I had her number and her promise she would call. I hated to have to know that I was a virgin. Unable to score any chicks in high school, I had to console myself with jerking my cock to porn. I imagined myself as the guys in them so that when a girl asked if I had ever had sex, I would claim that I had.
Just to be cool, you know.
Haley texted me.
Haley: Brandon? My rents are gone
Haley: Want to come over?
Brandon: Yes
She gave me her address and told me to come now. She didn't even ask if I had a car.
I got in dad's old truck that rattled and stunk of fumes. It was a relic from the 1980s. A real antique. It was supposed to teach me how to respect and take care of what's mine, but I didn't see how driving around in a heap taught me anything. It was shit.
Now, if my parents had bought me an Audi…
Haley's house was a dumpy little single story place that needed someone to mow the lawn. Before I even knocked on the door, she answered. "Hey, come in."
The interior was a wreck. Shit was piled everywhere: boxes; magazines; newspapers; pizza boxes.
I said, "Uh… wow…"
She rolled her eyes. "I know. My parents are pigs. I'm adopted. My room is this way."
"You're adopted?"
"Mm hmm."
I had my eyes on her ass swaying seductively in front of me. I was getting hard. "What happened to your real parents?"
She turned on me suddenly, eyes half-lidded. "It's supposed to be a secret." Her eyes darted left and right, looking for hidden enemies. "My father was a spy. He was on assignment in Russia with my mom when they were caught and killed."
I goggled at her, feeling as if I had unwittingly offended her. "Are you serious? I'm so sorry to hear that—"
"Yeah, well." She turned away. "I don't think the Russians knew I was their daughter or they would've come after me, too."
"Wow, sorry to hear that."
"Yeah, you said that. It was a long time ago, anyway."
She turned around again in her room. It was immaculate – a very stark contrast to the rest of the house. The walls were white, the bedspread pink with bright yellow flowers, and her nightstand and dresser were fake oak laminate. Nothing matched, but it was super clean and neat. She held out her arms.
I wasn't sure if that meant she was displaying her room or wanted a hug. I did the cool thing and stuffed my hands in my pockets so I wouldn't look stupid.
She came up to me and fiddled with the zipper on my hoodie. "So… do you want to see what's under my tube top?"
My half-hard cock got instantly super hard. I forced out a difficult response. "Yeah."
She looked up into my eyes. "And what will you do to see what I have under this?"
I knew that first night at the party she didn't have much up top. Her breasts were small, but they had a nice round shape high up on her chest. Still, it would be great to see them in the flesh. "I, uh…"
"Would you do something for me in return?"
I negotiated with my mad skills. "Well, uh, like what?"
She bit her lower lip to contain the instant grin. She pulled back a little and clasped her hands together. "I would really love… to see…"
"See what?"
She twisted back and forth dramatically. She lowered her chin and looked at me through her eyelashes. "I want to see how you play with it."
"Play with what?"
She pointed to my jeans and wriggled her finger. Then she danced close to me. "I think it's hot that guys can play with their dicks whenever they want. Would you show me how you do it? If you do, I'll lift my top."
This was sounding very sexy and my dick was throbbing in my pants. "Yeah, I guess so…" I was having a hard time breathing because I was so excited.
She shut the door and spun around. "Get those off."
It might have been a little embarrassing to strip naked in front of a girl, but I felt this was definitely heading in the right direction, so I stripped off my jeans and boxers.
Her eyes lit on my dick and I puffed out my chest to await her compliments.
She lifted her eyebrows. "Not… bad."
It wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear.
"Play with it, please. Pretend you're watching some hot porn."
"Porn? Me? I don't—"
She rolled her eyes and dropped her shoulders. "Oh, come on, Brandon. Everyone does."
"They do?" I might have an excuse?
She gave me a seriously doubtful look. "You mean to tell me that you've never looked at porn? Do you even know what it is?"
Now I felt stupid for backing myself into this situation. "I mean, I've seen some… I don't look at it all the time…" I felt lame.
"That's okay. Just show me how you get into it when you're really turned on."
"Oh, well… okay." I hesitantly gripped my dick.
She nodded encouragingly.
I began stroking.
She frowned. "That's all you do? It almost looks like you don't like it."
"Uh…" I didn't want to look too into it.
She pouted. "Come on, show me how you really do it." She teased me by running her finger along the bottom of her tube top and lifting it a little.
I sat down on her bed and leaned back. "And you'll show me your tits?"
She bit her lower lip and nodded excitedly.
I decided this wasn't such a bad deal after all, though I really wanted to stick my dick in her. I ached hard for that. Then I could brag I was no longer a virgin to my friends. If this led to that, then this was what I was going to do.
I gripped and stroked myself with more intimacy. It wasn't that hard at all and I found myself throbbing with arousal because she was watching.
She licked her lower lip and watched with feverish eyes. "Nice. You're a good masturbator."
I laughed. "Is that a good thing? I haven't had all that much practice."
She lifted one side of her tube top and exposed a small, pale breast. "Stroke to me. Jerk your dick while you look at my breast."
Her tit might have been small, but it was perfect and beautiful. It went with her face and hair. My erection throbbed and pulsed, jumping in my hand just like it did with really hot porn. I exhaled with lust and jacked faster while looking at her tit.
She jerked her top back into place and spun around in the air towards the door. "Stop, fast!" Her whisper was rushed and harsh.
