He was from my mother’s church group. The son of one of her friends. He was tall, athletic, dark-haired, and he eyed me like I was some toy he had to get his hands on. I was fresh out of high school (18), and he was two years into a pre-med program (20). I was shy and horny, so of course I said yes when he found the courage to ask me out.
And of course, I welcomed him with open arms as innocent hugs lasted too long. As the heat of his face spread warmth across mine. The first time he pushed his tongue into my mouth as I rubbed my thigh against his side, my fingers in his hair, I knew I was in love. Or whatever kind of love you feel when you are naïve, insecure, and horny beyond control.
We fucked at his mother’s house. She was important and always away at work. He lived in a gated community in a wealthy area. She seemed to like me and didn’t mind having me over, but she didn’t know what her son and I were getting up to.
From his balcony, we had a wonderful view of the river. We could feel the cool breeze caress our faces, and his hand slid down my back to touch my ass. That made me giggle, and he snatched his hand away, embarrassed.
But I kissed him and told him I liked it. That I wanted him to touch me some more. I felt a curious little tingling travel up my spine, and so I pressed myself to him and kissed him. Helping him ease into what I had in mind. Guiding his hands to my hips. Sliding his palms over my butt cheeks and whispering to his chin that I wanted him to squeeze. He was a virgin. A good Catholic boy. I was his temptress, the girl who’d bitten the apple of Eden and swallowed.
We rushed into his room and collapsed on the bed, clawing and kicking off our clothes. My pants ended up on the floor beside his. The first time he saw my panties, saw how wet they were, I could see it in his eyes: the never-ending lust as he pulled my panties down my thighs.
“Can I kiss it?” he asked, breathing heavily. Looking from my face to my pussy and back. I was drooling at the thought, so I grabbed his hair and gently guided him down till his nose was pressed against my wetness. Till his lips found me where I wanted to be found. He planted a firm kiss. It made a sucking sound, and this time I stifled my laugh and moaned for him instead.
We shouldn’t be having sex. We were to practice abstinence, and I knew the guilt he felt. I knew it because it was tangled around my rib cage. But every heartbeat was laced with lust. And that lust spread through every limb. Corrupting the guilt and sense of holy virtuous duty with desire. And we agreed to oral only.
He slobbered all over my pussy as I guided him. I couldn’t help but want more and more. I showed him how to insert his fingers. Slowly. Carefully. Little by little until I opened. Then another finger. Then I licked his fingers clean and smiled at the surprise on his face. Then the thrusting. Sliding in and out. Thrust with your fingers and lick my clit. Can you feel that inside me? That little rough patch of warmth and toughness? Press there. “Yes, baby. Right there.”
When I cum for him that first time, he was shocked. I was shocked too. Sounds erupted in my throat. As I held him by the forearm and prevented him from slipping out. “Keep going,” I whispered through clenched teeth. Loud moans burst out of my lips. I threw my head back and collapsed on his bed, my hips coming off his sheets as he made me cum with his fingers. And I couldn’t believe how loud I could be. That I didn’t have to hold back at all. At home, it was always in silence. With my eyes shut and my body trembling. But in his bedroom, I was as vocal as could be. Everything laid out for him to witness.
He was pleased that he’d made me cum. I could tell. I bit my lip in embarrassment. Shame bubbling its way to the surface as the warmth gently ebbed and flowed. I couldn’t believe I’d exposed myself like that. So vulnerable. So loud. I knew I had to make us even.
I pushed him off and dropped to my knees on his bedroom floor. He was still on the bed as I positioned myself between his thighs. I slid down his boxers, my fingers trembling. I was rushing so that I didn’t chicken out because seeing the outline of his hard cock made my head spin.
Once it was off, I found myself staring. His balls. The little hairs. I pressed my face against it, sighing at the warmth. The thick, manly aroma of it. How hard it felt against my cheeks. And I kissed him there. Kissed him all over, and he groaned. His hands in my hair.
Then he was in my mouth. Just the tip at first, and I looked up at his face. Trying to read his expressions to see if I was pleasing him as I rubbed myself with one hand and held his cock with the other.
I kissed him down his length, raising his cock so I could adore his balls. That made him inhale sharply, and I knew I’d done something right. He asked me to use both hands.
Using my spit as lube, I jerked him off. My fingers barely wrapped around him, but he groaned and grabbed my hair. He was enjoying it, and that was making me hornier and hornier as I kissed and licked his tip. His precum was so sweet, I couldn’t get enough.
I ran my tongue over his balls. I jerked him off over my head, and it felt like a prayer. Like when I used to get on my knees with my hands folded on my bed and ask Santa for presents.
He started cumming when I went back to teasing his tip. His legs squeezed me between his thighs. Something hot and gooey splattered my face. I held on, aiming his cock at myself as I flinched each time he shot out. And he groaned all the while.
When finally, he’d finished, he slipped out of my grip and collapsed on the bed. I stood and rushed over to a mirror to see the sticky mess he’d made on my blushing face. Some dribbled off my nose and I caught it with my tongue. A burst of bitterness that made me wince. I wiped the rest with a towel then scrubbed my face, but I couldn’t get that smell off.
He was still in bed when I came back. His face was just as red as mine. “I’m sorry about that,” he said. His cock was smaller now, glistening with spit and his own cum.
I told him not to worry about it. I’d get used to it. His flavor was still all over me. With each heartbeat, I found myself craving more and more. I wanted that inside me.
I climbed on top of him, sitting my ass down on his cock so that he was between my cheeks. And I knelt over and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered that he loved this. I didn’t say it back. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. All I could think about was how long I’d have to wait for him to get hard again.
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