Teen Male/Teen Female

How it All Started: My Older Brother

My name is Charlie, everyone calls me CJ, I am 19 at the time of writing. I loved all the stories I have found here and not having a normal sex life I figured I would share with everyone my experiences. The first story I want to share, is one I remember so vividly that it’s as if happened an hour ago. Apologies in advance for any grammatical or structural issues you may find.

My One and Only

Intro: This is a true story—the sometimes comedic, sometimes pathetic, almost always inept story of my entry into the wonderful world of sex. You’ll notice, I’m sure, that there’s no anal. In the early 60’s asses were for shitting, not for fucking. It wasn’t until the late 60’s—the onset of the sexual revolution—that we learned about things like the female orgasm, and the ass’s multi-functionality.
It’s just past 10 a.m. Saturday morning, Memorial Day weekend, 1962. It’s a beautiful spring day, the kind I find most often in the Northeast. Temperature in the mid-70’s, low humidity, and just a mere hint of a breeze, so I’m comfortable just wearing a college T-shirt, Bermudas (what they called shorts in ancient times like the ‘60’s) and low-cut sneakers with no socks. The sky, a deep azure shade that makes me feel I can see forever, is punctuated only occasionally by fluffy white cumulus clouds, themselves portents for more such glorious days to come. I have my parents’ bungalow on the north shore of rural Long Island for the weekend. I told them I wanted to go fishing. The blackfish should move inshore now and I do plan to fish a lot, but right now I have other prey in mind.
I’m in my dad’s Impala wagon heading west on Route 25A, the main east-west artery serving the north shore, heading toward the neighboring town. I turn just past the local dairy (yes, real cows!) and approach her house. Making the turn, I think back to how we met last summer. It was a party for her mom’s fortieth. My best buddy Ray works at the local supermarket weekends and summers where Mom is a full-timer. After intro’s to her mom and dad and birthday wishes we headed for the real reason we came—free beer. They had a kiddy pool just stuffed with ice and Pabst Blue Ribbon. Beers in hand we walked over to a small circle of kids sitting on the lawn nearby. Ray sat on one side and I found myself facing him next to a skinny dishwater blonde who I soon learned was the daughter. We all chatted and joked for the duration of the party, becoming more chummy as the beer kept flowing. Eventually, I asked her out and she said ok. We set a date for the following evening.
I picked her up and we headed for the local drive-in. If you’re under 30 it’ll be hard to understand why anyone would go to a movie to sit in your car, listen to bad audio loaded with static, and occasionally try to watch through a teeming rain. But, at the time, it was a lot of fun and it was a great place to make out and more. I picked a slot about two-thirds toward the rear and close to the center. I rolled the window about halfway up and put the speaker on it. Then I surprised her by getting out and walking around to the passenger side, where I got back in and sat next to her again saying, “There’s a lot more room over here and the steering wheel won’t get in our way.”
I put my arm around her and we snuggled close waiting for darkness to fall. Shortly, the cartoon started. That’s another thing—every movie show always started one or more cartoons. I forget what it was—I never saw it. I leaned into her and we started to kiss as it began. She was a pretty good kisser with relaxed lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth as I eased mine into hers. Pretty soon we were in full make-out mode and we were climbing all over each other, grinding our crotches into any body part available. After a few minutes I told her, “I want you to touch me,” and moved her hand to my shorts, just over my now rock-hard cock. She was tentative at first, but didn’t seem to mind rubbing me so I unzipped and took it out. I was already very stimulated so, of course, I was very erect. Again, she was eager to touch and stroke it. By the time the feature started my cock was in her hand and she was caressing it with zeal. Once she showed willingness to fondle me I figured the time was right to try to touch her. I placed my hand on her right thigh and slowly moved it up and down . I slid my hand into those tight shorts and was rewarded with a warm moist sensation. She moaned softly into my mouth as I rubbed her pussy lips. It was only a moment before my fingers began exploring deep into her cunt. It was the first time I had ever touched a pussy. I was surprised at how hot and wet it was, and it smelled just great. Her moans became audible through our ongoing kisses. When I finger fucked her fast and hard she started to buck like a wild bronco.
We dated about forty times that summer but that was as far as we went. Why? Today we would have fucked at least forty times, but this was the 60’s and there were statutory rape laws in force. She was too young and I didn’t include five years as a guest of the state’s penal system among my long-term plans. Now, however, she was a year older and 100% legal.
I walked through the gate and knocked on the breezeway door. She came out wearing the tiniest pair of pink short shorts I had ever seen. They were like a second skin. I could see the top of her pussy, what’s now called a camel toe. Her sleeveless T-shirt was just as tight and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her A-cup titties stretched the taut fabric and I could see her nipples clearly outlined. She never wore such sexy clothes last year. I guess she had grown up a lot over the winter.
“Hi, I wasn’t expecting you. What a nice surprise,” she said.
“I just got home from college last week and this was the first chance I had to come out here. My dad had me working ever since I got home, but I told them I wanted to go fishing, so here I am. Your mom and dad around?”
“No, Mom’s at work and Dad had to go to the store, but he should be home soon.”
“Listen, I have my parents’ place all to myself, why don’t we go over there where we can have some privacy?”
She wrote a note explaining where she would be and a minute later we were headed back to my place. I pulled the wagon up the lawn all the way to the back door. As we walked into the kitchen I spun her around for a long passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around me and I put my hands on her firm ass pulling her vulva into contact with my thigh. We rubbed each other nonstop until I broke the kiss and pointed her toward the living room.
“Let’s go in here,” I said, pointing to my parents’ bedroom. I started to take my shoes off and she followed suit. I removed my shirt and shorts saying, “I think this will make things a lot easier.” She said nothing but stripped down along with me. I took her hand and led her to our destiny. We lay on the bed and soon we had picked up exactly where we left off last summer. My penis was hard when we walked into the room and she started jerking me immediately—slow steady strokes with just a little pressure from her hand. She wasn’t going to jerk me off this way but the feeling was still exquisite. Our kisses were long and deep; she shuddered when I put my finger into her and worked it around, abusing her pussy. It wasn’t long before we were totally absorbed in each other. I pulled back from the kiss, looked into her eyes and said, “You know, we dated a lot last summer. I think we’re ready. I want to go all the way with you.”
“NO!”
“Oh, c’mon, we’re as ready as any couple will ever be. I really want you. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for months”
“No.”
Well, shit damn fuck! I thought. I never expected this. She was always so compliant in the past. I pulled away from her and lay across the bottom of the bed, leaning my head on my right hand. What the hell was I going to do now? If we didn’t fuck it was going to be a long, long weekend. I hadn’t planned on spending ALL my time fishing. Now, I’m usually pretty observant and that’s when I noticed something that seemed peculiar. At least, I thought it was peculiar. If I were refusing sex I’d be lying there with my legs together and, maybe my ankles crossed. But she had her legs apart at least 90 degrees and her knees up. I was looking right up into her wet hot pussy, still dripping from my fingering. Was this a signal that she really wanted me to go further; that she wanted me to take charge? Did “no” really mean “yes?” –only one way to find out.
I got up and cautiously moved between her legs; so far, so good. I moved forward and we embraced, holding each other tightly. We resumed our kissing. After a minute or so I raised my hips and moved them forward. With a perfection of aim I had never known before and would never know again, I eased effortlessly into her. As I did so, she pulled me to her in a powerful embrace and kissed me with a passion I had never imagined existed. Her pussy was soaking wet but she gripped me tightly. I lunged into her several times before celebrating to myself, “AT
LAST
I
AM
FUCKING!!”
Technically, I had lost my virginity about three weeks earlier when I took a known nympho to a college dance and then convinced her(it hadn’t taken much) to fuck me in her car afterwards. Unfortunately, I was too damned excited and came when I entered her. My entire fucking career had lasted maybe a half second. How embarrassing!–all my hoping and planning betrayed by an overeager cock.
Now I was humping merrily away. I didn’t care that she just lay there passively, I was still fucking and I was really enjoying the slurping sound that was coming from her cunt. Suddenly, another thought struck—if I’m not careful I could wind up married to her! Yeah, I know, why? But, that’s the way it was then. That’s how a lot of really shitty marriages began. It’s bad enough to be a kid with a kid, but imagine being a kid with TWO kids—a baby and a husband. Well, that’s another thing that wasn’t in my long range plans so I moved up onto my elbows , looked her in the eyes with what I thought appeared to be genuine sincerity and said, “I have too much respect for you to take a chance on getting you pregnant. I’m going to get some protection.” Good God, how do I come up with this crap? It was total bullshit but she bought it.
I pulled out, walked to my room, my cock dripping her secretions on the floor, and retrieved a condom from my top drawer. When I returned I made a big show of putting it on before climbing back onto the bed where I said, “Now, where were we? Oh, yeah, I remember.” And I again entered her sweet velvety pussy. It took a few minutes to get back into it again. Condoms then were really crude and extremely thick by today’s standards. Eventually, I did cum and cum good, after all it was my first real fucking cum. Did she cum? I have no idea! I didn’t even know then that girls could cum, so how would I know what to look for? So far as I know girls didn’t cum until the sexual revolution in the late 60’s. I’m sure it was a real surprise to a lot of guys—it was a hell of a revelation to me.
We lay there for a few minutes until I climbed off her. We snuggled for a while until she said, “I should probably get back. Let me up so I can clean up in the bathroom.” She grabbed her clothes and walked off. I took off the rubber and wrapped it in a paper towel before throwing it in the trash. She came out just as I was finishing dressing. She showed me her shorts; the zipper was broken.
“I’m worried my Dad will notice,” she said. “Can you fix it?”
I took the shorts which were little bigger than one of my handkerchiefs, and checked it out. The handle was broken off so there was nothing I could do.
“When you go into the house go right to the bathroom. When you come out you can tell him it just happened. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine,” I commented, adding, “Let’s go out tonight, ok?”
She told me she had a date and didn’t know how to get in touch with the guy, but she would break it when he picked her up that evening. We kissed again and I took her home.
That evening I was parked around the corner when he showed up. The asshole didn’t even go to the door. He just beeped his horn and waited. I was glad she was dumping him. No sooner had he angrily peeled out down the block than I cruised up to the door. She was waiting for me in another really tight pair of shorts and, again, no bra; we soon headed for the drive-in. Later I cursed myself for my stupidity. I could have just as easily have taken her back to my place for a good fucking instead of spending my money doing the same things we did last summer. I parked about 3 blocks from her house on the way home. I didn’t have to ask her; she shrugged out of her shorts and T and was ready to receive me. I’m tall so I had to bend my knees in order to fit into the Impala’s front bench seat (no bucket seats then). My sneakers were sticking out the window, a sure tip-off as to what we were doing, but, fortunately, nobody drove past while we fucked away. This time, and every time afterward, I slipped on a rubber. I wasn’t taking any chances. I had a harder time in the car sticking my cock into her tight hole but she was so wet that her natural lubes worked as nature intended. In an instant I was sliding in and out energetically. Again, she didn’t move, and to be honest, I didn’t know she was supposed to so I didn’t complain.
We made arrangements to go fishing the following morning. I picked her up around 10, stopping at a deli for some lunch and at the bait store for some sand worms, hooks, and sinkers on the way back. I had gone fishing yesterday with Ray and he was going to join us later on. Actually, I told him we were getting to the beach around 12 and asked if he would stay away until one. Of course, I expected him to come early so he could catch us fucking. That’s why we got to the beach by 11. To get there we had to walk down a path through the woods. These are private beaches so there’s never a crowd. On this day we were the only people visible for miles. We set up our towels near the water, and I got my rod (no, not that one—my fishing rod) ready. Once baited, I cast the sinker and hook out into an area I knew to be rocky. I set my rod into a sand spike, a long piece of tubing with a point on one end which is driven into the sand and holds the rod when you’ve something better to do. I definitely had something better to do.
“Ok,” I said, “I’m ready. Let’s do it again.”
“Here?” she replied, “What if someone sees us?”
“Like who? There’s no one here except us.”
“What about Raymond?”
“Don’t worry about him. I told him to come down around one so he’ll probably be here around 12:30, hoping to catch us, so we have an hour or more. It won’t take us that long.”
She started to remove her shirt (another T) and shorts. This was the first time I actually looked at her pussy in daylight. Yesterday I was so excited trying to fuck her I didn’t really look too closely. I could see she was a natural blond. Soon she was naked except for her sneakers. North shore beaches are loaded with billions of pebbles and walking on them can be agony until your feet toughen up. I pulled down my bathing suit and filled the rubber with my pulsating cock. I was just about to shove it in when my fishing rod bent over 90 degrees. Shit, what fucking timing—I had a bite and a good one! I jumped up tripping on the suit and grabbed the rod and reel. I was hopping all over with my suit around my ankles.
“Get up and pull my suit up, will you?” I yelled. It must have been quite a sight! I was playing the fish, trying to keep him out of the rocks, suit stuck on my shoes, rubbered cock sticking out at attention, moving like a hobbled horse while she was chasing me butt naked, trying to pull up that damned suit. Eventually we got it done, just in time, as I landed a five pounder. I hooked the fish up to a stringer, anchored it in the shallow water, and returned to her. This time my rod was again in the sand spike, but the hook and sinker dangled in the light breeze. I wasn’t taking any more chances.
I told her I wanted to try another position. “Huh?” she asked. “Yeah,” I replied, “why don’t I lie down and you can just sit on my cock? I hear from my friends that it can be really fun that way. And, besides, I can rub and play with your breasts. I don’t think I’ve ever really played with them. I was always occupied somewhere else.”
“Okay, I guess,” and she moved to the towels. I lay down first and she positioned herself over me. We obviously weren’t very experienced, either of us, so it took a while before we were able to connect. Finally, I fingered her to make her wet; my cock was still granite. I arched my back and pushed in about two inches. I pulled her down to meet me and eased further in. Now I started humping, slowly at first then harder and faster. I grabbed her small firm ass and pulled until I was in all the way. Once there I moved my hands to her tiny tits. They were small but her nipples and areoles seemed too big. Maybe that meant she was going to grow as she gained weight. I hoped so. I rubbed her hard nipples between my fingers, pinching and rolling them. She moaned loudly. I was really glad there was nobody around; I was sure she would be heard. Now we were bucking into each other as she rode me hard, rubbing what I later realized was her clit into the friction of my pubic hair. I could feel my cock moving in, out, and all around her hot box. Suddenly, I exploded into the condom—once, twice, three times. And then, one final spurt. I lay there exhausted from my exertions, but happy, extremely happy. I pulled her down to me and kissed her for what seemed to be an hour.
“Do you think we should get up and dress? I don’t want to be caught like this.” She made a lot of sense so she backed off me. I was pretty soft now. I took off the rubber, dug a small hole in the sand, and dumped in the condom and wrapper. We dressed quickly; we weren’t wearing all that much when we started. I washed my hands in the cold salt water and resumed fishing. Sure enough, Ray joined us about 15 minutes later—only 45 minutes early. If he was upset at missing us he did a good job of hiding it. We fished throughout the afternoon collecting a few four to six pounders. We decided to give the first fish to her Mom so I cleaned it on the beach at water’s edge. We walked up the ravine and I took her home. I’d pick her up again around seven and I had already decided I wanted more.
I try to learn from my mistakes so no drive-in tonight. We drove straight to my place. I had some beer in the fridge, but she refused. It didn’t matter, I knew she would fuck me before the night was over. We sat on the couch and watched some TV, but neither of us paid much attention. We kissed and groped each other and soon enough we were both naked. I’m not sure exactly how it happened but we were where I wanted to be. I was massaging her breasts and pinching her firm nipples.
“Let’s try something else tonight. What d’ya say?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “What do you want to do?”
“Well, I was thinking of oral sex.”
“You mean you want me to put your penis in my mouth? I don’t know if I can do that”
“Sure you can. And don’t forget, I plan to put my mouth and tongue on yours.” I really didn’t want to say “cunt” and I wasn’t sure how she’d react to “pussy.” So I figured she would know what I was talking about. “Tell you what, I’ll go first, then you, and maybe we can do 69, too. Ok?”
She gave me a look that said she was unsure so, since she didn’t openly object, I went ahead and did it. I knelt on the floor in front of her and pulled her hips to the edge of the couch. I put each hand on a leg and pushed them up and apart, baring her pussy to my tongue. I started with a big slurp that ran the length of her slit. I didn’t know much about her anatomy so I thought that if I just licked everything in sight I’d eventually hit some of the right spots. I licked all around her and sure enough she started to heat up. Her cunt started to drip and I found I loved the flavor of her. The more she leaked pussy juice the more I licked it up. I was having a great time and it seemed to please her, too. She moaned so loudly I thought she was a mooing cow. She started panting. Between that and the moaning I knew I was doing something right so I kept doing the same things. An idea struck me—what if I stuck my tongue into her? I figured she liked my fucking her so she’d probably like that, too. I learned very quickly just how much she did like it. My first clue came when she shouted, “Ooooohhh, do that some more. Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop. Oooooohhh, ooooooohh!”
This was obviously the time for her to suck me. She was so hot I thought she would do anything. I moved back lying on the floor, pulling her with me. I moved her into the 69 position. I may have been naive, but I could figure that much out! She didn’t hesitate. She was rabid with desire. As soon as I resumed licking and sucking her she started in on my cock. First, she put her mouth against the side of my shaft like she was eating an ear of corn. “No, put your mouth on top and move it up and down.” She took one look at me, I guess for reassurance, and took me into her mouth. Fucking was great I decided, but this was something special. I could feel her tongue rubbing against my shaft every time she moved it in and out. In spite of all the fucking we had done earlier I had still come home and jerked off afterward. I used to be able to do that three or four times a day, so I was ready to cum again in no time. “I’m going to cum,” I said. She backed off; I wrapped my hand around hers and finished the job. I splurged all over her face, chest, and hand, a lot of it dripping on to my abdomen.
“That was great,” I said.
“Yeah, I liked it, too,” she replied. “It was easier to do and more fun than I thought it would be. I liked when you did it, too. Oh, it made me feel really, really good.”
“Then, I guess you wouldn’t object to doing it again sometime?”
“Yes, oh yes, as long as you’re going to do it to me. God, I’m a mess. I don’t know if I can make it to the bathroom without dripping all over.”
“Let me get up, then. Roll over and I’ll be back in a sec with some paper towels.”
We cleaned up and settled in to watch the TV. We both needed to rest before getting down to the serious business of the night – the fucking. By now it was totally dark, the only light coming from the screen. We usually leave the doors open but I got up and locked them. I didn’t want to be disturbed when the right moment arrived.
It took a while but we were young so we were able to recover after an hour or so. I knew she was ready to move forward when she sidled over really close to me on the couch. I was slouching so she put her head on my shoulder. This was the sign to start kissing her again, so I did. After all we had been through over the past two days I wanted to be really tender and sweet. My first kisses were soft and slow with just a teasing tongue, only intended to warm her up a bit. It didn’t take long; soon we were like animals in heat, clawing and grabbing at each other. It felt like the couch was bouncing all over the room. It wasn’t, of course. That was just us. I tugged at her clothes—for some idiotic reason we had dressed again. Once she was naked I literally ripped mine from my body. We came together in our lust. Thank God I had the rubber handy or I would have gone in bareback and who knows what consequences might have occurred. We rutted on the floor, first me on top plunging into her hard. When she responded I plowed her even harder. Then we switched and she rode me harder and faster than earlier on the beach. We switched back for the finish which came when I drove into her HARD. We pulled into each other as I emptied my balls into the condom. A rest, this time a very long rest, was needed before either of us could move.
Tomorrow was Monday, Memorial Day, the day I had to drive home. We decided to meet in the morning and fuck before going to the beach to fish. I took her home, returned to the bungalow and fell into a deep sleep.
Monday morning I was up early. I packed the car so I’d be ready to go when the time came. Once I had cleaned myself I threw on my bathing suit, my sneakers, and a fairly clean T-shirt, one of the few I had left. I went to pick her up. We made the now usual stops—the deli, the bait shop, and, this time, the pharmacy. I was out of rubbers. At the bungalow she raced inside almost before I had a chance to stop the car. By the time I entered she had removed her clothes. “I want to suck you again. Will you eat my pussy?” “Oh, you know it,” I replied. Soon I, too, was naked. She grabbed my erect cock and tried to pull me to the floor. “No, not the floor, I have rug burns all over my ass from last night. Let’s jump into my parents’ bed.” Instead, she led me into my room and the small twin bed I had occupied only two hours ago.
“I want to use the smaller bed. We’ll be closer together.”
“I don’t know how we could be any closer than we’ve been all weekend. You’ve practically been inside my skin.”
“Maybe, but you have definitely been inside me,” she said as a final statement before kissing me hard and hot and pulling me onto the bed. We writhed sinuously on top of the covers as our heat built steadily. She pulled back from our kiss, lowered her head and took me into her mouth. “I never thought I would like this, but, you know what, I love it. It gives me such a feeling of power over you.”
“All I can tell you is that when you do that to me I can’t resist you. Swing that pussy up here and let me lick it for you.”
She must have used some perfume down there because she smelled of lilac– on the outside, anyway. Once I had pried her pussy lips open she tasted as sweet as yesterday, but better. She must have just showered because she tasted so fresh and clean. While I sucked and kissed her hole her mouth was impaled on my cock. The sensation of her tongue squeezing my cock in her mouth and throat was addictive. I couldn’t get enough. “I want you now; I need you NOW!” I practically shouted. I was so hungry—starving for her sex. I got up, positioned her with her butt facing me and drove my cock into her hole. If she hadn’t been so wet I’m sure I would have really hurt her. Instead, her natural lube made it an easy entry. I humped her doggie fashion until she reminded me that I had forgotten the rubber. Damn, I was so caught up in the passion of the moment it hadn’t crossed my mind. I withdrew quickly, opened the box in my shorts, rolled it on my throbbing cock and put it back into her waiting heaven. It couldn’t have taken even ten seconds. I never moved so fast. Too soon I could feel my balls contracting as a thick stream of semen pulsed into and through my cock. My whole body spasmed as my orgasm passed through me. When it ended we were both drenched in sweat. I fell on top of her and we rested, eventually falling into a light sleep.
We woke and dressed only five minutes before Ray knocked at the door. We gave each other knowing looks and laughed. He probably thought we were crazy. We fished until about two in the afternoon. It was ok but not great. We each caught a couple of fish and threw all but two back. Ray kept them; I already had enough to take home. Once Ray had gone I used the outdoor shower again. I tried to get her to join me, but she wasn’t interested.
I asked her, “One more time?”
She shook her head, “No, thanks, I’m kind of sore down there. I’m not used to all this screwing. Can’t we wait until next weekend? But
I
could
give you a going away present, though.” She dropped to her knees and took my dripping cock into her mouth.
“Ok, that’ll give me something to look forward to and this will sure as hell help me remember you.”
“Me, too,” she said smiling around my dick. She licked my head then moved me deeper into her throat. She gagged a bit; she’d never taken me so deeply. She regained her breath and got into a steady rhythm, increasing the pressure on me as she went. I had cum pretty hard earlier so I was slow to repeat. However, after about twenty minutes I felt that familiar pressure build in my balls. This time I exploded into her mouth but she didn’t pull away. She drank it all and even licked my cock clean when I was finished.
I dressed, put the fish into a cooler with some ice, locked up, and took her home. Then I proceeded on my long drive hoping I’d miss the bulk of the traffic and looking forward to the rest of the summer.
I had quite a few lovers over the next few years until I married. Most of them were better at sex than she was, but I wasn’t going to complain. I knew then that we would fuck many times over the coming years. She was my first and, at that point, my one and only.

