Struck Out… Or did I? [MF]

One night I was out on a date who wasn’t really into me. She agreed to go out with me, but I think it was for the free meal and movie. After the movie ended, I walked her back to her car, said “bye”, and went back into the mall. I ran into a classmate of mine from school who was out with some of her friends. Her name was Kacey and she was the girl next door. I never tried to make anything serious because I was always afraid that she would friendzone me, but tonight I think she wanted to get away from her friends so we agreed to take off.

We grabbed some dinner and she asked if I could take her home. Sad I was striking out again, I agreed through a fake smile. I drove Kacey back to her house while we chatted – commiserating about the past few hours. Kacey saying how her friends wanted to get her out of the house, and me explaining how I landed a horrible date. Kacey apologized for my horrible date and joked that she could have spared me the time saying how much of a bitch she really was. I laughed and said that I had wished it could have been her instead. Kacey blushed at this comment and was quiet for the last few minutes of the ride. I pulled right up front to her darkened house. It was clearly evident that no one was home. Kacey had explained earlier how her parents left for a wedding and that her friends dragged her out because she was going to be alone. I asked if she was okay getting in, and she turned to face me with a perplexed look as she asked, “you’re not coming in?” Surprised by the sudden invitation, I gladly accepted.

Kacey and I entered her house and slowly made our way up the stairs to her room. I looked around taking it all in before we entered her room and she closed the door behind us. Kacey plopped herself on her bed and I found a comfortable place on the ground to sit. We chatted a little while more talking about sexual adventures before we reached an awkward silence. Eventually her small voice broke the ice and resonated in my brain. “You can sit on the bed too you know.” I quickly got up and sat next to her. She remained still, lying on her back looking up at the ceiling. I asked her what she was thinking about. She replied by asking why we actually haven’t gone out. I told her I was afraid she was going to friendzone me. She laughed then grew quiet again. Awkward silence filled the room again. She apologized for my date again and asked if I really meant it when I said I wish it was her. Without hesitation, I said, “Of Course.” Her eyes finally left the spot on the ceiling where she had been fixated the whole time and looked at me. With the most serious look, her next question took my breath away. “Do you want to continue where that date left off?”

My heart sank thinking what she meant. I nodded. She smiled and asked me to make sure no one comes in. As I got up to lock the door, I could hear her rustling around behind me. With a faint, “click,” I slowly turned just to catch Kacey disappear up to her chin under her blankets. The hoodie that once cloaked her body was on the ground, and my mind began racing wondering what she was wearing underneath her warm blanket. Before I could slide in next to her, a bare arm reached out and pointed at something over my shoulder. “Light,” she said. I complied, my head spinning a million miles an hour about what was happening right now.

I shuffled across her room in the dark trying not to kick or step on anything. My hands found the bed and I slid in under the covers to face her. Not saying a word, Kacey took my hand and gently placed it on her chest. I could feel her soft supple breast through the fabric of a tank-top. The rise and fall of her breath pushed her breast deeper into my hand. Her nipple jutted out between my index and middle finger. “Tell anyone about this and you’re dead,” she whispered. I could only nod in agreement as my mouth had gone dry. Kacey pushed my hand away and pulled her shirt off over her head. I peered hard into the dark to see the faint glow of her milky skin under the covers. The only light offered was by the subtle glow of the street lamps outside. The world was quiet and still. No one else existed and we began making out furiously. Kacey slid her hands up my chest to take my shirt off. I placed my hands against her soft back and pulled her cold body closer to mine. We laid facing each other making out deeply. My tongue pushing into her mouth and hers pushing back into mine.

Her hands made her way into my jeans and briefs. Her cold fingers found my hot stiff cock and she grabbed it like it was her last lifeline. As she stroked me with her one hand I scrambled to get my pants and underwear off. Once I threw my pants out, Kacey’s head disappeared under the covers. Her hand stopped for a brief moment as I felt the warmth of her mouth engulf the tip of my cock. My head was spinning because I could only feel what she was doing. She slowly took me in deeper before gagging near the base of my cock. I could feel her trying to suppress her gags as she took the entire length of my cock into her mouth and throat. She bobbed a few more times before coming back up for air.

As she emerged, I threw the blankets off and flipped her on her back. I paused for a minute to admire her feminine figure then resumed our passionate encounter. With one hand I guided a breast into my mouth and with the other I began undoing her jeans. Kacey wrapped her arms around my head and I continued to pry her jeans off. Once removed, I slowly made my way down her chest, to her stomach, to her hip, down the side of her pelvis before finally stopping shy of her already wet lips. I took my middle finger and began tracing her lips while my tongue lightly danced atop her clit. As she positioned herself to sit up, I slid my middle finger in and dropped my full mouth onto her clit. I began a slow mix of licking and fingering. My tongue flicking up and down while my finger pulled in a “come here” motion. Kacey let out soft moans as I continued to eat her out. I began to speed up and so did she. Her moans seemed to follow the flicks of my tongue. Her body grew warmer and could only muster a few “I’m -” before convulsing in the most erotic way possible.

When she calmed down I began rubbing my cock up and down her still-twitching pussy. I asked her if I could go in and she nodded. With little effort, I pushed my way in. Her pussy still hot and wet from her previous orgasm allowed me to slide my full length in on the first push. She let out a small grunt as she twitched a little more. I moved slowly to get her accustomed to having my cock inside her. I gave her a few good thrusts before speeding up. Kacey’s hands wrapped around my back and dug her nails in. This made me go wild. I told her harder as her moans grew louder. With a few pants and a groan Kacey dragged her nails down my back. Almost losing control in that moment, I sharply pulled out of her which caused her to cum hard.

I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her slightly off the edge of her bed. I pushed her knees up over my shoulders and slid my cock back inside of her. Kacey looked down to watch as my cock stretched her out further as I was already throbbing. I resumed my tempo and plowed her off the side of her bed. Kacey’s eyes never left my cock watching it slam into her repeatedly. As I grew closer to cumming, she said to cum in her mouth. At that point I about lost it and pulled out to barely make it in time to miss and hit her in the eye. She recoiled as it hit her and she let out a soft grunt. The next few spurts made it into her mouth and she sucked my dry to be sure to get every last drop. I collapsed onto her bed as she stood up to go wipe her face off. We cuddled naked for a few moments before getting up to get dressed not knowing how soon her parents were going to be home.

Kacey walked me back down to her front door. I stepped outside and turned to face her. She gave me a small smile and said “goodnight” before closing the door on me. We hooked up a few more times after that, but eventually a boy asked her out and she agreed. I haven’t seen her since then.

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