I had her over at my house a few days later and sure enough we got very little studying done. We were actually just bumming around my bedroom the entire time, listening to tunes, chatting, and doing all the deeper getting-to-know-you stuff. I had the house to myself and knew we would not be disturbed the whole evening.

I had been nervous as hell over the past few days, waiting for this big moment, but when she showed up at my door, the anxiety suddenly flooded through me all at once. She looked so damn hot! I felt like a nervous little boy inside, standing before a beautiful Hollywood starlet or something. I’d planned to play it cool, flirting subtly, just enough to let her know I was open to whatever might happen between us, but not enough to make her feel like I assumed we would be having sex. But when I saw the outfit she was wearing, that plan fell apart almost instantly.

“Wow. Charlotte… Um… Wow.”

Stammering like an idiot. Yeah, I know. She didn’t seem to mind though. She was fidgeting a bit herself, tugging on these little strings she had on her jeans.

“Um… hi!” she said. “I’m here.”

She had a school book in her hand and she almost dropped it.

“Yes! Come in.”

She was wearing these tight-ass jeans, and a crop top that showed off her belly and breasts very nicely. Her hair flowed down to her lower back and I just watched in a trance as she wandered around my room, looking at my books, my CDs, and my posters. Her perfume smelled amazing too. I was so turned on by her that it was gradually becoming painful, but as I waited in the bittersweet agony of anticipation for the moment to arrive, I realized something else: I was developing a really serious crush on her as well. This was terrifying me a little bit, but mostly I felt ecstatic about just being in the same room with her.

At one point she glanced down and noticed a certain bulge in my jeans. She blinked rapidly, looked away, and let out an anxious sigh. I suddenly realized that she too was struggling with the tension and excitement about what might happen between us, alone together in my bedroom. That made me feel much better, less nervous; I wasn’t the only one feeling drunk with lust inside. It also occurred to me that she had more class than people gave her credit for. If she were truly just a cock-hungry slut, she would have jumped my bones long before all this tension had built up. She didn't though, and I was impressed, knowing that she probably wanted it as much as I did, but was waiting with lady-like patience for the opportune moment. Meanwhile we were both dying with lust for one another while we waited for an appropriate segue into the sex we both craved.

Finally it began when she was looking at a poster on my bedroom wall of a bikini girl with a tattoo on her hip. It was her who made the first bold move.

“You wanna see my tattoo?”

“Sure. Where is it?”

She turned to face me and patted her pubic mound.

“It's right here, on my privates, right by my, um, clit.”

Her giggle was intoxicating.

“Really?” I said, suppressing my shock at her bluntness. “Let's see then.”

“Kay. Hold on. No peeking.”

She turned away from me, back towards the wall, looking back at me over her shoulder, smiling nervously. She snapped open her jeans and tugged them half-way down her beautifully rounded ass. Her little red thong came down with them. My heart was galloping once again. I swallowed nervously and scratched my jaw below my ear. I didn’t know where to put my hands after that so I fidgeted like a little boy. She turned around and showed me the front of her privates for the first time. She was completely shaved, and there was indeed a tattoo on that puffy little mound. I could only see the top of it though. It looked like a butterfly maybe, or a pair of cat ears.

“Is that a kitty cat? I can’t really tell?”

“Well you can't really see it like this.”

“Well, you could, um, pull ‘em right down. Nobody’s gonna be home for a while. If you wanna show me, I mean.”

“Kay. It’s really pretty.”

I’m sure it is, Charlotte. I’m sure it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

She gave me another shy smile and began wriggling out of her jeans, biting her lower lip excitedly and panting a bit from the exertion. The first thing I noticed when her thong peeled down off of her privates was that she was clean shaven. She turned to one side and tugged the jeans down to her ankles, bending over beautifully as she did so.

From that angle I got my first direct look at her naked ass. It was lovely, round, and shaped like a heart, flaring down from the small of her back into two delicious globes set beautifully atop her silky smooth thighs. I had never really been an ass man until I saw the finer side of Charlotte that day. I was instantly stricken with a desire to fall to my knees and kiss it. It was that beautiful.

Then she turned around again, blushing cutely, like a virgin on her wedding night, and sat down on the end of my bed.

“Come look,” she said, snapping me out of my daze.

“Oh yeah, the tattoo! Right.”

I moved in front of her and knelt down as she parted her thighs, exposing her vulva to my enraptured gaze. If I'd wanted to fuck her before that moment, I was burning up with desire now. I managed to internalize it however, and tried my best to maintain a cool outward façade. With her jeans still tangled around her feet, she had to lift her legs at weird angles to open herself up to my view. It looked really awkward.