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Experiences with my Older Brother p2

Feel free to skip if you have read my other story. I am Charlie, though normally I go by CJ. I am 19 years old at the time of
writing this. I have naturally brown hair, browneyes and I am about 5’3. My breasts are a 32c and nice round butt.

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 8 THE ARRIVAL

Please read my stories chapter by chapter. ib don’t bother re-explaining everything.For all of you waiting patiently, and not so patiently for this update, i am truly sorry. my computer died a slow and painful death, causing a lot of breaks in my writing time. this chapter is also more than twice the average length which also lengthened the wait. hopefully this will be worth your wait.

Growing Up (prologue)

This is the story of how I lost my virginity. It happened nearly 12 years ago and to this day I still think of it when I play with myself. And for the sake of writing a story that would keep a readers attention, I have embellished a little, but I promise you the more unbelievable parts are also the truest.

I lost my virginity to my Cousin, Sandy

My Cousin, Sandy, took my virginity a week after my seventh birthday. She was only Six months older, but had the sexual wisdom and body of a 20 year old woman. All I knew about sex were the rumors young teenage boys talk about on the playground

Sandra, part 1

(For those who’ve gotten lost in my previously un-numbered posts, I should a.) apologize, and b.) let you know that the intended order for these installments is “Meeting Tracy,” then “What Came Next,” then “Aftermath,” followed by the “Sandra” posts, which I promise I’ll number to keep things straight from here on out.)

Isabelle Chapter 4

***It’s going to take me a bit longer to write these now, so be patient. I’m hoping to post a new chapter every 3-4 weeks, but my schedule’s a little hectic right now, so I’m sorry about that.

