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***First Love ***
We'd been making out for close to fifteen minutes, and
things were starting to get pretty hot. Jill leaned
forward and pressed her ruby red lips to mine, and I
responded by pulling her closer to me. The feel of
her feminine body aroused me to new heights. There
seemed to be a fire burning in my pants, and I was
eager to douse the flames. "Perhaps this will be the
night," I thought to myself. As we continued to kiss,
I took a quick look at my surroundings. The pine
bench in the dugout seemed to be up to the
task…hopefully Jill would be too.
Slowly, I ran my hand up her slim leg. Just touching
her in an erotic way was enough to send bolts of
electricity through my body. She responded with a
soft moan. Again, I pulled her tightly to me, making
her aware of the stiffness in my pants. We stopped
kissing long enough to take a seat. Next door, the
crowd continued to roar at the football field, but I
was oblivious to them as I marveled at Jill's beauty.
She was a true knockout, and I felt fortunate to be
dating her. Chin-length blonde hair framed a cute
face, which was highlighted by big blue eyes and a
slightly upturned nose. Her lips were full and pouty,
and the deep red lipstick she wore accentuated them.
Her body was slim and curvy with nice full breast and
an ass made to fill out jeans, although she hardly
ever wore them. Tonight, she was wearing a pink
button down sweater that hugged her bosom, and an
ankle length blue skirt. In looks and attitude, she
was the prototypical "goody-goody school girl", and I
was very attracted to her…mentally and physically.
The fact that she was somewhat bookish made her less
popular with most guys, but her brains had never
intimidated me.
Sitting on the dugout bench at the empty baseball
field, our passion drew us together again. Jill
kissed me forcefully, and I allowed my hands to slide
down and stroke her butt. I had touched her ass on
several occasions, but it still excited me. After
three months of dating, we were still virgins, so
every little step counted. We had been at the
fondling stage for what seemed like an eternity, but I
had yet to remove any of her clothing, which led me to
believe that actual sex was still a long way off.
We kissed aggressively, and I started to lean back,
allowing Jill to straddle me. We both started to
breathe heavy as our crotches rubbed together
fiercely. Jill slid her hand down and started to rub
my swollen cock through my pants. This had become
part of our routine a few weeks earlier. Her motions
were haphazard and sloppy, but it was a step in the
right direction.
"I'm so turned on," I whispered. Jill responded with
a soft moan. Her short blonde hair hung in her face
as she continued to grind her hips against mine. She
supported herself with one hand, while the other
frantically stroked on my cock. Instinctively, I
reached up and started to unbutton her sweater. I got
halfway down, exposing a pretty bra with a pink floral
pattern that was being stretched to its limits by two
very full breasts. Her nipples were extremely hard,
and I could see them protruding through the satin
material. I was shocked that things had gotten this
far, and I didn't want her to stop and think.
Eagerly, I leaned up and began to kiss her neck,
quickly working my way down to the tops of her
breasts. Jill continued to moan softly as she rubbed
her crotch against mine. I reached up and took a
breast in my hand, rubbing on her nipple through the
thin fabric with my thumb. Jill responded with a
high-pitched squeal of delight. I reached up and
grabbed the top of her bra, planning to gaze upon a
woman's breast for the first time, and then suddenly
Jill was pushing away.
"No…no," she said standing up. She took a few steps
back, still trying to catch her breathe. Her hair was
slightly damp from her own sweat, despite the chilly
night air.
"What?" I asked as I stood up. "What's wrong?" I got
up quickly and walked over to her. We started to
kiss, and my hands returned to her perfect butt.
Initially, she returned my kiss, but after a few
seconds she put a hand on my chest, pushing me away
again. She reached down and started to button her
sweater.
"We can't do this," she said. "Not here."
"Well, we're smart kids," I responded. "I'm sure we
can think of someplace else to go."
She looked at me with a stunned look. "No, what I
mean," she stammered, "is that we can't do this. Not
now. I'm not ready."
I spent the next ten minutes trying to change her
mind, knowing in my heart it was hopeless. It was
hard to hide my disgust and frustration. Finally, she
finished by telling me we should cool down for a
while, and that she was going to sit with her friends.
"I love you," she said, giving me a light kiss. I
didn't respond, as I walked off into the shadows,
feeling a mixture of guilt and pleasure for snubbing
her. She stood staring at me for a few minutes, and
then walked back to the crowded stadium to find her
friends. I knew she would be near tears, and despite
my desire to go and comfort her, a part of me felt
that she deserved to have her feelings hurt, even
though she had done nothing wrong.
I stayed hidden for the rest of the evening, sitting
in the shadows trying to understand my emotions,
avoiding Jill, but keeping an eye on her at the same
time. When the football game ended, I knew she would
look for me, but I remained out of sight until I saw
her leave with her friends. I was planning to sulk a
little longer, when I suddenly realized that I didn't
have a ride home.
I started to walk around the stadium, hoping to find
one of my friends, but they had apparently all left.
They probably assumed that I was off fooling around
with Jill, which was exactly where I wanted to be. I
was about to give up when I bumped into Ashley Welch.
"Hey, how are you," she called out, walking over to
give me a hug. I had known Ashley most of my life.
She was a year older than me and lived next door. We
had been best friends when we were younger, and she
was the first girl I had kissed in junior high. In
high school, Ashley had become extremely popular, due
mostly to her good looks, great personality, and the
fact that she was a little slutty—at least according
to the rumors. As a result, the two of us had grown
apart over the past few years, but she was still very
friendly every time I saw her.
As she hugged me, I felt the familiar stirring in my
jeans. Apparently, my blood was still flowing from
earlier. I pushed her away quickly, hoping she hadn't
noticed. "Ashley, I have a huge favor to ask?"
"What is it?" she asked with a smile.
"Can you give me a ride home? I missed mine."
"Sure," she said. "I was about to leave…I'm eager to
get out of this outfit." She was referring to her
cheerleading uniform, which she looked spectacular in.
It was comprised of a short green pleated skirt, and a
white sweater with green lettering. Ashley was a
short girl with a very petite, athletic body. She had
a pretty smile, long dark hair, and big brown eyes. I
had fantasized about her plenty of time in her
uniform…the thought of her taking it off made my blood
start to boil. It seemed like the built up
frustration from Jill was causing me to get horny at
the drop of a hat.
Ashley grabbed her pom-poms and said goodbye to her
friends, then we walked out to her car. "So, we
haven't talked in while," she said after we left the
parking lot. "Where's your girlfriend tonight?
Aren't you dating that blonde girl? I can't remember
her name."
"Jill," I answered. "We got into a bit of a fight,
and she went home with her friends." I don't know why
I told Ashley the truth, but I had always been honest
with her, and lying then didn't make sense. She asked
if I thought we would get over it, and I told her we
probably would.
"So, what was it about?" she asked. "Jealousy or
sex?"
I was astounded by the question. "What?" I responded.
"At your age, there are only two real things to fight
about," she began. "Either someone is jealous, or
someone has a problem with the sex."
"We're not having any sex. That's the problem," I
answered.
"That sucks. How long have you been dating?" she
asked. I told her it had been three month. "Holy
shit!" Ashley exclaimed. "You must be going nuts.
What the hell's wrong with her?"
"She a virgin," I answered. "Both of us are.
Apparently, I'm the only one who wants to change
that."
"Even for a virgin, that's a long time," she said. "I
mean, I gave it up to Richie Jones after two months,
and I was a year younger than Jill." I was a little
surprised by the way Ashley was talking. I had never
heard a girl use the phrase "gave it up."
"How about a blow job?" Ashley continued.
"No, she doesn't do that either," I responded. "Right
now, I would be happy just to get a hand job from her,
but I haven't been that lucky either.
Ashley giggled. "That sucks," she said, "but it's not
what I was asking. What I meant was, 'How would you
like a blow job from me?'"
I stared at her with a blank face, not knowing how to
respond. Surely, she must be joking. I was still
thinking up my response as we pulled into her
driveway.
"Cat got your tongue?" she asked. "Look, my parents
aren't expecting me in for another hour at least. I
usually go out with my friends after the game, but
tonight I brought you home instead. You got a hard on
earlier from me hugging you, so I know your horny. I
enjoy doing it, and I'm pretty sure you will like it,
so why not?"
I started to protest, but there was no point.
Obviously, I hadn't been able to hide my erection
earlier. Finally, I was able to speak again. "Where
will we do it at?"
"Remember that old fort we had growing up? Let's go
there. I've used it to fool around plenty of times"
Once again I was shocked. I had been using the fort
as a place to make out with Jill, and even had a box
of rubbers stashed there for the future. It was
amazing that we hadn't bumped into Ashley there one
night.
Sheepishly, I agreed to go with her. After all, how
could I say 'no'? We got out of the car, and she
walked around and gave me a kiss, firmly pressing her
taut, petite body against mine. It took me less than
a second to become rock hard. "You're going to love
this," she said with a wicked smile. She briefly
squeezed my cock through my pants before turning away.
It was only a brief touch, but right away I noticed
she had a lot more knowledge of the area than my
girlfriend.
She led the way around the side of her house in the
dark, while I followed, enjoying every movement of her
tight little ass. My dick was so hard that I could
barely walk. I couldn't believe what was happening.
This was like a story from the "Penthouse Forum", or
one of the porno movies I had watched with my friends.
Here was a pretty brunette cheerleader, in uniform,
asking to suck my cock for no apparent reason.
Apparently, all the rumors at school were true.
Ashley was a slut, and at that moment, I couldn't be
happier to learn the truth.
I followed Ashley into the woods, following the
winding trail by heart. I had been down it thousands
of times. At the end was a small wooden shack, next
to a small stream. Our fathers had built it years ago
for the two of us to play in. Inside, there was a
homemade table where Ashley used to throw her tea
parties, and there was a mattress in the corner where
the two of us used to "camp out" as children. All in
all, it was a nice little fort, although it had no
electricity or running water. We went in, and Ashley
turned on the battery-powered lantern in the corner.
"Are you nervous?" she asked. I shook my head.
"Don't be," she said, stepping towards me. "I know
what I'm doing." Seconds later we were kissing, and I
was hotter than I had ever been in my life. Maybe it
was just the knowledge that I was actually going to do
something serious, but I was more turned on then I'd
ever been with Jill. As we kissed, Ashley stroked my
cock through my pants. Instinctively, I slid my hand
up her bare thighs, lifting her green pleated skirt,
fondling her ass. She began to take control, pushing
me towards the mattress on the floor. Before I knew
it, I was on my back with her on top of me.
She positioned herself between my legs, and quickly
opened my pants, and for the first time in my life, a
woman's hand gripped my erect cock. My whole body
shivered, and I thought I would cum right away.
Somehow, I managed to hold out.
Ashley reached down, grabbed her sweater, and quickly
pulled it over her head. I was delighted to gaze upon
a white sports bra, with a small amount of flawless
cleavage protruding. "I don't need to mess that up,"
she said. I wanted her to take off the bra, but I was
to shy to ask.
She leaned forward, and her long dark hair tickled my
throbbing shaft. I moaned with delight. She looked
up at me and smiled. "Do you know why I brought you
here?" she asked. I told her I didn't. "I don't
really know either," she continued. As she talked,
she rhythmically squeezed the head of my cock with her
hand. "Let me tell you a secret," she began. "I had
a crush on you for years growing up. I know that's a
silly reason to do this now, but I guess old feelings
die hard. I'd never even thought about dong something
like this until we hugged earlier, and when I felt you
getting hard, I couldn't resist. I couldn't get it
out of mine." She smiled at me again, and this time I
saw a bit of innocence in her eyes. She followed the
innocent smile with a naughty grin, and placed her
tongue on the tip of my penis. Slowly, she licked up
and down my shaft. My whole body began to quiver with
delight. The feeling was unlike anything I'd ever
expected, yet still amazing.
I had never suspected Ashley to have a crush on me
when we were younger. In truth, it probably wouldn't
have mattered. She was very tomboyish growing up, and
I had never thought of her that way. It wasn't until
high school, when she became feminine and popular that
I started to notice her, but by that time we hardly
ever talked, and she was just the subject of my
fantasies. But now, the fantasies were coming true.
Ashley began to knead my balls gently with her hand.
She ran her tongue up and down my ridge, and I
couldn't stop groaning with pleasure. "You've got a
beautiful cock," she whispered. I was surprised and
delighted by her language. Jill would never have
talked like that. She preferred to say "it" or
"penis". "It's really big," she continued. I smiled
with delight. Like any teenage male, I had looked
around the shower after gym, and I knew I was "gifted"
compared to most guys. Ashley started to gently rake
her teeth up and down my throbbing organ. "Are you
ready," she asked. I couldn't talk. I just nodded.
Slowly, she wrapped her lips around the head of my
cock. Again, I felt my body began to quiver. I slid
my fingers through her dark silky hair, pulling it
back from her face. She shot me a smile with my cock
still in her mouth. Then she started to move, taking
me in deeper. Her tongue flicked around my cock,
teasing it, as she took me into her mouth. My hips
started to move uncontrollably, forcing my way down
her throat, humping her face. I closed my eyes as she
began to suck forcefully, still flicking her tongue
around. My breathing got faster as I started humping
without abandon. I twirled my fingers tighter in her
dark hair, and she responded by sucking harder.
Seconds later, I felt myself losing control. For the
first time in my life, I orgasmed in the presence of
another person. Involuntarily, I continued to fuck
her face while my cock exploded in her mouth. Ashley
continued to smile as drops of semen ran over her
lips, dripping onto the tops of her small breasts and
sports bra. Seconds later, it was all over, but my
mind was still spinning. It had taken less than 3
minutes from the time she took my cock into her lips,
but it had seemed like an eternity.
Ashley laid down next to me on the mattress. I began
to thank her repeatedly, and she only smiled. After a
while, she put her sweater back on, and we left the
cabin, heading home. I started to wonder how this
would change our relationship, and what I would do
about Jill. Before we went out separate ways, Ashley
stopped me.
"There's a big party tomorrow night," she said. "I
don't have a date. Would you like to come?"
Jill had plans with her parents that night, so I
agreed to go. "This should be interesting" I thought
to myself. Ashley hugged me tightly and the two of us
kissed.
"I had fun," she said.
"Me too." I could already feel my dick getting hard
again. I knew I would jack off the second I got
inside. I had known about masturbation for a long
time, but it seemed I had never done it that often
before Jill came along. Foolishly, at the time I
thought it was just a phase. Surely, once I was able
to "get some action", I would put masturbation behind
me forever.
The moment Ashley kissed me goodnight I realized
nothing could be further from the truth. I stood in
the chilly night air, watching her every step as she
returned to her house. Only half an hour had passed
since she had given me my first blowjob.
Nevertheless, her touch had caused me to come fully
erect once more.
Everything about her made me horny. I loved the way
her cheerleading uniform clung to her tight, petite
body. The way her ass moved beneath the green pleated
skirt was intoxicating. Her dark, silky hair, and
porcelain like skin were like something from classic
artwork. Her simple, natural beauty was almost
unbelievable.
As she entered the back door of her house, I turned
and walked home. I went quickly to my bedroom and
undressed in seconds. I stood in the dark, with my
erect cock standing out in front of me. I looked out
the window, and noticed the light on in Ashley's room.
The events of the evening started to play back in my
head. I sat down on the bed and began to stroke my
cock as I thought about making out with Jill, and then
Ashley. The two girls were very different. Jill was
tall and blonde with a curvy figure. Ashley was
short, with dark hair, and a tight body. Jill dressed
conservatively, while Ashley preferred sexy outfits.
Jill was a bookish good girl and Ashley was an
outgoing, sensual cheerleader. Again, my life was
starting to remind me of the "Penthouse Forum."
I started to stroke my cock harder, as I drew a more
erotic comparison. I had seen both of them in their
bra, and Jill's breasts were round and full. Ashley's
were much smaller, and seemed to be perky. Jill's
kisses were passionate, but Ashley had displayed lust
and hunger with her lips. Jill and Ashley had both
gotten me turned on through the course of the evening,
but Ashley was the only one who did something about
it.
In the end, that was the point that stuck, as I began
to picture Ashley on her knees in front of me again.
I imagined her still in uniform, kneeling on my
bedroom floor, with my stiff cock in her tiny hand. I
began to stroke my cock fiercely as fantasy Ashley
told me how good I looked, and how she was impressed
by my dick. Then, she looked at me with those big
brown eyes and whispered the magic words. "Fuck me."
My cock spasmed in my hand as I shot my load across
the room. A few minutes later, I was under the covers
and drifting off to sleep, looking forward to my date
with Ashley.
**********
My bedroom door swung open with a crash, and instantly
I was awake. I glanced at the clock and realized it
was morning. Standing in the doorway, I saw Ashley
and Jill together. The stepped into the room, and
Jill slammed the door behind her. I felt my heart
jumping in my chest, and I suddenly felt nauseous.
Nothing good could come of this situation. Ashley
must have told Jill about the blowjob!
"Ashley told me about last night," Jill almost
shouted. I started to hope for death. "What the hell
were you thinking?" she demanded. I sat stammering in
my bed, still naked beneath the covers. "I only want
to know one thing," she continued. Suddenly, her
scowl turned into a wicked grin. "How come you didn't
invite me?"
I sat in my bed confused, and for the first time, I
noticed that both girls were wearing ankle length
trench coats and high heels. They both removed the
coats, and my jaw hit the floor. Standing before me
were two beautiful girls in their underwear. Ashley's
long dark hair was pulled back in a flaming red
ribbon. She was wearing a lacy red push up bra, with
a matching g-string. Red heels, a garter belt, and
stocking finished her ensemble.
Jill's outfit was similarly erotic. Her blonde hair
was pulled back with a white ribbon, and her heels and
stockings were also white. To finish it off, she wore
a lacy white teddy, which was nearly transparent. Her
large breasts were nearly spilling out of the top. I
noticed my now erect cock had made a tent out of the
bed sheets.