“Wait,” she said. “This isn’t going to work…” and she reached down flipped her shoes off and tugged her jeans off her ankles as well. Then she lifted her calves again, waved her legs in the air in front of me, and spread them wide, giving me a proper view.

“Better?”

“Yes. Much.”

It seemed kind of surreal to watch her nonchalantly baring her most intimate area to me, simply to show me a tattoo, but Charlotte was a slut after all. She was now naked from the waist down, but we still maintained the casual pretense of simply “checking out her tattoo”. My hands were a little shaky and my heart was pounding hard.

“See? It’s a kitty.”

Yes, it was. Basically it was just the top of the cat's head, with ears and eyes, but where the kitty's nose should have been, her clit was protruding out. It was cute as hell, almost cartoony, but not quite. It was quality work too. I leaned in to look at the detail. You could almost see the individual tufts of fur on the thing’s head. The artist had even given it a come-hither look in its little feline gaze.

“Very sexy. Did it hurt?”

“Yup. But I’ve had worse pains down there.”

Then she spread her legs even wider, extending her thighs in both directions along the edge of my bed, and suddenly showing me everything. Her labia parted lusciously from the movement, and I could now see the pink wetness of her inner secrets. It was sexier than any porn mag layout I'd ever seen, possibly because I knew I was perhaps minutes away from enjoying it directly.

“You’re very, um… flexible, Charlotte. Wow.”

“Apparently. It comes in handy for the kind of fun I like to have.”

And she lifted on leg up and pressed her calf to her cheek, giving it a little kiss, and then a flick of her tongue, before dropping it down to the mattress again. Then she giggled once more, and I detected a bit of self-consciousness in her blushing gaze. She released a trembling sigh, and relaxed again, leaning back on her elbows and just letting me stare to my heart’s content.

I realized right then how incredibly aroused she must be by all this. She was half naked with a guy on his knees in front of her, gazing down at her puffy pink privates. We were perhaps moments away from having some super hot sex, and for whatever reason, I wasn’t just aggressively attacking her and taking her like she was probably used to. Then I wondered if maybe she was wondering why I hadn’t yet. I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t attracted to her. I just wasn’t being a little boy about it, gobbling her up like a bag of candy.

“It’s very beautiful…”

“Thank you…”

She patted it with her hand, and gave her clit a little wiggle with a fingertip, perhaps prompting me to get on with it. I was too nervous though. So I stalled a little longer. I leaned in for a closer look and accidentally exhaled a hot breath onto her vulva when I blew out a tense little sigh. She shuddered and I saw her vagina pucker hungrily.

“Ooh. Anthony. That tickles.”

“Uh, sorry.”

“No, that’s a good thing, silly. I like being tickled. Especially down there.”

Another less-than-subtle hint that I had her full permission to just go for it, but still I held back. It was becoming awkward now though. Thing’s were very near getting embarrassing, if she sat there any longer with her legs sprawled open and me just staring like a dumb shit not doing anything about it. Something was missing though. I wasn’t sure what, but I just couldn’t go for it and dive in, until… what? I was too stunned to think straight.

Finally I reached out a slightly shaking hand to pet it. She did not object of course. She shivered a bit as my fingertips stroked like whispers over her pubic mound. Her pelvis squirmed and the shy smile on her mouth faded to a relaxed O shape. The look in her eyes changed from nervous excitement to awakening lust as well, and that dazzled me even more, but this time it was her voice that sent chills down my spine when she finally spoke.

“Oh, Anthony. That feels so nice.”

The quality of her voice had changed from its usual cheery half-giggling tones, into a lower, more serious, more excited, half-panting. For a moment I thought she could have easily made a killing as a torch singer in some upscale lounge somewhere, but my thoughts were quickly refocused when her hand reached down and pressed my fingers onto her clitoral hood.

Her eyes closed for a moment at that first touch, and she released a slow, throaty moan. Her vagina squeezed shut jealously once again and I found my own mouth had dropped open in a dazed stupor of lust. I began slowly massaging her clit, watching the entrance to her sweet little pussy as though it were the very gateway into heaven itself. Everything inside me wanted to yank my cock out and thrust it home into that heated wet sheath, but I resisted. At that point the anticipation was as exciting as the actual fuck itself. I was really getting into it.