Kelly the Mystery Girl

I’ve been reading the stories on this site for a while now, and thought it was about time I “gave back” to the community by posting something of my own. Whether that’s a good or a bad thing, I’ll leave to each of you to decide.
This first story is true to the best of my recollection.
I was a late bloomer.
On second thought, perhaps “late” isn’t the best word to describe my blooming. I can remember having sexual thoughts and urges from the time I was nine or ten years old, but I remained painfully shy about the whole subject and so by the time I was fifteen I was still a virgin and had only kissed a girl a couple times.
A couple light kisses and plenty of solo jerking off was the extent of my experience when my friend Mark caught up with me in between classes at school one Friday. He told me that he was going over to his girlfriend Sarah’s house Saturday afternoon, and he invited me to come along because she had a friend they wanted me to meet. Mark told me that Kelly, their friend, was cute and that I’d like her. I hemmed & hawed a bit, not really looking forward to meeting someone and having to find ways to get through the afternoon without seeming too awkward; Mark had done this to me before, and it never worked out well. He pressed me a little bit, and I tried to make a reasonable excuse for why I couldn’t make it.
Unfortunately, he was on to me. “No good,” he said. “You already told me yesterday you had nothing going this weekend. Sarah already got Kelly to agree to come.”
“Man, why do you keep doing this to me?” I asked. “You know I suck at meeting new girls.”
“Exactly. You just need to relax, Tom. You don’t suck as bad as you think.”
“Yeah, right.”
“It’ll be okay. Come on, just say yes.”
Grudgingly, I gave in. “Okay, what time?”
“Great,” Mark said. “Come on over to Sarah’s house around 4:00. And bring your swimsuit
just in case.”
I agreed, and we headed off to our classes. I didn’t see Mark again for the rest of the day, and tried to put the whole ordeal out of my mind & focus on school.
When I got home, I told my dad that Mark had invited me over for Saturday afternoon, and asked to make sure it was okay. I think I was secretly hoping that maybe Dad would tell me I couldn’t go, but no such luck.
Later that night, after I’d taken care of my homework for the weekend, I turned my attention back to dreading Saturday afternoon. I didn’t know anything about this Kelly girl–who she was, where she went to school, what she looked like–just her name. I started to get nervous again, but at the same time, I realized I was going to meet a girl
and that was enough to get me hard. I gathered up a pair of sweats and went into the bathroom to take a shower. (Being a shy kid without a girlfriend, I spent a lot of time “in the shower” in high school; I’m sure my parents must have thought I was some kind of clean freak.)
With the bathroom door closed, I started the water running and stripped out of my clothes. My hard-on stood straight out at its full seven-inch length as soon as I dropped my pants, and once I was naked I wrapped a hand around the shaft and rubbed back & forth a bit, watching myself in the mirror while I waited for the water to warm up. I always enjoyed a good jerk, especially when I was keyed up. My hand moving up and down along the shaft of my cock felt particularly good tonight; as soon as the water was warm enough, I released my cock, opened the door, and stepped into the shower.
I took a break from stroking myself just long enough to take care of the actual business of the shower. I soaped myself up, scrubbed a little shampoo through my curly brown hair, and rinsed off. Then, with the water still running, I soaped up my hands again and went to work on my cock. Between the water, the soap, and how keyed up I was, (thinking about Saturday afternoon and Kelly the Mystery Girl), it didn’t take long before I felt an orgasm building. I kept stroking until the build-up in my balls was too much, then leaned back against the shower wall and let my cum fly. I shot five or six strong jets all over the shower, and then slumped back and let go of my cock.
I rinsed the “evidence” down the drain (no sense in letting my sister find out what I was up to) and then shut off the water, got out of the shower, and dried myself off. I slipped into the sweats, dropped my day clothes in the hamper, and went back to my room to go to bed.
The next morning I woke up early and started in on my Saturday. I ate breakfast, took care of a few chores around the house, and then hopped on my bike to go to the library to do a little research for an English paper I had coming due the next week. I went back home after a couple hours of reading & note-taking, and got there just as my mom & dad were finishing lunch with my sister. I grabbed a sandwich, ate quickly, and then went back to my room to get things ready for going over to Sarah’s house.
When four o’clock got closer, I grabbed my duffel bag with a swimsuit & towel, and headed out the door. Sarah lived about three blocks away from my house, so I decided to walk. In about ten minutes, I was there, and knocked on the door.
I heard footsteps and muffled voices from the other side, and in just a minute, Mark opened the door.
“Tom! You’re here,” he said when he opened the door.
“Yep, it’s me,” I shot back.
“Man, I almost thought you might bail on us. But I’m glad you’re here. Come on in.”
He stepped aside and I went in. Mark closed the door and motioned (okay, pushed was more like it) me down the hall. “The girls are out back. Come on.”
As we went down the hall to the living room and toward the back door, Mark told me that Sarah’s parents were actually out of town for the day and wouldn’t be back until after midnight. “Okay, let’s get out there. Kelly’s waiting, and Sarah’s dying for you two to meet.” He opened the back door and we stepped out onto Sarah’s patio.
I saw Sarah first, dressed in baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I couldn’t help thinking what a lucky guy Mark was. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail that only served to accentuate her blue eyes and long neck, leading down into her 5’4″, nice & skinny body. But what I noticed today–like almost every time I saw Sarah, were her incredible breasts. They were easily c-cups, nice & round, and the t-shirt sat loose and relaxed over them. Mark had told me the first time he’d felt Sarah up, the first time she let him suck on them, and the first time she let him titty-fuck her; we’d talked about her breasts a lot, so it was always hard for me not to stare when I saw her looking like this.
Mark saw me looking and knocked me in the shoulder. He whispered, “Mine,” as he kept walking and pushed/turned me to look over at the other end of the deck, to where Kelly the Mystery Girl was waiting.
I forgot about my jealous lust for my best friend’s girlfriend almost immediately as soon as I saw Kelly. She wasn’t a drop-dead gorgeous girl like Sarah, but I saw her and immediately fell in teenage lust-love. She was short, only about 5′ tall, and very petite. She had light brown hair with just a little bit of a wave to it, that came down to just above her shoulders; it was pushed back with a headband, and I could see that she wore little green gemstone earrings that just about exactly matched her striking green eyes. As I walked over to say hi, I noticed that she was wearing almost the same thing as Sarah–shorts and a t-shirt–only, Kelly’s shorts weren’t as baggy, (accentuating rounded hips and a nice little butt), and her t-shirt was super-tight. Her breasts were smaller than Sarah’s–maybe a b-cup–but they were high and firm, and I could see the shape of her little nipples poking through the material of the t-shirt.
I made my usual awkward attempt at an introduction, not really noticing that Kelly was almost as shy as I was. We all talked for a bit, and I found out that Kelly was the daughter of one of Sarah’s mom’s friends, and that she lived a couple towns over. She was visiting Sarah for the weekend mostly so they could do some serious planning for a couple longer summertime visits they were going to make with each other after school let out at the end of the year. After a while the doorbell rang, and Sarah jumped up. “That’s the pizza! I’ll go get it,” she said. “You guys come on inside.”
We followed Sarah inside, and found her coming back from the front door with a two medium-sized pizza boxes in her hands. Tom and I each relieved her of one of the boxes and took them to the kitchen. We broke open the pizza and served up four slices. Mark and Sarah went immediately into the living room, leaving me in the kitchen with Kelly. We talked around mouths full of pizza for a few minutes–not about anything in particular, just small talk to help each other relax. I saw right away that Kelly had a really cute smile, and when I saw how it only got cuter when she laughed, I found myself trying to make any dumb joke I could, just to get a giggle out of her. After a few minutes, we heard Sarah call out from the living room, “Come on guys, the movie’s starting!”
“Movie?” I asked, looking at Kelly
“Yeah, Sarah said she has one we have to watch. She wouldn’t say what one.”
“That sounds like Sarah,” I agreed. “Well, should we go see what she’s up to?”
“Okay, ” Kelly said, putting down her pizza and taking me by the hand, “let’s go.”
I couldn’t really have cared less what movie we were about to go see. I was walking through Sarah’s house, holding hands with a really cute girl whom I was starting to like…a lot. We entered the living room and realized–both of us pretty much at the same time, I think–that the whole movie thing was a setup. Mark & Sarah had the curtains drawn and the lights off, so the only light in the room was the glow of the TV. The two of them had taken up residence on the floor with some pillows, and it was fairly obvious by the way Mark’s hand disappeared under Sarah’s shirt how they planned to spend the remainder of the movie.
“You two can have the couch,” Sarah giggled, “we’re fine down here.”
I stood still for a minute, half wondering what to do, and half wondering what movie was coming up on the TV. But then Kelly, still holding my hand, pulled gently on me and said, “Come on, let’s sit & watch a little.”
We moved over to the couch and sat down. Kelly sat first, and when I sat down next to her a respectable-gentleman’s distance away, she tucked her legs up underneath her and scooted over next to me. I could feel my hard-on return with a vengeance as she snuggled down next to me. I turned my attention back to the movie and realized that, the way the furniture was arranged, we couldn’t watch the TV without looking right at Mark and Sarah, who had already returned to their grope session down on the floor. Kelly noticed, too, and snuggled up closer to me so she could whisper in my ear, “You know, I think they might be trying to tell us something.”
I turned to look at her and saw that beautiful giggle-grin again, lighting up her face in the darkened room. That was just about all I could take, my hormones finally got the better of my nervousness, and I leaned down to kiss Kelly. She looked up at me, parted her lips, and returned my kiss with light little flicks of her tongue.
That was it. Suddenly, there was no movie playing. My best friend and his girlfriend weren’t making out on the floor in front of us. And I wasn’t nervous anymore. There was just the darkened living room, the couch, Kelly, and me. We kissed for what seemed like hours. I was lost in the scent of Kelly’s hair and her skin, the feel of her lips against mine, the exquisite sensation of her tongue flicking across my neck. I felt the swell of her breast against my chest, and let my hands wander down her back and back up her front, brushing across her breasts a little in the process. I was mesmerized, and nothing else in the world mattered.
“This movie sucks!” Sarah’s voice, unbelievably loud in the quiet living room, shocked me back to reality. Kelly and I sat up, looked over to where Mark & Sarah were still sitting on the floor. Sarah’s bra was on the floor next to them, and when Tom saw that I knew, he grinned at me a little. “Let’s go back out to the pool and go swimming,” she suggested.
No sooner had Kelly offered a tentative “Okay,” than Sarah jumped up, scooping up her bra in the process, and took Kelly by the hand. “You guys head on out there. We’ll get changed and be right out!” she called as they ran off down the hallway.
Mark stood up, threw a pillow at me and said, “Wake up, lover boy!”
“Huh?” was all I could manage right then. I could still taste Kelly’s lips on mine, and I think I had a kind of far-away look in my eyes.
“She’s great, isn’t she? I told you you wouldn’t regret coming!”
“Yeah, Mark, she’s nice,” I said.
“Well, come on, let’s go get our suits on!” And with that he ran outside. I stood up and followed, suddenly aware of the raging hard-on I still had pushing at my pants. When I caught up with Mark out on the patio, he already had his swim trunks in hand and was rifling through my duffel bag looking for mine. He found them, saw me coming out onto the patio, and threw my trunks at me.
“Mark,” I said, “I don’t know if this is such a good idea
”
“Shit, Tom, don’t back out now! Can’t you see this girl’s really into you? Come on, let’s get changed before they get back out here.” And with that, he stripped down to nothing and pulled up his trunks. I saw that he was facing the same challenge I was in the hard-on department.
“Yes, I’ve got a boner,” Mark said. “Don’t think I didn’t see you looking, fag.” He laughed and punched me in the shoulder. “You saw me & Sarah in there, what do you expect? Now it’s your turn. Drop ’em!”
I could see I wasn’t going to get out of this, so I stripped off my shirt and dropped my pants, revealing my fully-erect cock. “Damn!” Mark said, as I quickly pulled on my swim trunks. “I guess you really like Kelly, huh?”
“Shut up!” was all I could manage back. I was too busy adjusting my trunks, trying, somehow, to hide the tent my cock insisted on creating.
“Dude,” Mark laughed, “that never works for me. Let’s just get in the hot tub & wait for the girls.”
We waited for a while in the hot tub, just sitting & relaxing. After about ten minutes more, the screen door opened and Sarah & Kelly stepped out onto the patio. They were gorgeous. Both girls wore bikinis that left very little to the imagination. Sarah’s c-cup breasts were slung in medium-sized triangles of material but managed to spill out on just about every side. The bottom of her suit was a little more modest, looking like a fancy pair of panties. My jaw just about dropped, and I would have sworn at the time that my cock grew another 2 inches, when I saw Kelly step out the door. Her bikini top was almost just not there, the material covering her very obvious nipples and her areolae but very little else; I could see the strings disappear up and around her neck where I’d been kissing only a few minutes before, and around her back where I’d felt the clasp of her bra underneath her shirt. And below the waist, I could have sworn the little bit of material that hid Kelly’s pussy from my view was no bigger than my own hand.
The girls took their time walking over to join us in the hot tub. Kelly seemed to make a point of dropping her towel and turn around to bend over to pick it up. To this day, I’m sure I heard Sarah giggle when Kelly did that; looking back on it, I’m pretty sure it was planned for my benefit. Sarah, for her part, made sure to bounce her breasts for Mark to see as she walked toward where we waited in the hot tub.
As the settled down into the water, the girls looked at each other and grinned, then Sarah leaned over to kiss Mark and said, “You know, you boys could have used the changing room over by the BBQ; it’s always unlocked.”
I was mortified. They’d seen! They’d been watching us from inside! Kelly had seen while I stripped down and stood there with my cock, a raging hard-on for her. I didn’t know what to say. I glared at Mark, but he was already back to kissing Sarah and lightly fingering the knot of her bikini-tie at the back of her neck. Nervously, I looked back to Kelly, who was sitting next to me in the hot water, grinning. “Not that we didn’t enjoy the show,” she said, and then leaned in to kiss me.
This kiss was different than any we’d shared inside a few minutes earlier. This time Kelly was aggressive. She bounced up in the water and settled down in front of me, her legs straddling one of mine. And as she leaned in to kiss me, she let herself fall into my chest so I could feel her breasts push against me in the warm water. She grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and pulled herself tight in against me, while her other hand dipped below the surface of the water and slid down my chest and stomach to rest on the top of the tent I’d been trying to adjust earlier. She pushed her lips against mine and spread them apart with her tongue, while with her hips she ground her pussy into my leg, and with her other hand she reached down and squeezed around the head of my cock through my swim trunks.
I almost came right then and there.
Regaining my composure a little bit, I pushed back so I could catch my breath, then looked at Kelly and said the most dashing and debonair thing I could come up with at that moment, “Wow!”
The laughter from the others caught me a little by surprise, but I saw quickly that they weren’t being mean about it, and it really helped to break what little tension might have remained. Kelly and Sarah looked at each other and exchanged a glance. Sarah looked at Kelly and asked, “You sure?”
Then Kelly looked straight into my eyes and answered Sarah, “I’m sure.”
That was all they said, but immediately they both stepped back from us and waded backward to the opposite side of the hot tub.
I looked over at Mark, trying to see if he knew what this was about. He just gave me a look back that said, “Not me, dude.”
“We saw you guys changing over there earlier,” Kelly said.
“And it got us both to thinking,” Sarah continued. Both girls stood up, facing us, so they were only in the water to about their waists.
“You boys might enjoy a show, too,” Kelly finished. She was blushing, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the heat of the water or from something else. She looked a little nervous, but stood there beside Sarah just the same.
With that, both girls reached around behind their backs and untied the bottom strings of their bikini tops. They let the strings fall loose at their sides. Mark and I exchanged very fast glances, but brought our eyes back to the girls quickly, just as they moved their hands back up to the knots behind their necks.
“Tom,” Sarah said, “Kelly told me inside that you didn’t try anything out-of-line in the living room earlier.” The girls pulled at the knots, releasing them.
And as two bikini tops fell into the water, revealing two incredible pair of breasts, Kelly finished, “Yeah, but I also told her that I kind of wished you did.” The girls started walking back toward us across the hot tub.
“So now we’re going to try something,” Sarah said. The girls walked right up to us and each leaned in to kiss us. Sarah’s breasts hung down and out of the corner of my eye I saw Mark reach up to hold them. Kelly’s breasts didn’t so much swing, as they just pointed toward my chest. I reached up and lightly rubbed her nipples while she kissed me. Then the girls stood up.
“Now it’s our turn,” Sarah said. “Stand up, boys.” We stood up, and the girls leaned forward and pulled down our swim trunks, letting both our cocks free. “Now, sit down up at the edge.”
We did as the girls told us, and the knelt next to our legs, still in the water. “Kelly said I should go first,” Sarah said. And with that, she bent her head down and kissed the tip of Mark’s six-inch cock. Kelly leaned her head on my leg, right next to my cock, and watched as her best friend started giving my best friend a blow job.
We watched as Sarah licked her tongue out from between her lips, and circled the head of Mark’s cock with it. She brought the head of his cock into her mouth and seemed to just hold it there for a minute. Then she started to move her head up and down on his cock, and glanced over to Kelly as she did so.
This must have been Kelly’s cue, because she shifted up onto her knees and brought her mouth to the tip of my cock. Suddenly, I wasn’t so interested in the blowjob Sarah was giving Mark anymore. I reached down and ran my fingers along the side of Kelly’s face, and looked into her eyes. I wanted to say something like, “You don’t have to just because they are,” but before I could put the words together, she had opened her mouth and sucked the head of my cock in between her lips.
I felt myself passing between her lips and over her tongue. She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, and then sucked me in a little further. I couldn’t take my eyes off her face as she sucked my cock. No one but me had ever touched my cock before tonight, and now all of a sudden here I was, sitting on the edge of a hot tub while a beautiful girl sucked my cock into her mouth. Her lips and tongue sliding over the head and along the shaft of my cock felt so incredible, I imagined this must be what it’s like to feel your cock sliding inside a warm, wet pussy.
She slid me out of her mouth, and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. Rubbing up and down along my shaft, she leaned down and kissed the tip of my cock, and flicked her tongue back and forth. She slid her hand down to the base of my cock and followed it as far as she could with her mouth. I felt a pressure building up in my balls as she slid more of me into her mouth, and I shifted my hips back a bit. Kelly quickened her pace a little, now almost bobbing her head up and down along my shaft, and I reveled in the feel of her, warm and wet, caressing me.
I looked over at Mark for a minute and saw Sarah let his cock out of her mouth, just as he grunted and shot a wad of cum straight at her. It missed her mouth and landed on her neck, trickling down between her breasts. As my friend kept spurting his cum, Kelly slid her tongue under the head of my cock and licked back and forth, and I completely lost control. I let loose a shot of cum that must have hit the back of her throat, and then she pulled away from my cock as I started spurting just about every direction. Cum landed on Kelly’s face, on her breasts, and in her hair.
As I slid down into the water, with Kelly sitting next to me, wiping my cum from her face, I looked over at Mark and said silently, “Thank you.”