"We've been planning this for months," Ashley said as
they walked to my bed. The two girls sat down on
either side of me. Ashley grabbed the sheets and
threw them aside, exposing my stiff member. Then, the
two girls leaned over me and started to kiss. It was
slow at first, but quickly filled with passion. Both
of them were moaning with delight, and I could see
their hard nipples through their clothing. Ashley
fondled Jill's breast as the girls continued to make
out.
When they parted, Jill smiled at me. "I think you've
been waiting to see these for a long time," she said.
Slowly she began to lower her teddy, exposing her
breasts.
"HONEY!"
"Who was that shouting?" I thought to myself. Was
that my mother?
I looked around, and the room was staring to fade.
Jill was still pulling her top down, when I heard the
shout again.
Suddenly I was awake, and sitting up in bed. I looked
around. There were no girls in my room. I was alone.
I looked at the clock. It was nearly noon.
Downstairs, I heard my mother call once more for my
father.
"Shit," I muttered. "Only a dream, and I still didn't
see her tits." I quickly realized that the only thing
real about the dream was my massive hard on. Slowly,
I climbed out of bed and over to my bathroom. I got
in the shower and masturbated once again, as I cleared
the sleep from my brain.
*********
The day seemed to drag on forever. Finally, in the
late evening, I heard the doorbell ring. A few
minutes later I heard my father calling for me.
When I went downstairs, Ashley was sitting in the
living room chatting pleasantly with my mother. I
noticed the big smile on Mom's face. Our families
were close friends, and I think secretly they had
always dreamed of a wedding for Ashley and I.
I also noticed Ashley. She looked spectacular. Her
dark hair was curled slightly, and she wore bright red
lipstick. She had on a short gray skirt, with slits
on both side, and long-sleeved black satin blouse that
wasn't tucked in. Her stockings were nude colored, and
her shoes were black. After exchanging pleasantries
with my parents, we finally made our way out the door.
The two of us walked across the yard to Ashley's house
and got in her car.
"So," she began once we were seated. "Do you feel
guilty about last night?" I told her I didn't.
"Good," she replied with a wink.
We got to the party around 9 o'clock. It was some
rich football player whose parents had foolishly left
him home alone. There was plenty of beer, liquor, and
other party favors. As soon as we were in the door,
Ashley was off talking to friends. For the first half
hour or so, I tried to mingle, but as the evening
progressed, I started to realize that Ashley had
brought me along as a friend, not as a date. Every
now and then, I saw her dancing with some guy, or
giggling with some girls. Eventually, I just found a
quite corner and just drank by myself.
It was after 11 before Ashley found me again. "Hey,"
she said. I could tell right away that she had been
drinking. I also noticed she had unbuttoned her
blouse a bit, and when she leaned forward, I could see
her cleavage, and a pretty black bra. "Are you having
fun yet?" she asked. I lied, and told her that I was.
"Why don't we go for a walk?" She grabbed my hand and
pulled me from my seat. I was still feeling a little
depressed, but I followed her anyway.
We walked out the back door where there was a large
swimming pool. Despite the chilly autumn air, there
were several drunk people in the water. There were
also several couple making out in lounge chairs in the
shadows. One girl was even moaning passionately as
her boyfriend fucked her out in the open. "Never
underestimate the power of alcohol," I thought to
myself. Still, I was suddenly becoming aroused, and
despite being upset with Ashley, I was also very
curious.
She led the way around the pool to a small changing
house. Ashley reached under the doormat and produced
a key. It occurred to me that she had been there
before. We went in, and she locked the door. Inside
there was a couch, television, and other amenities.
Ashley turned on a lamp in the corner.
"I lost my virginity here to Reggie's big brother
Richie," Ashley said. Reggie was the fellow throwing
the party. Richie had went off to play college ball 2
years earlier. "I thought it would be a good place
for you."
She leaned forward to kiss me, and despite my arousal,
I pulled away. She asked what was wrong, and I vented
my frustration about being ditched all evening.
"Look," she responded. "I'm here now, aren't I?" She
took my hand and began to massage it. "I could have
had any guy here, any guy in our school, but I chose
you. Doesn't that count for something?"
She made a point that I couldn't argue with, and this
time I let her kiss me.
"You look beautiful, Ashley," I said.
"Thank you," she answered, "But you don't have to
flatter me. I'm not your girlfriend. I'm a sure
thing."
I started to tell her that it wasn't flattery, but she
silenced me with a long, wet kiss. Feeling her tight
little body against mine drove me wild. As we kissed,
I ran my hand along her slim figure, starting with her
hip, and moving up to her breast. At the same time,
Ashley quickly began open my pants. She reached in my
open fly and started to stroke my throbbing dick. We
continued to kiss passionately as she guided me across
the room to the couch.
I sat down abruptly, and Ashley stood in front of me.
"Do you trust me?" she asked. I nodded my head.
"Then just do everything I say, and I promise this
will be a night you never forget. Hell, you may even
learn a few tricks for that little girlfriend of
yours." The mention of Jill made me cringe, but I
quickly got over it and told Ashley I was eager to
learn.
She began by having me remove all of my clothing. I
had never been ashamed of my body, so I obliged
eagerly, quickly stripping off everything I was
wearing, even my socks. Once again I sat on the cool
leather couch, now completely nude, with my large cock
sticking out in front of me like some absurd compass
needle. For a second, I feared that I may be the
victim of a prank, and that the whole party was
waiting to walk in on me naked. Ashley quickly
removed all my doubts.
"Now it's my turn," she said seductively. She reached
under her skirt and quickly slid her panty hose off.
Next, she grasped my hand and placed on her hip. I
felt the zipper for her skirt, and slid it down
gracefully, trying not to reveal my eagerness. The
little gray skirt fell into a pile around her ankles,
revealing a pair of tiny black panties. It wasn't the
red g-string from my dream, but it was still very
sexy. Ashley straddled me and grasped my cock in her
tiny hand. She pressed it firmly against her satin
panties, and I instantly felt the heat contained in
the flimsy cloth. We started to kiss, and Ashley kept
my cock tight against her crotch as we began to dry
hump. I could feel the dampness now.
Eagerly, I began to open her blouse, revealing the
lacy black bra I had glimpsed earlier in the evening.
She threw the blouse aside while continuing the grind
against my swollen cock. Drops of pre-cum began to
run down my lengthy shaft.
I reached for her bra, and started to pull it down.
Ashley responded by slapping my hand playfully. "Not
yet," she said. She stopped grinding and stood up in
front of me. In the little black panties and bra, her
petite figure looked spectacular. Already, I was
thinking about all the porno flicks I had ever watched
with the guys, plotting which movies I would use on
her. I wanted to try it all.
In front of me, Ashley dropped to her knees. She
started rubbing my balls with one hand, while the
other stroked my hard penis. It felt so good that I
was suddenly unable to speak. "Did you like what I
did last night?" Ashley asked provocatively. I knew
she was teasing me now, and I was enjoying every
second. I nodded my head. She stuck her tongue out
and flipped it across the head of my cock. "You
know," she began, "you have a spectacular cock." I
was pleased with the comment, as any man would be.
She took her tongue, and traced in around the tip of
my penis. "I think you are the biggest I've ever
seen. At least second. I've been wondering all day
what you would feel like inside me." Her dirty talk
was driving me wild. I had never heard a girl speak
so naughty.
She quickly smiled up at me, then placed the head of
my cock in her mouth. Suddenly, it was like a switch
had been flipped. Her lips closed tightly over my
tip, and she sucked fiercely. It was completely
different from her method the night before. She
sucked like a vacuum, while her tongue flicked quickly
across the hole. Her left hand pumped the bottom of
my shaft, and her right one began to knead my balls. I
closed my eyes and moaned with desire. I was suddenly
incapable of though, and my hips voluntarily began to
gyrate. She squeezed on my dick savagely, and without
warning I exploded, shooting my hot semen in her
throat. Ashley sucked down every drop before
releasing her lip seal.
I felt paralyzed as Ashley returned to straddling me.
My cock was still throbbing. We kissed for several
seconds, and I tasted a hint of saltiness in her
mouth. "Now that the prelude's over, are you ready
for the show?" she asked. "You'll be able to last
much longer now."
For a second, I didn't think it would be possible, but
as we kissed, I could already feel a hint of arousal.
"Would you like to take off my bra now?" she asked. I
nodded, and quickly slid my hand around to the back.
I reached for the hooks, and couldn't find them.
Ashley smiled and guided my hand around to the front.
She showed me the clasp between the cups, and for the
first time in my life I removed a bra. It sprung
open, revealing perky, B-cup tits. Her nipples were
the size and color of pencil eraser, and I quickly put
one in my mouth. Ashley moaned softly. She took my
hand and slid it into her panties. Her bush was thick
and course, and I ran my fingers through it, on the
way to her vagina. I sucked on her right nipple and
slipped my first to fingers inside her pussy. I was
shocked my how hot and wet she felt. Again, Ashley
moaned with delight.
I continued to suck on her nipple like a starving
baby. At the same time, I stared at her other breast,
happy to be seeing a tit for the first time. I
fingered her slowly with one finger, and she whispered
how good it felt. At first, I was concentrating
intently, trying to remember every sexual thing I'd
ever seen in a movie, or read in a book. Eventually,
rational thought ceased, and instinct took over.
Instead of sucking, I began to nibble lightly on her
nipple. With my left hand, I stroked the areola on
her other breast, while my thumb briskly rubbed
against the nub. I kept fingering her with my other
hand. At first, I worked one finger in and out
slowly. As her moans of delight turned to hungry
panting, I slid two fingers in, and began to finger
fuck her at an intense pace.
"Oh yes!" she moaned. "Like that! Please don't
stop." I went back and forth between her breasts, now
gently tugging with my teeth. My hand slipped in and
out of her wet hole. The room was filled with her
musky scent, and my hand was covered in her juices.
With each insertion of my fingers, her vagina made a
small slurping sound. I increased speed and Ashley
made a sound like a purr. It was unlike anything I'd
heard in a porno, or imagined in my wet dreams. She
grabbed hold of my wrist, and tried to move my hand
faster. I tried to slip a third finger inside. It
was very tight, but I eventually succeeded. Ashley
squealed with pleasure and suddenly wrapped her arms
around me tightly. He forced her pussy tight against
my hand and moaned ecstatically. Although it was like
nothing in the skin flicks, I somehow knew what was
happening. "I'm cumming," she panted
She gripped my body tightly while the waves of
pleasure rolled through her. I was excited by the
feel of her hard nipples against my chest, and
realized that I was hard again. She looked at me with
her big brown eyes, and I could see she was happy.
"How does it feel to make a woman orgasm?" she asked
with a smile. I told her I was happy, and how much
fun I was having.
Ashley stood up on the couch, with one leg on either
side of my body. She hooked her thumbs into the
waste band of her panties. I could see that the
crotch was soaked from her orgasm. Slowly, she slid
them down her slender legs, and kicked them aside.
The scent of her sex flooded out into the room. It
was much stronger than before. The way she was
standing placed her crotch about 6 inches from my
nose. Her pubic hair was thick and curly. Ashley
slid her fingers along the outer lips of her vagina,
gently opening it. I was entranced by the sight and
smell. With her forefinger, she gently pointed her
clit out to me. I leaned forward and began to lap it
with my tongue. The taste was sharp and bitter, and
it made my erection even stiffer. I slid my hand up
the length of her legs, and gripped her muscular
little ass. I started pulling her down, aching to
impale her tiny body on my long cock.
Ashley wrapped one hand around my throbbing penis, and
lined it up with her entrance. "Are you ready?" she
asked.
"Yes," I said, although my hands were shaking with
nervousness.
Ashley began to slide my cock in. It was tight at
first, and I got nervous that it wouldn't go, but with
a quick movement, I suddenly sank inside. I gasped
with delight. Her pussy felt unlike anything I had
dreamed of. It was tight, wet and hot. I realized
suddenly that we had forgot the condom, but I wasn't
going to stop now. Ashley rocked back and forth on my
stick, sinking the entire nine inches inside of her.
Despite my earlier orgasm, I feared I would cum right
away. We sat still for a second, allowing me to gain
my composure.
Ashley began to bounce up and down on my lap, sliding
my dick in and out of her moist vagina. I responded
by moving my hips in rhythm, forcing my cock up in
her. We both began to moan and pant. Once again,
Ashley made a purring sound. Her tiny tits bounced up
and down with each thrust, and the sound of our skin
slapping together filled the room. Ashley gripped my
body tightly, scraping my back with her long nails. I
could smell the mixture of her perfume, sweat, and
musk, and I was incredibly excited by it. I gripped
her ass cheeks firmly and squeezed. I began to thrust
harder, relishing the sounds and sights. Once again,
instinct took over, and I rolled Ashley onto her back.
She wrapped her muscled legs tight around my back, and
I started to fuck her forcefully. Her nails were now
sunken into my flesh, but I barely noticed.
"It's so big," she panted. "I feel so full." I drove
harder at her, now fucking with intensity. She
gripped my body tightly, and I recognized the signs of
her orgasm. She started to moan, and almost
simultaneously, I felt my cock explode. Ashley clung
to my body, as I felt my cum shoot up inside of her.
We lay there motionless, enjoying our orgasm for
several seconds.
Finally, I rolled off and the two of sat there naked.
Ashley rested her head on my shoulder while we tried
to catch our breath.
"How did you like it?" she asked after a few minutes.
I told her that I loved it. "How was I?" I asked
nervously.
"Not bad," she answered. "Not bad at all. I think
with a little more practice, you may be a regular
stud."
We continued to chat for a while, and Ashley appraised
my performance objectively. Finally, we started to
get dressed. I watch her out of the corner of my eye
as she put her clothes on. She opted to put the cold,
damp panties in her purse. Already, I could feel my
desire building up again, but I didn't have be courage
to ask for another go.
We left the pool house, and walked back through the
party on route to Ashley's car. The place had quieted
down a lot, and there were lots of couples making out,
and some drunken people passed out. We got in
Ashley's car and drove home.
When we stepped out into her driveway, she gave me a
soft kiss. "I had a LOT of fun," she said.
"Me too," I responded. "I guess I'll have to find a
way to break up with Jill tomorrow."
Ashley asked why. "So we can go out," I answered.
"Honey, this was just sex," she said quickly. "I just
thought we could have a good time. I don't want a
relationship. Sex and love have nothing to do with
each other"
I was hurt. In my mind, I had pictured Ashley and I
going to restaurants, or parties, or to the movies.
We would end every evening with hot sex. She asked if
I was okay. I told her I would be fine.
"What do you say we go for a walk down to the fort?"
she asked with a wink.
I told her I was tired, and wanted some sleep. It was
a lame excuse, but I couldn't think of anything else.
As Ashley walked inside, I felt slightly heartbroken,
even though I knew I was being silly.
As she walked inside, I watched her tiny ass swing
back and forth. I thought about the fact that she had
no underwear on, and I felt my cock spring to life
again. I knew right then that if things between Jill
and I didn't change soon, I would do anything I could
to fuck Ashley again, and any amount of heartbreak
would still be worth it.
**********
Monday: On a normal day, I was an above average
student, but as the day drug along, English and
history were the farthest thing from my mind.
Compared to the events of Saturday night, Sunday had
been a rather dull day. My emotions seemed to run
across the spectrum. On one hand, I was extremely
happy. I had finally lost my virginity, and it had
been a spectacular, mind-blowing experience. It was
nothing like I expected, but still incredible. On the
other hand, I felt a little depressed. To most guys,
the promise of no-strings sex would be a dream come
true, but I couldn't help feeling rejected. I had
never expected Ashley to fall in love with me, but I
didn't like being viewed as just a sex toy. On top of
that, I couldn't help feeling guilty about cheating on
Jill. My brain was telling me that Ashley had a good
point: "Sex and love have nothing to do with each
other." Still, I knew that if Jill ever found out,
she would be crushed, and I would look like an
asshole.
Finally, I had called Jill late on Sunday. As usual,
we both agreed that our fight on Friday had been
silly, and we quickly resolved our differences. I
told her about going to the party with Ashley, knowing
she would hear about it eventually through the rumor
mill. My coming forward, I avoided any suspicion of
jealousy from Jill.
As the day droned on, things between Jill and I
returned to normal. We sat together in class, stood
with each other in the hallways, and ate together in
the cafeteria. Still, my mind was elsewhere. The
entire day, all I could think about was fucking. In
every class, I hid the bulge in my pants beneath the
desk. I dreamed about fucking Ashley again. I
imagined fucking Jill for the first time. I
fantasized about fucking both of them at the same
time, while they kissed and fondled each other. Jill
was in love with me, and Ashley wanted me for sex, and
I couldn't decide which quality I liked better.
Either way, I knew I was looking forward to the end of
the day. Jill and I had been dating for three months,
and I always walked her home after school. At her
house, we usually had up to an hour before her parents
got home. When we first got together, that time had
been spent talking, getting to know each other.
Gradually, talking had been replaced by kissing, and
then fondling. In each afternoon session, I had been
making baby steps towards losing my virginity. At
least that was the case before Ashley decided to take
it with one big leap.
As I walked Jill home that afternoon, I felt like a
baseball player. After a career of hitting singles
and double, I had finally got my first homerun, and I
had liked it. I knew it was time to turn up the
pressure on Jill. Being a singles hitter had been
great for a while, but now that I had sampled success,
I wanted to round the bases again as soon as possible.
After Ashley's pseudo rejection, the last thing I
wanted to do was go back to her, begging for a piece
of ass. Still, I knew that if little Miss Starks
wasn't willing, that's exactly what would happen.
