed, they didn't get very drunk but instead caught a couple bowls being passed around. Not getting very high, either, and assuming it was ditchweed, they finally called it quits and headed home. It was only two, and Allyson didn't have to go home, so they went to Craig's.

When they pulled up to his small house, the light in his roommate's room was on, his music turned on. They walked past his door, hearing a girl's laughter.

"At least we won't have to worry about him," Craig whispered, guiding her to his part of the house. They grabbed fresh beers from his fridge, then sat on his bed.

They nursed their beers, unsure of what to do after they were gone. Craig had lost his drunken abandon from the night before, and Allyson wasn't used to taking charge. Finally, as they set their beers down simultaneously, Ally moved closer and put her hand on his cheek. Turning him towards her, she slowly kissed him and leaned back, pulling him on top of her.

His knee settled between her legs, teasing her as his kiss deepened. When they came up for air, she whimpered and tried to make him move. Craig only laughed, then helped her out of her clothes. When she was finally naked, her perfect body laying before him, he groaned and stripped off his own clothes.

"How did I get so lucky?" He asked as he pulled off his shirt. Allyson only laughed, helping him unbutton his pants. When together they were nude, they suddenly didn't know what to do.

Craig still lay on top of her, his dick hard and lying on her stomach. Slowly she sat up, turned around, and knelt on all fours before him. Allyson pointed her ass at him, then wiggled it against his cock.

Finally Craig's abandon returned, and he grabbed her hips, positioning them where he wanted them. Rubbing his dick up and down her slit, he grinned at the moans that escaped her. When he found her entrance, he slowly pushed forward, slipping in just a little bit. Allyson tried to push back, but his strong arms kept her from moving. Craig sat there, with just the tip of his dick in her, then suddenly pulled her towards him, sinking in and causing her to yelp. Roughly he pushed her away, then brought her back, brutally fucking her. Allyson moaned louder, her orgasm building steadily.

Just as it hit her, Craig pulled out of her completely, then placed his dick at her asshole. When she felt that, she tried to tell him no, she'd never done that, but he silenced her and slowly entered her, letting her get used to it, the pain subsiding and replaced by a strange new pleasure. As soon as she pushed back, Craig started to slowly move back and forth, still close to his own orgasm. Allyson's virgin ass pushed him over the edge quickly, its tightness engulfing his shaft. With a moan he poured his seed into her, leaning over her back and kissing her shoulder blades. Waiting until he softened, Craig pulled out slowly and rolled over onto his pillow. Laying on his back, he stretched out his arm and let Allyson slither in against him. He held her, listen to her whimper as the last of her orgasm went through her.

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But when Tiana did it to me, my initial thought was, “Is…that it?”

 

I didn’t even come. Hell, I barely was able to come when she finished me off by “giving me hand” as she called it. Also, she had this rockin’ body but never showed it to me. Whenever I managed to reach under her shirt was synchronized with the turning off of her bedside lamp. I felt her tits but never saw them. As a grand finale, the one time I went down on her, she didn’t even budge. For a second I thought she had died. Tiana wasn’t enjoying me, but I was young and didn’t understand these things.

 

How was I going to enter the adulthood I yearned for if my girlfriend was completely unreceptive? Sex didn’t have to be my ticket, I thought; it could just be love. Something. Anything to make me stop feeling like a child. And what I saw when I got to Tiana’s front door didn’t help a god damned bit.

 

Ian Rodney. Son of a bitch. He had Tiana’s head between his raised legs, clamping her ears between his thighs while she blew him; Ian looked ecstatic. She was giving him the head of a lifetime! Funny how I realized this before I realized the bigger picture: TIANA WAS GETTING FUCKED IN THE MOUTH BY ANOTHER GUY!!

 

…

 

…

 

Maybe I can get money back for this necklace I got her.

 

And my mom likes fresh bouquets on the mantle; I can just take off the tag.

 

The last four months bent and contorted to form one huge question mark in my mind as I reeled back home to the middle-income part of town, on foot. What the hell was Tiana doing with me if her behavior towards me was how it always was? Never was there a blissful moment, I recollected, and then never did a blissful relationship turn drastically into what we had: what we had was what we always had. And it’s not like I was one of the “popular” kids at school, so it wasn’t status. Obviously she didn’t enjoy sexual acts with me and wasn’t willing to give up her fucking whore-pussy, so what the fuck was she doing with me?