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Freddy in the Bathroom: Virginity Rubbed Away

This is a rewrite of the first story that I ever posted to an X-rated adult website. I can only hope that you will find it worth reading. And I realize that some of you may also find this story to be shocking and disturbing, and possibly even disgusting. However, I will not apologize for my having candidly written about one of the most important “sexual events” that ever took place in my life.

Art in the Back Seat: My Very First Handjob

This story is all about the second “dirty little secret” that I confessed to my live-in boyfriend, who would later become my husband. This confession turned out being my way of finally “coming clean” with the love of my life, and admitting to him that I really wasn’t the naive, innocent young lady that I had always represented myself as being, ever since we had first met and started dating.

VIGNETTES I – Christmas Leave Virgin

I am a married and monogamous man of nearly 60. I believe that sex should be between a man and woman after they are married. I didn’t always believe that way and had many adventures. This is my first story and it’s true.

Toy Store Boy: Chaper Five: Inseparable

Chapter 5: Inseparable
My senior year started on a low note. The first time I saw Abby I tried to explain things to her. She wouldn’t listen to me at all. She said that no matter what excuse I used I had betrayed her trust. There was no way around that fact. Sadly I couldn’t disagree.
After her birthday Ash and Sara had become best friends, they hung out after school and Ash would often spend evenings and weekends at Sara’s house. Ash tried to have Sara talk to Abby for me, but it only seemed to piss Abby off more. Abby told me I needed to stop trying to turn her sister against her and fight my own battles.
By October she finally let me tell my side of the story. She thought it was bullshit and told me I had, had enough time to come up with something better then that. She said again it didn’t matter, what she couldn’t handle was the fact that I had my cock in another girls mouth. She said there was no circumstance were that was acceptable.
I had told her the real truth, well mostly the whole truth. I left out two parts, first the part where I knew it was someone else and just let it happen. The second part I left out was where I had attacked the girls pussy. I told Abby she had simply rubbed it against my face.
I told her my version of the story then explained that I didn’t know it wasn’t her until she accused me of cheating. I told her that I had thought it was her being kinky. She said that she wouldn’t have done that at a kids party when she had already promised to not be alone with me. That was the last time she talked to me until we were standing in a hospital on Christmas break.
Things having totally fallen apart with Abby, Ash and Sara had become my best friends. Sara, who had just started her freshman year at my highschool, rode shotgun with me everyday after school. We went to the junior high and picked up Ash and Shawna. The we would drive to Abby’s and drop off Sara and Shawna. Abby would often hide in the house when my car pulled up.
Ash and I had the house to ourselves for about two hours every night after school. I would help her with her homework and we sometimes cooked dinner together for our family. It was a fun innocent time. Despite the flirting Ash still had held back from me in some ways. But after her birthday I started talking to her like a grown up not a little kid. This made all the difference. She really opened up to me now. I found that she was really smart, but it was like she didn’t want anyone to know, so she hid her intelligence under a layer of fake innocence. I wondered just how fake her innocence went, I again wondered if she had been my mystery girl.
Without a girlfriend to help me out anymore I had developed a routine where we would come home after school and I would help get Ash started on her homework and I would retire to my room for a while. I would spend about twenty minutes to a half an hour taking care of myself then come back to check on her. Once she had her homework done we would go sit in the livingroom and find something on to watch until my Lilly got home.
By November Ashley’s affections had moved on to her sitting with me on the couch with her head on my shoulder. I was really glad that I had, had that talk with Libby because this could have looked bad under different intentions. If not for that talk I just simply would’ve been uncomfortable with this in general. Knowing it was no big deal I found I enjoyed the closeness of the bond we were building.
I found instead of finding her bratty like I thought she would be when they brought her home, she was really fun to hang around with. She really helped me fill the void that Katie had left in me. She was easy to talk to and I really enjoyed her company. I really didn’t mind her flirting anymore either. I found it fun to actually be adored by some one. I missed having a girlfriend. For the first time ever felt like a real brother to someone.
We started going everywhere together. I would often take Ash and Sara to the mall or the movies. I got both girls into reading books for fun and not just for school. This started us three spending time at book stores and library’s. Sara had told Ash she believed me about Abby and that’s why she didn’t mind spending time around me. She said I was the nicest boy she had ever met. I was touched a little by that sentiment. It was a fun time for the three of us.
I asked Sara one day why her mom let her hang around us so much with out supervision? As rumor had it she was still clamping down on letting Abby out of the house. Sara actually laughed a little. She said her mom didn’t mind her hanging around me as long as Ash was with us. Plus she wasn’t really worried about her sneaking off to meet boys right now because she was already pregnant. I laughed at that, I guess it made sense I just felt bad that Sara’s pregnancy was affecting Abby’s life.
By Christmas vacation I as ready for a break from school. Word had gone around that I had cheated on my girlfriend right behind her back. I stopped even trying to deny it anymore, it was pointless when now one believed me anyway. The fact of the matter was that I had eaten out another girl. I couldn’t rationalize that to myself anymore, yes I was tied up but I had attacked that pussy when she put it in my face.
My reputation was destroyed. No girl wanted to go out with me, not that I had one in mind. I still loved Katie in my heart of hearts but I also still had feelings for Abby. I still had that moment in the library locked into my mind. The moment when we laid our foreheads together and looked each other in the eyes. Some moments are there for life.
Since I was a social leper I had tried unsusessfully to find a date for Homecoming and ended up not going. I had some girl-friends but they were mostly the girlfriends of by buddies. I was disappointed it was my senior year and I was missing out because of a fucked up situation. Instead of Homecoming I ended up taking Ash and Sara to the movies that night just to get out of the house. Ash surprised me by holding my hand all through the movie. I thought it was cute that she trusted me enough to be that comfortable with me.
The week after Thanksgiving dad and Lilly pulled us into the kitchen for a family meeting. I was fearful, I had no idea what we had one wrong as we never had family meetings.
We found out that my parents were going trust us to stay home by ourselves for a few days the first week of Christmas vacation. My Dad had an interview for promotion within the company. To get the promotion he had to go out of state to a corporate function for training. He was taking Lilly with him and they were going to trust us alone in the house from Monday to Friday. I thought it would be awesome and I was looking forward to it. I just wished I had a girlfriend to make use of no parents.
My main focus however was trying to find a date to the winter formal. I didn’t want to miss this dance as I had Homecoming. My friends were all going but they all had dates . As much as I wanted to go I also didn’t want to show up without a date. I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend or someone to fall in love with, all I needed was a nice girl willing to accompany me and dance for one night. Was that really to much to ask for?
We were sitting around the dinner table a few days prior to the dance when Ash quietly stated that if I wanted she could be my date for the winter formal. I was trying to find the right words to tell her no, without hurting her feelings. It would be more embarrassing to show up with a 13 year old, then no date. As I began to speak up Lilly jumped in.
“That would be so cute Ash!” she cried, “We could go get you a pretty dress tomorrow.” The look on both Lilly’s and Ash’s faces was so priceless that I couldn’t say no.
“What do you say Joey?” asked Dad, “It’s your dance, it’s your choice.”
“I don’t know,” I said really slowly. I could see the sparkle start to leave Ash’s eye. That broke me, “Yes you can be my date to the dance aunty Ashley.” Lilly smiled and Ashley squealed and ran to me hugging me tight.
“Alright, get off me,” I said jokingly. Ash kissed me on the cheek and sat back down at the table.
That night I went to bed feeling like I was the good big brother again. I lay there not really thinking of anything when I suddenly got a major erection. It had been a while since I had gotten a massive erection spontaneously. I figured since it was saying hello I would just go with it. I reached down and started stroking myself as someone knocked at my door.
I felt 12 years old again as I pulled my hand back and said come in. I sat up as the door opened, hoping that the blanket over me would cover it. It was Lilly who came in. I couldn’t remember the last time she had come to see me at night.
“What’s up Lilly?”
“Nothing,” she said looking down at me with a knowing look, “I just wanted to make sure before I bought her the dress that it’s really ok. You weren’t just being nice out of pressure at the time?”
“No, it’s really ok,” I smiled at her, “I wont take that away from her now.”
“I think you’re the sweetest boy in the world. You made her whole month, you know that?” She looked almost smitten.
“Well she is a sweet kid.”
“Yeah, but I know some kids will make fun of you. But what your doing is really good for her. Since our parents died you’ve been really good with her.”
“I’m just doing what you asked me to.”
“What?”
“You told me to be nice to her. I found it’s not that hard.”
“I almost forgot about that talk.” She kissed me on the forehead and started out of the room. When she kissed me I had gotten even harder. I found that odd, my Lilly was attractive in the same way Katie was but I had never thought about her like that before. Maybe it was the fact that I was hard when she walked in my room.
The next day Lilly took Ash out to find a dress for the winter formal. They spent 3 hours at the mall looking for just the perfect dress. When they came home that night they giggled with each other and I was told I wasn’t allowed to see her dress until the dance.
Lilly told me that to Ash this dance was a really big deal. She had never gone to a school dance before, or been on a date. I told Lilly this wasn’t a real date. She agreed but said to Ash it still felt the same and I was to treat her the same as any other girl I took out to a high school dance. I agreed, thinking except the part were we rent a motel room and lose our virginity’s like some of my friends were planing.
At school the day of the formal I told my friends about who I was bringing. The guys laughed and made a couple jokes, they really didn’t mean any harm it was all in fun. The couple of girls thought it was the sweetest thing. They said they couldn’t wait to see Ash all dolled up in her dress.
By dinner that night I was dreading my decision, I was really starting to want to skip the whole thing. But it was to late to back out. I kept having images of people pointing and laughing. I was more worried if people laughed and made jokes, Ash would take them wrong and end up in tears.
The other thing making me dread this event was I realized that Abby might be there with someone else. I hadn’t heard any rumors of her dating anyone but I didn’t want to find out. I didn’t know how I would react to seeing her with another man.
When it was time I put on my suit I got ready and waited in the livingroom for Ash. I hadn’t seen her dress yet, so when she stepped into the room with her hair done up, wearing the most gorgeous dress I was blown away. She looked five years older.
Lilly seemed almost as excited as Ash. She made us stand in the livingroom so she could take a dozen photo’s. Ash blushed posing with me for the pictures when I put my arms around her. I just kept thinking these were going to be blackmail photo’s someday.
I drove us to the dance my heart racing in nervousness. As soon as we arrived I took her hand in mine and walked into the auditorium. To my relief no one gave us much of a look. That made my fears melt away almost completely.
As it turned out Abby was there but she had brought her sister. Sara ran up to Ash and I explaining Abby had come with her because Abby had turned down all the guys that asked her. Sara said that Abby had told her that the reason she turned them all down was so she wouldn’t have to pick one. Sara felt that the real reason was because she wasn’t over me yet. I really didn’t know how to feel about that.
Sara hung out with us for a while but ended up having to sit down. She was now almost six months along and her energy was warring down. I said I was surprised their mom let them out after what was going on. Sara said that she had dropped them off and with her as Abby’s date it was fine. But her mom was going to pick them up as soon as the dance was over.
I took Ash out onto the dance floor and tried to give her the night of her life like I had promised Lilly. We danced every time Sara had to sit down. Ash wanted to be with her friend when she was up and walking. They danced together a few times. I went to Ash a few times and told her she needed to let Sara rest. I could see something was wrong with her. Sara claimed she was fine but I was beginning to worry. I walked toward Abby to say something about it, yet before I could get to her she turned and walked away from me. Abby spent the bulk of her time leaning against the wall glaring at us. I think that she was a little mad about the fact Sara was spending all her time with us.
We were having such a good time that it never occurred to me that the whole thing could turn in an instant. When we first got there that night and the slow dances came on Ash was a little shy and would dance with me with a gap between us. By the end of the evening we were dancing like a couple. She had her arms around my neck and I had pulled her close with my arms around her back.
It was really nice dancing with her, it felt comfortable. I liked the feel of her cheek on mine and the smell of her hair. I fell in love with her in that moment. She may have been 13 but she was one of the most wonderful girls I had ever known. This too was a different kind of love then I had felt before. My heart always belonged to Katie, but now it shared space with Ashley.
It was in that wonderful moment slow dancing with her that things went south. I heard the DJ announce that there were only 4 songs left before the end of the night, he said grab that someone special and make the last songs count. I was already holding Ash tight as that dumb ass song started to play. I instantly went hard pushing against her stomach. Her eyes grew wide when she realized what it was. She had no idea it was the song and not her that had done it to me. She had a large smile on her face and I realized that this was probably the first time she thought she had made a guy go hard for her. I remembered how big of a deal that had been for Katie. I had done the wrong thing on that day. I didn’t know how to handle this today. She snuggled her head against my shoulder.