We climbed the steps to Jill's front door with her
walking slightly in front of me. Automatically, my
eyes focused on her ass. It was full and round, very
different from Ashley's tight, muscular butt. Jill
had the kind of butt that made most guys drool when
she wore tight pants. I thought about her and Ashley
standing in front of me, leaning slightly forward so I
could compare their butts. Almost instantly I felt
the familiar stirring in my pants. Jill stuck her key
in to unlock the door, and I slipped up behind her. I
wrapped my arms around her slender waist and pulled
her tightly to me. I started kissing the back of her
neck and forced my crotch firmly against her ass,
letting her feel my erection.
Jill moaned softly. "Let's get inside before the
neighbors see," she said.
We got inside, and Jill led the way to the den in the
basement. As usual, she looked spectacular. Her
blonde hair was pushed back with a headband, and a
pair of horned-rim glasses sat on her cute upturned
nose, drawing attention to her clear blue eyes. She
was wearing an ankle length black skirt, and a slate
blue button down blouse. Jill's busty frame caused
the blouse to wear strangely, and all day I had been
able to peak through the button holes at a light blue
bra. As we descended the stairs, I could feel my cock
aching to break loose from its prison.
Jill turned and kissed me as soon as were in the room.
Her hand slid up my thigh and quickly began to massage
my penis. Her hands were no where near as pleasing as
Ashley's, but she was getting better with practice.
"I've been waiting for this all day," she said. "I'm
so sorry we fought on Friday." She paused to give me
a long, passionate kiss. "Do you forgive me?"
I told her I did, even though it was partially a lie.
"Good," she said with a smile. "That makes me happy.
I love you so much, and I want to have sex with you.
I want our first time to be together, I'm just not
ready yet." I told her I felt the same way, but I
couldn't help wincing inside. Partially, I felt bad
because it would no longer be 'our' first time. Also,
I was upset to hear her say she still wasn't ready.
I planned on changing that as soon as possible.
Jill guided me to the large sofa while we continued to
kiss. In seconds, we were back in a familiar
position. I laid on my back, while Jill straddled me.
She sat her glasses on the coffee table, and playfully
shook out her blonde hair. We were both aching for
one another, and we began to grind our hips together,
simulating sex with our clothes on. I was eager to
continue with Friday night, and I discretely opened
the top button of her blouse. Jill stroked my cock
fiercely as I worked at the second button. Her blouse
hung open as she kissed me, and I could now see the
all of her light blue bra, and a large amount of
cleavage. Sucking on Ashley's breasts had only
increased my desire to see Jill's.
"Wow, you have me so turned on," Jill moaned. "Part
of me really wants to make love to you."
Hearing those words turned my already stiff cock into
an iron rod. I quickly opened Jill's third button,
and then the fourth. There were still a couple left,
but her blouse was already draping open. I reach
inside with both hands and began to fondle her
breasts. I rubbed on the lacy bra, and Jill moaned
softly. We continued to kiss and I felt her nipples
standing out through the thick bra. I was ready to
pull the cups down when Jill suddenly jumped.
"What was that?" she asked.
"What was what?" I said, sliding my hand back towards
her bra. She jumped up quickly.
"It's the door. I heard the door. Mom must be home."
Jill started to button her blouse, much to my dismay.
I sat listening, and I knew she was right. I could
now hear the footsteps on the hardwood floor above. I
looked at the clock and realized we had been home for
nearly 45 minutes.
"And I thought I was moving quickly," I thought to
myself.
A few minutes later, we were sitting with Jill's mom,
talking about our day at school. After that I went
home, still making baby steps.
Tuesday: The school day passed in the same way as its
predecessor. I spent the hours ignoring professors,
dreaming about sex, playing the good boyfriend to
Jill, and avoiding the hell out of Ashley. By the
time the final bell rang, I was eagerly anticipating
my afternoon make out session.
Jill was dressed conservatively in a long denim skirt,
and a button down shirt with yellow and white
pinstripes. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a
ponytail, and she had opted to wear contacts instead
of her glasses.
After walking home like good citizens, again we
started to make out before even opening the front
door. As usual, Jill was as eager as I was to fool
around, she was just able to show a little more
restraint. We made our way to the basement, kissing
the entire way. This time, I had the top two buttons
on her blouse undone before we got downstairs. Again,
I noticed the improvement in Jill's stroking
technique. She had my rock hard in seconds. She was
a very intelligent, studious girl, and obviously she
had been paying attention to what I responded to. We
made our way to the couch, and this time I was on top.
Jill rhythmically squeezed my hard penis, as I gyrated
my hips against hers. She moaned softly while the two
of us kissed. I went back to the buttons on Jill's
shirt. I quickly undid three at once, and Jill
responded by pushing my hands away. For a few
minutes, we just continued to kiss. I hit the last
few buttons on her shirt one at a time, being careful
not to draw too much attention.
I finally got her top open, and Jill hardly seemed to
notice. We continued to dry hump as I slid it off
her shoulders. Jill seemed to be in a daze as she
constantly rubbed my dick. She was wearing a very
plain, white cotton bra. Her hard nipples stood out
strongly against the fabric. I looked down, hoping
the bra was a front hook, like Ashley's had been. I
was disappointed to see it wasn't, but I continued to
slowly move by kisses from Jill's lips, to her neck,
and finally the top of her cleavage.
Jill showed no signs of resisting, and didn't say a
word as I began to kiss the exposed portion of her
left breast. She laid on her back with her eyes
closed, still massaging by penis.
Slowly, I began to trace my tongue along the edge of
the cup. Jill sighed softly. I moved my lips down a
little more, and sucked on her nipple through the
cotton of her bra. I could tell she was delighted by
the way her hand sped up on my shaft. Jill's
breathing was becoming shallow. I was hardly an
expert on female arousal, but my time with Ashley had
given me a few clues.
Finally, I made my boldest move. I reached for the
cup of her bra and slowly slid it down, exposing
Jill's left breast. Her strawberry colored nipple
sprang free eagerly. Her tit was everything I had
hoped it would be. It was completely different from
Ashley's; much larger and more voluptuous. I later
learned it was a C-cup, bordering on D. The contrast
between her smooth white skin, and her rough reddish
nipple drove me wild. I leaned forward and flicked it
with the tip of my tongue. Jill's hand stopped moving
and firmly squeezed my shaft as she sighed with
delight. I ran my tongue around the nipple, and then
sucked on it gently. I pulled away slowly, letting
the suction tug just a big. Jill squeezed my cock
harder, but I don't think she was aware of it.
This team, it was me who heard the door first. For a
brief second, I considered ignoring it. Certainly a
few seconds more with this nipple in my mouth was
worth being discovered? Fortunately, I regained my
senses. I pulled my lips away, and Jill sat up with a
dazed look on her face.
"Don't stop," she panted. Then she heard the door.
For a second, she sat stunned. Then she snapped out
of it and pulled her bra back up. "I can't believe I
let you do that," she said. That was a good thing
about Jill—she always took responsibility for her
actions, and never accused me of forcing her into a
situation. In a frantic state, she searched around
the room and found her top. She quickly managed the
buttons and had just tucked it in when her mother came
into the room.
We spent the next half hour talking with her mom
again, and then I headed home. I felt as if I had
made significant progress, and the whole trip home was
like walking on air
Wednesday: Another long day at school and the only
good point was that I was able to avoid Ashley once
again. Usually, our paths crossed a couple of times a
week, but I still had no desire to talk to her, even
though she joined Jill in my dreams each night.
On the negative side of things, Jill was wearing a
pull over top instead of a button down. I tried to
tell myself it was just coincidence, but I knew Jill
too well. She was feeling guilty about Tuesday, and
had decided to practice "defensive dressing." It
would be much harder for me work her shirt off now.
"She still looks cute," I thought to myself as we
entered the den. Something about her classy,
conservative style always appealed to me. She had on
a white turtleneck, a navy blue button down sweater,
and a knee-length khaki skirt. Once again, we quickly
found ourselves on the couch with Jill on top.
Our kisses seemed to have more passion then ever.
Jill was fondling my cock like an experienced lover
now, and she knew exactly how to drive me wild. As we
kissed, I dreamed of sucking on her nipple again. I
gently tugged on her turtleneck, pulling it out of her
skirt. Jill grasped my hand and pushed it away. We
kissed for an eternity, and it took three tries just
to get her shirt untucked from her skirt. I started
to run her smooth belly and work my way upward, and
Jill responded by pushing my hand away again. I was
staring to get frustrated. "I wouldn't stop her from
exposing my dick," I thought to myself.
That's when the idea hit me. We continued to kiss,
and I shifted my hand from her belly to her thigh. It
felt smooth beneath her white pantyhose. I slowly
worked my hand upward as we kissed, inching beneath
her skirt. I could feel the heat from between her
thighs, and I gently started to brush my finger tips
around her pubic region. Even through her underwear
and pantyhose, I could feel Jill responding.
Of course, that's when we heard the door upstairs once
again. We straightened everything up, and again I got
to talk to her mother. Afterwards, I walked home to
jerk off for the third straight day.
Thursday: Again, Jill opted not to wear a button down
blouse. She had on an off-white Angora sweater, with
a short suede skirt. The minute we got to her house,
we were all over each other. Before we could make it
down stairs, she was on her back on the kitchen table.
Jill's family was wealthy, and the large bay windows
overlooked the 15th green on a golf course. Her legs
wrapped around her back, slowly inching her skirt
upward. I looked out at the golfers on the course,
wishing they would look up and see me defiling this
gorgeous blonde virgin.
Somehow we paused long enough to get downstairs, not
wanting Jill's mom to walk in on us. We quickly found
our way to the sofa, with Jill on top once again. We
kissed softly for several minutes, and I slipped my
hand under her sweater. I massaged Jill's flat
stomach and breast, but was unable to get her top off.
She responded by grasping my cock.
"It's getting harder and harder to resist," she
whispered. "I want to make love so badly."
"Then let's do it," I answered. I started to pull her
sweater up, and again Jill stopped me. I decided to
change focus again. We kissed passionately, as my
hand crept up her bare inner thigh. Her panties were
soft and silky, and I could feel the warmth and
dampness on them. I could also feel her thick pubic
hair beneath the thin material. Recalling my night
with Ashley, I slowly traced my fingers across her
vagina without going in her panties. Jill almost
squealed with delight. For a second, she seamed to
stop breathing. Her big blue eyes opened wide, and
she looked straight at me. Then she kissed me
fiercely and began pumping my cock through my pants.
I found the leg hole of her panties with my
fingertips, and gently pulled it away, sneaking the
tips of my fingers in. Jill's pubic hair was thick,
but not as course as Ashley's. I started moving
towards her entrance, when she grabbed my wrist and
pulled me away. I tried to get into her panties
again, but she stopped me once more. Apparently, she
didn't have a problem with me touching her through the
material though.
I started to rub her ass through the smooth silky
panties. Jill was pumping by cock fiercely now, and I
felt like I might cum. I bunched her panties up with
my hand, and started pulling on them, forcing the
gusset to rub firmly against her vagina. Again, Jill
gazed at me with happy, astounded eyes. Her hand
tightened on my dick, and I responded my pulling
harder on the panties, stroking them across her pussy.
She started to pant and moan. Jill's sounds were
different from Ashley's, but it still reminded me of
Ashley's reaction to me fingering her.
"Oh! What are we doing?" Jill panted. "Don't stop!"
Her hand continued to work on my stiff penis. I could
tell now that she was close to an orgasm. I pulled on
the panties strongly, increasing the friction against
her vagina. She was starting to squeal now. Her
orgasm came out of nowhere. Jill's entire body seemed
to freeze up, including the hand on my dick. She
stared at me with her big blue eyes, panting like an
animal. "Oh! Oh, my!" she whispered. She stayed
motionless, experiencing feelings she'd never known.
When it was over, she looked at me like I was a hero.
She leaned forward and began to kiss my passionately.
The hand on my dick started pumping out of control.
She jerked it so hard I was feeling flashes of pain,
but I didn't ask her to stop. Without any warning, I
felt my own climax arrive. My dick spasmed fiercely
and exploded like a volcano. For a second, I felt
blinded. The release was more intense and unexpected
than anything I had experienced thus far. I grunted
audibly.
We laid their making out for several minutes before we
heard the door open upstairs. Suddenly, Jill went
from a state of afterglow to panic. It seemed like
she realized what had happened for the first time.
"Oh shit! What have we done?" she said. I knew she
was upset because I had only heard her use profanity a
handful of times in our three months together.
Jill ran around, trying to straighten things up. I
untucked my shirt to hide the large wet spot on my
jeans. Personally, I was still enjoying the moment.
I intended to fully appreciate it, even if Jill
couldn't.
I hardly paid attention to Mrs. Starks in our
afternoon conversation about school, work, and life.
When I left to go home, I was as happy as could be.
Jill was still a virgin, but in my mind, I had made
monumental progress, and I knew that reaching my goal
was finally becoming feasible.
Friday: It was another uneventful school day. For
the first time in over a week, I actually made some
sort of an effort to pay attention in class. What I
learned was that by daydreaming the week away, I had
managed to fall behind in school. If Jill didn't put
out soon, it was going to do some serious damage to my
grades.
The highlight of the day was trying to hide in the
middle of a large crowd when I almost ran into Ashley.
I still wasn't ready to talk to her again. The
feeling of rejection still hung with me from the
previous weekend. Despite my feelings, I couldn't
help checking her out from my hiding place. We had
another football game after school, and the
cheerleaders wore their uniforms to class when we had
home games. As always, Ashley looked spectacular in
hers. She was walking with another girl from the
squad, and, as usual, there was a trail of guys
walking with her. For a second, I thought she noticed
me, and I quickly turned my head, but her group
continued on down the hall without stopping.
Any part of my mind that thought Jill's earlier change
in wardrobe was just coincidence changed when I saw
her that morning. Not only was she wearing a pull
over style top; she was also wearing pants instead of
a skirt. The temperature was in the high seventies,
and as is common of autumn in the south, there were no
signs of the last two chilly weeks. Jill's sweater
was baby blue and sleeveless and seemed to emphasize
her exquisite bosom. She was also wearing a pair of
gray slacks.
From the moment we entered the door of her house, I
knew that it was going to take more than "defensive
dressing" to stop me. We had both had orgasms on
Thursday, and I damn sure didn't want to backtrack any
in our progress. We went downstairs and actually
managed to talk a little bit before the kissing and
fondling started.
We sat next to each other on the sofa, kissing softly.
It was a little less frenzied then what had been going
on all week. We both knew that things were getting
more serious. I slid my hands down to her waist, and
gripped the bottom of her sweater. Jill continued to
kiss me, but slid her hands down to deter me. I had
already decided that if she wanted me to stop, she was
going to have to say so—I wasn't going to be
discouraged my her disapproving touch. I grasped the
sweater and in one quick move pulled it upward. Jill
resisted temporarily, but didn't stop me. I lifted
her arms and pulled the sweater off, revealing a shiny
silver bra made of satin. Her large breasts filled
the material nicely, and I could see her rock hard
nipples poking out.
I pulled Jill tightly against me. She slipped her
hand down to my penis, but it was obvious she didn't
want me to cum again. I kissed her gently and reached
for her belt buckle. I suddenly had an urge to see
her in nothing but her underwear. Again, Jill
attempted to deter me with her hands, and again I
proceeded. I unbuckled the pants and slowly slid the
zipper down. Her panties were shiny silver and
matched her bra. Even though I had undressed Ashley
the week before, I was still very aroused to be taking
Jill's clothes off. Suddenly, rubbing my penis
through my pants wasn't good enough. I quickly opened
my pants.
Although Jill's mom had interrupted us several times,
Jill herself had not stopped me from doing anything
all week, and I was beginning to feel that I could get
away for anything. Just before I pulled my penis out
Jill destroyed that notion.
"No," she said, placing her hand on my wrist. "Don't
do it."
I was a little shocked and didn't know what to say.
For a moment I was overwhelmed with confusion, but
anger quickly took its place. "Why the fuck not?" I
demanded. Jill hated the "f-word" so I'd
intentionally used it.
"We need to stop," she said. "We need to stop now, or
I may not be able to stop myself. Plus, my parents
will be home soon. Don't be upset"
I really didn't want to be mad at her. Despite all
my mischievous actions, I cared about Jill a lot, and
it always hurt me to see her upset. Still, I couldn't
stop the rage from taking over. I jumped up off the
couch and fastened my pants while complaining about
her leading me on and not really loving me. I knew
how to stick the sword in deep when I got mad. Jill
just sat on the couch staring up at with her pants
open and no shirt on. She had a hurt look on her
face, like a child that doesn't understand what
they've done wrong. I was pleased and pissed off with
myself at the same time.
Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. She had
mentioned the lack of time, but that wouldn't be a
problem at the football game. We would have all the
time and privacy we needed if we snuck off the
baseball stadium again. I sat down next to Jill and
apologized. A few tears were running down her pretty
face, and I kissed them away. I found her sweater and
told her she should get dressed. It didn't take long
to fix the mess my temper has caused.
We sat chatting for a while before I finally brought
up the football game. "So, do you want to eat dinner
with your parents tonight or just get some junk food
at the game?" I asked.
"I forgot to tell you," she said. "I can't go
tonight. My aunt and uncle are coming to town."
I suddenly felt the fury building up again, and I
fought to suppress it. I wasn't used to being so
angry and irrational all the time, but apparently my
hormones had taken over my brain. Calmly, I tried to
convince Jill to find a way out of it. Despite all my
reasoning, she explained that it couldn't be done—
there was no way she was getting out of the house.
I felt like a volcano getting ready to blow up, and I
knew I had to get out of there. In our three months
together, Jill and I had never argued that much, and I
didn't want to start. "Honey, I have to leave," I
said. "I'll talk to you later."
She jumped up and grabbed my arm. "Wait! Don't you
want to stay and meet them."
"I can't," I said. " I really have to go." I gave
Jill a quick kiss on the cheek and started up the
stairs. I knew she was upset, and this time I didn't
feel any pleasure. Still, I knew if I stayed much
longer I would have to release the venom that seemed
to be overrunning my body.