I looked up into her eyes and watched her slowly run her tongue over her lips, and that’s when I finally realized what was missing: our first kiss. We hadn’t even had a real kiss yet, and here I was perhaps seconds away from diving down and kissing the kitty instead.

“Oh god, Anthony. Please lick me.”

I didn’t though. Instead I pulled her up toward me, very surely and firmly. She swung right up into a sitting position and stopped with her nose an inch away from mine. She gasped. She was shocked, almost frightened for a moment as I stared directly into her eyes.

“Sorry. I will. But I just wanted to kiss you first.”

Then, for some odd reason, she looked even more terrified, like I’d just threatened to shove her into a bottomless pit or something. She didn’t back away though, when I leaned in and pressed my lips softly, sweetly, and gently onto hers. And when my lips parted, so did hers. And when the tip of my tongue reached out to touch hers, she met it. Her breath tasted like dew on a peach. Her lips were softer than a peach though, and every little tremble they made against mine tickled like butterfly wings. I reached up and held her face in my hands, suddenly adoring her. Suddenly my crush was bursting its restraints. All my insides were flying around like they were in a sexy chaos.

Finally I pulled back and just stared at her again.

“Why do you look so panicked?” I asked.

“I’ve never been kissed like that before.”

“What do you mean?”

“Usually guys are just kissing me just ‘cause they’re supposed to, on their way down to the real fun, if you know what I mean.”

“That’s a fuckin’ tragedy, Charlotte. Your kisses are angel’s and flames and falling and tumbling and knowing…”

“Knowing what?” she asked, staring at me like I was about to slay her heart with whatever I said next.

“Let me kiss you again, and I’ll tell you.”

“Kay…”

Her kisses were like flaming angels, falling and tumbling out of the sky, shot down with arrows of chaos on the death of logic and reason, and yet somehow you knew that everything was gonna be okay. That you would land safely on the ground and not be hurt except for feeling like you nearly died. I told her this when we broke the kiss once more. She blinked at me, stricken with awe. She didn’t speak.

“If only I could chain those angels down somehow, make that feeling could be mine forever.”

“Angels aren’t so beautiful when they’re chained down though,” she said, breathing softly against my lips.

“There’s the problem, isn’t it?”

“Kiss me again. We might find a solution.”

We didn’t find a solution though, to our metaphor. The kissing went on for almost half an hour, and led gradually into Charlotte and I making love on my bed.

We’d been rolling around on the bed just kissing each other all over for the past fifteen minutes. I still had my pants on, and Charlotte still had her top on, but she’d shucked off my shirt at some point and was kissing and caressing me all over my chest. Then I moved above her again, pressing her down onto her back and reaching down to caress her kitty again. This broke the romantic spell at last and fired up some of our more basic lusts for one another. I didn’t mind though. I was ready to move on.

“Kay, now will you go down on me?” she said.

This request, which normally would have sound crude and sleazy, sounded absolutely beautiful coming from her. It was not even a request in my mind. It was more like she was offering me the most wonderful gift a young man could ever imagine. I obliged without reply, wriggling down between her thighs, kissing her all over as I went, and facing the kitty nose-to-nose. I flicked my tongue out to smear its wetness across the end of it’s nose. She flinched as though in pain for a moment, but her gasp faded into a long sweet sigh, followed by her customary half-giggle.

I flicked at it again, and then licked it more directly, more purposefully. Then I bowed my head lower and was kissing her kitty on its sweet little nose. Her hands found my head and her ass lifted right off the mattress for a moment. I continued licking and kissing her and she warmed up to what was happening very quickly. Her hands caressed me with desperate adoration, and her thighs writhed about all over the bed, eventually coming to rest over my shoulders, opening and closing spasmodically around my head. I kept up my tongue motions on her clit until she clarified her desire more fully to me.

“Stick your tongue in me, Anthony.”

I obeyed eagerly. I tasted the arousal that flowing out of her, and nuzzled my nose to her clit. I could feel her constricting around my tongue, almost resisting its penetration, though the penetration was the source of its pleasure. She was grinding upward into my mouth at this point, and seemed to be trying to fuck my tongue. I wasn’t sure what exactly pleased her in particular, but I paid attention. Certain flickers made her moan, certain swirls made her thrust herself upward against my mouth; other times, a sweet sucking tug on her clitoral hood made her grab my head hard and shake all over, like I was draining the life right out of her. It was heaven indeed, pleasuring her so easily, and listening to her squealing with the intensity of it.

“Deeper, baby. That's it. There. Oh god! Faster! Yes! I'm gonna...”