I broke our hold and walked quickly toward the back door. I went outside, it was warm for December, or I was warm. Walked to the far side of campus to be alone for a minute. I sat down on the stairs leading to the arts building and tried to wish myself down. I hadn’t wished myself down like this in a long time, but I wasn’t going to whip it out on the stairs that night. A couple minutes later I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and it was Ash. She sat down by me and snugged her head up to my shoulder.
“Why did you run away from me, Joe?” She asked softly.
“I………. it’s hard to explain………..” I started.
“Is it because you got a boner?”
“A little bit.”
“It’s ok. I………. felt special,” she said the last two words so quietly that I almost didn’t hear them.
“I don’t know what to say Ash. I shouldn’t be getting hard for you.” I didn’t want to tell her it was the song. She felt special and beautiful I couldn’t take that from her. I knew with the death of her parents and her budding sexuality she was very fragile emotionally. What I did now made all the difference. I know Lilly had told me to go along with things that made her feel nice and beautiful, but I knew she hadn’t meant I should go with it when were talking erections.
I was thinking on things when Ash moved her head from my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek. This broke me out of my chain of thought, without thinking I turned my head to look at her. The second kiss wasn’t as innocent as the first. She kissed my lips and opened her mouth. It had been months since I had kissed some one. Sitting there with a major erection I wasn’t thinking straight. I opened my mouth and trust my tongue forward. She squealed in both surprise and delight and trust hers into my mouth.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into her hard. I couldn’t stop. Her lips were so soft. I couldn’t stop. I had never kissed a girl that young. We sunk into our kissing and the world around us melted away. I really couldn’t stop. I was so into her kiss I hadn’t felt her hand move to my zipper. We kissed for what had to be an entire lifetime before we broke apart.
When she pulled away from me I tilted my head back and breathed in the night air. I was coming back to my senses and I realized only then Ash had pulled me out of my pants and was stroking me.
“What are you doing?” I asked snapping back to reality.
“I’m sorry. I’ve never seen one for real. I just wanted to………” she said tentatively but never let go of my cock. As she stroked me I knew it hadn’t been Ash, who had been my mystery girl. I could tell by the feel of her hand. Ash felt good but inexperienced. She was soft with a touch of hesitance in her motions.
I was losing my train of thought as Ash worked me over. It was Katie all over again. I should have told her to stop but at that moment I couldn’t get anymore words out. Her hand felt so good and it had been months since the mystery girl. I tilted my head back again getting into the feeling. Ash took this as a hint to continue and she started stroking harder. I moaned and she leaned in and kissed me again.
“ I’m so……….. so close……….”I managed. Ash pulled away from our kiss and I felt her mouth on my cock. I really needed to tell her to stop but I couldn’t stop. I needed her to finish then I would tell her how wrong this was. I came in her mouth the moment her tongue touched the tip of my dick. She took it all in until I was done. She pulled off me and spit down the stairs.
“Thank you,” I said panting. I kissed her again showing her as much love as I could ever put into a kiss. I opened my eyes and pulled back leaning my forehead against hers like I had with Abby months ago. I looked into her eyes and I could see the deep blue sparkle shining brighter then I had ever seen it before. I wasn’t just lost in her eyes, I swam in a sea of blue. There was no past only future with her and it started in her eyes.
“That was amazing,” I said to her.
“I did good?” she asked shyly.
“You did very good.” I kissed her lightly.
“I can’t believe I made you that excited.” I could see the need for reinforcement in her expression.
“In that dress with your hair up like that, you were truly the prettiest girl here.” She smiled so bright she was glowing in the dark.
“I love you, Joe.” My heart sank. I loved her very much but I knew my love for her wasn’t like her love for me. I knew she meant she loved me like I love Katie. I didn’t say anything for a long time.
“Ash……. I love you……….very much…….” I stuttered slowly.
“But your in love with some one else.” She finished for me looking down.
“I’m sorry baby girl.” I put my arm around her.
“It’s ok, I already knew that. I know you still love Abby.” Well that was partly true. I did have feelings for Abby too.
“Don’t be sad.” I kissed her again.
“I’m not sad,” she smiled at me and the glow was back in her again, “This has been the most amazing night of my life. Thank you for being honest with me. Some boys wouldn’t have been, right?”
“No they wouldn’t. They would lie and say they were in love with you, to get what they wanted.”
“Thank you,” she smiled bigger.
“I do love you Ash. Your so very special. I can’t imagine living ever again without you.” The words came out with out me thinking. I didn’t know were that statement had come from but I knew I meant every word.
“Thank you,” she said quietly tears in her eyes, smile never leaving her lips.
We drove home that night without another word. She held my free hand to her chest with both of hers, the whole ride home. I walked her up to the door and stopped her before we went inside. I leaned in and gave her one deep kiss. She looked up at me, blue eyes shining. She was glowing so strong in my eyes she lit up the whole street.
The next day started Christmas vacation. Lilly asked all kinds of questions about our night and Ash couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Lilly pulled me aside and thanked me for giving her the biggest smile she had seen on Ash in months. I just shrugged. I knew Lilly would adamantly disapprove of how I had given her that smile.
Monday afternoon I drove the parents to the airport. At the air port dad made sure to double check with me that I had all the phone numbers and info in case of an emergency. He told me he was putting a lot of trust in me and I better not let him down. I told him things would be fine and wished them fun on their trip.
Ash held my hand the whole ride home, we never spoke of what had happened the other night. It seemed like a far off dream. It had happened and brought us closer but we didn’t need to discuss it.
I made a light dinner for us that night. Ash was unusually quiet that night and I didn’t pry as to what was wrong. Instead I tried to make it a fun evening. We played card games and watched a movie. I let her stay up late and eat junk food like any good big brother would.
I went to bed that night thinking about the end of the formal. Remembering the end of the night had me stroking myself hard. The thought of Ash’s lips on my dick made me cum so with a vengeance. I cleaned myself up with an old shirt I kept next to the bed for such times. I was exhausted this orgasm had taken most of my energy out of me. It was after midnight when I heard a soft knock on the door. Only wearing my boxers I pulled the blanked up to my waist.
“What’s up baby girl?” I called to her.
Ashley came into my room. She was wearing a t-shirt and panties. She looked so good and I instantly got hard looking at those young legs. I was happy I had pulled the blanket up.
“I’m scared being alone in my room.” She said more timidly then I had ever heard her talk before.
“Why are you scared tonight? You sleep alone every night.”
“Yeah, but my sister and your dad are always home,” she said quietly. I understood what was in her tone, the last time she was in a situation where the parents left for a few days they never came back.
“Come here sweetheart,” I said to her and lifted up the covers. She looked at me and her eyes went big.
“Sorry,” I told her.
“No it’s ok,” she giggled as she climbed in bed with me. She laid down with her back to me and pushed herself up as tight as she could. I put my arm around her, wishing dick would go soft.
“That’s poking me in the back,” she said and began giggling hard.
“I can’t help it. Unless I roll over.”
“NO! Please keep your arm around me.”
“Ok then you’ll just have to live with me poking you.” She reached behind her grabbed me and shifted me into another position.
“There, that’s better,” she giggled uncontrollably now.
“For you maybe but now it will never go down.” I said it without thinking, I really didn’t mean it. She reached back and slipped her hand inside my boxers and began to stroke me.
“Does this help?” she asked still giggling. I moaned in response. I should have told her to stop again, but her little hand felt so good. It wasn’t like we hadn’t done this before so what was the big deal? I was justifying it to myself but I really wanted this. What we were doing seemed so naughty that I didn’t last long.
“I’m gonna……………… cum…………” I called out after a couple minutes. She spun around and pulled the waistband to my boxers down and took me into her mouth just as I started cuming. She took it all and sat straight up. She spun her head around looking almost panicky.
“Trash can…………” I managed and pointed by the bed. She moved in a flash and spit two or three times into the trash.
“I didn’t want a mess.”
“It’s fine. I love it when you do that.”
“Really?” she smiled.
“Yes now come here.” I kissed her deeply and laid her down next to me again. She rolled over with her back to me again. I put my arm around her holding her tight.
“Now that’s better, I can sleep now.” she giggled hysterically at this.
“You think your cute?” I asked.
“I know you think I’m cute.”
“I think your, a brat,” I said with a smile. She rolled over and started kissing me again. It started getting heavy and I could feel her heart beating against mine. I loved the feel of her chest on mine. She hadn’t developed a whole lot yet but it felt nice.
She pulled away from me and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it off only wearing a sport bra and panties. I wanted so badly to see her naked but I stopped her as she pulled on her bra.
“Why…..”she asked timidly thinking I was rejecting her. It took all of my will power to put things to a stop. I wanted so badly to take her virginity in that moment. I would give her mine and take hers. Two things stopped me. First I still held on to the hope that I would make love the first time to Katie. I loved Ash very much but I knew I wasn’t in love with her. It was more like a cross between a big brother and a star crossed lover.
The second reason I stopped is the reason I gave her. I told her we had taken things too far already. I said that I should have stopped her the other night when she began stroking me. She was like my little sister and I loved her to much to hurt her.
“How would you hurt me?” she asked softly.
“I truly believe that the first time you make love it should be with some one who is in love with you. Not just someone who loves you like a brother.”
“Playing around wont hurt me.” she said almost like it was a question.
“I’m not rejecting you Ash, I’m telling you, I find you so adorable and so wonderful, if we do more then what we have, I wont be able to control myself.”
“I understand,” she didn’t put her shirt back on but she laid down with her back to me again. This time I somehow managed not to be overly excited as I put my arm around her almost naked body and held her to me. I could feel her skin on my bare chest and feel her breathing. It didn’t take long before I drifted off to sleep.
Tuesday happened without incident. Ash and I got up and took our showers, meeting in the kitchen for breakfast. She wanted to cook something special for me. I told her not to make a big deal but he wouldn’t listen. She cooked eggs, pancakes and sausage. Breakfast was fun as we ate and joked.
We spent the better part of the day sitting on the couch watching movies. I let her pick the movies which made her happy. She put the first one in and snuggled up next to me. After the first movie we went to the kitchen and made sandwiches. Ash put in a second movie and we ate our sandwiches in the livingroom. After she ate she leaned against me and snuggled some more.
I woke up sometime later having fallen asleep during the chick flick Ash was watching. She lay with my head on my shoulder, she had slipped her hand up my shirt and was rubbing my chest in her sleep.
I let her sleep and turned off the VCR. I flipped channels for a while but couldn’t find something to watch. Ash finally woke from her nap around dinner time. We ate light, just having salads. After dinner she put in another movie and curled up with me.
After two movies we decided it was time for bed. We went to our separate rooms, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed. I was thinking about Ash again. She was such a little angel and I felt really bad that I had screwed around with her. As guilty as I felt the thought of it still made me horny. I reached down and started stroking myself thinking of her. When I was close to cuming I grabbed the old shirt off the floor and shot a major blast into it. I was just dropping the shirt back to the floor when Ash knocked on my door.
“Come in, sweety.” Ash walked in only wearing a sport bra and a small pair of panties. My breath caught in my throat. For 13 she was so damn sexy.
“Can I………” she started and I lifted the covers up so she could climb into my bed.
“Thank you!” she squealed and jumped in bed. I managed to maintain myself as she wiggled right up to me as she had the night before. I put my arm around her and we fell to sleep.
Wednesday is when things completely changed between us. I realize that it was only a matter of time before this would’ve happened but, I still didn’t see it coming at the time.
We got up and showered and met for breakfast in the kitchen again. We had cereal and sat down in the livingroom for another day of movies and cuddling. We had just settled into another chick flick when the phone rang.
“I’ll get it,” Ash said jumping up and running to the phone. I couldn’t hear her conversation but a couple minutes later I could hear her crying. I walked up behind her and put my hand on her shoulder.
“Ash?” I questioned. She turned her head and gave me a questionable look, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Ok, I’ll talk to Joey. I’m sure we be there.” She hung up the phone and sat down on the floor.
“Ash, what?” She couldn’t stop crying. It took her ten minutes to finally say a few words.
“It’s Sara………..” She said that it was Abby on the phone. She explained that Sara was in the hospital. That was all she managed to say. It was enough I grabbed my keys and shoes. Ash met me at the door with our jackets and we ran to the car.
We got there and I put my arm around Abby. I was really surprised that she let me do it. I asked her what happened, she took my hand and led me down the hall. The trouble had started the night of the winter formal.
“Sara disappeared for a while and I went to look for her. When I found her she was on the ground near the arts building.” I swallowed hard. If Sara had been out at the arts building, that meant she could’ve seen Ash and I.
“When I found her she was holding her stomach and crying,” Abby continued, “She wouldn’t tell me what had happened to make her start crying. All she would say is that she saw something. She said she had been running away when she had fallen over.” I felt really bad now. She had seen us. I didn’t realize Sara had felt so strongly as to be in tears over me and Ash.
“Sara had landed on her stomach and skinned her knee. When I picked her up she said that she hurt really bad where she had landed on her stomach.” Abby’s tears came heavier.
“I figured it was from the fall and she would be ok tomorrow. I took her home and put her to bed. The next morning I went to check on her but she wouldn’t wake up. I went to get mom and dad they couldn’t get her up either.” Abby was fully sobbing now. I hugged her.
“Don’t!” she said pulling away from me, “We came here Saturday afternoon and we haven’t gone home.”
“How come you didn’t call sooner? You know the girls are best friends.”
“We thought we wouldn’t call until things got better. But this morning they told us that there was nothing left for them to do. She not going to make it.”
“What did they say happened?” I asked tearing up now too. Sara was a cool kid. I didn’t want to lose her.