"Wait!" she called out. "Come back. Please don't be
upset. I can make this up to you."
I had no desire to hear what she was going to say, but
I stopped anyway.
"Tomorrow, we are spending the day with my relatives,"
she said. "But on Sunday, my parents are going with
them to the mountains. I told them I have to study,
so I can't go. They'll be gone all day." She glanced
up at me and smiled shyly. I was paying complete
attention now. "Maybe, I can do my studying late
Saturday night, and you can come over Sunday morning,
and stay all day."
Every bit of anger in my body disappeared. I went
back to Jill and told her how much I loved her, and
that it was a great idea. I ended up hanging around
and meeting the relatives and having dinner with them.
Afterwards, I walked back to school for the game.
I ended up hanging out with my best friend Cameron.
She was the only person in the world that shared all
my secrets with, and she had been the first to learn
about me having sex with Ashley. In turn, she told me
about everything she did with the guys, which wasn't
much. I had also told Trey, my only other really
close friend. We all lived in the same neighborhood,
and along with Ashley, Cameron's younger sister
Carrie, and a few other neighborhood kids, we had been
best friends growing up. Over the years, everyone had
pretty much grown apart except the three of us. We
remained very close, and Cameron and I were almost
inseparable. Trey had been the first in our little
threesome to lose his virginity, and he had been happy
to welcome me to the club.
We spent the game chattering, hardly paying any
attention to our pathetic football team. The games
were mostly a social event—the football was secondary.
I made sure to sit as far away from the cheerleaders
as possible. After the game, the three of us slipped
into the alley between the main school building and
the gym to split a cigarette. The alley was a popular
place that all the teachers knew about but chose to
ignore.
We were finishing up when Ashley appeared. She was
with another cheerleader named Lana who had moved to
Atlanta from Australia a few years earlier. Ashley
spotted me and came right over. She discretely pulled
me aside while Lana occupied my friends.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were avoiding
me," Ashley said. "It looked like you were even
trying to hide from me in the hall today."
I told her she must be mistaken.
"Well," she said. "I hope that's the case. I only
have one quick thing to say to you. I never meant to
hurt your feelings, and I'm sorry if I did. I didn't
mean to make you feel rejected or anything—I was just
thought we could have a little fun." She paused a
second before continuing. "Tonight, I'm going out
with my friends, and I've got plans tomorrow night,
but I've got nothing in the afternoon. I'll be down
my our old fort fishing in the creek, so if you get
bored, come join me."
She turned quickly without waiting for a reply, and
she walked off with Lana. I quickly filled my friends
in on the situation, and we spent the rest of the
evening discussing my options and what I should do
before going our separate ways. When I got home, I
went to bed with a big decision to make, and I didn't
get much sleep.
Saturday: I spent the entire morning wondering what I
should do. I was very much aware that Ashley's
invitation was for much more than fishing, and every
instinct in my body told me I should jump at the
opportunity to have sex again.
The problem was Jill. I wasn't positive that we would
have sex on Sunday, but I was sure we would fool
around a lot. Jill was the girl I cared about and had
feelings for, and I kept telling myself that I should
be able to hold out for another 24 hours. I had only
slept with Ashley before because I needed some relief,
but now that Jill was willing to provide that, there
was no reason to go on this little fishing trip.
By lunchtime, I had decided not to go, and I sat at
the kitchen table eating my lunch. I was comfortable
with my choice until I glanced out the window and saw
Ashley walking out into the woods. Twenty minutes
later I told my parents I was going fishing and walked
out with my rod and reel.
I came out of the woods slowly and saw Ashley sitting
on the creek bank with a line in the water, smoking a
joint. She turned to me, smiled, and offered a hit.
I took the joint and inhaled—another first with Ashley
I thought to myself.
"I was hoping you'd come," she said, "but I wasn't
sure. I was going to be pretty embarrassed if you
didn't." We sat smoking for a while, not saying
much. It was obvious that we were both a little
uncomfortable. Finally, Ashley asked "How are things
with Jill? Still frustrated?"
I told her I thought the problem was very close to a
resolution. "You know," she said, "with a little more
practice, I think you can really make her first time
memorable."
I knew there was no turning back then. Ashley was
dressed casually, but she still looked spectacular.
Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she
wasn't wearing any makeup. It was another warm day,
and she had on a man's old blue, button down work
shirt, and a pair of cutoff jeans that hugged her
little athletic ass. She locked her big brown eyes on
mine, and we slowly leaned closer together. We sat in
the grass kissing for an eternity.
"I don't want to cheat on Jill," I whispered softly.
"It's just sex," she said. "It's no big deal." She
leaned towards me, pushing me onto my back on the warm
ground. I reached up and rubbed her breasts and
quickly realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Ashley
winked at me suggestively. I began to unbutton her
shirt as she pulled mine off. Seeing her small, pert
breasts pleased me as much as it had the first time.
She straddled me and the two of us sat there topless
in the warm sunlight making out.
Ashley opened my fly and worked my big penis out of my
pants. "I want to fuck you so bad," she said. "I've
been thinking about it all week."
"Me too," I admitted. "I even think about you when
I'm with Jill sometimes," I said. Ashley pulled my
pants down, and then removed her tight little shorts.
She was wearing a pair of plain white cotton panties,
and she quickly threw them aside.
"I'm flattered by that," Ashley said. "Jill's a very
pretty girl. I bet she looks great naked."
I didn't tell her that I had never seen Jill naked. I
only responded with "So do you."
We were both completely naked now, and Ashley
straddled me once more. She took my cock and her
hand, and guided me to her entrance. I panted
heavily, and she made her strange purring sound as I
slipped inside. We rocked back and forth in the grass
and I sucked on her perky nipples. All though it was
unlikely that anyone would walk up, fucking outside
was still a huge turn on for me.
I slid my cock in and out of her slowly. I was
getting a much better feeling for what to do, and how
to control myself. Ashley moaned softly. I couldn't
help looking down and being turned on by the site of
her vagina spread open on my stiff cock. I watched as
I slowly slid in and out, and I started rubbing her
clit with my thumb. She responded wildly and started
bouncing harder on my cock. Our momentum built up
quickly until Ashley was bouncing up and down like she
was riding a horse. She moaned audibly, and it echoed
off the trees around us. I could tell she was close
to cumming, and I felt myself losing control. My
penis spasmed and I started creaming inside her. That
seemed to set Ashley off as she started her own
orgasm. We collapsed next to each other and laid there
naked in the grass for several minutes.
Afterwards, we actually did do some fishing for a
while. Then we went into the fort and had sex again.
As evening came, Ashley went home to prepare for her
night out, and I sat alone contemplating my situation.
Now that I had accepted the nature of our
relationship, I no longer felt any rejection from
Ashley. I also came upon a revelation that made me
nervous. No matter what happened on Sunday with Jill,
I knew that as long as Ashley wanted to fuck me, I
would be willing. Worried about how everything would
turn out, I packed up my gear and headed home.
"Just in time for dinner," my mother said as I
walked through the door.
"Good," I responded, "I'm starving. Just let me
put my stuff up." Apparently cheating on your
girlfriend could build up quite an appetite. I
ran out to the garage to stash my fishing gear,
and then came back to the dining room. I noticed
I was ravenous as I helped myself to some of my
mother's delicious southern cooking.
For most of the meal, the conversation consisted
of the normal dinnertime banter. Dad relating
his adventures mowing the lawn, while mom shared
the latest gossip she had heard from the
neighbors. About halfway through the meal, the
subject changed. "So," my mother said, "I was
over with Mrs. Welch today, and she said that
Ashley was also fishing. Did you two plan this
together?"
I suddenly had a sinking feeling in my stomach.
I told her that she had mentioned she might be
down at the creek on Saturday, but we hadn't made
definite plans.
"Well," my mother said. "This is two weekends in
a row you two have been out together. Her mother
tells me she's not seeing anyone, so if for some
reason things don't work out with Jill, I think
you and Ashley would make a cute little couple."
I was starting to lose my appetite as I put up
with my mother's meddling.
"I have a girlfriend right now, Mother, but if it
doesn't work out you and Mrs. Welch are the first
one's I'll notify," I said sarcastically.
"You don't have to use that tone with me" she
said dejectedly. It appeared she would have to
hold off on planning her dream wedding for me, at
least for a little while. "Oh," she said. "I
almost forgot. Jill called this afternoon."
There was still food on my plate, but my appetite
was completely gone now. Jill had probably been
calling to make plans for our day together, but
she had missed me because I had been off having
sex with another girl. "Beautiful," I thought to
myself. I sat at the table playing with the food
on my plate until everyone was through, then I
excused myself to go call Jill. I got her
machine and left a message. I spent the next few
hours wondering what my mother might have said to
her. Jill wasn't the jealous type, but she
already knew that I had gone to a party with
Ashley. On top of that, an afternoon fishing
trip may look suspicious even to her loving eyes.
It was well after dark when she finally called
back.
"Hey," she said cheerfully. "How was your
fishing trip?"
"Not bad," I said.
"Did you catch anything?"
"I hope not," I said to myself while I thought
about Ashley's reputation for sleeping around.
"No, I didn't catch anything," I said in the
phone. "How was the day with your family?"
Jill told me all about her day, and we continued
to chat about insignificant stuff. It reminded
me of the first few months we were together, when
we would sometimes talk all night. It also
reminded me that although Jill was very
attractive in a conservative way, it had actually
been her brains that originally caught my
attention. Most guys were intimidated by an
intelligent girl, but I had been intrigued. I
loved to listen to her ideas and to know what she
was thinking, and although I was eager to talk
about our Sunday plans, I was very content to
talk about other things with her. After about an
hour, Jill finally brought up the subject.
"There's been a change in plans for tomorrow,"
she said.
"Shit!" I thought to myself. That's just my
luck. Her parents changed their mind. "What is
it?" I asked, trying not to show my
disappointment.
"Well," she said. "Remember I told you my
parents and relatives would be gone until late at
night? They changed their minds, and they
decided to get a cabin and not come home until
Monday."
"Really?" I asked, suddenly excited.
"They asked Joanne to come stay with me," she
said. "I talked to her and explained the
situation, so she's not coming over, but she will
cover for me." Joanne was Jill's older sister.
She went to a community college, and had an
apartment with some friends. The two girls were
very close, so I wasn't surprised that Joanne had
offered to cover for her. "So," Jill said, "Do
you think you can find a way to stay over all
night?"
My mind was already working on a plan. I decided
to tell my parents that I had to work on a big
project with Cameron, and that I would probably
just spend the night over at her house. That had
happened plenty of times in the past, and I knew
my parents wouldn't mind. Plus, I knew Cameron
would cover for me, and she had a direct phone
line in her room, so her parents wouldn't be
involved.
I shared my plan with Jill and she was delighted.
"I have a surprise for you," she said. "I didn't
want to tell you earlier, because I thought it
might get you in a hurry. I started using birth
control about 6 weeks ago, so you don't have to
get any condoms. I read that it was better that
way, and I've known for a while now that I wanted
you to be my first."
I was shocked by her statement. I had no idea
that Jill had been planning on sex for that long.
Personally, I had been hoping for it since day
one, but I had only thought my goal was in reach
for the last few weeks. I was also delighted,
but not surprised to learn she had been reading
up on sex. Jill was intelligent, studious, and a
bit of a perfectionist, so I knew she would take
the time to learn about something before she
jumped headfirst into the deep end.
"So," I said. "By telling me this, does that
mean that we are definitely going to do it
tomorrow?"
"I don't know," she said. "I want to take
everything slowly, and if it happens, it happens.
Either way, I'm sure we'll have a lovely day
together."
"Well, just being with you will be good enough
for me," I said.
"I'm glad," she responded. "I'm so excited, and
nervous, but mostly excited. I bought some new
underwear today just for tomorrow."
"Really?" I asked. I was getting excited just
talking about our plans. Jill and I had never
discussed her underwear in the past.
"Yes," she said. "My mom and aunt and I went to
Victoria's Secret when we were at the mall. I
got panties, a bra, and some stockings. I
thought a garter belt would be sexy, but I
couldn't think of a way to convince my mom that I
needed one."
"Tell me more," I said.
"No," Jill began, "I think you'll get plenty of
time to see them tomorrow. Just talking about
this is getting me excited."
"It's getting me a little horny," I said. My
penis was quickly turning rock hard as I pictured
Jill in a lacy black bra, g-string and stockings,
like something you would see in a porno magazine.
"That's what I meant," she said with a giggle,
"But I didn't want to use that word. That's how
I've felt all week. You've been making it hard
for me to resist."
"Really?" I asked. "What have I been doing that
you liked?' My cock was now at full salute.
Jill and I had done plenty of fooling around, but
we had never talked about the things we did, they
just sort of happened spontaneously.
"The way you've been touching me," she said.
"The way you've been looking at me." Her voice
had become noticeable huskier. I asked her to go
on. "Well," she said. "When you try to undress
me, I get really excited. I feel so bad, and I'm
scared we're going to get caught, and it just
drives me wild."
"You're driving me wild right now," I said.
Suddenly, my cock was aching to be touched. I
quickly removed locked the bedroom door and
removed my pants. "I'm so hard, I'm going to
have to masturbate."
"NO!" she said with mock disgust. "You don't do
that do you?"
"Yes," I said honestly. "When I think about you,
I can't help it. You never touch yourself when
you're thinking of me?"
"No!" she said after a slight hesitation. I
didn't say anything for several seconds. "I
don't," she said, but it was obvious she was
lying now. "Well, I only do a little."
"What do you do?" I asked. I started stroking my
cock. "Well," she said. "Ever since the day you
sucked on my nipple, I rub it a little longer in
the shower." I told her to keep talking. "And
sometimes…." She paused before bursting out,
"Sometimes I rub myself down there. Though my
panties though, I never penetrate."
"Are you doing it now?" I asked. She told me she
wasn't. "Well, what are you wearing?"
"My pajamas," she said. "Just ordinary blue
flannel pajamas. I asked about her underwear and
after a few minutes of persuading she told me she
had on a pair of white cotton panties.
"Why don't you reach in your pajamas, and rub it
for me now?" I asked.
"No" she said.
"Why not? If I were there, I would be rubbing
it. I'd slide my hand up and down your panties,"
I whispered. I was puling hard on my cock. "I'd
rub all over your pussy."
"Don't use that word…" she said. She sounded a
little out of breath.
"You're touching yourself aren't you Jill?"
"No, I'm not…" she said softly.
"Don't bullshit me Jillian. Tell me what you are
doing!" My voice was firm, but not angry.
"I'm rubbing my panties," she said. She was
moaning softly into the phone now. "And my
nipples."
"Are you thinking of me?" I asked. I was getting
a rush from the power I had over her, and my hand
continued to speed up and down my shaft.
"Yes!" she panted.
"Good then. You keep thinking of me, and what
you want me to do to you tomorrow. Goodbye"
"No, don't go!" she almost shouted. "Keep
talking to me like that." It was hard to mistake
the pleading tone in her voice.
Every bone in my body wanted to obey her command,
but my brain took over. "I'll see you tomorrow,"
I said and hung up the phone. I wanted her to be
burning for me all night. I laid down on the bed
and continued to jerk off in the dark, and
eventually had a massive orgasm. I cleaned up
and went to bed, looking forward for my date with
Jill.
Sunday: For the most part, it was a sleepless
light. Sex was on my mind as I drifted off to
sleep, and it filled my dreams. It woke up
almost every hour with visions of Ashley and Jill
floating through my mind. I dreamt about having
sex with each of them, and with both of them at
the same time. I also dreamt that Jill found out
about my secret indiscretion. Every time I woke
I was filled with a bitter sweet mixture of guilt
and arousal. When the first rays of sunlight
drifted though my window, I finally got out of
bed. Jill's parents were leaving at around 9,
and I planned to do the same. That would allow a
little extra time in case they forgot something,
or took to long to get out the door. I had a
couple of hours to kill, so I hopped in the
shower, ate some breakfast, and then sat in front
of the television to pass time, although I wasn't
really watching it. I knew I was no longer a
virgin, but for some reason it still felt like
the biggest day of my young life. I was
anticipating it so much that my hands were
shaking.
Finally, 9 o'clock rolled around and I set off to
Jill's house. I spent the entire walk thinking
of things that could go wrong. If I got there,
and her parents' car was still in the driveway, I
could hide and wait, but what if they passed me
walking up the street to their house? Or what if
I got inside, and her parents came back and
caught us. Jill's mother was nice, but her
father was somewhat strict, and I could all too
easily picture him kicking my ass. Afterwards,
of course, Jill would never be allowed to see me
again.
As it turned out, my fears were needless. When I
got to Jill's house her parents were long gone.
I rang the doorbell, and Jill greeted me with a
smile and a soft kiss on the cheek. I was glad
to see that the "defensive dressing" was no
longer in place. Jill looked spectacular, and
despite my nervousness, I felt the familiar
stirring in my pants. Her long blonde hair was
swept back on the sides and held with some
complicated clip. She was wearing a baby blue
short-sleeved sweater, with a white blouse
beneath. Her skirt was blue and gray plaid wool
and came to her knees, and she had on white
stockings. Although nothing about the outfit was
suggestive, I was extremely aroused by it. The
tight sweater accentuated Jill's provocative
curves, and the white stockings seemed to be
molded to her legs. It kind of reminded me of a
school girl uniform, without the drab colors, the
pleated skirt and the neck tie.
"That wasn't very nice last night," was the first
thing she said.
"Well, I figured you had left me burning often
enough that I should repay the favor."
"Believe me, you did," Jill said. "But I already
knew the feeling."
