After Brian and I came downstairs, I could see the jealousy written all over Jason's face. I remember that feeling and it sucks. "So did you fuck Brian?" "Yeah. Twice in fact," I told him. Hey, if you're gonna fess up might as well do it big. "So is he your boyfriend now?" "No. He wants me to be but I told him I didn't want to have a relationship at the moment." "So you're still available then?' "Yeah, I guess you could say that," I giggled. "Hey look," he began," I have tickets to a New Year's Eve show...." and then he said it was a concert with a couple of alternative bands I don't care for. Shit. "Sorry Jason, but you know the music I play. I don't really like that stuff. I'm one of those people who probably should have been a kid in the 1970's or 1980's." "So will you ever go out with me or am I wasting my time?" Shit. "Time for a heart to heart talk, Jason," I thought.

I took him out to my car and had him get in the backseat with me and I laid in his lap. "Jason, sweety, I do like you. I think you're a good guy...." I started, but then lectured him about how he was approaching this all wrong and how his hurt tone was a total turnoff to women. I also emphasized that if I didn't  think he was worth the effort I wouldn't be telling him a lot of the stuff I had been thus far nor would I have let him hold me when he was in my music room earlier in the week. "Look Jason, I said, taking his hand and rubbing my cheek against it, "I'm more than willing to go on dates with you. But I also don't want to waste your money. If you want to do something low key and cheap like going to the zoo or a laser show or something I'm good with that. I'm just not a high maintenance girl. Those New Year's tickets probably cost you an arm and a leg and you should go with somebody who would actually enjoy the show, even if it is another guy," I advised.

"Alright," he begrudged. I got up and told him to kiss me. I held him tightly and kissed him back passionately. "So are we cool baby?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied, apparently mollified. "I'm glad," I said, kissing him again.

Before we got in the car to go home, Jason said he wanted to talk to me again. I dropped Dylan's party off and then got Justin and Jason. I took Justin home and then pulled over near my house to talk to Jason. "So what did you want to say?" I interrogated. "Well, you said that you were a low maintenance girl and everything. Does that mean you're not going to your school's prom?" "I think prom is a scam, Jason. So I'm going to avoid it. Why? What did you have in mind?" 'So what are you going to do?" he rejoindered. "I don't know. Probably just play guitar at home or something." "What if I asked you to go to my junior prom?" "I'd say no because they're a huge waste of time and money. The music is going to suck besides. If you want to take me out that night and do something fun then I would definitely go for it." "Really?" "Yeah, as long as you don't go off the deep end mentally or something before that." "Sweet!" "Listen Jason, don't put all your eggs in one basket. If you find another girl then I'll understand."

"Hey look, I don't know if you can swing it, but my parents are going to spend New Year's in Las Vegas and they'll be gone starting on the 28th. If you want to spend the night with me somewhere in there it will be nice having a man in the house while they're gone. What do you think?" "I'll ask my parents." "If you can't do it, we can just spend the day together and I can make dinner. I'm a really good cook." "Sweet!" "So get back to me and let me know." That buoyed his spirits and I took him home in a much happier mood.

So then the next morning, John rings me and invites me to his company's New Year's Eve party and, like last year, he wants me to be his date. Shit. I respectfully decline, saying that I have another offer. God, I hate the holidays. As impolitic as this is to say, sometimes friends are a pain in the ass. I've just never been very socially needy., so I don't understand people who feel that they have to have a shitload of folks around them all the time or they get depressed. I guess it's the herd instinct again. The more friends you have the more obligations. I decide I want to just spend the day hiding from everybody.

Sunday, the rain finally cleared up and I was able to take my dogs out to the park for the first time in three days. I stayed out with them for a couple of hours even with the cold just because the skies didn't look very promising and I didn't know when the next time they would have a chance to get some exercise would be. On the way back, I ran into Jason and invited him over. When we got there I had him come up to my bedroom. I stripped to my underwear and told him to do the same. He was pretty tentative at first because I don't think he was believing what he was hearing after, I  think, he got the message that I was trying to fend him off. Well, in a way I was, but he had that kind of little lost dog quality about him and I just couldn't resist. Fuck, I really am a chick now!

