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[All teens are 18+]
“Bye, kids! Be good!” Elle jokes, as she and Trevor head upstairs to drive off to the movie theater downtown. Ethan and I are left alone in the basement, like many other nights, but tonight there’s an excited tension. I don’t think we officially had planned to make tonight a “next step night”, but we both just assumed, when Ethan said his parents would be out late and we’d have the house by ourselves for hours.
We are already cuddled up on the comfy, worn brown couch, his arm around me as my back rests against him, my legs stretched to the side, feet burrowed under the homemade crocheted blanket. “My parents said they won’t be home til 12:30,” he says.
I sit up and turn to him. “Better get the checkerboard ready. We’re having a board game tournament, right?” I grin, our eyes meeting in that flirty way that still gives me a flutter. “Shut up,” he says, laughing as he helps me into onto his seated form, my knees on either side of his hips. I drape my arms around the back of his neck and look into those pretty blue eyes of his, my seductive gaze communicating more than words could. “Mmm,” he softly moans in response, leaning in and pulling me close.
As we kiss, my fingertips play in the close-cropped, chestnut hair on the back of his head. He runs his hands up the bare skin of my thighs, just barely sliding under the hem of my skirt.
“This fucking skirt almost gave me a boner before first hour,” he says between kisses, and I giggle in response.
“Oh yeah?” I say, emboldened. “And what about now?” As a response, he puts his hands on my ass over my skirt and pulls me in closer, so I can feel his excitement. It’s like a switch is flipped, and we kiss more passionately. The pace of our breathing quickens, and our bodies can’t seem to press together close enough. His hands slide up my back under my sweater, and I wiggle to slide my arms out of the sleeves as he slips it over my head. Clearly, based on his expression, he was not expecting a transparent bra, revealing my breasts to him for the first time.
“Oh my God, you’re so beautiful,” he exhales, kissing between my breasts above the sweet little pink bow, and reaching around to unhook the undergarment. I’m impressed he does it smoothly on the first try, and the pretty white lace falls to the floor. For the next several minutes, his mouth is all over me, exploring and enjoying my soft skin and enticing curves. Our mouths meet in between my sighs and his moans against my skin.
“Come on”, he says, shifting me off his lap and pulling me up. He leads me to the spare bedroom in the basement. It’s windowless and wood-paneled, and is currently storing an old exercise bike, a few boxes of Christmas decorations, and some other clutter, but there’s a queen-sized bed covered in a navy blue comforter, so, as far as I’m concerned, it’s the Four Seasons penthouse. He tumbles onto the bed, kissing me passionately while I help him lift off his shirt and fumblingly unzip his jeans. After he wiggles out of them, he lays back, clad only in blue boxer briefs, while I slip off my short cotton skirt and climb on top of him. The length of my body is pressed against him, skin against skin, with only our underwear separating us.
“Ohhh,” he groans at the new sensation, and I release a long moan as I grind the heat between my legs against his prominent erection, and we kiss deeply. “Wait,” he says, pulling back from my lips. “Just let me look at you.”
I sit up on him, seeing him mentally take in my smooth porcelain skin, the perky but fully round breasts and now-hardened pink nipples, my delicate collarbone and neck, and my loose auburn hair tickling my curved back. My waist is petite, and further down in between the curves of my hips is the second little bow, the white fabric covering the last of my nakedness, leaving almost nothing to his imagination.
And I’m looking back at him. He’s on the swim team, which keeps his body lean and toned. He’s not that much taller than me, but I still feel secure when he holds me. His sky blue eyes are surrounded by dark lashes that match his brunette locks, which fade from short on the sides to a cute flop of curls on top. His creamy light skin flushes when he’s excited, and I’ve never seen him more so than now. *God, he’s cute.* My eyes wander from his face down his body to where our most sensitive areas meet. *And sexy.*
Our fingers are intertwined, and our lips come together again. But, shit, we’re teenagers, so we can only prolong the main event for so long. I kiss his neck and touch his chest and stomach with one hand, then slip it down into the waistband of his underwear. He helps slide his boxers off, and I at last grasp his shaft for the first time.
“Fuuuck,” he moans, as I stroke slowly a couple times, getting the feel of it. Everyone has different preferences, and I don’t know his, but I know the basics. I try out the hand techniques that I’ve learned. *Thanks, YouTube.*
I softly kiss down his chest as I stroke him, until I’m below his belly button. At last his cock is in front of my mouth, and I look up at him. His blue eyes are clouded with desire, and he props his hands behind his head, settling in to watch and enjoy. My pillowy lips touch the tip and part, as I slowly take the head into my warm, awaiting mouth.
Ethan groans in pleasure as I suck the head, still stroking the shaft. I explore him with my tongue, licking his length, and then swirling around the head. I begin to take him in more, sucking as I pull back and then diving in deeper each time.
“Ohhh, that feels amazing. Just like that,” Ethan sighs, as I start to set a rhythm. I don’t want him to cum before I really try out the best of the technique I heard about, so I get right down to taking him in even deeper, bobbing my head at a faster pace. His moans escalate as his hand gently grasps my hair and holds me in place. I keep the pace steady, and focus on his audible cues to determine when to bob faster and suck harder.
“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” he announces, and after a few more bobs I pull my mouth off and keep the rhythm going with my stroking hand. He tenses up, and ejaculates up onto his stomach and chest. I keep stroking because I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do next, but he puts his hand on mine to stop me, exhaling a big satisfied breath.
“Oh fuuuck,” he sighs. Then, “One sec.” He reaches to the nightstand to grab a tissue box. He wipes his torso and gives me a couple tissues to wipe off the cum that dripped down my hand. After tossing the used tissues aside, he pulls me up next to him for a deep, snuggly kiss.
“Fuck, that was even better than I thought it would be,” he says, smiling and breathing out a contented sigh. “How about we do that a lot more often?” He grins, and slips his boxer briefs back on. I grab the edge of the folded flannel blanket at the foot of the bed, and pull it over us. We spoon tightly, as our racing hearts eventually slow to their resting pace. I’m still only dressed in panties. So much of our bare skin presses together. He’s warm and comforting with his arm around me, hand over my breasts, against my heart.
We lay there in comfortable silence, until I hear the sound of slow, even breathing. *I guess I wore him out,* I think, smiling to myself. *I liked sharing this with Ethan. His hands and mouth feel so good on me. I wish I could fall asleep and stay here all night.*
I’m relaxed, tracing my fingertips on my own skin, lazy circles in the spots that bring out goosebumps. My hand slips down into the front of my panties, stroking the bare skin underneath. *Mmm, maybe I should wake up Ethan.* He’d certainly be surprised by this type of request. I decide to just play for now, listening to his breathing get deeper. My index finger finds the little bud, and my breath catches; I’m so eager to be touched there. I run my finger along the wetness in my folds. *It felt so good to grind against him. I wonder if sex really hurts the first time.* I’ve touched myself at home under my bed covers plenty of times, but never inserted anything inside. So, laying in Ethan’s arms, I enjoy the familiar pleasure of stroking my wet slit and circling my clit with the moistened finger. I savor the slow process and feel a small wave building.
The next thing I know, my mind wanders to those *other* broad shoulders, those manly arms, and how they probably wouldn’t hold me gently. I rub myself harder as I remember kneeling in front of him, the clearly defined shape of his soft cock in front of my face. I feel an orgasm approaching, and just before it overtakes me, I vividly recall his deep voice rumbling *”Good girl”,* and for the first time, I plunge one finger inside me and begin to clench around it, riding out a silent climax while lost in the fantasy of that firm golden body having its way with mine.
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