We stood in they foyer and suddenly felt a little
awkward. It wasn't like our afternoon meeting,
which were spontaneous and rushed. Now we had
all the time in the world, and we'd had plenty of
time to think about our actions. In all
likelihood, this wasn't a "will we/won't we"
situation any more. Jill hadn't invited me over
to watch a movie, with the expectation that we
might fool around a little. We had both lied and
deceived our parents and planned a clandestine
rendezvous for the sole purpose of having sex.
We both knew we were going to take a serious step
in our relationship by doing something that every
adult and religious figure in our life had
expressly discouraged. For me, it wasn't going
to be the first time down that path, but it was
the first time I had really been able to
contemplate what I was doing. In Jill's mind, it
was going to be the first time for both of us, a
big step in the life of a young girl, especially
for one who had always made the choices expected
of her in the past. Jill didn't drink, and didn't
smoke, didn't take school for granted and didn't
use profanity excessively. What she did do was
love and trust her boyfriend, and she was ready
to express it.
As all this ran though my head, I started to feel
sick with guilt. It had been only nine days
since that first fatal night with Ashley. Why
was I so weak, I thought? Why didn't I just
wait. It never occurred to me that having sex
with Ashley is what had increased my persistence
with Jill, and likely accelerated her time table.
For a moment, I thought I might physically get
sick, but then Jill put an end to that line of
thinking.
"So," she asked awkwardly. "Do you want to go
upstairs?"
I jerked my mind out of the past and back to the
present. I could dwell on my mistakes later. I
followed Jill up the main staircase. Her bedroom
was large, like the rest of the house, with an
amazing view of the golf course and the manmade
lake that ran beside it. The room had a small
vestibule area, with a couple or large chairs and
a love seat in front of a television. There was
a large desk and bookshelf in a corner of the
main bedroom where several of Jill's textbooks
were laying. I glanced around and noticed that
the bathroom was equally large, with a massive
vanity and bathtub, in addition to a separate
shower. There was also a large walk in closet
stuffed with expensive clothes. Dominating the
rest of the bedroom sat an enormous four-poster
bed with a canopy, and a matching dresser, both
with ornately carved woodwork.
I knew Jill's family was rich. Her mother had an
average job as a financial analyst, but her
father was a high priced attorney. They lived in
a small mansion next to the golf course in an
exclusive country club. Still. I was overwhelmed
by Jill's bedroom. The walls were pale green,
and the carpet and curtains mere somewhere
between off-white and beige. The bedspread was a
combination of the colors. The room was
displayed a mixture of wealth, and Jill's
personality. Along with all the expensive
furniture and decorating, there were pictures and
painting on the wall that reflected Jill's taste,
including some of me. Everything was very
meticulous and organized, like the room's
occupant.
Despite my fascination with all the luxuries, my
eyes kept darting back to the large bed. After
months of fooling around on sofas and discreet
hiding places, I was eager to be in bed with a
girl. Jill and I stood staring at each other
awkwardly. I walked over and kissed her full
lips and she responded. We embraced and began to
kiss slowly, but passionately. Her lips parted
softly, and our tongues met. I slid my hands up
her stocking clad legs and under her skirt, then
rubbed the bare flesh above her stockings. I
cock was at full mast, and Jill softly stroked it
through my pants.
I was suddenly aching for her. I stepped back
and pulled off my shirt in a hurry. Barechested,
I stepped back towards Jill and went for her
sweater. She stopped me with a gentle but firm
touch.
"No," she said. "I want to take this slow.
We've got plenty of time."
My ears heard her, but my mind was having a
difficult time comprehending the meaning of her
words. Had she really said to take it slow? All
I could think about was seeing her naked body,
and fucking her. I knew it wasn't the most
romantic concept. It certainly wouldn't happen
that way in a movie, but that didn't change my
desire. From my experience with Ashley I was
thinking that if we had 24 hours, Jill and I
could do it at least 24 times.
I started to argue, but she placed a finger to my
lips and silenced me. I noticed that her hand
was trembling. "I want this to be a day I'll
remember. I want it to be perfect," she said.
"I don't want to rush around, or act like animals
who have no control over their thoughts and
actions."
I was a little big offended by her insinuations
about my actions, but mostly I was amazed by her
calm and poise. I realized Jill was taking
control of the situation. I felt somewhat like a
kindergartner being guided by an understanding
teacher. In the back of my mind I could hear a
macho voice telling me that I was the man, and
that I was the experienced one, and it was my job
to run the show. The rational part of my mind
pushed that voice away. I still felt the aching
in my loins, but Jill's confidence was also
soothing to me. More importantly, it had a
calming effect on her. Jill who liked to let
logic and reason lead her instead of passion, and
I knew that in the long run it would be in my
best interest to let her handle the situation in
the way she wanted.
She guided me to the bed and asked me to sit
down. It was a king size, and there were tons of
pillows near the head board. I arranged them so
they would prop me up, and leaned back. I
noticed now that there were candles all over the
room, and Jill walked around to light them, along
with some patchouli scented incense. She turned
on the stereo, which was filled with a mixture of
CD's by the Cure. Jill and I didn't always agree
on music, but that was a band we both loved.
Plus, the somber mellow songs seemed to fit the
tone. Finally, she closed the drapes to block
out the sunlight. The candles provided plenty of
illumination, but now the room seemed more
comfortable, and somewhat sensual.
Jill walked over to the bed and stood near its
edge. I got up and we stood face to face. Her
blue eyes locked on mine, and she seemed to gaze
straight into my soul.
"I love you," she whispered. "I love you so much
that it scares me sometimes, because if you ever
left me I would be crushed. I've never felt like
this before about anything."
"I love you, too," I said. "And I'll never leave
you."
"Good," she said. "Because I want to make you
really happy."
I rubbed the back of my hand across her soft
cheek, and we started to kiss. She wrapped her
arms around my nude torso as I held her face in
my hands. I kissed her forehead, and each of her
closed eyes. I kissed the tip of her nose, then
her chin, and finally back to her lips. It was a
long soft kiss. Our tongues tousled gently, and
when it was through, I pulled softly on her
bottom lip.
We stood staring at each other again. I didn't
have a lot of sexual experience, but there was no
mistaking the lust and longing in her big blue
eyes. She pushed me softly backwards onto the
bed. I leaned back into the pillows and Jill sat
on my crotch, straddling me. Her weight felt
good against my throbbing organ. She reached up
to her hair and unclipped it, then shook her head
provocatively and winked. I knew she was playing
around, but it was still very sexy.
She leaned forward and kissed me. Again I
reached for her sweater, and this time she didn't
resist. She lifted her arms for me as I removed
the garment. Beneath it, she was wearing a thin,
silky white collared blouse. Part of it had come
untucked when I pulled the sweater off. I could
clearly see the outline of her bra through the
material. She leaned forward and I slipped my
arms around her back, enjoying the feel of the
soft, almost frictionless blouse against my bare
chest.
This time, our kissing was more passionate. I
slid my tongue around her lips. Without thinking
about it, we began to move our hips in unison,
humping through our clothes. I couldn't remember
ever being so horny, but like Jill, I now wanted
to take things slowly. I opened the top two
buttons of her blouse and began kissing her neck.
I started sucking on the flesh along her collar
bone, making sure if I made a hickey it would be
out of sight.
Jill moaned softly. "I love it when you do
that," she whispered. I felt her hand slowly
sliding up my thigh, and she began to rub my cock
through my pants. It felt amazing. I place my
own hand on her thigh and slid it up past the
lacy top of her stocking. I started to rub the
bare flesh of her inner thigh. As I moved
upward, I could feel the heat beneath her skirt.
Jill's hand picked up speed as it rubbed my cock.
She was moaning softly now in response to my
touch. I continued to stroke her inner thigh
rapidly while my tongue and lips roamed along her
neck and collar bone. Slowly, inched my hand
upward until I felt the soft satin of her
panties. I touched her crotch and noticed how
damp the material was. Jill squealed at my
touch. I slid my hand around her panties,
rubbing her round ass, and back down to her
crotch. Finally, I slipped a finger in the leg
band. Unlike earlier in the week, Jill didn't
stop me. I could feel her pubic hair. It was
much softer than Ashley's, and seemed to be
sparser. I quickly pictured Ashley's pubic
region in my mind so I could map a path to Jill's
clitoris. As I slid my fingers across the
sensitive nub, Jill squealed again.
"I can't believe what you're doing," she said.
"Please don't stop."
I rubbed across the mound several times, and Jill
panted her pleasure with each touch. "Jill, why
don't you rub me while I rub you?" I asked.
"I am," she said breathlessly. She vigorously
slid her hand up and down my swollen dick.
"No," I said. "I mean for real."
Jill froze for a second and looked me in the
eyes. I continued to gently rub her clit. She
smiled a little, and without a word reached down
and unfastened my pants. She slipped her hand in
through my boxers and wrapped it around my cock.
Bolts of lightning shot through my entire body.
"Holy shit!" I grunted. She started pulling and
stroking my dick. "Be gentle," I said. "It's
sensitive."
She slowed down, and started to stroke it in a
more controlled, rhythmic fashion. Her hand slid
up and down, using my pre-cum for lubrication.
She gave a firm squeeze at the tip with each
stroke up. Jill was a master at reading my mind,
and quickly found the technique to tease and
please me best.
My mind seemed to be spinning out of control, I
started rubbing harder on her clit. Jill
responded by stroking back with more intensity.
We were both breathing heavy, and with each
movement I pushed the tips of my first to fingers
into her opening. She responded like a wild
woman. Her hand seemed to fly up and down my
shaft. She was pulling on it slightly and I was
suddenly aching for a release.
"Don't stop," I grunted. "Please don't stop,
Jill." She kept stroking while I rubbed her
clit. She was very much in control of me. With
almost no warning, I felt the tingling in my
balls. The pressure built up rapidly and then I
exploded. I could feel my cum shooting out into
my pants. Jill seemed unaware of what was
happening at first, and she kept pumping.
Without thinking, I rubbed her clit harder now
and started dipping my fingers inside her. I
felt the soft resistance of her hymen with my
finger tips. Jill seemed to be on another
planet as she kept jerking my rod even after I
finished cumming. She was moaning and panting
heavily as her body began to quiver.
Suddenly her moans turned to screams of pleasure.
She clenched her thighs tightly on my arm. "Oh,"
she moaned. "Oh it feels so good." Jill
orgasmed heavily and continued stroking me the
whole time. Her whole body seemed tense and she
seemed lost for several seconds. When it passed,
she kissed me passionately. It took her another
moment to realize I had climaxed. She pulled her
hand out of my pants, and saw that she had semen
on it. The two of us collapsed next to each
other and spent several minutes catching our
breath.
"Damn," I said finally. "That was amazing."
Jill rolled over wordlessly and kissed me firmly
on the lips. "Amazing doesn't begin to describe
it," she said, still panting slightly. "Are you
hungry? I'm ravished."
I looked at the clock on the nightstand and was
surprised to see it was just past noon. I had
been at Jill's for close to three hours. "Time
flies when you're having fun," I thought to
myself. I didn't really want to leave the
bedroom, but I realized I could use a bite to
eat. The two of us headed downstairs to the
kitchen.
I sat down at the same table where we had made
out on Thursday. It was also the same place
where we had eaten dinner with family on Friday.
I looked out the large bay windows as Jill
stirred around in the kitchen. It was a
beautiful autumn day, and there were several
foursomes out on the golf course. Again, I
fantasized about having sex right there on the
table with the golfers watching. Jill came over
with a large plate of fruit, cheese, and yogurt.
The two of us snacked and chatted about silly
things. Without thinking about it, the
conversation naturally drifted back towards sex.
"I'm having a lot of fun," Jill said. "I thought
I might feel guilty, but I don't really."
"I'm glad," I said.
"Do you want to watch some TV or something for a
little while?" she asked.
"I'll do whatever you want," I said. "What do
you want to do?"
She placed her hand on my leg and gave me a
suggestive look. I smiled and leaned over to
kiss her. She ran a hand across my bare chest.
Her hand continued upward. I could still feel
the dampness from cumming in my pants, but that
didn't stop me from getting hard again. Jill
stepped out of her chair and straddled me in
mine. Our hips started grinding automatically.
Suddenly, despite my fantasy, I felt self-
conscious about the window.
"Maybe we should move," I said.
"Don't worry," she responded. "They're tinted.
We can see out, but no one can see in."
That eased my worries. It was also kind of a
thrill. I felt like we were on display, even
though we weren't. Jill rubbed my cock
frantically as we kissed. Slowly, she slid down
my body until she was on her knees in front of
me. She quickly opened my pants and worked my
cock out through the fly of my boxers,
remembering to be gently. I was so surprised
that I didn't know what to do. She could have
been every mans fantasy and she knelt in front of
me in her innocent looking white blouse and plaid
skirt with my cock in her hand.
She looked up and down my shaft and at my balls,
examining them like a scientist discovering a new
specimen. "I can't believe what I'm doing," she
said. "It's different than I expected. Bigger,
thicker. It's kind of funny looking."
"Thanks," I said sarcastically.
"No," she said. "I didn't mean that. It's
exciting me a lot. It's just hard to imagine all
of it inside of me." She looked at it some more
before starting to slide her hand up and down.
Her eyes got bigger as she watched me respond to
her touch. It was obvious she was getting a
thrill out of watching my pleasure. I started to
breathe faster. Her hand job technique had been
improving for weeks, and now she seemed to have
it mastered. It was also obvious that she
enjoyed looking at my cock as she stroked it. At
first, she seemed a bit nervous and tentative,
but the nervousness dissipated with each stroke,
and it was replaced by amusement, arousal, and
confidence. Jill knew she was pleasing me by my
soft moans. She leaned forward, and took the tip
of my cock into her mouth.
I felt like I would explode immediately. Her
technique was not nearly as refined as Ashley's,
but the fact that the innocent, virginal girl
that I loved was sucking on my cock was driving
me wild. I was extremely aware of the heat and
warmth of her mouth. She bobbed her head up and
down slowly, while still massaging the base of my
penis with her hand. She was no where near deep
throating me, but I didn't give a shit. She
moved her mouth up and down slowly, sucking on my
cock. Her long blonde hair tickled my balls as
she took me in and out of her mouth. She wasn't
using her tongue at all, but I hardly noticed.
Every once in a while she would gaze up with her
big blue eyes and try to smile with my penis
between her lips. It was more than I could take.
I ran my hands through her silky hair and pulled
it back out of her face. She moved her head up
and down faster and I moved my hips with her,
being careful not to force myself in to deep.
Again, there was little warning to my orgasm.
The pressure seemed to build up out of nowhere,
and I knew I was going to cum hard. I forgot
that Jill didn't have Ashley's experience, so I
didn't give her a warning. I felt my balls
contract and then I erupted, shooting my come
into Jill's mouth. Jill's eyes got really big
indicating her surprise. She swallowed hastily,
and lasted a few seconds before gagging. She
pulled away coughing while some sperm trickled
out of her mouth. As my dick spasmed a final
time, I sent a few drops of cum across her
blouse.
I tried to catch my breath as I asked "Are you
alright?"
Jill swallowed a few times before nodding. "Yes.
It just caught me by surprise."
"I'm sorry, I should have warned you."
"It's okay," she said. "I'll know next time."
I was very pleased to hear her use the phrase
'next time'. I took her hands and pulled her up.
She straddled me again, and we kissed for several
seconds. I could taste my salty fluid on her
lips. I unbuttoned her blouse a little further,
revealing a smooth white satin bra with lacy
straps.
"My new lingerie," Jill said. "It's from
Victoria's Secret. What do you think?"
"I think it's very pretty," I said. "And I think
it's time to get you up stairs to repay your
favor."
"Don't males need some recovery time?" Jill
asked.
"I can think of plenty to do while we wait," I
answered.
We kissed again, and I told her to wrap her legs
and arms around me tightly. I stood up, and
started carrying her to her room. It was a lot
harder than it looked in the movies, but Jill was
light enough for me to make it up the stairs and
back to the bed. The candles and incense were
still burning, and the Cure CD's still shuffled
around on random in the background. Jill turned
the comforter down as well as well as the top
sheet. The bed linen was light green, like the
walls, and made of a high quality material. It
was smooth and cool to the touch. I took off my
pants and socks and climbed between the sheets
wearing nothing but my boxers.
Almost instantly, our bodies were locked
together. My penis was still recovering, but I
knew it wouldn't take very long. Only a few
buttons remained on her silky blouse, and I
quickly opened them and slipped it off her
shoulders. The bra was very simple, yet sexy,
and the white satin seemed to gleam in the candle
light. Her full breasts were stretching the
material to its limit, and I could see the slight
imprint of her hard nipples.
I pushed a cup down, exposing her strawberry
colored nipples. I took it in my mouth without
hesitating, and Jill moaned with delight. "I
really like that," she said softly. She ran her
fingers through my long dark hair as used my
tongue to toy with her nipples. I couldn't
believe how hard it was. I slid my hand around
to her ass and unzipped her skirt. Jill kicked
it off while I continued to suck her tit. I
leaned back a minute to look her over. Her
stockings were white thigh highs with a lace
covered elastic top. The panties were white
satin that matched the bra. Jill had a
spectacular, curvy body, and this was my first
chance to really look at it. The panties hugged
her round hips and ass. The exposed flesh
between her underwear and stocking was very pale
and sexy. Her stomach was flat, but not
muscular, and her breasts were very round and
ample. It was a large contrast to Ashley's
small, athletic build. I also found her a lot
sexier than the starved looking models that I'd
seen in porno magazines and movies with my
friends.
Once again, I began to suck on her nipple while
my hand went down her panties. Jill pulled me
tightly against her as she sucked on my neck and
gently rubbed my penis. I couldn't believe how
much better it felt to have our bare flesh
touching without all the layers of clothing. I
started fingering her again and rubbing her clit.
Jill gyrated her hips softly into my hand, urging
me not to stop. I could feel the soft resistance
of her hymen, but I didn't apply much pressure.