So I had him cuddle me and, to be honest, it was nice being in a man's arms again. Well, or a boy's in this case. Jason was still pretty immature, even at 16. I held his hands in mine while we talked mainly about how men and women relate to one another and he got a chance to vent his frustrations with dating high school girls. I rolled over and faced him and put my arms around his neck and kissed him. We started making out pretty hardcore and then I felt him trying to open my bra. I got up and showed him how to do it then had him practice it. I could have sworn I had shown him before how to do it, but maybe not. Once he was able to do it smoothly, I let him fondle my breasts and suck on my nipples. I unzipped his pants and undid his belt and the button to open his jeans. I reached into his boxers and stroked his cock, which made me wet. I was hot enough that I asked him to get naked for me. He had an okay body. It was just a touch doughy, but kinda cute and he had a nice ass, too.

He slid his hand into my panties and I felt it on my vulva. I reached my hand in there and showed him what I wanted rubbed and five minutes later, he made me cum and, after ten minutes, I was climaxing in multiples, my body quivering and my breathing a series of airy pants as he got me off one time after another. Then I felt his cock spasm and he shot a copius wad all over my hand, stomach and on to his abdomen. I brought my fingers to my lips and licked them off. "Mmmm...yummy!" I teased. That made him instantly hard again, which had to be a new world record for going from hard to flaccid to hard again.

He scooted to the edge of the bed, pulled my panties off and bent down between my legs and then I felt his tongue on my clit and pussy. I described to him how I like it and I soon was in the throes of another soul wrenching orgasm. "Don't stop baby," I implored and he kept at it and I was  caught in an orgasm traffic jam, my neural superhighway crammed with so much sensation time seemed to warp. He climbed on top of me and I guided his cock into my pussy. I told him to relax, empty his brain out and then just pump away. He  was seven inches and it felt heavenly with each excursion in and out of my love tunnel. I wrapped my legs around his back and he fucked me silly for god only knows how long before I heard him announce that he was going to detonate his payload. He let out a bunch of grunts while he spattered my insides with his spunk. I caught him as he collapsed on top of me. I kissed him and held him close, but he was hosed energywise. "Do you want to sleep sweety?" I cooed. "Yeah, if you don't mind," he begged. "As long as you hold me while you do it," I bargained. I turned on to my side and he wrapped his righthand around my breasts and dozed off.

When he rolled over in the course of his slumber, I got out of bed and went down to the kitchen and made us a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches. This excited the crap out of my dogs, who wanted their share, and they jumped back into bed with me and woke him up. Well, that surprise was a little more inelegantly done than I wanted, but oh well. Jason scarfed down the sandwich and we laid in bed watching tv for a while with me in his arms. "God Miwa, you're so pretty," he stated. "Thanks baby. You're a cutie yourself," I rejoindered. "I love you," he suddenly blurted. "Shit," I thought. But the truth was I was falling in love with him, too. "I love you, too, Jason. "So will you please be my girlfriend?' "God, Jason, that's so tempting. When I said I loved you I meant it. You're really a sweetheart of a guy. The problem is that there is so much stuff that accompanies a relationship I'm just not sure I want that right now. But I would like to see more of you if  that's okay," I offered. I was starting to get horny again because I was really starting to feel it emotionally for him. "That sounds sweet to me!" he brightened. "Jason, make love to me again!" I begged. He didn't reply, he just rolled on top of me and started kissing me passionately.