 

A horrid thought spat on my brain: was she with me out of pity?

 

Oh fucking Christ, that’s painful.

 

Morosely I entered my house and began my descent into lethargy and sadness by fulfilling my plan and ripping off the tag on the flowers, sticking them spitefully in a vase and putting them on the mantle. I’d explain it to Mom. She’d understand. The necklace I stuck in my backpack, and then checked my wallet and found the receipt, and inserted it into the same pocket as the jewelry box. I felt tired. I wanted a shower and to do nothing on this horrible Friday afternoon and night.

 

Stripping down on my way upstairs to the bathroom, confident that I was here alone, I was in my boxers by the time I reached the shower doors. The shower was hot and good, and when I was done I went into my room and donned my pajama pants with a bunch of different street signs on them and a T-shirt sporting the popular “I (heart) NY.” When I came downstairs again, I was surprised to see my mom home early, and my best friend Julie sitting on the couch, and they were talking about the school’s soccer team or something.

 

“I tried out, but I sucked, so I didn’t even look at the roster when it was posted.” Julie had apparently tried out for the team. Why didn’t I know that? She had looked more and more beautiful over the years as our friendship evolved from two rugrats spilling chocolate milk on the antique Chinese rugs to preteens racing bikes through our modest little subdivision. Now, as we were high school kids, our hormones at an all-time high, she was actually an appeasement to my sore eyes. When she turned to look at me with a sort of shy, confused look (quite the unnatural look for Julie to make to her best friend), suddenly all memory of the afternoon’s shortcomings was erased. Tiana disappeared, Ian Rodney disappeared, the couch, the house, and that big yellow piece of shit car. All of it was gone.

 

Julie…

 

Was I…feeling something for Julie? The girl I ate live frogs with when we were five in the creek behind her house? (God that was gross, but how can we resist a double-dare?)

 

“Aaron, honey,” my mom said, putting canned foods into the cupboard and folding the big paper sacks and sticking them under the sink. “I found Julie sitting outside when I got here. Didn’t you hear her knocking?”

 

“No, I was in the shower.” To Julie, I said, “Hi, Julie.”

 

Without a word, she gave a weak smile and a wave. What the hell is going on?

 

“Well, here’s some money. You and Julie order a pizza. I have to go to some stupid meeting, and I’ll be home in three or four hours.”

 

“Jesus, Mom. Where’s the meeting?”

 

“At the Hilton downtown. Big ritzy thing. President of the company’s coming down and he’s feeding us and making some grand spectacle of corporate stock or some bullshit.” My eloquent mother, at her conversational best. “Have fun!” she called from the foyer to the garage. “Use the change to rent a movie if you want!”

 

Don’t all stories you read wind up like this? The parent naively leaving a boy alone with a girl? Well, sorry, but this is still no exception. Julie and I had spent nights alone together without a single problem, so we were trusted. As the night would turn out, I bet my mom would have put us in plastic bubbles had she known. For now, though, I just went into the little kitchen we had and found the Domino’s Pizza coupon book and kept my mouth running while Julie just looked at me with this oddly disappointed expression.

 

“What kind of pizza do you want? Oh why should I ask? Canadian bacon and pineapple, and I bet you know what I’m going to get on my half. Sausage and pepperoni. Really, all we could do is call them up, give them our phone number and say, ‘I’d like the usual.’ They’ll probably even recognize my voice. How was school today? I didn’t know you tried out for the soccer team. I didn’t know you even liked soccer! Huh! Imagine that, that I wouldn’t know that about my best friend.”

 

“Your best what?” she said spitefully, and I nearly dropped the un-dialed phone on the counter. Julie was angry at me. Julie has never been angry at me.

 

“What?” was all I could say.

 

“Do you know exactly how long it’s been since we’ve even seen each other? Or have you been too busy to even notice?”

 

“I saw you yesterday.”

 

“In the cafeteria line, Aaron! You walked by and waved and didn’t even say hi! You were with What’s-Her-Name and all of her friends.” Growing a sarcastic bone, she said, “Don’t worry, though. I’m sure they’re much better than me.”