She climaxed in my face with a very sweet series of gasps, sexy little yelps, and a long slow moan that drifted off into a growl of pleasure. She shook, bucked upward, grinding into my face, and then fell to shaking again with an intensity that could only be described as her body screaming out an emphatic YES! Her legs trembled and flinched, and her pelvis churned in deep circles. I kept right on licking, and thrusting my tongue in and out of her the whole way through it, until she finally gripped my head in what seemed like an agony.

“Anthony! You're killing me! Ah! Stop, for god's sake!”

I stopped, but all of the sudden she pressed me into her once again, as though changing her mind. She guided my face up and down across her vulva and I simply let her, extending my adoring tongue outward into her ecstasy. Finally she’d had enough. She collapsed onto my bed with a long stammering moan and a drunken babbling of something I couldn't quiet make out. I think she was saying I was the very idol of her sexual worship or something like that, but I couldn't tell. It was something like that anyway.

Eventually, she looked up at me from the mattress with dazed eyes, half-shut with the exhaustion of her pleasure. Her voice was slow and sexy, like she’d just awoken from a beautiful dream.

“You’re so very good at that, Anthony. Wow…”

“Thank you. But it’s easy to please a girl who let’s you know what’s working with such obviously hot responses. I’ve completely bombed in the past.”

“I can’t even imagine.”

I went down on her again. Her pussy was just too beautiful not to, and the way she was squirming just invited me forward. She was not quite over her last orgasm yet though, and she stopped me, shuddering and begging me to let her rest a bit.

I didn't know what to do next.

“You got any tattoos you wanna show me?”

She licked her lips and then nibbled on the lower one, looking at me with lustful hunger.

“No. Sorry.”

“Why not just show me the big dog, then?”

Now I was nervous. This was usually the part where girls chickened out and ran away. I was big, huge for my age; my size had prevented me from getting laid way more often than it had been the cause of it. The porn stories I’d read always talked about girls getting instantly wet when they see a huge cock, and jumping on it without the slightest hesitation, with nothing but enthusiasm. Reality had so far been much different for me however. The girls I’d shown it to took one look at it and freaked, suddenly treating me like I was some sort of cruel sadist to even suggest that that thing be inserted into their delicate little orifices. A few of them braved it and quit halfway through, an even fewer tolerated it to the point where I could finish. So far only one had actually somewhat enjoyed it, but only in the sense that she figured pain was sexy. It just made me feel shitty. I hoped with all my heart that Charlotte was different. She was the Queen of Sluts after all.

“Here goes nothing…”

I stood up in front of her, but before I could get my button open she sat up and did it for me, tugging my zipper down as well and reaching in to fish out my cock. It was of course much bigger than she’d expected. Her eyes widened, and an excited blush spread over her cheeks.

“Oh my god! That is a big dog!”

“It’s the only one I got.”

“Apparently you’ve got two or three here, all rolled into one…”

“Is it gonna be a… problem?”

“Why would this thing be a problem!? Oh my god, it’s absolutely beautiful!”

My heart leapt up into my throat, did a triple back flip and splashed down into my belly. My crush had suddenly crashed through into adoration.

She turned me around and sat me on the bed. I realized I was about to partake of the legendary head she was known to give, and I shuddered anxiously at the notion of it. I was worried she’d find it too challenging and wind up with yet another clumsy blowjob that would be abandoned halfway through. On the other hand, if she truly was as amazing at it as they said she was, I might not last more than a minute. I was so damn excited by every little move she made. Her mouth moving on my cock would no doubt reduce me to a pathetically spurting little boy inside of sixty seconds. But Charlotte began playing with it, admiring it, praising it, and suddenly I felt so much better, so comfortable and at ease. I’m not sure how she was doing it, but my fears and anxieties were quickly melting away. I think it was in her eyes, in the way she looked at it with such desire and excitement.

“Oh my, have you got a wonderful cock here. This thing's gonna make me come at least a dozen times before I'm done with it. Oh, wow.”

She measured it with her hands, starting at the root, she wrapped her grip around it, then added a second hand above that. She stroked it up and down, and then weighed my balls upon her fingertips, tickling and fondling them with deft little wiggles that made them dance. Then she was licking them. Then she was sweetly suckling them, and lapping at them like they were ice cream. And then her tongue was slithering its way up along my shaft. Wow. Her eyes flicked up at mine and she saw that I was completely enthralled, owned by her. And she’d only just begun.