After a few minutes of that, I broke away and started sucking his cock. "Oooohhhh God Miwa, that is the best feeling in the world!" he posited, as my mouth glided both north and south on his newly hardened shaft. I licked all around his cockhead, sucking gently on it as well before deep throating it and engendering another load from his baby maker. I jumped on top of him and basically attacked him and he was hard again in very short order. I straddled him and placed the tip of his love gun at my heat chamber and dropped my hips and impaled myself on his fuck stick. I rocked my hips up and down while he felt my tits up, me leaning forward so that he could suck the nipples while I bucked my hips back and forth on the engorged flesh hammer. I felt the heat build inside me and then explode into a technicolor rainbow of sensation, my pussy a blast furnace as I panted off the heat from the orgasm. "I love you Jason!" I declared while my body bounced and rocked and rolled on top of him. He pushed me off and had me get on all fours and then he jammed his spear into me and drilled me into next week, resulting in me cumming like a freight train before he disposed of another packet of sperm in me.

"So how do you feel right now baby?" I inquired. "Sweet!" he exhalted. "You have such a cute body," I praised. "Thanks!" he smiled. I straddled him as he lay against the pillow and leaned over him and framed his face in my hands and kissed him oh so softly. "Come on sweety, let's get dressed and go for a walk," I proposed. He agreed with that and we strolled  around for a while while I held on to Jason's arm. He seemed to be in a really happy frame of mind. I wanted the walk because I thought that the cool air would kinda slap me upside the head since I was feeling too mellow and lovey dovey for my own good. But my attachment to Jason was only getting stronger. Shit.

"Hey sweety, can we go to your house?" I suggested. "Now?" he puzzled. "Yes. My parents are going to be home in a little while, if not sooner. Or if you know some other place we can be alone...." I hinted. "Unfortunately, my parents are home, too," he said. "Damn it! All I want right now is to just spend some private time with you," I advocated. "Want to just park somewhere and hang out?" "Okay," he agreed. We went back to my garage and got my car and we went to a large park. I parked at the far end of it. It was just about deserted because of the suspect weather. I went around to his side and straddled his lap, holding on to his shoulders. We started making out and then he put his hands up my sweater and unhooked my bra so he could feel me up. I tousled his hair while he did that. I flashed him a couple times, too, giggling when I did that.

We eventually migrated to the back seat, where he held me and continued to sporadically kiss me and feel me up. "So will I get to see you tomorrow?" I asked him. "If you want," he rather passively responded. "I want to sweety. My parents don't get home until after six, so we can spend at least a little time together. I don't want to nag you, though." "No, that would be great!" he bubbled. "Are you sure you don't want to be my girlfriend? You're acting kinda girlfriend-ish." "Yeah, I am, aren't I?" I echoed. "I just feel a lot of love for you right now," I admitted. "Do you want me to pick you up from school?" I asked. "If you want. What time do you leave your school?" About 2:30. It'll take me a little bit to get to your school, too. Or do you just want to come to my house yourself?" "Yeah, that might be the best way," he decided. "Okay, I'll be waiting . Don't stand me up, okay?" "Don't worry about that," he claimed.

Monday, he was at my door right at 3 p.m. and I answered the door dressed in a white blouse, a checkered skirt, white knee socks and tennis shoes looking for all the world like a Catholic high school student. We hugged and kissed and went upstairs. Now I was trying to keep in mind how I looked to him and thought I probably seemed rather cute. When we entered my bedroom, I turned to him and put my hands on his shoulders and we began kissing. I could feel myself subconsciously smiling, a sign that I had the love bug biting me full stop. Shit.

He tried to unbutton my blouse and I stopped him. I told him to sit on the edge of the bed and I started to do a lap dance for him. He had a big shit eating grin on his face as, after removing my blouse, I turned my back to him and pulled my skirt up while wiggling my panty covered tush right in front of him. I invited him to smack it, which he did. I put one leg up on the bed and rolled down the sock on it and did the same with the other one. I twirled around and around and undid my skirt and threw it in his face. I straddled him now clad in just a bra and panties and swung and undulated my hips and then leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and kept it on,  but flashed him a couple of times before I invited him to pull it off, shaking my breasts in front of him. I pulled his head down between my tits and rubbed his mouth into my sternum. I jumped on to the bed and straddled him and pulled his head into my panties. I held my groin there and proceeded to slowly push my panties down in front of hm. He yanked them off of me and I rubbed his face in my hairless pussy. He lapped at it and I felt his tongue striking my clit. I jumped off the bed, bent over and shook my bare ass encouraging him to slap it repeatedly, which earned me five hard ones on it.