 

It was time to tell her the truth that I’d known all along. Poor girl. I hope she’ll take it well. “Julie, I’m sorry. I’ve just been blinded by Tiana all this time. She’s been distracting me for the past four months.” Sorrowfully, I added, “To the day.” A long silence went between us as Julie’s face transformed from fed-up anger to wondering pity. “Tiana and I ended today,” I continued. “Though she doesn’t know it. I went to her house to give her my four-month anniversary presents and she was…she was…” I’d never talked sex-things with Julie before. This felt so alien to say. “…She was going down on Ian Rodney.”

 

Julie’s fingers went to her lips and she sat stunned for a moment, and then got up in my silence and came to me, walking into a waiting embrace. Her face went into my right shoulder and her body began to shudder. She was crying.

 

“Julie, don’t cry. It’s okay. She didn’t cheat on you, did she?”

 

“She did.” …Um, what? “When a girl cheats on my best friend, she cheats on me too.” Oh, okay. “But that’s not the point. You deserve so much better than her. You don’t deserve to be hurt. I…I would never hurt you.”

 

Julie must have felt my head turn to look down at her, because she kept her arms around me and pulled her own head back to meet my gaze. “Julie,” I stammered.

 

“Why hasn’t it been me, Aaron? Maddie Humphrey, Ivy Davis, Keri Schulte, Tiana Roberts…all of them have done nothing but hurt you, so I ask you: why hasn’t it been me? You know me, you trust me, and you know that I love you. Why hasn’t it ever been me?” To hear her say such things made my heart hurt and made my gut churn with this warmth that I still have never understood as anything but pure affection.

 

“I never knew you felt this way,” I said. Her teary eyes scanned my face and fluttered shut as she fell into me, our lips meeting in a way I never thought they would. My lips felt hers, and they felt so full and passionate. Eerily, the slow realization that she has always loved me crept to my heart, and I accepted it gratefully.

 

We stood there kissing in the kitchen for a minute until she broke away and moved to the other side of the counter, sat down on a stool, and put her forehead on the stand of her arms. “You don’t want this.”

 

“I do.”

 

“Then why have you never acted on it?”

 

“Because you’ve always been my best friend. I didn’t realize until just now that I’ve loved you as much as you loved me. Trust me Julie:” and a I leaned over the counter and came face to face with her, “I want this.”

 

Washed with emotion, she leaned forward and met me in another passionate, more violent kiss, climbing over the counter, crawling across the sink hungrily, never breaking the bond between our lips. I caught her so she wouldn’t fall to the linoleum. She pulled me into her body and we crashed back into the counter in front of the sink and made out wonderfully. Her hands came to my face and held me, and my hands roamed her ribcage and waist, up and down, wrapping around to caress her cotton-clad back.

 

Triggering something, my hands brushed innocently over the clasp of her bra. Julie once again broke the kiss. “Do you want to take off my shirt?”

 

I honestly had never thought about it before. Those other girls she had mentioned in her cry for her to love me, Maddie, Ivy, Keri, they had all shown me their bodies, and it was quite natural and wonderful because they were merely objects of infatuation. Julie was different. I actually wasn’t sure if I wanted to see her naked body, but she looked eager, so I said, “If you want.”

 

Off came her T-shirt, and I stared at her bra, having never thought I would see her this way, save for going swimming at the lake. This was a bra, though, not a bikini. Completely different realm. And they were…they were beautiful. They weren’t huge, and they weren’t tiny. Perfectly in between. As if it was all one transition, I didn’t even bat an eye when suddenly the cups fell limp, revealing the nipples and the whole shebang. Nervously she looked up at me.

 

“What do you think, Aaron?” Another hand went to my face, lovingly.

 

“You’re gorgeous,” I said. “I mean, I’ve always thought you were cute, but you’re flat-out gorgeous, Julie. I’m the luckiest man in Dellenville.” She shut me up with another kiss, and I felt her hardening nipples through my T-shirt, which she then removed! “How far are you wanting to take this?” I asked.

 

Bashfully, she said, “Well I don’t know. I wouldn’t mind losing my virginity to you.”

 

“Me neither.”

 

Julie drew in a deep breath and nodded. “Okay.” Slowly now, less hungry for physical affection and more calculating and careful, she approached me again and beheld the waistband of my pajama pants. She made a joke about how there should be a street sign over the crotch making a dirty joke. With tentative fingers, she played with the waistband, not fully ready to remove my pants. I was about to say something when she sucker-punched me with one deft move of sliding my pants all the way down to my ankles and finding my surprised cock with her nose and closed mouth. One exasperated breath fell out of her mouth before she began to kiss me down there, slightly wetting the shaft up and down lovingly.

