[MF] I gave him his first blowjob in a dark, empty hallway.

When I was in my fourth year of uni I moved into a house with a few roommates, and next door, there was a nice, nuclear family. A married couple and their two teenagers. One girl (17) and one boy (18). I caught the boy staring at me sometimes. Usually on my way home from a night out. My roommates and I used to go clubbing a lot, and I usually didn’t return until the early hours of the morning. He was always outside in the morning, either riding his bike or practicing his slap-shot on the long, empty street. He was about 5’11” at the time, dark chestnut hair, green eyes, glasses. I didn’t know his name at first, so I used to call him Harry.

Being 21 at the time, I had a boyfriend. He was kind of an asshole, and we always used to argue. There was one time when he threw a fit over a male classmate texting me (“Can I borrow your notes for Psych?”) and he ended up leaving my house in the middle of the night as a result, undoubtedly waking the entire neighbourhood up with the roar of his engine. I stood on the front porch in my pyjamas and house robe, partly distraught … and partly relieved. My boyfriend was an overly jealous, controlling jackass, and I was glad to be rid of him.

But I was still sad. Breakups are sad no matter what. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat on the porch swing for a few minutes and quietly waited for him to come back. He didn’t. As I got up to leave, I noticed there was a light on in one of the neighbouring houses. Harry’s bedroom light. I saw his outline through the window, and he nervously backed away, but then I waved, dispelling the awkward tension or at least trying to. He shyly waved back, and in a moment of carelessness, I nodded my head for him to come outside. It was the middle of the night on a Thursday. He had school in the morning and so did I, but I had just gone through my first real breakup and I wasn’t thinking very clearly. I figured if we were both up, we might as well be up together.

To my surprise, he was outside in a matter of minutes.

He joined me on the front porch, cheeks flushing red as he dropped a look down at my pyjamas. It was a chilly night. Only then did I remember I wasn’t wearing a bra, and that my nipples were stiff inside my top, which he could obviously see. I grasped my robe to close it, slowly letting go as I locked eyes with him. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing had shallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down his throat as he stood there silently.

I knew that look.

We hadn’t even said a word to each other yet, and he was already thinking about it.

Admittedly, I was thinking about it, too.

He was still very young, but I couldn’t deny the fact that I wanted him to some degree.

“Harry,” I quietly uttered, grabbing his attention as he released the breath he had been holding in. “Do … do you want to come inside?”

The wording had really done a number on him. He swallowed hard, lips peeling apart, unable to string together a response. In the quiet that followed I softly smiled to myself and went inside the house, leaving the door ajar as Harry retraced my steps. The gentle creak of the floorboards was all I could hear as I led him down the narrow, unlit hallway, into the kitchen. I flicked the light on and opened the fridge as Harry stood quietly by the doorway. The coolness of the fridge caused the tiny hairs along my arms to stand straight, and as I grabbed two glass bottles of coke I felt my nipples go stiff again. Stiff and incredibly sensitive. The slightest brush of my top, had my chest clenching tightly as if I felt hands instead of cotton. Warm, anxious hands. I felt my thoughts slip away to a place of ‘what if’, quietly closing the fridge, uncapping the bottles and handing one to Harry as he just looked at me.

We stood in silence for a long while. I was leaning, the small of my back pressed gently against the island. Harry stood across from me, raising the coke to his lips but never quite taking a sip. I could sense that he was nervous and I wondered if he could sense the same in me. I found myself chewing my bottom lip, a stupid, anxious habit. I couldn’t think of what to say, what to do except fall deeper into the silence.

It was only as I heard footsteps coming from upstairs that I snapped out of it.

One of my roommates had gotten up to use the bathroom. No … no, not the bathroom.

*The kitchen*.

She was coming downstairs for a glass of water.

In a moment of panic, I grabbed Harry by the elbow and pulled him around the corner, into the part of the hallway where my roommate couldn’t see us. The sound footsteps was eventually followed by the sound of water pouring into a glass, and the loud gulps of hydration.

Harry and I stood quietly in the dim, empty hallway and I closed my eyes, praying my roommate wouldn’t turn into that area. I could only imagine what they would have thought upon finding me with the neighbour’s boy in the middle of the night. Only then did I pause and actually think about what I was doing, what I had already done. Granted, he wasn’t that much younger than me, but he was still a teenager while I was not. Surely it was inappropriate of me to invite him inside … I had no idea what I was thinking when I had gestured for him to come by. I glanced up at him just then, suddenly aware of how close we were. My back was against the wall and he was in front of me, taller than me by only a few inches, and yet … so broad in the shoulders and so provoking in the way he was looking at me.

On a stupid, thoughtless whim, I took the hand I had on his elbow, and slowly brushed it upward, tracing my fingers along his arm and the side of his neck before cupping his cheek. He tensed at the contact, clamping down on his bottom lip so hard, it was a miracle it didn’t bleed.

I suddenly dropped my hand down, to his chest, and felt the rapid beats of his heart.

It was only as I took his hand and placed it over my chest, that his breathing slowed. Everything slowed. His cheeks burned deeper, darker, and I just barely nodded, signalling to him that it was okay. In a matter of seconds he squeezed, his mouth drying as he felt my nipple through my shirt. My roommate was still in the kitchen, clanking pots around in the sink, and then everything went quiet. Her footsteps traveled all way up the stairs, punctuated by the firm *click* of her bedroom door.

Within that same second, I grabbed Harry the collar of his shirt and kissed him. For a moment he was frozen, his palm rigid along my breast, and then he relaxed, peeling his lips apart and kissing me back in a way that left me hot and dizzy. I tugged at his belt and he dragged his lips down my neck, sucking directly on my pulse as I shoved my hand inside his jeans and cupped his cock.

He broke away for just a second, glancing down between our bodies as I pulled his cock out and began stroking him in the dark, empty hallway. Before he could say anything, I dropped down on my knees and took him in my mouth. He choked on his breath, pressing his hand against the wall where my body had been pressed not a moment ago, while struggling to maintain his composure.

I had a feeling it was his first blowjob so I went easy on him, slowing down just as he was about to come. The hand that wasn’t on the wall suddenly found my head. He cupped the back of it, his fingers traveling through the roots of my hair as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock in firm, circular motions.

He was trying so hard to be quiet, to not make a sound, but the second I took him all the way into the back of my throat, he blurted a string of incoherent words, perhaps to warn me of what I already knew was coming.

Within seconds he came, the warmth of it pooling into my mouth and down my throat as I swallowed.

In the quiet after, I remained on my knees, lapping him up until he relaxed.

As I rose to my feet, he kissed me directly on the lips, and I felt a small burst of surprise in my gut, but I quickly brushed it aside, pulling away from him gently. He looked at me with question marks in his eyes, perhaps wondering why I didn’t want him to return the favour.

I certainly wanted it.

I wanted it bad, so bad my panties were already wet just thinking about it, but I couldn’t allow myself to fall deeper down this rabbit hole in just one night.

“You … you should go home,” I told him, despite myself.

His face fell, and he immediately glanced down as if embarrassed by his efforts.

I guided him to the back door a moment later, where it was safer, and promised myself this was a one-time-deal, an isolated encounter that meant nothing. As I opened the door and glanced up at him, however, the only four words that came to mind were, “Meet me here tomorrow.”

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