With my thumb, I stroked her clit while Jill
moaned for more. I cupped her breast with my
free hand, and started to gently tug at her
nipple with my teeth. She buried her head into
my shoulder and softly bit me. Her hand was
moving briskly against my penis, and I was
starting to get very hard.
I slid my finger in and out at a faster pace, but
remained gentle. I felt Jill grip my body
tightly. "I'm having one," she whispered
suddenly. Her body became tense, and this time I
recognized the signs of her orgasm. She moaned
with delight and pulled on my cock until it was
over. I let her enjoy the moment before
speaking.
"I'm ready again, if you are," I said softly.
She gave my cock a last squeeze, realizing I was
fully erect. She was silent for a second. "You
mean, ready to make love?" she asked. I nodded.
She seemed to deliberate a second more. "I'm
ready too," she said. "Please be gentle." I
told her I would.
I slid my boxers off and threw them aside. My
erection stood out in front of me like some
absurd pointing stick. I reached over and took
her panties, and slowly slid them down. Jill
lifted her ass to help me. Instantly, I was
overwhelmed by her musk. The scent was sharp and
pungent. It was very different from Ashley's
scent, and very intoxicating. I pulled the
panties all the way down and threw them aside.
I studied Jill's pubic region just like she had
mine. Her pubic hair was sparse and neatly
trimmed. It was very fair in color, and fine to
the touch. It looked like little strands of gold
woven around her entrance. The vagina itself was
visually pleasing. Her clit was swollen and
obvious. I was mesmerized by every intricate
fold of her flesh. I slid my fingers around,
feeling her wetness. I lined the tip of my cock
up to her entrance.
Slowly, I pushed forward and penetrated her. The
sensation I felt was unbelievable. I had never
had sex without a condom before. Her vagina was
very hot and moist. It also felt much tighter
than Ashley's. I leaned over Jill in the
missionary position, and pushed onward when I
felt the slight resistance. I broke her hymen
without much effort and continued to slide myself
in. A few tears ran from Jills's eyes and she
gripped my arms tightly.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"It hurts," she said. "Go slow."
I slid my cock back out, and then buried it in
her again. Jill whimpered slightly, but it was
more pleasure than pain. I thrust again, and
this time, it was met with a little more
pleasure. I was trying my best to remain
patient, but the sensation of being inside her
was unbelievable. After fucking Ashley with a
rubber on, I assumed it wouldn't be much better
without one. I had been very wrong. I slid in
and out again, and Jill clutched me tightly. She
was moaning and breathing heavily. We both were.
I started fucking her gently, taking my time.
She was beginning to thrust back now. A few
stray tears still ran down her cheeks, but for
the most part, she was ignoring the pain, at
least temporarily. I continued to move in and
out, swiveling my hips, remembering what moves
had been most pleasing to Ashley.
Jill was really starting to get into it. We were
still going slow, but she was moving her hips in
rhythm with mine, taking the full length of my
cock inside her. She started to pant heavily,
and despite my desire to be gentle, my body
seemed to increase the tempo without consulting
my brain. Jill's pussy was tight and hot, and I
knew I wouldn't last very long, so I was happy
when she started to climax. I felt her vagina
clench on my penis, and she moaned loudly. She
didn't have as much control over her actions as
she'd had before. She closed her eyes and
shouted my name repeatedly, and it was all that I
could stand. I gave three hard thrusts, and I
felt myself explode. My hot cum shot up inside
of her. Despite my earlier orgasms, I still
released several shots of sperm. We both
continued humping for several minutes after our
orgasm. Finally, we stopped and just laid there.
I left my penis inside of her, letting it grow
flaccid. We kissed for several seconds.
Eventually, I moved to Jill's side, and we moved
to a spooning position.
I don't know how long we laid like that without
speaking. It seemed like a long time, but I
never really got tired of it. I was the first to
break the silence.
"How do you feel?" I asked softly.
"I feel happy," she said. "And content, and maybe
a little sad."
"Why is that?"
"I just feel like I've taken a big step in my
life," she said. "And I've enjoyed it, and I'm
so happy it was with you, but at the same time,
it's not something I can ever undo. I can never
go back to the way I was before. I always
thought I would wait, until I met you that is."
"Did I force you into something you didn't want?"
I asked. I was feeling a little guilty.
"No," she said. "No, I didn't mean that at all.
I told you last night that I've known for months.
I knew I wanted to sleep with you. You didn't
force me into anything, so don't think that. The
way you look at me, the way you treat me…it's
unlike anything I've ever known. I'm not talking
about when we are fooling around. I'm talking
about when we are just hanging out, or talking on
the phone. You listen to me, and all my thoughts
and dreams, even when they're silly, and you say
nice things to me. At first, I thought it was
just something you did to flirt with me and woo
me or whatever. But after a while, I noticed
that it wasn't something you did consciously.
It's not something you thought about. It's just
what you did, it was your natural reaction to
me."
I didn't know what to say, so we just laid
silently again. She was right, I had never
really planned out my actions around her. I
listened to her because I was interested in what
she had to say, and any complements I gave her
were only my true thoughts, not some line I was
using to get sex. As our relationship had
progressed, sex had always been in my mind, but
it was never my intention from the beginning. I
had told her I loved her on many occasions, but
that was the first time I realized it was
completely true. I suddenly felt like an ass for
cheating on her. I told myself then that it
would not happen again. Hopefully, Ashley had
gotten tired of me already, but if not, I would
have to resist the temptation.
I wrapped my arm tighter around and Jill, and
kissed the back of her neck. "Are you in any
pain?" I asked.
"A little," she said. "it doesn't really hurt.
It's more like a soreness, like you get in your
legs after running or something."
"Jill, I'm glad my first time making love was
with you." In my mind, it wasn't a lie. My
experiences with Ashley had just been fucking,
there was no love involved. With Jill, it had
been completely different. It was emotionally
gratifying, as well as physically.
"So am I. Look at us," she said. For the first
time I realized that the bed was the same height
as the dresser, and that we were lined up with
the large mirror. Our reflection was framed like
a picture in the huge sheet of glass. "We look
beautiful."
The candles were burning down, but there was
still plenty of light to see by. I looked in the
mirror and studied the reflection. Jill's back
was resting against my nude chest. Her body was
very soft and feminine, while mine was a harder,
masculine outline in the background. My right
arm was draped across her body and against her
flat stomach. She was still wearing her
stockings and bra, but one of the cups was pushed
down, exposing her ruddy nipple. I could see a
couple of small hickeys developing along her
collar bone, and one on my shoulder. The sheets
were pushed down, and I could clearly see golden
bush in the mirror. I slid my hand down, and
gently twirled my fingers in the hair. "You look
beautiful," I said. "I just look lucky."
She turned and kissed me on the lips. "How would
you like your second time making love to be with
me?" She reached a hand back and began massaging
my scrotum.
"Right now?" I asked. "Are you okay?"
She nodded and kissed me again. Her hand found
the tip of my penis, and started to fondle it. I
ran my tongue slowly against the back of her
neck. Two fingers slid down, and dipped into her
vagina. Jill moaned softly, and I started to
nibble at her earlobe. It sent a chill through
her body, and she responded delightfully.
She released my penis briefly, and reached behind
her back to unclasp her bra. She shrugged it off
and onto the floor. "Do you like that better?"
I gazed at her breasts for the first time in the
mirror and told her how pretty they were. They
were such a contrast to Ashley's. Her orbs were
very full, and a creamy shade of white, with
large strawberry colored nipples right in the
middle. I continued to finger her with one hand,
while the other slid under her body and around to
the breasts. I started groping it while Jill
replaced the hand on my cock. She pumped on it
vigorously, making me hard again. I continued
sucking on her neck and ear while my fingers
plunged in and out of her pussy. She was getting
wet, and I was eager to enter her. I lifted her
leg slightly, and she aligned my cock with her
opening. It was my first time going in from
behind, and it took a few tries to get it right.
Finally, I got lined up and my shaft slid in
easily. Jill gasped with delight. She rolled
onto her stomach, and I moved with her without
taking my cock out. She positioned herself on
all fours, with me behind her. I continued to
fondle her breast with one hand, while the other
tickled her clit. Then I started to fuck her.
There seemed to be less friction this time, and I
easily slid in and out, building up momentum
quickly. Jill was noticeably louder as she began
to pant and moan. The big bed started to rock
back and forth and make creaking sounds with
every thrust. "Oh that feels so good," Jill
panted. She reached back and grasped the hand I
had on her clit. She moved it around slightly,
and when I touched her again, she went wild.
Jill squealed with delight and I could tell she
was cumming. Her vagina seemed to be milking my
dick as it clenched tighter for a few seconds.
Jill's body tensed up and froze while I continued
to enter her. When it was over, she looked back
and smiled at me. Then she started pushing back
with her hips. She urged my cock deeper inside,
and I started fucking her hard. Along with the
creaking bed, the headboard was now slamming
against the wall. For several minutes, it would
make a constant bang, like the sound of driving a
nail. Then we would reach a frenzy, and for
several seconds the banging would increase to
rapid machine gun fire. Then back to the hammer.
Jill's breasts swayed back and forth as I
penetrated her again and again.
The sights were very similar to my fantasies, but
I had never dreamt about the sounds, and the
smell. There was still the lingering smell of
incense. It mixed with the strong scent of
Jill's sex, and the familiar odor of her perfume.
There was also the smell of perspiration. All of
the smells mingled together and left a strong
imprint on my mind that would always associate
with fucking Jill. The sounds also were recorded
in my memory as I built towards an orgasm. We
were both breathing heavy and moaning. Jill was
panting, squealing, and talking in a somewhat
husky voice. The bed continued to creak, the
music played in the background, and the headboard
crashed into the wall repeatedly. With each
entry, I heard the wet sounds of her pussy, and
the slapping of our bare flesh.
To me, it was much better than any fantasy, or
anything I'd seen in some skin flick. I started
fucking harder, and the headboard once again
sounded like a machine gun. Jill was close
again, and so was I.
"Show me the spot," I said, and she took my hand
again and guided it to her special place. I
waited for her moaning to reach a feverish pitch,
and then I touched her again, and she seemed to
explode. Jill's body went out of control and she
bucked and swerved against my rod. My cock
jumped, and I sent my seed inside of her in a hot
rush. We kept fucking, both of us shouting out
our orgasms. This time when we were through, we
collapsed in a pile, both of us sweating and
panting. We kept kissing and fondling each other
for several seconds. Eventually, we cooled down
a little and both dozed off.
I woke up to the sounds of Jill moving around the
room. She had tidied up her dirty laundry, and
still held the white blouse in her hand. She was
wearing the button down top to a pair of navy
blue flannel pajamas. I hung down just past her
ass, and I could see a bit of her lavender cotton
panties when she bent over. She looked at me as
I sat up. "I didn't mean to wake you," she said.
I commented on her clothes. "I felt funny
walking around naked. Are you hungry?" I looked
at the clock and saw it was after 8 p.m. I put
on some clean boxers and we went downstairs.
Jill took the cum-stained blouse and the bed
sheets and put them in the washer. I offered to
help her with dinner, but she wouldn't let me. I
told her at least not to go through much trouble,
so she just prepared a frozen pizza.
We didn't say much while we ate. The atmosphere
between us was now different. Before, there had
always been an underlying sexual tension, and now
it was gone. We were relaxed, and very
comfortable with each other. We finished eating,
and Jill cleaned up the dishes, again refusing
any help from me.
"I feel a little nasty," she said as we went
upstairs. "I'm dirty and sticky. I think I'll
take a shower." She told me I could watch TV in
her room while she bathed. I sat down and I
heard her turn the water on so it could heat up.
I didn't take long for the idea to jump into my
head. I turned off the television, and found the
bathroom door unlocked. I dropped my underwear
and went in.
Jill was standing next to standing room only
shower. She had let her ponytail down, and was
brushing out her hair. She turned and looked at
me with surprise, then her eyes moved down to my
erection. It was obvious she understood my
intention.
We came together without saying a word. I kissed
her strongly and pressed her body against the
glass shower door. Steam was starting to rise
out of the cubicle. I nimbly opened the buttons
on her flannel shirt, revealing her gorgeous
breasts again. I pulled her to me and opened the
shower door, then pushed her in frantically.
There wasn't much room, so we stood closely
together kissing passionately while the steaming
hot water cascaded over our bodies. I started
kissing her neck, and slowly descended downward.
I ran my tongue around her neck, flicking at her
left nipple, and then her right. I sucked on the
side of her right tit, knowing it would leave
another hickey. Jill leaned back against the
wall, and water ran down her body, dripping from
her breasts. Her blonde hair was soaked, and I
thought it to be a very sensual look. I slid my
tongue down her stomach, and found her navel. I
swirled around it several times, and Jill
responded favorably.
Her panties were high cut, lavender, and cotton.
There was a little bow in the front, and lace
trim at the legs and waist. They were soaked
from the hot shower water. I grabbed the waist
band with my teeth and pulled out, then let it
snap back. Jill moaned slightly. I gripped the
panties again with my teeth, and she used her
hands to help me pull them down as I dropped to
my knees in the shower.
I knelt gazing directly at her pussy. It was
only a few inches from my face, and the smell was
strong and overpowering. Again, I was
intoxicated by her blonde bush, and swollen pink
clit. I wasn't sure what to do, but I leaned
forward and kissed it. Jill seemed a bit
nervous, but I continued to suck on it, and she
relaxed. I ran my fingers around the lips of her
vagina, and two of them sunk into her. I started
to finger bang her while I flicked at her clit
with my tongue. I still wasn't sure about my
technique, but I was very turned on. The smell
and the bitter taste were an incredible
aphrodisiac. She started rubbing her nipples
with one hand, and placed the other in my hair.
Her eyes were closed, and the water was dripping
down her body. It collected around her stomach,
and all ran through her pussy and into my mouth.
I lapped at it like a dog. I nibbled and sucked
on her clit and the surrounding area. My fingers
continued to go in and out, and Jill's entire
body froze. I knew she was cumming, and she
called out my name while I continued to snack on
her vagina.
When she was through, I continued licking until
she grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet.
"Fuck me now," she said.
"What?" I was shocked. Jill had never used the
F-word in my presence.
"Now," she said. "Fuck me now."
I turned Jill so her back was to me. She placed
her hands on the wall and stuck her ass outwards.
I lined up my dick and slipped right into her
vagina. It was even hotter than usual. The
shower water seemed to be washing away some of
the lubrication, so it was a little rough at
first. There was a lot more friction, and I knew
I would come quickly. Jill was already panting
heavily, so I didn't waste any time. I started
fucking her hard Our flesh slapped together
while the steam heated up our bodies. Jill was
nearly screaming her delight now. She was
getting close to cumming when I shot my load. My
hot jizz sprayed inside her, and I reached around
to fondle her favorite spot. She climaxed
immediately. The two of us stood there in the
shower, pressed against the wall, cumming for
several seconds. My knees were so weak, I
thought I would fall down.
After that, we actually did clean the cum and
sweat off or each other's body. We dried off,
and Jill put her night shirt back on with a new
pair of panties. We watched television for a
while before going to bed and making love for the
fourth time that day. It was not as intense as
the other times, but it was still incredible.
Afterwards, we both slept like babies until
morning. We woke up sore, but happy.
Monday: I laid in the bed watching Jill dress for
school. She put on plain white panties and a matching
bra, along with a light pink skirt and a pullover
sweater that was a darker shade of pink. She was only
dressed for 15 minutes before I had her stripped down
and between the sheets again. We fucked twice before
leaving for school, and barely made it there on time.
We didn't have the same first period, so we went our
separate ways at the door. As I sat in my class, I
relived the event of the weekend in my head. My time
with Ashley had been fun, but it didn't compare to the
pleasure I had gotten by being with Jill. Ashley and
I had a physical connection, but Jill and I shared so
much more. I resolved to myself that I would be
totally honest with Jill in the future, and that I was
through with Ashley for good.
***********
"I can't wait to ravish your body," I said.
"Well you have to," Jill replied with a smile.
"At least for another hour you do."
I pressed her firmly against the edge of the open
locker, letting her feel the hard on behind my
zipper. We were mostly hidden from view, and I
stole a quick kiss. Jill's white, sleeveless
blouse was fairly thin, and I could see the
imprint of her hardening nipple. I reached up
and rubbed it through the soft silk. My other
hand crept up her thigh and beneath her suede
skirt. She responded by sliding her hand between
my legs and pressing against my cock. We kissed
again, and I was forgetting where we were until
Jill pulled away.
"Come on," she said. "We have to get to
Spanish." She kissed my cheek and gave my
erection one last squeeze before pushing me away.
Jill turned and walked down the hallway. I
waited for the bulge in my pants to relax a
little before following her.
"Fuck Spanish," I muttered to myself as I walked
down the hall. I would have been perfectly
content to ditch class and have an extra hour to
spend fucking my girlfriend. Unfortunately, I
knew she wouldn't be up for that. "At least we
won't be doing anything in class," I thought to
myself. It was the first Friday of the month,
and our teacher always had us watch some Mexican
soap opera on first Friday's. She thought it was
a good way for us to learn from native speakers,
as well as track our progress over the last
month. Most students in the class couldn't
understand any of the show, but I was actually
starting to understand it from month to month.
I got to class just as the tardy bell rang. Jill
was already at her desk in the back of the room,
and I took a seat next to her. My cock was still
swollen in my pants, and I could feel a case of
blue balls coming on—something I hadn't dealt
with much recently.
"Como esta?" Jill asked playfully.
"I'm fucking horny, you tease." I answered. Jill
giggled at my response.
"La profesora" wheeled out a cart with the
television and VCR. She hit play and dimmed the
lights, and the class settled in for an hour of
Mexican melodrama that most of them didn't even
understand.