“I don’t have all the technical details. The doctors talked to mom and dad. All they really told us was it was some kind of complication with the pregnancy. They did some kind of emergency surgery on Saturday. I guess it she didn’t pull through like they hoped. All that matters is that my little sister is going to…… to………”
“You don’t have to say the word,” I grabbed her and held her to me. I wouldn’t let her push me away again. Luckily she didn’t try again. We held each other and she cried into my shoulder. Ash came out of the room and I put my arm around her too. Ash cried on my other shoulder. I found out later as Abby was telling me what had happened Sara’s mom had sat Ash down and explained things to her.
We stayed at the hospital all day Wednesday through early Thursday morning. I tried to get Ash to leave for just a little while to get some air and eat something. She wouldn’t budge, she said that no matter what she was going to be there for her best friend until the end. I admired her loyalty and heart. If I hadn’t already loved her I would have fallen then. It only made me love her more to see her love for her friend.
I left the room after midnight going outside. I needed air myself and I thought I would give the family a little space. There were a number of family members there with Sara. Abby walked outside an hour later and spotted me. It looked like she was trying to decide what to do before she finally walked over to me. She pulled my arm around her and laid her head on my shoulder.
“This doesn’t mean anything’s changed,” She told me, “I just really need to be held.”
“It’s fine. I don’t want to talk about us anymore,” I told her honestly, “I just want to be here for you and Sara right now.”
“Thank you,” she said quietly as if it almost bothered her to say those two words to me, “As much as I hate you, Sara really adored you. As much as I don’t want to admit it, you were always good to her.”
“Can we have a truce on the anger?” I asked, “I told you I’m done with the “Us” stuff. Can we try to just be nice to each other?”
“Your right. It’s been long enough,” She started crying, “Sara loved you the least I can do is be nice to you for her.”
We didn’t speak anymore we just sat on the bench holding each other.
Sara never woke up, Ash sat holding her hand until the end. I was completely lost in guilt. I was to young at the time to understand all the medical reasons for what happened, but it was explained that this would have happened whether she fell or not. I remember thinking something was wrong with her at the dance. I had tried to tell Abby about it.
I hated that her last moments had been seeing Ash and me together. I didn’t know Sara liked me or Ash for that matter in a way that would upset her. I still felt like it as all my fault.
Sara passed away Thursday morning. Abby had just returned to the room and I sat on a bench outside the door. The girls held each other and cried. I left them there and walked down stairs to the hospital church. I’m not at all what you would call religious but I walked into the church that morning and had a long talk with god. I asked him how he could do this to such a little angel. I didn’t get an answer.
I took Ash out to breakfast before going home Thursday. We sat quietly eating pancakes. She cried the whole time, tears running down her angelic face. It broke my heart that their was nothing I could do to make the pain stop for her. Ash fell asleep on the ride home. I picked her up like a small child and carried her into the house laying her down on her bed. I kissed her forehead and closed her door. I went and laid down on the couch drifting off to sleep myself.
I awoke in the evening, Ash was lying on top of me. At some point she had joined me on the couch pulling a blanket over us. I was just happy to look at her sweet face with out tears filling her eyes. I gazed at her for a while until her eye opened. She looked at me and gave me a half smile. I leaned over and kissed her gently to show her things were going to be ok.
We got up and I started to make dinner. I warmed a bunch of left overs that needed to be eaten before they went bad. We ate with out saying much. I didn’t know how to feel right now. I felt bad for Ash, losing someone else she really cared about. I felt guilty for what we did to Sara. I never told Ash that Sara had seen us that night. I didn’t want her to have the same guilt over it that I did. I felt bad for everything that had gone on this year for Ash it seemed like one tragedy after another. After dinner we went back to the living room and cuddled on the couch watching tv.
We decided to go to bed early tonight. I stripped down to my boxers as I did every day. I was tired more emotionally then physically. I lay there waiting for the knock on the door that finally came an hour later.
“Come in.” I called to her. I held up the covers before she even entered the room. She slipped in and wiggled up to me. I slipped my arm around her. Tears welled up in her eyes again.
“Please don’t cry,” I whispered to her.
“I can’t stop. She was barley older then me.” I pulled her tighter.
“I keep thinking if it were me, there are so many things I would never have done yet. Things I would be missing out on.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Love, and making love,” She rolled over facing me, “I don’t want to die without ever making love.” She kissed me.
I pulled out of this kiss. I pressed my forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. I knew this moment was really big for her and how I handled it could hurt her. I knew enough about girls to know when they got curious about sex, they could potentially do something that could get them physically hurt as emotionally. Just like Sara had. Here she was in my bed asking me to make love to her. As I said earlier I should have seen this coming long before now. I made the decision right there looking into those eyes. I knew I couldn’t say no to her but I had to.
“Ash I love you. Very, very much,” I kissed her softly, “I’m still technically a virgin too.”
“Really?” she asked genuinely surprised, “You never told me that in all the times we talked about sex stuff. I thought you and Abby…….I thought that’s why she got so mad when she thought you cheated on her.”
“No. That’s not why she was so mad. To prove to her mom that we weren’t having sex, she let the doctor examine her in an extremely personal way. She only did it to because she loved me and didn’t want her mom to stop us from seeing each other. She put a lot of trust in me, to her I betrayed that trust.”
“I get it,” she blushed, “I accidently broke mine already. But I don’t want to talk about it.”
“It’s ok,” I told her. I knew that happened with a lot of girls.
“I was just thinking that if were both virgins…………..we……… could………..help……..each other………. not be………” She said pausing between words.
“Ash, I can’t.” I could see the tears form in her eyes. She rolled around not facing me anymore
“I’m sorry I just thought you………… would for me. Because you love me and ……” Her tears were rolling down her cheeks again, “I know your not in love with me but I don’t think I will ever meet someone who treats me with as much love as you give me………. and I love you so much.” My heart was breaking as she cried. This poor girl had been through so much this year. Her parents, her old life, and her new best friend all gone.
“Ash, I don’t feel right about taking your virginity. I will promise you two things right now.” She turned her head and looked at me.
“I want you to wait until you’re a little older. If you still feel for me like you do right now in 3 years, I’ll show you how much I love you.”
“Three years!” She exclaimed, “That’s so long to wait.”
“Let me finish,” I told her, “On your 16th birthday if you still feel like you do now I will make love to you. I want you to really make sure this is what you want. This has been a hard year for both of us. I’ve gone through a number of things I haven’t told you about as well as everything else.”
“Ok, I guess I can wait for you. You’ll see my love wont change. It’s just that right now I’m so…….. I don’t know. I just need to be loved.”
“That brings me to my second promise, I made a decision tonight,” I paused taking a breath, here it was, “I can’t resist you for 3 years. I love you so deeply like a brother, but I’m also wildly attracted to you.”
“So I’m confused,” she said quietly, “Are we going to………?”
“I’ve decided that I’m willing to let you have me in every other way except intercourse if that’s what you want.”
“I want. If we can be with each other that way I can wait 3 years.” She turned to me again smiling.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I kissed her hard, she through her tongue in my mouth and I returned mine to hers. It was like we were melting into each other. I pulled her so tight to me I thought I would crack her in half. This just fueled her passion. I pulled away from her face bitting her lower lip and pulling it with me, she moaned. I moved to her neck, kissing and licking passionately. She moaned and squealed with pleasure. I gently moved her to a sitting position lowering my hands to the bottom of her shirt.
I moved off her neck only long enough to slide her shirt up her body and off her. I began running my hands over her breasts though her bra. She moaned wrapping her arms around my neck. I leaned back again long enough to remove her bra. I gazed just for a moment at her naked breasts. She had a full b-cup already. I returned my kissing to her chest.
I could feel her heart beating rapidly under my lips as I kissed her chest and shoulders. She needed to feel not just loved, but alive tonight. I had always thought making love on the day a loved one died wasn’t a sign of disrespect. It was a way of two loved ones to celebrate life. I actually pulled that thought out of a book I read once, but I thought it was really true.
As I kissed Ash I was trying to show her that love she so desperately needed today. I took my time kissing her so she could feel every bit of it, her heart beat, breathing, and physical pleasure.
I had never once felt like this with Abby. I loved her in a way but as I’ve said before it wasn’t like I loved Katie. Tonight I realized I never truly loved Abby. I had never before felt the feelings of love I felt for the beautiful goddess under me now. I felt sadden by that realization. It was only at that moment I finally gave her up. Abby was a great and wonderful girl but she wasn’t Katie or Ashley.
I finally gave Ash what she was looking for as I moved lower and kissed her breasts. I was holding the right one gently squeezing her nipple when I brought my lips to her left nipple. Under me her body seized up and she arched her back. She cried out as her body shook.
“Thank you,” She moaned, “I thought I’d had an orgasm before, but that was my first real one.” She took both of her hands and placed them on the sides of my head pulling me up to her face. I kissed her again.
“That was the best moment of my life,” she breathed out the words though kisses.
“Were not done,” I told her and moved back down her body.
“I don’t know if I can take more tonight, that was intense.”
“Sssshhh.” I said returning to kiss her right breast this time. I hadn’t had enough of her yet. I couldn’t get enough tonight. I just prayed that I had the will power to stop myself from taking her virginity when the time came.
I opened my mouth and took her nipple inside, I sucked on it using my teeth very slightly to clamp down on it. She cried out again. While sucking her breasts I slid my hand up her leg and began rubbing her pussy through her panties.
“Oh go, oh, oh, oh god, oh god,” she cried out. I gently ran my hands across the sides of her hips slowly removing her panties. Once pulled down her legs to her knees I slid two fingers inside her. Her body began to buck slightly.
“Jesus fucking god,” she cried out. I paused for a moment, I had never heard her utter a single swear before. I drove my fingers deeper, driving her into a thrusting frenzy.
I started moving down the bed kissing her sexy flat stomach. This was driving her wild with anticipation. She was thrusting so hard against my fingers I didn’t need to move them myself I just let her work her own pleasure. I slowed my kissing of her body just past her belly button. I moved really slow kissing this area for a long time.
I had never gone this slow with any girl before. I had of course done this, but never this gently and passionately. With Katie it was always hurried because we both knew we couldn’t be together. I also didn’t have this level of self control a year and a half ago with her. I would have came at least twice by now back then.
With Abby things had always been more animalistic. I could have slowed down like this and savored every inch of her but she wouldn’t have wanted it that way. She always wanted things raw, fast and hard. Not to mention in public as much as possible.
I finally moved lower removing my fingers and letting my tongue taste the first sweet juices flowing out of her. I once wrote that he mystery girls pussy had been the sweetest pussy ever. It didn’t compare to Ash. Hers was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.
The moment I placed my tongue on her clit she tensed up again, arching her back higher this time. Her orgasm was so strong she squirted sightly right on my face. For and instant I thought I finally knew how Katie had felt all the times I had cum on her.
“JESUS GOD FUUUUUUUUUUUKING LORD!” She yelled out. Her juices were running down my face. She tasted so wonderful I thrust my tongue deep inside her, drilling in as far as it would go. She hadn’t come down from her orgasm yet and I was digging inside her seeking more and more of that sweet taste.
“OOOOOOOOHHHH GOD!” She screamed this time as her 3rd orgasm took her over. Her hips were bucking on my face, her hands reached down grabbing the back of my head as she squirted more on my face.
“Ok,” She panted, “Enough. I cant take anymore.” I slid up to her face and kissed her. I thought for a minute she would be grossed out kissing me with her juices on my face, but she kissed me hard digging her tongue into my mouth.
“Did I do good?” I asked with a smile, thinking back the winter formal.
“You did good,” she grinned ear to ear, “I think I’m a puddle of goo now.” I kissed her again melting into her lips.
We kissed for a few minutes when I felt a hand slide into my boxers.
“You don’t have to do that,” I told her, “Tonight was about you.”
“Shhhh,” she grinned, “Were not done yet.” I laid on my back and closed my eyes. She moved down on the bed and removed my boxers. I was expecting a hand job with her sucking out my cum like she had done the past two times, instead as soon as my boxers were off I felt warm and wet across my cock. I looked down to see her sweet angelic face sucking me. It felt awesome.
I closed my eyes again and drifted off in the feeling. This was the first time she had really given me a full blowjob. It was one of the best of my life. As much as I hated to admit it. But when Katie had done it I was younger and less experienced so it had never lasted that long. With Abby she didn’t put in the loving care that Ash was doing. This was amazing.
“Ash, get ready baby,” I told her. She lifted her eye to meet my gaze and sucked harder. That pushed me over. I came so much cum into her mouth. She took all of it looking me in the eyes and swallowed.
I was surprised she hadn’t done that in the past. She had let me finish in her mouth then spit.
“Wow, that was incredible!” I cried out.
“Your still up,” she said holding my cock.
“It’s such a turn on when a beautiful girl swallows,” I told her. To me that was a true statement. For some reason I registered the swallowing as a true act of love and hence was a turn on for me.
“But neither one of us can sleep if your still hard,” she giggle and put her mouth back down on me.
“Oh god,” I moaned out, “You don’t have to”
“You gave me 3,” she said smiling going back to work.
I was done after two that night. After all the effort we had both put into giving each other pleasure we both were completely exhausted. When I was done the second time she scooted herself up the bed into my arms. I held her there as we lay naked. I kissed the back of her neck as we drifted off to sleep.