I was beginning to get hot now and the slit between my legs was slick and warm. I turned around to face him, thrust my hips out, and inserted my middle and ring fingers into myself.  I extracted them and shoved them in his mouth. I pulled them out and then pushed my boobies together while bending over toward him. I crawled into his lap and had him suck on my right nipple and then kissed him. I pulled his shirt off and did the same with his pants and boxers. I took his hand and dragged him into the shower and lathered him up and then rubbed my body against his. I had him do the same to me. I got some pre-shave lotion and smeared it all over his pubic hair and then picked up a fresh razor i had put on the little shelf in the shower earlier. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm going to shave your pubic hair off so I won't get any hair in my mouth when I suck you," I revealed. "Plus it will make your cock look bigger," I insisted. I took my time and in a few minutes his dick looked yummier than ever. As the water cascaded over me, I drew his prick into my mouth and he was moaning right from that point, the smell of the soap providing a nice background note to what I had on my lips. His moans continued to resound around the hard tiled shower stall and he grabbed my head and held it on his flesh bazooka as it fired cum rockets down my throat. I told him I was fine with him doing that to me, but that any other girls would probably be angry with him for pulling that stunt since most women don't deep throat.

We dried off and I sent him back to my bed while I went to blow dry my hair and put some lipstick on. I eventually joined him and we made out for a few minutes. When I was a man, my favorite smell in the world was a woman who had just showered. Now I was loving the scent of a man who had done the same thing. I asked him to go down on me and he eagerly commenced darting and rolling his tongue against my clit and I also felt it lapping up and down my slit. Then there was some suction, the clit being distended, and then the hot sensation of blood rushing into it and the first little fragments of pleasure scattering through me. I can only imagine how good I tasted to him while he worked my miniature love stick over and brought me to a huffing, puffing summit of pleasure, my hands wedging his head between my thighs. I felt his fingers invading my snatch and the initial impulse to urinate that accompanies my g spot being stroked. "Ooooh shitttt," I moaned in a trembling voice, groaning and twisting and sighing and writhing before his tongue caused my clit to go off like an IED, chunks of heat exploding all over my body over and over and over and over. God, I wanted him to fuck me so bad now. That empty ache deep inside my sperm catcher was speaking loudly even with all the orgasms I was incurring.

I pushed his head away and rolled over on to my stomach. He moved up on top of my ass and pierced my opening with his ramrod as he thrusted downward not far from my g spot. He laid down on top of me, moved his hands underneath my breasts and fondled them while he slammed his meat into my cunt. I just closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations he gave me. I can only imagine how he was responding visually to looking at my naked ass and back as his hips continued to snap to drive his spike into my pita pocket with gusto and he would steer me to wave after wave of electric body jarring climaxes until he loosed his thick, steaming liquid against my cervix.

He rolled off of me and I moved my head on to his shoulder and rubbed his chest as his cum quietly dripped out of me. "I love you Jason," I reflexively said. "I love you too Miwa," he answered, sounding very satisfied. We cuddled for a while. Shit. I really wanted to be his girlfriend really badly, but I knew that I just couldn't do it for  a whole raft of reasons.

"So did you ask your parents if you can stay overnight with me?" I wondered. "Not yet. I don't know what kind of excuse I can use for that," he riposted. "Can't you just say that you're staying with Dylan or Justin or something?" "The problem is that my dad will actually check with their parents before letting me do it, so I don't think that'll work." "That sucks." "Yeah."