Not five minutes had passed before I felt Jill's
hand under the desk, creeping up my thigh. I
almost jumped out of my seat. "This is new!" I
thought. Our relationship had certainly changed
since that fateful summer day when I had bumped
into Jill in the book store and asked her out for
the first time. I glanced anxiously around the
room. Mrs. Diaz was busy doing paperwork at her
desk. Some of the students were watching the
television program, but most seemed to be zoning
out or drifting off to sleep. I looked over at
Jill, and she winked at me. Her hand continued
to climb until it rested firmly on my crotch.
Instantly, I was rock hard. I was wearing a pair
of khaki pants, and as she ran her fingers along
the length of my cock, bolts of electricity shot
through my body. I kept glancing around the
room, scared someone would notice, but everyone
was in their own little world. Jill drug her
fingers up and down from base to shaft, teasing
my prick. She had learned just how to push my
buttons. I gasped involuntarily. Jill's eyes
got big and she quickly put a finger to her lips,
telling me to keep quiet.
I calmed down, and Jill started stroking my shaft
again. She would slide her hand up it's length,
and then give the head a firm squeeze. She
repeated it over and over. Every time I got a
little too excited, she would stop and give me an
evil glare. The class was 50 minutes long, and
Jill kept me at the edge for nearly 40 of those
minutes. As time wound down, I was so horny I
couldn't move. I had my head on my desk, and I
was chewing on the straps of my book bag to keep
my breathing under control. Jill suddenly
switched her technique and focused only on the
head of my cock. She had jerked me off enough
times to know exactly what to do. She pressed
firmly on the tip of my cock and jiggled her hand
back and forth rapidly. I felt my cock twitch,
and seconds later I was spraying in my pants. I
bit down hard on the strap of my book bag and
narrowly avoided screaming out. Afterwards, I
lay there with my head down, waiting for the last
few moments of class to pass. When the bell
rang, I used a notebook to shield the stain in my
pants as Jill and I made a bee line for the
parking lot.
Ten minutes later, Jill had turned off the old
dirt road and parked her car behind the
dilapidated barn. Nearly six months had passed
since the first time we made love, and neither of
us had grown tired of it. It was the most
constant thing in a relationship that was
starting to have problems. Jill was never wild
or kinky, but she was a creative lover with a
voracious appetite. When the two of us were
alone, he good girl image quickly went down the
drain.
After our first night together, we had made love
any time we got the chance. For the first few
weeks, it hadn't always been easy to find the
time or a place to go. Then Jill's dad had given
her the SUV for an early Christmas present. We
had discovered the old barn a week later, and had
taken advantage of our secret location ever
since. We'd been going there at the end of every
school day for nearly four months.
Jill opened the windows and let the spring air
into the vehicle while I put the back seat down,
giving us room to lay down. Jill joined me in
the back of the Jeep. We started kissing
passionately as I opened her blouse. Her bra was
white satin. It was the same one she had bought
for our first night together. It had only been
six months, but sometimes it seemed like a
different lifetime. On that night, I had
promised her I would never leave, and I had
promised myself I would be faithful to my
girlfriend. For six months, I had kept those
promises, but it was starting to get harder.
I pushed Jill's blouse off her shoulders and
unclasped her bra. I flung it aside, allowing
her tits to swing freely—a sight I never tired
of. Jill was just as busy removing my clothing.
She anxiously removed my shirt and cum stained
pants. She started climbing on me, and we made
out feverishly. As usual, we were burning for
each other. I reached under her skirt and slid
her panties off, while her hand found my cock
once again.
I slid my fingers around the lips of her freshly
shaved pussy. I pulled at them gently, and
pinched her clitoris. One finger found its way
into her opening, quickly followed by a second.
I slid them in and out rhythmically.
"Take me," Jill panted. "I'm so ready for you."
She rolled onto her hands and knees, and I
positioned myself behind her. We rotated through
several positions in our love making, but we
always came back to doggie style. Jill was very
much in control of most things in her life, but
she liked to relinquish that control during sex.
I pushed the suede skirt up so I could see her
perfect ass. The tip of my cock was at her
entrance, and I plunged forward. Her pussy made
a soft slurping sound as it sucked me in. Jill
arched her back and pushed her ass towards me,
burying my cock to its hilt. We started fucking
without hesitation. My long dick pulled out,
glistening with her juices, then it slipped back
into her hot cunt.
"Oh yes," Jill moaned, as she took me deeper. I
started fucking her harder, enjoying the sound of
our flesh slapping together and the sight of her
big breasts jostling about. I placed one hand on
her swollen clit, and wrapped the other in her
blond pony tail and pulled her head back.
"Yes," she panted. "Yes, you own me. You
fucking own me." I started pumping faster.
Jill's squealing was out of control. If someone
happened to be in the area, they would easily
hear her voice carrying out the open windows.
The thought made me even hotter, and I shifted
into top gear. I felt the familiar clench of
Jill's sex. Her breathing seemed to stop, and
every muscle froze, and a few seconds later she
was cumming. I responded with an orgasm of my
own as I jettisoned my hot cum inside of her.
The two of us collapsed in a naked heap as we
struggled to catch our breath.
A few minutes later, we were dressed and in the
front of the car again. Jill turned the engine
and pulled back out onto the gravel road. This
was the time of day when things usually took a
turn for the worse. Lately, our post-coital
discussions had been more like arguments.
"So," I started, "Have you given any more thought
to the party tonight?"
"I told you before, I don't want to go to that,"
she said.
The party was going to be a good one. Mikey
Hammond's parent's were going out of town for the
weekend, and he was throwing a keg party at their
house. He was another rich kid who lived just up
the golf course from Jill inside the local
country club. Even though I had stopped fucking
my neighbor Ashley, my old friendship with her
had resurfaced, and as a result, I was starting
to get invited to the good parties. The problem
was that Jill never wanted to go.
"Jill, why not?" I asked. "It's just a party."
"Because I don't want to be around all that.
There will be people drinking, and smoking, and
using drugs and having sex everywhere, and I
don't want to be around it."
"Just because other people are drinking doesn't
mean you have to," I said. "And we just finished
having sex ten minutes ago." I had been getting
tired of her excuses for the last couple of
months.
"What we did was in private, and we are in a
relationship together. I don't want to be around
all the exhibitionism and promiscuity. I don't
want to talk about this anymore. Why don't you
just go with Trey and Cameron?"
"Because," I answered, "Trey and Cameron are not
by girlfriends. I probably will go with Trey
though, and Cammie is going with a date." Trey,
Cameron and I had grown up together and been good
friends for years. "You never want to talk about
anything anymore, Jill. All you do is bitch and
moan."
"Well you didn't mind my moaning when we were in
the back of car, did you?" she asked.
I didn't bother to answer her. It seemed like
every day we were following the same routine. We
got along great for several hours, we had sex,
and then we argued. Every once in a while we
would go for several days without an argument,
but the pattern always seemed to come back.
Almost any reason was an excuse to get at one
another's throats. Sometime, we didn't even need
a reason. The problem was, it wasn't one big
thing driving us apart. It was a combination of
little things, basically caused by our diverging
paths. Jill was a rich girl with a conservative
viewpoint, whose main focus was on succeeding in
the classroom as opposed to the social scene. On
the other hand, I was middle class with radical
viewpoints and I had tasted popularity, and I was
hungry for more. Jill wanted to spend quite
evenings watching movies, or going out to dinner,
which was fine with me most of the time. But I
also wanted to go to parties, and drink beer, and
raise a little hell from time to time. The
longer we had been together, the more our
individual personalities had developed, and it
had caused the relationship to suffer. I still
loved her, but it felt like the only time we got
along for real was during sex.
We were silent for a while before Jill piped up.
"My mom thinks you need to get a hair cut." I
had been letting my dark hair grow, and it was
starting to cover my ears.
"I didn't realize I was dating your mother," I
said.
"Well," she responded. "It wouldn't hurt to try
and please her. She thinks you look scruffy."
"I think she can suck my dick," I said without
thinking. Accepting criticism from Ma Starks was
not my idea of a good time. Jill was noticeably
disturbed. "Look," I said. "We're close enough
to my house. Why don't you just drop me off
here. I was going to Trey's anyway."
She pulled the car over to the curb. "I'll call
you tomorrow," I said.
"Don't drink too much or do anything stupid," she
responded. I leaned over and kissed her lightly
on the cheek.
"I love you."
"I love you, too" she said.
I got out of the car and Jill pulled away and
drove off. I could still feel my blood boiling
with rage, but I also felt depression and guilt.
I walked the two blocks to Trey's house. I got
there in time to eat dinner with his family, then
the two of us went upstairs to his room. He had
a pack of cigarettes stashed away, and we sat
smoking with our heads hanging out the window. I
told him about the argument with Jill.
"Dude," Trey began, "You should dump her. How
many arguments is that this week?"
"Three," I said.
"It's time to admit it's not going to work and
move on," he said.
"But I love her."
"You lover her, or you love having sex with her?"
he asked.
"Well, both," I said.
"Time to move on," he repeated.
Cameron and her boyfriend, Brent Giles, were
giving us a ride to the party. Trey had a half
empty bottle of tequila hidden in his closet that
he had procured a few months back. By the time
our ride arrived, the two of us were warmed up
for the party.
We got to the party around 9, and I spent the
first part of the evening pounding as much
alcohol as I could. I mingled with the crowd,
greeting classmates, alumni, and people from
other local schools. It reminded me of my first
big party with Ashley. I hadn't really known
anyone. Now, most of the people around were at
least casual acquaintances, and some I considered
friends. Lana Marsden fell into the friend
group.
I bumped into her about halfway through the
evening. She looked gorgeous, as usual, and more
than a little bit drunk. Her boyfriend Mikey was
the party's host, and the two of them had been
drinking with friends since school let out.
"Hello, Chemistry partner," she slurred as she
threw her arms around my neck. Lana and I were
in the same chemistry class. Our professor had
assigned lab partners at the beginning of they
year using the class roll, and since our last
names were next to each other, the two of us were
partners. Over the last month, we had been
spending a lot of time together working on a
science project for the class.
Lana hugged me tightly and laid a solid kiss on
my cheek as a greeting. She was wearing a light
blue tank top and a pair of tight black pants
that hugged her skinny ass. She was a very
attractive, free spirited girl whose family had
moved to the US from Australia two years earlier.
At five foot ten, she was tall for a girl, and
she had big blue eyes, and long strawberry blonde
hair. Lana was slender with long legs and an
athletic build. She was also a cheerleader, and
a close friend of Ashley's. Her outgoing,
vivacious personality had caused me to develop a
small crush on her over the last month. We were
both in serious relationships, so I had not acted
on my impulse, but the crush didn't help things
in my deteriorating relationship with Jill.
"So," she said drunkenly, "Are we going to work
on some science tomorrow, Chemistry Partner?"
Our project was due in a few days, and we had
planned to meet early Saturday morning.
"Yeah, I guess we have to." I replied.
"Good," she said in her thick accent. "I like
spending time with you. I have fun. It's nice
to be around someone with a brain every now and
then." She nodded across the room at her
boyfriend. "Some people aren't able to discuss
anything other than football." She squeezed my
ass firmly and walked off.
I was a little confused by the situation, and
started to follow her when Cameron came up to me.
"Hey honey," I said. "What happened to your
date?"
"I sent him off to play with the other boys for a
while," she said. "Trey told me about your
problems with Jill. Why don't we go outside?"
The two of us walked out to the patio and sat
down by the pool. Even though it was spring, the
air was still chilly at night, and no one was
swimming. I shared the details of the argument
with my best friend.
Cameron sat listening quietly. "What a bitch,"
she said finally.
"You don't think it's partially my fault?" I
asked.
"Hey," she said, "Did you refuse to go to her
parents fancy dinner party? Or their ritzy New
Years Eve thing?" I told her I hadn't. "Then
why can't Jill do something that you want to do?"
she asked. "Is it so much to ask for her
highness to come down from her ice castle and
walk among the common people?" I sat silently.
"I haven't said anything, because I knew you
liked this girl a lot, but I've never liked her.
She's not right for you. She's stuck up, she's
snobby, and she's introverted."
"And who is right for me?" I asked. I knew
Cameron was probably right, but I was still angry
about it. "You?"
"No," she said with a giggle. "I don't think
that will ever happen. You just need a more
outgoing girl, who doesn't mind spending time
with your friends. Someone like Ashley, but not
so slutty. I love her to death, but she's
probably fucked half the football team."
"You know what," I said angrily. "I think you
and Trey should mind your own fucking business.
You've never been in a serious relationship. He
was with Sharon Parker for a few months, and then
she dumped him. And she's probably slept with
the entire football team since, not just half."
Cameron sat quietly while I vented. The two of
us had been friends long enough to have several
fights, and she knew I was just frustrated, and
not angry with her.
"Honey, we just want what's best for you," she
said finally.
"Well, I think I can figure that out on my own,"
I said. I turned and left the party. I stumbled
out onto the golf course and over to Jill's
house. It was late, but the light was still on
in her bedroom window. I thought about getting
her attention, then decided against it. I had
been drinking, and that would only lead to
another argument. I stumbled off towards home.
It was a lengthy walk, but I needed the time to
clear my head and sober up a little. I was
exhausted when I finally got there, and I went
straight to bed.
I woke up the next morning bright and early. I
felt a little bit nauseous, but otherwise there
were no adverse effects from the previous night's
drinking. I had time to shower and grab some
breakfast before Lana picked me up to work on the
project. We were working at her house because
she had a large desk and a computer in her
bedroom. At my house, the family computer was in
a common area, and we were constantly getting
interrupted. Lana rang the doorbell of my house
just after I finished cleaning my dishes. I
opened the door and greeted her. She was wearing
a plain white V-neck t-shirt, and a pair of faded
jeans. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled
back in a pony tail, and she looked great. I
told my parents I was leaving, and we drove over
to her house. Her parents greeted us when we
arrived, then we went upstairs to work on our
science project.
"So are you ready to learn more about how
pollution causes acid rain?" she asked after we
got settle in.
"Oh yes," I replied. "Nothing gives me a hard on
quicker than studying science."
"I bet I could," she said with a suggestive wink.
I just laughed. No matter how boring the project
got, the two of us always had fun together. Lana
was flirtatious and funny with a great
personality. She was very easy to talk to, and
hard to offend. She was the first Australian I
had ever met, and she fit the Hollywood
stereotype perfectly. Her mother also seemed
very liberal. Her father was American, and acted
more like the typical parent. He had even had
reservations about letting the two of us work in
her bedroom. Lana had convinced him that he
should be worrying more about what she does with
her boyfriend instead of me.
After a little more joking around and harmless
flirting, we got to work. By early afternoon we
had made a significant dent in the project and
decided to take a break. We got a couple of
sandwiches from the kitchen, then sat on her bed
watching the Braves game on TBS.
We sat chatting for a while after our meal.
"Were you hung over this morning? You seemed
pretty drunk last night." I asked.
"No, not really," she said. "I think drinking is
in my blood. It's part of being Australian. I
wasn't that drunk last night."
"Then why did you pinch my ass?" I asked.
"I did not," she said. I assured her that she
had. "Well," she said with a shrug. "It's not a
bad bum." She slapped me firmly on the rump.
"Neither is yours" I said, and reached for her
butt. It was very firm compared to Jill's and I
left my hand there a little too long.
"What are you doing?" she asked?
"I'm not sure," I answered. I softly squeezed
her cheek again. Her blue eyes were gazing at me
intently.
"You shouldn't do that," she said softly. "I
might not like it."
I continued to rub her tight butt. "I think you
like it just fine." I wasn't thinking at all
about my actions, or the possible consequences.
Lana moved closer to me on the bed.
"I think you're right," she said.
She crawled towards me on the bed, while I kept
squeezing her ass. She leaned forward and kissed
me softly. We both gazed at each other wide
eyed. Her t-shirt hung down, and I could see her
white bra and small perky tits. Our lips parted
after a few seconds. "I've been wanting to do
that for a while," she said.
"So have I," I confessed. I wrapped my arm
around her back and moved her so she was
straddling me. We kissed again and I rubbed my
hand along her back and ass. She pushed me until
I was laying back on the bed, with her on top.
We continued to kiss. She unclipped her hair and
I ran my fingers through it, combing it out.
"You are so fucking sexy, Lana," I said.
I started gyrating my hips, grinding up into her
crotch. Lana moaned softly, and untucked her t-
shift from her jeans. In one quick motion, she
pulled it over her head and cast it to the floor.
I could see her hard little nipples through the
white bra. I grabbed her body and rolled her
onto her back so that I was on top. Once again I
started to grind my crotch into her. I put on a
hand on her breast and started to fondle it while
she ran her fingers through my shaggy hair. We
kissed hard, and when I came up for air she
spoke.
"There's a condom in my purse," she said nodding
across the room.
I got up rapidly and walked over to the desk. I
opened her purse to find the rubber. "I don't
need one of these with Jill," I thought to
myself. Suddenly, the reality of the situation
hit me. I froze up and just stood there.
"What's a matter?" Lana asked. "Can't you find
it?"
"We can't do this," I said. I reached for a
chair and sat down hard.
"Well why the fuck not?" she asked. "I was right
when I said I could give you a hard on this
morning. I felt it down there. Don't worry
about my parents, they never come up here."
"It's not that," I said. "I have a girlfriend.
You have a boyfriend. We can't do this to them."
"If it makes you feel better, Mikey and I haven't
been getting along so well," she said.
"But do you want to betray him?"
She seemed to think for a second. "No, I guess
not" she said finally. She didn't look happy
about the decision. I didn't feel much better.
She grabbed for her t-shirt. "C'mon," she said.
"I'll give you a ride home. We can finish this
tomorrow."
"You know what," I said. "I think I'll just
walk. I need to clear my head."
I said goodbye and left. Lana's family lived
close to the country club, and I headed in that
direction. Ten minutes later, I stood at Jill's
front door. She answered the bell when I rang.