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1 – My Gym Teacher

Note: This happened nearly a decade ago, so it may not be exactly what was said, but everything that happened is pretty well spot on. For anyone looking for a story littered with sex, it doesn’t start for quite a while. While the characters are all real, the names are not. This is my first story and I accept any criticism, whether it’s on style or any typos that may be found. Enjoy!
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When I was growing up, I never really thought of myself as an attractive guy; at 5’9” and 180 pounds, I definitely could have gone for a few more walks. To top it off, I had glasses, was a pretty big nerd, and sat around most weekends playing video games with friends… until we became interested in girls. My best friend, Bill, was always a hit with girls; he was your typical jock with a well-toned body and all of the cool girls drooling over him.
Eventually, my relationship with Bill led him to encourage me to hit the gym with him after school on a daily basis. In no time at all, I had shed 15 pounds, and was starting to get the faint hint of a six pack, to go with some nice bicep definition. While I gained this new image for myself, however, I was still a bit of a geeky stoner; I preferred the company of a joint, Zeppelin, and video games to the company of girls. In an ongoing effort to get me to fit in more to his liking, Bill changed a big part of my life again.
Being his best friend since childhood had its perks, and I was openly welcome to run with whatever crowd I pleased. Part of Bill’s pull was getting into keggers and house-parties being thrown by people in the grades above us. I hadn’t shied away from his peer pressure up to this point, so we started going to parties every Friday and Saturday, with Bill always seeming to leave with a different girl. All of these parties had a good result for me too: my first girlfriend, Emily.
Emily was 5’7”, about 120 pounds, and a blonde-haired, blue-eyed goddess in my eyes. I was a sucker for her to the extreme. She didn’t have a car, so I would pick her up and drop her off, and generally drive her everywhere she needed to go, which was initially acceptable for me, because I got to be seen with one of the most attractive girls in my school.
It wasn’t long before I was getting regular blowjobs at lunch and sex four or five days of the week. After school, we would rush over to either one of our houses, depending on whose parents were working later that day, and pretty much fuck for a good couple hours. I was definitely not Emily’s first, but I was more than adequate in her eyes. While not having the biggest dick in the world, I definitely am above average at 8.5” with moderate thickness. How could life be any better for a teenager?
The answer to that is Mrs. Curtis. She had been a gym teacher at the high school for about 20 years, and was entering her mid-late 40s by the time this story really takes off. Mrs. Curtis was not your typical female gym teacher; she was not in the greatest shape, she was not the first older lady you would pick to fuck if you had your choice, and she was honestly pretty annoying. But there was something about her, a certain ‘it’ factor, that screamed ‘I want to fuck every one of you young studs right now’.
There were legends, in fact, of numerous trysts Mrs. Curtis had had with former students. As the rumour went, Mrs. Curtis had been caught fucking the school’s accountant by one of her soon-to-be graduating students, and he had blackmailed her into fucking him regularly until he went off to university. While there was really no way to prove this, as it had supposedly happened in the first five years she had started teaching, there were a lot of students claiming that they had gotten blowjobs from her, with a few even claiming they had fucked her after school. I figured most of them were full of shit. After all, no one even had any proof that she had ever fucked the accountant, or that she had ever been blackmailed by any students in previous years. Despite all of this, she was definitely a frequent mention whenever we talked about what teachers we would fuck, and how bad we’d give it to them.
During the last week of school before Christmas exams began, Emily was talking to her friend Sarah in the bathroom, assuming they were alone. As she related to me later, she was telling Sarah how full I made her feel when she was on top, and how much she loved when I would squeeze and slap her ass raw when we were fucking. She was in the midst of telling Sarah that she was going to consider letting me fuck her in the ass when she heard stifled laughter from one of the stalls. When Mrs. Curtis came out of the stall, Emily went beet red and rushed out of the bathroom to let me know what had happened, and how she was just going to die if her parents found out that their perfect little Christian angel had been fucking since she was in junior high.
Sensing the urgency of the situation, I decided a visit to Mrs. Curtis was in order. After school, I knocked on the gym’s office door, and was quickly told to enter. As Mrs. Curtis looked up from the papers on her desk, a large, impish smile spread over her thin lips.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Stenson”, she asked while leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs.
“Uhh”, I stammered, trying to find the courage to say what needed to be said. “Emily told me that you overheard a private discussion she was having with Sarah in the bathroom this afternoon, and I was hoping that we could maybe come to some kind of agreement.”
“What kind of agreement did you have in mind? She was pretty descriptive about some very inappropriate things.”
I felt my collar start to tighten, and was very aware of my heart beating.
“I was just hoping that you wouldn’t tell Emily’s parents about our relationship. They’re pretty strict, and they don’t know that we’re having sex. They think she’s still a virgin and saving herself for marriage.”
That mischievous smile immediately returned to her face.
“You can relax, Robert.”
“Please, call me Rob… most people do.”
“Well… Rob”, she paused, adding extra emphasis to my name, “I think your secret is safe with me.”
“Thanks a lot, Mrs. Curtis. Her parents would probably ship her off to a female boarding school if they found out.”
I started to relax a little, looking out at the gym, and becoming very aware that we had been talking for a few minutes – the school was quickly starting to clear out, and even the faint sound of lockers slamming had becoming less often by this point.
“Well thanks again, I really mean it,” I told her, trying to make sure she understood how genuinely happy I was with her decision. “Emily’s just real private about this sort of thing.”
“Not the way she was telling Sarah, she isn’t,” Mrs. Curtis retorted.
“Well, I gotta go… Emily is probably looking for me.” I took one last look at that devilish smile on her face, knowing I would be thinking of her momentarily when I was fucking Emily. As I was turning to leave her office, she quietly muttered my name.
“Rob,” she sighed, before I could get back out into the gym, “…just one more thing, young man”.
“Anything, Mrs. Curtis. I definitely owe you big for this.”
“I need some help cleaning up after school, especially when your team has basketball practice.” She rose and took a few steps towards me, lightly grabbing my elbow and pulling me into the gym.
“Whenever the boys finish practicing, most of them just hit the showers and take off, leaving me to clean up all the balls and cones by myself.”
“Absolutely, Mrs. Curtis,” I responded, sighing with relief that her task was something of relative ease. I was worried she was going to ask me to help with the upcoming girls’ volleyball tournament that was being hosted at our school all day Saturday and Sunday. Compared to that, sticking around after practice for a couple minutes was only fair.
The rest of the week went by very smoothly; I would stay after school for a few minutes to help her clean up. She was very grateful, and always thanked me with a smile. Not the same smile as when we’d had our conversation, but a genuine smile to display her appreciation for my assistance. Every day when I’d go home, I would picture myself fucking Mrs. Curtis while Emily was lost in our lust. I even went so far as to insist on fucking her doggy style more often, so that I could imagine it was Mrs. Curtis instead.
I would pretend her small ass was full, partially because Mrs. Curtis could stand to lose a bit of weight. I would pretend her breasts were bigger, more suitable for a woman who had two children. I would push Emily’s head down into the bedding, and fuck her for all I was worth. While she was getting off again and again, the only thought that crossed my mind was how I wanted to make one rumour into reality.
On the afternoon of the last day of school before exams, I had stopped after finishing up with Mrs. Curtis to once again extend my thanks. She wished me a happy holiday, and said she’d appreciate my help in the new year, if I was willing. I told her I’d have to think about it.
That afternoon, Emily was giving me a rather good blowjob; she could almost deep throat me, and had gotten pretty good at using her hands in unison with her mouth. I told her I was going to cum, and as usual, she screamed that she wanted it on her tits or her face. I was very willing to oblige, and immediately shot three times on her boobs, and then another four on her face. The last shot got her right in the eye, and she screamed.
“What the fuck, Rob?”
“I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t think I was going to cum that hard.”
“You’re an asshole. You’re probably going to laugh about it with your faggot friends later, aren’t you.”
“Relax, it was an accident. If I wanted to do that, I’d have done it ages ago.” I looked down at her as she was scrambling to stand up and find something to clean up with.
“Go fuck yourself, Rob. You think that just because you have gotten more popular this year, and you’ve worked out and gotten in shape that you’re hot fucking shit all of a sudden”. She continued to scream at me, which ended up having rather dire consequences for our relationship.
Unbeknownst to either of us, Emily’s mother had gotten off work early and had run upstairs thinking that her daughter was in some kind of trouble. When she slammed Emily’s door open, she was greeted with the site of my cock, still half erect, and her daughter wearing nothing but panties. To top it all off, her little angel still had not wiped all of my cum of her chin or tits, so she got quite a look at something pretty awful.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, young lady?” She screamed at Emily, seeming almost oblivious to me standing still naked less than five feet from her.
“Jesus Christ, Mom, you’re supposed to be at work!”
Emily began to scramble for her blanket, while I slowly edged towards my clothes, heaped in the corner of the room.
“Don’t fucking move, young man,” Emily’s mother turned to me, “if you think that you’re going to just sneak out of here, you’ve got another thing coming!”
I went into immediate survival mode, thinking faster than I ever had before.
“Look, ma’am, I mean no disrespect, but I have a pretty good feeling that your husband is going to shoot me where I stand if he happens to come home early, too.”
“What’s your point?” She shot back at me.
“My point is that, while I am partly responsible for this situation, there were two consenting individuals here, and I don’t think it’d be very fair that I get in trouble here and at home too, when you inevitably call my parents.”
“You have one minute, Rob, to get dressed, and get the fuck out of here!” She continued to scream at me.
As I stumbled around, trying to get my boxers and pants on as fast as I could, she quickly caught on to my little ruse.
“You better leave your address and phone number here, young man. I want to be sure that your parents find out what’s been going on.”
I stopped dead in my tracks.
“And don’t you fucking think for a second that I won’t go to the school board asking for your information if you end up giving me some fake numbers. I will track you down in a fucking heartbeat, young man!”
I did what any smart person would do – I gave her my real number and address, threw my shoes on, and drove home as fast as I could, so I could try to tell my parents before she did, thankfully I was successful. While my mom was busy berating me, and being concerned whether we’d used protection, which we had, my father was busy grinning from ear to ear, and sneaking me a thumbs-up whenever my mom wasn’t paying attention to him. While my dad obviously thought it was hilarious, I understood when he had to agree to ground me for the entire three-week Christmas vacation.
At first, it wasn’t such a bad deal; I couldn’t really do anything, since I had no homework, but I also wasn’t allowed out to see friends, which meant I didn’t have to go out in the cold. Suffice to say, it was a pretty boring few weeks, and I was actually excited about going back to school for the first time in years.
When I got to school that Monday, I had no idea the disaster that was waiting for me. I hadn’t been able to use the phone or computer, so I was completely out of touch with what had happened over the holidays. As it turns out, Emily did get transferred to a female boarding school that wasn’t even in the same country. I was pretty upset, and Bill definitely noticed.
“Dude, you’ll get over it soon enough – there’s definitely enough pussy in this school.”
“Yea, I know. It still sucks though… I’m going from pretty much daily fucking to nothing. I haven’t even fucked in over three weeks because of this shit.” I felt pretty low right then.
As we turned the corner, I knocked Mrs. Curtis right on her ass.
“Oh man, I’m so sorry, Mrs. Curtis! Are you alright?”
“I think so,” she responded, as she slowly got to her feet. “I think I might have sprained my wrist. You boys go on your way, and enjoy your lunch. I’m sure you have a lot to catch up about,” she winked at me as she rubbed her wrist and brushed past us down the hall.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Bill asked.
“I have no idea. Whatever, dude. I gotta take a leak before History – save me a seat,” I told him as I quickly went to relieve myself.
After school, I decided to check and see if Mrs. Curtis was alright. When I poked my head in her office door, she had an ice pack on her wrist, and it looked pretty swollen.
“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Curtis,” I told her.
She jumped up, startled at the sudden company.
“It’s ok, Rob. It was an honest mistake, I’m sure”, she flashed me the cheery, reassuring smile. “I could use a hand again, though… probably for a week or two.”
“Absolutely, Mrs. Curtis. I couldn’t let a poor, helpless lady putter around the gym with only one good hand,” I smiled at her, as she faked a frown, and then quickly laughed at my playful humour.