She continued these deliciously teasing tongue strokes, kisses, caresses, and tickles until every little nerve ending in my genitals was wide awake and at attention. I was already tingling, throbbing, and dribbling from its eye, and she hadn’t even really begun yet. She’d merely coated its entire length and covered my balls with the sweet wetness of the kiss I’d enjoyed so much a few minutes before. Then she blew up and down its entire length and the intense little throb I gave made it drool some more.

“Damn, that’s sexy,” she said, and caught the stringy offering upon her tongue.

Finally she then took the head of it into her mouth, sliding downward to cover an inch and a half of its length. I suddenly felt her tongue winding wetly around its happy little head and all I could do was shut my eyes and sigh contentedly, wishing this moment could last forever. She popped off the end of it, leaving it a deeply impatient red, twitching in time with the excited beating of my heart.

“What is this thing, nine, nine and a half, ten inches long? You're packin’ some serious fuckstaff here, baby. God help us all.”

“All?”

“What, you think I'm not telling every single one of my girlfriends about this thing? You've gotta be kidding! I’ve just gotta let every one of them know about you: Anthony, the hot nine-inch stud. You'll be getting laid more after this than you ever have in your life, big boy. I can't keep a man-sized cock like this a secret.”

“Somehow I doubt that. It hasn’t helped me so far.”

“What do you mean?”

“Usually when girls see this thing, they think it’s too big. It freaks them out and I usually don’t get anything. It’s happened a lot actually. More than you’d think.”

“Not with my friends! We’re not uptight little bitches acting like we’re doing a guy a favor just by touching him. And once they all find out what a- My god! This thing is amazing!”

And she sucked it into her mouth again, adoring it in her motions and enthusiasm more than any other girl I’d been with my entire life. You can imagine who quickly my adoration increased nearly to desperation, I was almost in a panic I was so into this girl. And it was barely even about the sex. We’d hardly even done anything at that point.

“Why do you look so amazed, Anthony? You’ve got a beautiful fuckin’ cock here, man! I can’t get enough of it.”

And she went down on me again. Ooh, damn, she was good too. And yet I got a sense that she was still only toying with it at that point. She hadn’t even really gotten down to giving me proper head. But already she was the best I’d ever had.

“I’m just not used to my size being a good thing, I guess. So far I’ve done nothing but apologize for it.”

“You have no idea, do you? I am so fucking wet right now, it’s practically running down my thighs, and that’s just from looking at it! I mean I saw the outline of it in your pants earlier but I never guessed it was this fucking huge! It's like as big as the guys' my mom fucks in her porno movies.”

My jaw dropped.

“Wait a minute. Your mom fucks in porno movies?”

She was quiet for a moment, cringing as though realizing she had said too much.

“Oh shit! I wasn’t supposed to… ah, fuck…”

“Forget it. It was nothing. I didn’t hear anything. I won’t tell a soul, I swear.”

Charlotte looked at me for what seemed like a very long time; she looked like she was searching my eyes for a lie she couldn’t find and that was troubling her deeply.

“You’re so damn, amazing you know that?”

“What? Amazing? Why? I’m just me.”

“You’re amazing me because I believe you. You’re really not gonna tell a soul, and I can see that so plainly. You’re freaking me out.”

“Sorry.”

“You now what’s funny? I actually want to tell you the whole story. I’ve been keeping this a secret for so long, it’s almost making me kooky. I haven’t even told my best friends.”

“You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want to. I’m not gonna say anything.”

“You swear? Honestly, you swear on your left nut and your grandmother’s grave?”

“I do. I will not tell a soul.”

She believed me. She smiled. She kissed me on my left nut and then she lifted her face to mine and kissed me again.

“I love that I can actually trust you. I don’t know how or why, but I do.”

I shrugged at her. My cock twitched for attention, but there were more important matters going on at the moment. There was an angel chained down to a secret here, and she wanted to be free.

“Kay. Here goes… Yes, my mom is a porn star, Juanna Lamie. My dad is a director/producer. This is where we got our mansion and sports cars from. This is where I learned everything I know. I suck the best dick in Ranger High and I fuck like a minx. I learned it from my mom. She’s even better than me. She’s a total pro.”

Thus the mystery of Charlotte Lawsen was finally solved, at least to me. She was on her knees at the foot of my bed, stroking my cock with her hands, and occasionally her lips and tongue, and she told me the entire story. She sat there massaging my cock and talking away about the whole history of her life as the child of a porn star. And what a story it was too.

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