Haven was the ‘new girl’ in our small sleepy town.
Her family was poor and lived two houses down in a trailer near our church.
If we were the good church going kids, she was the antithesis of that.
She had a smoking body and knew it. She was nothing but trouble.
In the summer, she would lay on her front porch, scantily clad in a bikini for all of our town to see.
The few times she came to our church she dressed in a way that made the men and a few women blush.
My senior year, I tried to hit on her, but I had never even kissed a girl at this point in my life. Every time she said hi, I would get too choked up to say anything to her.
My family was by no means rich, which meant that we rode the bus every day of our life until we graduated.
As a senior, I sat in the back of the bus. Not because I was cool, but because I wanted to be left alone by everyone.
I would slump over in the seat because I didn’t want anyone to see me riding the school bus home.
Haven would sit in the back of the bus as well in the opposite row.
These country roads were dusty and bumpy. I can’t tell you how many times I would sit with my backpack in my lap hiding my erection while I watched her tits bounce up and down, wishing she was naked on top of me, doing the same.
Haven had a less than stellar boyfriend, Rick. At some point during the year, Rick was sent to juvie, leaving her there alone.
She would sit and tell her girlfriend about all of the sex they were having up until that point and it surprised me that she wasn’t knocked up by this point in her life.
I’ll never forget Haven’s body because it was so much more developed than anyone else’s in school.
From the looks of it, she had to be at least a C cup. Any girl that wasn’t flat chested in school always caught my attention.
On the second to last day of school my senior year, I was riding the bus home for the last time.
Haven made her way down the asile and sat really close beside me, which made me super nervous.
There were lots of empty seats, why not sit somewhere else.
“What’s wrong?” Is asked her.
“I just miss Rick” she replied softly. “It’s been about three months since I’ve seen him and I don’t think my family is going to take me down to let me go visit him.”
With a nervous reply, I chuckle, “well, he IS in juvie ….”
“My mom says I should marry someone like you” she tells me. I almost did a spit take with my Gatorade. “Marriage?” I think. “I’ve never even kissed a girl”.
“No, that’s okay” I tell her. “My dad says that girls like you aren’t the marrying type.” “What type am I?” She asks.
I can feel the blood running to my cheeks. ‘The fuck and leave ’em kind’ I tell her. I had never said anything like that out loud before.
Haven leans in and whispers in my ear, “Do you want to fuck me?”
Every single atom in my body is screaming “DO IT YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!” “No” I reply. “I also don’t have a condom.”
She huffed with disbelief. “What are you” she says “some kind of fucking virgin?”
I just turned my head and looked out of the window at this point. “Yes” I mumble, as a gripped my bookbag against my chest.
As an 18 year old who played it safe his entire life, part of me just wanted to rip our clothes off and do stuff to each other. But I had no idea what that “stuff” was.
After a few minutes, Haven leans her head onto my shoulder. She’s wearing a blue crop top and some white short shorts.
“Relax” she whispers in my ear. I can still feel the warmth of her breath in my ear to this day. I can still smell her perfume wrapping around my head and breathing it in through my nose.
She takes my backpack and puts it between my feet.
She takes her delicate hands and slowly unzips the zipper of my kakhi shorts. My already stiff penis was become even harder.
“Okay, this is happening, stay cool.” I remind myself. But I can’t. Think of baseball. I can’t. Think of walking across the asile at graduation. I can’t. It’s not fucking working.
The only thing I can think of is the mental picture of her on her knees between my legs with her tits wrapped around my cock.
I honestly couldn’t tell you if I lasted two minutes or two seconds. The next thing I know is that there’s cum oozing out of my penis and down her fingers.
She looks at me smiling and puts each finger in her mouth, licking the cum off.
We are almost at her stop. She takes her fingers, puts them in her pants and then shoves two fingers in my mouth. “This is what I taste like.” She says.
Confused, I look at her as she stands up. She frenches me, tounge and all. Now I really don’t know what to do. That was a salty ass kiss. I can’t tell if Im turned on or turned off at this point because I don’t know what the hell is going on.
“Now we both know what each other tastes like” she says as she turns to walk off of the bus.
And that’s the story of my first handjob from the hometown whore.
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