After a moment, Mrs. Curtis seemed to get serious.
“How come you never joined the basketball team, Rob? I know you’re not as tall as some of the other guys, but you’ve gotten into pretty good shape this year, and you’d probably be a good asset to the team with your endurance.”
“To be honest, Mrs. Curtis, basketball’s never interested me. Outside of gym class, I’ve never really played much.”
“Oh, I see what’s going on,” that dirty smile slowly appearing on her face. “You suck!”
I felt myself blushing a little, knowing she understood completely why I didn’t play on the team.
“It’s ok, Rob. You’re pretty good at baseball and lacrosse, you can play those too.” She was clearly trying to restore my confidence.
“I’d love to be on the basketball team, Mrs. Curtis. Most of those guys have been on it all through elementary and junior high, though. I haven’t put in the practice to compete on that level.”
“Well maybe you could spend the rest of this year learning how, and make the team next year with ease?” She was definitely pushing the subject – I knew she had some kind of angle that I wasn’t sensing.
“I guess I could. I don’t think I’d like to be seen taking basketball lessons, though. That’s pretty embarrassing for a guy who’s spent the last few months at the gym, you know?”
“Well maybe you could get one of the teachers to teach you. I’m pretty sure that one of your teachers played in university. In fact, I’m positive one of your teachers played…” she trailed off, curiously looking around the room, before making eye-contact and bursting out into laughter.
“You played college ball?” I asked her, clearly in disbelief.
“Just because I’m 5’2” doesn’t mean I don’t have what it takes. My team made it to the national semi-finals in my senior year, so I think I might know a thing or two about playing.”
“I had no idea…” I struggled to find the right words to say, “I guess if you had time, I’d definitely love to learn!”
“Well how about we start with some basics today, and we’ll go forward as my wrist gets a little better? Thankfully, it’s not my shooting hand, but it’s still probably too sore to work on some of the fundamentals.”
She quickly began to show me some of the basics about dribbling, shooting, and passing. Whenever she told me to watch her, she had her head turned, and had no idea that I was fully eyeballing her tits and ass through her gym clothes.
By the end of the week, she had started to teach me about intricate ball control.
“One of the most important things you will ever do in this game, is boxing out. You essentially use your body to keep whoever is guarding you at maximum distance from the ball.”
She was in a rather seductive position, even if she didn’t know it. She was in a half-squat, with her ass sticking out right towards me.
“Don’t just stand there,” she scolded me, “get up here and play some D!”
I quickly walked up to just behind her, making sure there was some room between my cock and her ass. She quickly threw my carefulness out the window, however, and began moving back and up into my cock, grinding her sweet, round ass into it every time she bumped me. She spun around me, and threw an easy layup in the basket.
“What’s the matter?” She asked. “Clearly you were playing better than that yesterday!”
“I got distracted. Sorry,” I offered a weak apology for my poor attempt.
We got back into position once more, my dick starting to become engorged with blood. She bumped right into my cock again, noticeably lingering for a moment, before pushing off, and bumping a few more times. She stopped dead in her tracks after a few bumps, with my now erect cock wedged right between her cheeks. She casually dropped the ball, letting it bounce a few times, before she slowly turned her head and looked me dead in the eye.
“Is that what distracted you,” she asked me, slowly reaching one hand behind her ass to grab my throbbing erection.
All I could do was mutter “Uhh” a few times, while she decided to take full control of the situation.
Turning her body around, she grabbed my cock threw my basketball shorts with both hands and whispered something so barely audible, that it still resounds in my head today, “…Fuck me, she wasn’t kidding.”
This left me a little confused, before she managed to gain my attention, looking through my eyes, right at my exposed soul.
“You better come to my office, so we can discuss what just happened,” she quickly snapped me out of my trance.
I assumed she was going to apologize profusely, and reassure me that ‘these things happen’, and it’s all a part of puberty – the usual health class spiel. Instead, she continued to tug me, leading me by my stiff cock to her office. The second we got into her office, she quickly turned around, locking the door. She then proceeded to turn the gym and office lights off, and closed the blinds, allowing just enough light in from outside so that we could see each other.
“You can’t tell anyone about this. Ever. I could get fired, Rob. I could go to jail. I have two kids to think about.” She continued to blabber, seemingly almost in tears.
“You kept my and Emily’s secret,” I slowly responded. “I think it’s only fair that I keep yours.”
She looked like she’d been stabbed through the heart, and tears finally began to run down her cheeks.
“That’s not entirely true, Rob,” she began to sob hysterically.
“What do you mean?”
“Didn’t you ever wonder how it was a little odd that both of your parents and Emily’s mom were all home so early at the same time?”
The realization of what she had just told me was like a punch to the stomach. My knees immediately felt week, and I quickly sagged to the floor in complete disbelief.
“I’m so sorry, Rob. I never wanted you to find out about that,” she looked at me, pleading through her tears.
“Then why the fuck would you do it!” I found myself suddenly screaming at her.
“I’m sure you’ve heard the rumours, Rob… you have to have heard them. Every year, I hear girls whispering about it in the bathroom. Every year, I hear immature little fuckers bragging about how they’ve fucked me.”
“You’re saying rumours, but I don’t know if I can trust you right now,” I spat at her, my words like a corrosive acid to her emotions.
“You want the truth, Rob? I’ve been married to the same man since the summer after high school. I love him with all my heart, and he is my true love, the one that I will always be with,” she trailed off, letting that thought linger momentarily. “But, he’s not always home, and I’m finding myself wanting more every year that passes. Even when he does have time to fuck me lately, it just doesn’t satisfy me. You won’t fully appreciate your penis until you’re older, Rob. The fact that you can probably fuck for hours with minimal breaks. The fact that you can probably cum five times and still be hard enough to keep going.”
I didn’t quite understand her point, so I just stared at her with a very doubting look on my face.
“I never fucked that accountant. I was at a staff party just before graduation that year, and I was very drunk. He was trying to take advantage of me out behind the bar, when a student, Joe, walked past. Joe told him to fuck off, and made sure I was ok. He helped me regain my composure, and then got a cab and personally walked me to my door. I thanked him by offering him inside for a drink, as my husband was on a business trip.”
“And that’s when he fucked you?” I cut in rudely.
“No, Rob. Joe is gay. He genuinely was concerned that I was in distress. He told me I deserved much better than being raped in alley. I had seen him in gym class though, Rob. He was about as hung as you are. I knew then that I had to have him, at least in part. I begged him, Rob. I begged him to fuck me, and he absolutely refused. After a while, I finally managed to convince him to let me jerk him off. And while he was enjoying that, I blew him too. But he never fucked me, the thought was disgusting to him.”
I had been so lost in arousal by her story, that I didn’t even notice that she’d taken off her gym clothes and was crawling towards me wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
“And that’s all that you’ve ever done. You’ve been faithful to your husband all these years, despite blowing a gay dude, and all those things are really rumours?”
Her hands were slowly sliding up my legs as she bit her bottom lip and nodded at me.
“When I heard Emily saying how fucking big you were, it brought me back to that night. I knew I was going to fuck you, I wasn’t going to let a cock this big get away from me again. When you told me what Emily’s parents would do, I knew immediately what I had to do. I’m sorry she got sent away, but I was being selfish. Now I know it was for the best.”
I quickly stood up, startling her. As she looked up at me and began to pull my pants down, I reached my hand up and backhanded her across the face.
“What the fuck?” She was clearly shocked at what I had just done.
“You deserved that,” I said coldly, as I pulled her back onto her knees by her hair.
With tears in her eyes, she looked up at me, cowering a little in anticipation of being struck again. I tightened my grip on her hair, while slowly pulling her towards my still covered cock.
“You said you had to have it. Get to fucking work,” I yelled at her, animal rage taking over.
She quickly licked her lips and pulled my basketball shorts of, licking the outline of my cock through my boxers. I pulled her back roughly with her hair and leaned in to kiss her, shoving my tongue into her mouth, and biting her lip hard as I pulled away.
She clearly was not used to being treated roughly, and appeared slightly dazed until I let go of her hair and pulled my boxers off, kicking them onto her desk. Grabbing her hair once more, I slapped her face lightly, showing her I meant business.
“Open up and get what you’ve been after, slut.”
A glimmer appeared in her eyes and she immediately tried to deep throat me, choking on her first attempt. As she tried to pull me out of her and try again, she got a quick realization of who was in control. Grabbing her hair even tighter, I began to pump half of my cock in and out of her mouth.
“Take your bra off, slut. I want to see your tits flopping around when I really start to fuck your face.”
She immediately unhooked her bra, letting her slightly sagging tits free from their constraint. I grinned briefly, before starting to fuck further into her mouth. Her hands were flailing wildly, trying to find something to push against, but I wasn’t allowing it, as I entered her throat, pushing roughly until she looked like she was about to pass out.
I pushed her onto her back and barked at her to lift her hips, to which she weakly complied. Ripping her panties off, I was surprised to be greeted by a completely smooth pussy. I quickly shoved two fingers into her cunt, sliding in effortlessly – she was soaked.
In a moment of empathy, I quickly asked her if she had any protection.
“Don’t need any, just fuck me already!” She screamed at me, pushing her hips up to try and force the situation.
As I lined my cock up with her pussy, I roughly grabbed both her nipples, pinching them hard as I plunged into her pussy. She wasn’t lying about her husband’s lack of sexual appetite; despite having two kids, her pussy was tight enough to grip my cock like a glove. I immediately began pounding her pussy for all I was worth, sweat dripping off my brow right onto her face. I hooked my arms underneath her armpits, grabbing her shoulders from behind. Leveraging myself for deeper penetration, I could feel her pussy start to spasm around me, I held my cock deep to enjoy the show her quivering was giving my hard cock.
As her orgasm subsided, she looked absolutely drained; for a gym teacher, she wasn’t in the greatest shape. I took this opportunity to get my final revenge on her for fucking my relationship with Emily up.
“Get ready for the big finale, Mrs. Curtis,” I snickered as I stuck three fingers into her mouth, met by her greedily sucking on them, and covering them with her saliva.
I proceeded to spit on her little asshole, roughly pushing one finger in, followed by the second, and the third after a moment or two.
Still recovering from her massive orgasm, she managed to gasp at me, “I’ve never been fucked in the ass…. please… please don’t.”
As I pulled the three fingers out of her ass, I leaned over, kissing her once more, before shoving my three wet fingers back into her mouth. As she quickly realized what had just happened, she began to squirm underneath me, which I stopped with a vicious slap on her ass.
As she cried out in pain, I took my cock and plunged it into her virgin asshole, grabbing her throat from behind.
She began to choke and cry, not fighting back at all, seemingly acknowledging that this was going to happen whether she wanted it or not. After a few minutes of punishing her even tighter asshole, I decided she had had enough being treated like a piece of meat and gave her a proposition.
“Mrs. Curtis,” I began, slowly catching my breath from the thirty minutes of hard pounding I had just given her.
“Melanie,” she responded, meekly.
“What?”
“After what we’ve just done, I think it’s ok for you to call me Melanie,” she muttered, completely defeated.
“Fine,” I rolled my eyes. “Melanie, would you like to suck my cock, knowing that I’ve just spent the last five minutes in your shithole?”
Hesitating for only a second, she nodded her head twice.
I pulled her to her feet and turned her around, my cock poking her in her stomach. I slowly leaned it, and gently kissed her on the lips, with my closed mouth. Holding the back of her head lightly, I pulled her towards me and hugged her close, my cock now pushing up and resting just inside the bottom of her bosom.
“Why are you being so nice now?” She noticed the quick change in my actions.
“When we do this again on Monday, I don’t want you to hate me,” I responded, slowly cupping her large ass.
“We’ll be doing this again on Monday either way,” she told me, slowly dropping back to her knees.
Not even bothering to wipe my cock off with anything, she pushed me into her chair, and slowly wrapped her lips around my tool. She proceeded to give me the most sensual blowjob I’ve ever received. Cupping my balls gently, she slowly bobbed up and down, swirling her tongue over my throbbing purple head before bobbing back down once more. Within a few brief minutes, I told her I was going to cum, and she just nodded.
For the first time in a month, my cock erupted not by my own hand, and it felt incredible. Melanie swallowed the entire load, not missing a drop, before straddling over my still hard-cock on her knees and slipping her salty tongue into my mouth.

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ITCS – The Girl Of My Dreams

This is the first story i have written about my personal sexual encounters. This and all other stories i submit under the its ITCS are 100% true. I am from UK and as such some of my words i use may be a bit different from you guys.