Jill was dressed casually in a light blue fitted
t-shirt, and black pleated skirt with little blue
flowers on it. We decided to go for a walk, and
headed off along the cart path on the golf
course.
I had intended to confess everything to her, but
almost instantly we were arguing about my hair
again. By the time we reached the bathhouse at
the sixth tee, we were nearly shouting at each
other.
"Why do we always have to do this?" I demanded.
"Why do we always have to argue?"
"I don't know," Jill said. "I promised myself I
wouldn't argue with you the next time we talked."
Tears were welling up in her eyes, and started to
run down her face. I pulled her to me tightly.
"What's happening to us?" she sobbed. I held her
tightly, and started to kiss away the tears on
her cheeks.
She looked up at me, and our lips met, and
suddenly our anger was turning to lust. I pushed
her up against the brick wall of the bathhouse,
and kissed her firmly. My cock was instantly
hard in my pants. I slipped a hand under her
skirt, and started to rub along her smooth satin
panties. A couple of guys on a golf cart drove
by.
"Get a room," one of them muttered.
"Yeah, fuck her," the other one shouted.
The two of us hardly noticed.
"Where can we go?" Jill panted. I didn't have to
ask what she meant. The look in her eyes told me
what she wanted. I glanced around desperately.
There was a thick grove of trees about 100 feet
away. I took Jill's hand and led her in that
direction. We worked our way through the brush
to the center of the grove. We weren't
completely out of sight, but as long as no one
was looking for us, I thought we would be fine.
"Here?" Jill asked. I nodded. "This is kind of
exciting," she said. "What if we get caught."
"I think it's worth the risk," I answered while
dropping my pants.
Jill pulled off her t-shirt and hung it on a
tree. "It would be hard to explain a dirty back
to my parents" she explained. She was wearing a
shiny silver bra, and her hard nipples were
poking through. I slid my boxers down around my
ankles while Jill got out of her skirt. Her
panties were bikinis that matched the bra. I
dragged my fingers between her legs and noticed
that the material was soaked.
The two of us dropped to the ground. I pushed
the gusset of the panties aside, revealing Jill's
shaved pussy. The pink lips were open, and her
clit was swollen. I lined my cock up and entered
her. Jill laid on her back with her legs over my
shoulders as we started to fuck. We had never
messed around in such a risky place, and I was
incredibly turned on. Her tits swayed back and
forth enchantingly in the bra as I drove into her
repeatedly. Jill was obviously very excited, and
she came almost immediately, soaking my cock with
her juices.
I started fucking with a renewed fervor, quickly
sliding my long cock in and out of her wet hole.
Jill placed a hand on her clit and started to rub
it while I fucked her. We were going good when I
heard a strange thud. I looked around and didn't
see anything, so I kept fucking. Jill was
grunting like a porn star now. I had her legs at
a 90 degree angle to the rest of her body as I
continued to stroke her.
"I'm going to cum again," she moaned. I was
getting close too when I realized what the thud
had been. About 20 feet away from the trees, a
group of golfers walked up. One of their balls
had landed not far from us. They stood
discussing which club would be best, and I could
see and hear them clearly. Meanwhile, Jill was
getting louder as she approached an orgasm. She
was completely oblivious to our guests. I pushed
my hand down over her mouth and started fucking
harder, hoping the guys wouldn't look our way.
As usual, the sense of losing control was a big
turn on for Jill, and she started forcing her
hips back into mine. I stared at the golfers as
I continued to fuck my girlfriend. Even with her
mouth covered, her moans were getting loud. Jill
was starting to nibble on my fingers. I suddenly
forgot about the golfers. I reached down and
pulled on Jill's bra, revealing her luscious
tits. I massaged her nipple, and sped up my
rhythm, while my hand still covered her mouth. I
could tell she was close as I stroked her nipple
with my thumb. Her hand was still on her clit,
and she was rubbing it faster.
She started moaning harder, and I knew she was
close to cumming. Her pussy clamped down on my
cock, and her motion froze. Jill squealed into
my hand and closed her eyes. Once again, I felt
my cock getting drenched. I looked down at her,
and suddenly I was looking at Lana instead of
Jill. I started thrusting my hips harder, giving
her everything I had. Jill pulled me tighter to
her, but in my mind it was Lana's arms. I
exploded in a fury. It was the biggest orgasm
for me in weeks, and I felt my self shoot several
large blasts up inside of Jill. When it was
over, I stayed in her, trying to catch my breath.
I looked up, and the golfers were long gone. The
two of us laid among the trees talking for a
while before finally getting dressed and walking
back as the sun set. We went inside and watched
a movie, and almost made it through the evening
without arguing. At the end of the night, we sat
watching the late news, and the president came on
TV. We had very different opinions of our
nations leader, and that sparked a fight between
us. I was furious with her by the time I stormed
out and started the walk home. It took a long
time to get to sleep that night.
On Sunday morning, I got up early again. After a
good nights sleep, I wasn't as angry with Jill,
and I told myself I would call her after I got
done with the project. Maybe we could go out for
dinner, or at least another walk on the golf
course. Thinking about our act of pseudo-
exhibitionism was a real turn on.
I took a shower and ate some breakfast, and 30
minutes later Lana picked me up again. Her hair
was up in a bun, and she was wearing a short
black dress with buttons up the front and short
sleeves. It had small flowers printed on it. It
was a lot dressier than the t-shirt and jeans she
had worn the day before, and I wondered if she
was trying to make an impression on me.
We drove to her house and once again settle in to
work on our project. Neither of us brought up
the previous day's events. We were close to
finished with our paper, and Lana dove right in.
I tried to help, but my mind kept drifting off.
I kept thinking of the way I had pictured Lana
while fucking Jill. My pants were getting
uncomfortably tight and I sat with a book in my
lap so Lana wouldn't notice.
Dirty fantasies kept flying through my head. I
pictured myself screwing Lana in the trees, while
golfers gathered around to watch. I remembered
how excited she had gotten me on her bed less
than 24 hours earlier. I dreamt about sliding my
hand up under her dress, and slowly rubbing
against her vagina. I must have been out of it a
while, because I suddenly noticed that Lana was
looking at me strangely.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked in her thick
accent.
"Nothing. I just zoned out a bit," I said. She
was starting back to work when a question popped
out of my mouth before I could stop it. "Did you
go out with Mikey last night?"
"Yes," she answered. I could tell she was a
little uncomfortable. "What about you?" she
asked. "Did you go out with Jill?"
"Yes," I answered. "So, did you tell him about
yesterday?"
"No, of course not," she answered. "Otherwise,
you would probably be dead. Did you tell your
girlfriend?" I told her I hadn't. "Good. I
mean, it's not like we did anything wrong. We
stopped ourselves just in time. We were just
fooling around."
"I guess you're right," I said.
"Yes, I am" she answered. She went back to
working on the paper. It was finished, except
for the proofreading. After a few seconds, she
looked back over at me. "In fact, I think that
if we were to kiss again, we still wouldn't be
doing anything wrong."
I didn't know what to say. I sat silently for a
few moments before responding. "I don't know if
that's entirely true, Lana."
"I think it is," she said. "If it were just
kissing, and we kept our clothes on." I told her
I still wasn't sure. "Look," she said. "I've
had this silly little school girl crush on you
for a few months. It started a little while
after your fling with Ashley." I had always
assumed that she knew about my affair with
Ashley, but this was the first time my assumption
had been confirmed. I wonder how many other
people knew. I had only told Trey and Cameron.
She continued speaking. "Now, I've been telling
myself that it's just a crush, and nothing worth
ruining my relationship over, but for some
reason, it is still nagging me. My theory is
that if we make out for a little while, I'll see
there is no spark between us, and that will end
the crush, and then I can get on with my life.
It would just be kissing. It's not as if you
would really be cheating on her like you did with
Ashley."
I still didn't know what to say. I tried to
convince myself that her logic didn't really make
sense, but it wasn't working. I'd had a crush on
Lana for several months as well, and maybe this
was the way to put it behind me, so I could
concentrate on fixing things with Jill. Before I
had time to answer, Lana leaned forward and
brushed her lips against mine. She was wearing a
raspberry scented lotion, and I was very aroused
by it. I returned her kiss instinctively. After
a few minutes of kissing, we decided to move to
the bed.
"Remember," Lana said. "We are just making out."
I nodded in agreement and rolled onto my back.
Lana mounted me, and our lips met. The material
of her dress was soft and silky, and my arms slid
along it easily as I embraced her. Lana was a
phenomenal kisser. She sucked on my lips gently,
and her tongue played around in my mouth. Every
once in a while, she would gently nip me with her
teeth. Between her sensual kissing and the
raspberry scent, I was rock hard in seconds. We
were motionless, except for the kissing, for
nearly half an hour. It had been over 6 months
since I had kissed for that long without clothes
coming off. I was extremely aware of Lana's
weight against my throbbing cock, but I resisted
the urge to grind against her. I didn't want to
do anything to end our make out session. It was
incredibly obvious to me that there was a spark
between us, and I think Lana sensed that as well.
After a while, I felt adventurous, so I slowly
slid my hand along her ass. The material of her
dress was almost frictionless as I circled my
hand across her cheeks. I moved my other hand to
her chest, and started to rub against her small
breast. Lana looked at me with surprise?
"Petting is allowed, isn't it?" I asked.
"Yes. I think that is part of making out," she
answered.
I continued to massage her butt and fondle her
breast. Lana slid her hand down and started
rubbing my cock through my soft khaki shorts. I
groaned my delight, and I opened the top few
buttons of her dress without thinking about it.
She had on a lacy black slip, and I began to
fondle her breast again through the thin
material. Her nipples were small, but they were
harder than rocks. I rubbed them briskly, and my
hand crept under her skirt.
Her panties were made of rough lace, and I rubbed
my fingers against them, feeling the outline of
her pussy. I could feel the heat and dampness
between her legs. Lana gasped slightly, and her
hand moved faster on my cock. She seemed to have
a magical touch. It was different from anything
I'd ever felt. Lana stopped kissing me and
started nibbling on my earlobe. The sensation
was amazing, and I was suddenly unable to think
clearly. I tried to concentrate on her breast
and pussy, but my mind was spinning. Her teeth
tugged at my ear gently, while her hand pulled
firmly on my dick. My heart rate and breathing
increased, and I felt the telltale tingling in my
scrotum. My cock jerked a few times, and
suddenly I was cumming. Lana was extremely aware
of what was happening, and she continued to tug
my cock and bite my ear. My cock spasmed a dozen
times while I filled my pants with jizz. My
breathing relaxed, and Lana slowly stopped
rubbing my rod.
"Just part of making out," she said. "Right?" I
nodded. "Want to stop?" I told her I didn't.
She looked down and saw the wet spot in my
shorts. "We should get you out of those pants.
You'll be all sticky." She reached down, opened
my pants, and pulled them off.
"This isn't fare," I said. "If I'm in my
underwear, you should be too."
Lana agreed, and she slowly unbuttoned her dress.
After it was open, she shrugged it off her
shoulders. She was wearing a little black slip,
and I could see the straps for a black bra. The
contrast between the shiny black material, her
pale skin, and her reddish hair was amazing. She
looked like a tall, leggy goddess. She climbed
into bed and got back on top of me.
We started kissing again, and I ran my hands up
and down her slip, rubbing her slender body. She
was very fit and muscular compared to Jill, and I
enjoyed touching her firm ass and thighs. She
started sucking my lips again, and it was
incredibly erotic. Including Ashley and Jill,
Lana was only the fifth girl that had made out
with seriously. She was easily the best kisser
in the bunch. She turned tricks with her tongue,
lips, and teeth that I had never imagined.
"I love the way you kiss," I said.
"You know, I can kiss you other places, too," she
said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Lana smiled wickedly, and slowly slithered down
my body. My cock was flaccid after my orgasm,
but she pulled it out anyway. She slowly ran her
tongue around the tip, licking up the accumulated
cum.
"That a good idea,' I said. "But I have a better
one."
I took Lana's hand and had her turn around. I
positioned heron top of me in the 69 position.
She complemented me on the idea, and went back to
nursing my limp dick with her tongue. I gazed
under her slip. She had on a pair of lacy black
panties. I stuck my fingers in the waist band
and pulled them off.
Almost instantly I was hit with the smell of her
lust. Lana's pussy was drenched from our
foreplay. It was a good looking vagina, framed
by curly reddish hairs. I took her clit in my
mouth while she sucked on my cock. I was
starting to get hard already. I ran my tongue
around her slit, toying with the outer folds. I
rubbed her clit with my thumb, while I started
lapping at her sex. Lana tried to moan, but the
cock in her mouth muffled the sound. She started
gyrating her hips slightly, rubbing my face in
her sex. I eagerly licked up her sweet juices.
For a moment, she released my cock from her lips.
"That feels so good," she panted. "Mikey never
does that for me. He thinks oral sex is for
kinky perverts. He doesn't even let me blow
him."
"I think Mikey is missing out on a lot of fun," I
said. Lana giggled and started licking my shaft
again. Her tongue was hot and felt incredibly.
I started to nibble softly around her cunt,
pulling on the lips and then the clit. Lana
moaned with delight. Her body started to shake.
Even though the signs were different than Jill's,
I knew she was getting ready to cum. Lana moaned
louder, and tried to say something, but my dick
was still in her mouth. I pulled on her clit
with my teeth, and that was all it took. Her
body shuddered and her pussy contracted. She
cried into my dick like it was a microphone.
When it was done, she stopped sucking me for a
minute. "Holy shit that felt good," she said.
Her purse was on the bedside table, and she
reached for it. She dug around inside and
produced a Trojan. She tore open the wrapper.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Are you telling me you don't want to fuck?" she
asked. "Who are we kidding? This is more than a
crush. I'm drawn to you, and I have been for
months. I thought about you while I was fucking
Mikey last night."
"I thought about you when I was with Jill," I
said.
"Then what are we waiting for?" I didn't know.
Part of me tried to resist my desire. I felt
like I had to be loyal to Jill. In the end, that
part lost.
"Let's do it," I said.
Lana quickly sheathed my cock. We started
kissing, and she removed my shirt. I slid the
straps of her slip off, and it slithered down her
body. Her bra was made of black lace, and it
clasped in the front. I unhooked it and threw it
aside. The two of us sat there naked, staring at
each other.
"You have a beautiful cock," she said. "Not as
thick as Mikey, but much longer."
Like any man, I loved to be complemented on my
manhood. "You've got a beautiful everything," I
said. Lana was the type of girl that looked
really great naked. She was so tall and slender,
with soft curvy hips. Her breasts were small and
perky, barely a B cup. The red thatch of hair
between her legs was incredibly sexy.
Lana pushed me back on the bed and straddled me.
She took my erection in her hand and impaled
herself on it. I gasped. Even with the rubber,
it still felt nice to enter her. Lana ran her
fingers through her strawberry blonde hair as she
started to ride me. The bed rocked back and
forth slowly as we built up a rhythm.
"You feel so good in me," she moaned. I placed
my hand on her hips and thrust up into her,
burying my shaft inside her. Our bodies moved
together like a well oiled machine, and I
pistoned in and out of her hot pussy. For
months, I had wanted to be with her, but I had
denied my feelings. Now I knew she felt the same
way. Our connection was much more than just a
purely physical thing. Now we both understood
why our individual relationships had been falling
apart.
Lana swiveled her hips viciously, touching every
part of her insides with my rod. She groaned
loudly. I was partly afraid that her parents
might here us, but I really didn't care. I
slammed into her with all my power, and my cock
started to spasm right along with her vagina.
Lana moaned aloud as she hit another orgasm, and
I shot my load. I could feel the condom filling
up, and her juices running across my thighs as we
came together. We held each other tight for
several minutes afterwards, kissing like hungry
lovers. Finally, Lana rolled to the side, and we
both tried to catch our breath.
She spoke first after several minutes. "The
paper is pretty much done," she said. "What do
you say we go out and pick up another box of
condoms, and find another way to spend the rest
of the day."
I told her that sounded great. I knew I was
breaking up with Jill the next time I saw her. I
looked around the room for a trashcan, and when I
didn't see one, I put the full rubber on the
night stand. The two of us were still dressing
when the door opened.
"Hey baby, I thought since you've been working so
hard I would bring you guys some dinner." Mikey
looked into the room and froze. I was standing
on one side of the bed, buckling my pants. Lana
was on the other side, wearing only panties and a
bra. Mikey looked at the rumpled bed sheets, and
then saw the used rubber on the table and his
face turned bright red. "What the fuck?" he
said.
He didn't wait for an answer. He charged at me
hard. Lana screamed. I managed to scramble a
little bit before the burley football player
tackled me. I heard footsteps thudding up the
stairs, and Lana's father burst into the room.
He grabbed the disgruntled boyfriend and pulled
him off. That when he was first able to assess
the situation. His daughter in her underwear.
Me without a shirt. The rumpled covers and the
used condom. He controlled his anger better than
Mikey, but he was equally displeased with the
situation.
I didn't have to break up with Jill the next day.
Once Mikey explained what a slut his ex-
girlfriend was, news traveled pretty fast. Jill
broke up with me. I felt a sense of rejection,
but I wasn't really hurt. Jill cried a little,
but they were token tears. She admitted that she
wasn't too upset, because the relationship had
been dead for several weeks.
Mikey had managed to give me a nice shiner, and
combined with being dumped, that didn't make me
feel so good. Still, neither of those things
were the worst problem. Lana's father had raised
hell about his daughter's actions. I knew I was
very attracted to her, and I had hoped to start a
relationship, but he had expressly forbidden it.
He told her if he caught found out she was seeing
me, he would send her to a boarding school. Lana
told me that even though she was attracted to me,
it wasn't worth the risk, and that's what hurt
the most.
I spent the next few weeks sulking over the
relationship lost, and the one I had lost before it
even started. Fortunately, my friends were there to
cheer me up, and by the beginning of summer, I was
eager to play the field again.
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