When I started dating my now-husband, I insisted it be casual, as I had just turned 19 and was enjoying uni freedom/boys. He was 22, doing a master’s, and he’d told me how awkward it was as he was living with his same-year ex, and ONLY his ex, so couldn’t bring anyone over without feeling dickish (so I figured he couldn’t go overboard).
About two weeks later I turn up just as the 22yo ex is skipping out the door, pink-cheeked and cheerful. She’s a little curly-haired brunette, a lil thicc, usually quiet and cutesy – I’m blonde and less busty, but taller so Not Intimidated. We say polite hellos and she’s off.
I got inside, and in about thirty seconds he has me on my knees in the kitchen, head back against the counter and one hand grabbing my hair, vest pulled down as he squeezes my tits. I figured he’d been frustrated waiting for his girl to arrive and happily let him use my mouth.
A few seconds in, I realise how different and sweet his cock tastes, and then he cums much sooner than I expected, right down my throat (and I swallow because teenage girls try really hard to impress, alright?). I think I even thanked him before I got up.