 

My dick wasn’t even inside her mouth, and already it was better than anything Tiana had ever given me. After a minute or two of nothing but that, she finally began to move her open mouth up and down, up and down, and I was in heaven.

 

“How many times have you done this, Julie?”

 

“Never.” No! It couldn’t be! “I’ve saved myself for you. That’s why I came over today, to ask you up front if I ever had a chance with you, or else I would have moved on.” She gave a coy smile, with my penis in her hand, kneeling before me. “I’m glad I have a chance.” And in her mouth I went again, over and over, until I was just about done, at which point she stopped. “No, not yet.”

 

Feeling dashing, I kicked off my pants and shocked her with my hidden strength; I picked her up carry-the-bride-over-the-threshold-style and took her all the way upstairs to my bedroom, where I playfully dropped her on my mattress and laid on top of her, kissing her and feeling her body. Laughing giddily between kisses, her innocence and pure glee cheered me up and turned me on. No better combination than that.

 

“How would you like me to go down on you?” I asked.

 

Now fully comfortable with what was happening, she rolled her eyes and shrugged, lying on her back. “Sure! Never had it before.” Donning a playful, seductive demeanor, she pulled her top half of her body up and looked at me sinfully. “Eat my pussy,” she said, and my expression must have said it all, because her golden laughter filled the room. “Oh this is fun! Ha-ha! I never thought this would happen!”

 

Chuckling one chuckle, I bent down and kissed her navel, and her laughter subsided and was replaced with short breaths. Looking up I saw her face swathed in pleasure, her eyes closed, her lips parted, her nervous hands flaring on her ribs under breasts. Her anticipation was making her wet, as I could feel with my finger. Just wait until my mouth is on you, I thought.

 

Since Tiana was the only one I’d done it to, I had no idea if I was good or not. Julie assured me. With every lap of tongue, every loving dig into her clitoris, the pounding of my first two fingers in and out her vagina, her body jumped and her breaths shot out rapidly. She was loving it as I was loving her. “That’s so wonderful,” she kept saying in a whisper pelted with gasps. “You’re really good.” Another giddy laugh. “Aaron, my best friend, fucking rocks at eating me out! This is priceless! I love it!”

 

I stopped and pulled myself over her. We were both naked, two sailboats in a sea of sheets, and our hesitant but loving eyes met and kept unblinking and constant at each other as I placed my penis at her open. Silently, I questioned her one last time before I entered, and equally as silent she approved. Best friends can do that.

 

Everything was so small down there, but I put my entire six-inch penis into her and didn’t feel a hymen. Girls break ‘em all the time on bicycle seats and stuff, I thought. No, Julie was definitely a virgin. It still was hurting her, but she pulled her legs up around and braced by rear end so I couldn’t retract.

 

“Keep it in me,” she moaned quietly. “I’ll get…I’ll get used to it. Go slow.”

 

“Oh trust me,” I said, knowing full well there was no condom over my penis, and I had no intention of impregnating her. This was going to be tedious. Awesome, but tedious. “I’ll go slow.” Slowly, we went in synchronization. Every tiny pulse I made she met with a flex of her beautifully shaped ass-cheeks. My god, was I thinking these things about my best friend? Was I having sex with my best friend? I stopped my other thoughts and dwelled on this one. No, I wasn’t having sex with her. I was making love with her.

 

For another three minutes, we did the same thing until she was comfortable, and I began to go faster. Julie spread her luscious legs wider and reached up and braced my shoulders. I thrust into her a good ten times before I came. I pulled out and let a stream of come streak across her abdomen like a comet across the Milky Way. Then she did something I would never forget: she reached down and scooped it up with two fingers and put it in her mouth and sucked her own digits like Popsicle sticks. She ate my come! How sexy!

 

I fell into her arms and lay there for a good half our until we got hungry. We ordered the pizza, and just watched a movie I owned, one we’d watched a million times. She spent the entire evening in my arms. My girl. My woman, actually, as I was her man. Julie and I were for each other, and I had reached adulthood. Not because I stuck my penis into a girl’s vagina, but because I stuck my soul into hers, and hers into mine. I reached adulthood by accepting a love that had always been there, and I treasured it forever.

 

THE END.