My hand was off my dick in a flash, though it stood straight up. I hunched over it to hide it. Had she heard something? Was the door about to open?
Panic flooded my veins and ice ran through them at being caught in her room masturbating. Fuck! What do I do?
She let out a long breath and turned back to me. "False alarm," she winked at me, "take it back out and play."
I coughed in relief. "Are you sure?"
She lifted her top on one side again. "Yes. Start playing."
"All right… Can I see both of them?"
She waited until I was stroking and then pulled her top off. "Is that how you normally play with it?"
"Yeah, but I use Vaseline."
"Do you want to borrow some? I have a new container…"
That sounded really hot. "Yeah, sure."
She opened the door and bounced out into the hall out of my sight – naked-breasts and all. I heard a medicine cabinet door squeak open and then shut. She hummed to herself on her way back in and handed me like the tiniest container they make of the stuff.
I popped it open; it hadn't even been touched by human fingers. Pristine. I scooped a dab and worked it onto my already leaking cock. The flow of warmth and slickness felt sublime. I leaned back again and began jacking.
She stood about three feet away and watched my hand move up and down. "That looks very nice. I'm glad you're not a head-rubber."
"A what?"
"Some guys just rub the head really fast. You actually stroke the whole shaft. You're a good masturbator."
If she liked it, then I definitely liked the sound of that.
She pouted. "Do you mind if I get on the bed and use my toy on myself?"
That she would even think she had to ask… I get to see your pussy? Hell yeah! My voice shook and I could barely breathe. I was definitely scoring on the sex front. "No, go ahead."
She lifted the corner of the mattress and pulled up a large pink lifelike dildo with a formed head, balls, and even veins on the sides.
She shimmied out of her shorts so sexily that I almost came. She was shaved bare and had the most beautiful little pussy I had ever seen.
Wow, up close! I'm a sex god now!
She sat back on the bed away from me.
I twisted around so I could watch her.
She winked, "Keep stroking."
I did.
"You know, I think I like this." She inserted the dildo.
I was totally watching that. Her pussy spread open and widened around the head – no more than a couple of feet from where I sat.
"Stroke for me, Brandon. Let me see you masturbate as you watch me." She twirled a finger around one nipple while she worked the dildo around to get comfortable.
I was panting and dizzy. I wanted her so bad, but this was far more sex than I had ever had and I was enjoying the experience.
She whispered, "Masturbate for me. I want to see your dick squirt juice."
I fapped faster. I was in heaven.
Her dildo went in and out for a few minutes. Her face took on an expression of deep consideration. "If… I wipe you off with a rag, do you think I could stroke you for a little bit? I'd really love to try that with you."
I moaned and groaned on the edge before I could force the word out. "Yes…"
She hopped off the bed, dildo out in a flash. From her dresser she pulled out a folded washcloth. She bounced onto the bed next to me and prepared the rag on her hand. "Ready?"
I nodded.
She wiped my rod off with the scratchy washcloth. I didn't care about the sensation; just having a girl's hand on my dick – even through the rag – was such an amazing sexual turn-on. I was ready for anything.
She put the rag aside and gripped my erection in her little hand. Her eyes sparkled at me. "Oooh, nice and hot."
I panted.
She gave it only two strokes and then let go.
I almost cried.
She leaned forward over my lap, looking me close in the face. Her bubble gum breath tickled my nose. "Brandon, is it okay… if I suck it a little?"
I moaned laughter like some coughing zombie. Fuck yes! Gibberish came out of my mouth.
She gave me a secretive smile and leaned over me. Her mouth warmed the head of my dick in a wet, velvety embrace.
It was better than I could ever have conceived possible. I laid my hand on her back and stroked her skin. It was soft like silk and warm to the touch. My cock throbbed hard and ready.
She sucked down once, and then pulled up and off. She gripped it and looked at me with lust-filled eyes. "Did you like that?"
I groaned again, whimpering with need.
"Would you like for me to suck until you cum?"
I almost wailed in desperation.
Her lips spread wide. "I'd love to suck you – give you a proper blowjob. Would you like that?"
I nodded frantically.
"What would you do for that?"
Uh…? "Huh?" I'd cum, duh…
"I'll let you cum in my mouth under one condition."
"Wh-what's that?" I was ready to blow right now. I didn't care what she wanted.
"You have to kiss me afterwards."
I definitely wanted to kiss her. I wanted to fucking rape her. "Yeah, sure."
"There might be some of your cum in my mouth…"
"Oh, uh, don't you swallow?"
"Yes… but there might be some still in there."
I figured she would swallow it just fine; she was being considerate. "Okay."
She hummed from a low tone to a rising note of pleasure. She leaned over me and sucked down on my dick.
Tickles ran up my palms, up the inside of my arms, the inner soles of my feet, the area between my thighs and lingered in my armpits. The rush was fast. I gasped at the amazing sensation of her mouth and tongue. I groaned and lifted my hips.
She sucked harder.
I blew; it was too much. I had lasted all of five seconds in her mouth. This was perfect, though. I had finally had real sex and with a beautiful girl who liked me.
She pulled off after a moment, a glow on her face as she pushed me back and crawled over me with her naked form.
Now comes the fucking. I'm going to absolutely obliterate her with a stunning display of my expertise.
Except that she didn't position herself over my cock like I expected. She was coming in for the kiss.
I welcomed her down onto me on her bed and knew I had made the score of a lifetime. It was happening to me!
Her soft lips came down on mine and I opened for her. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and with it a lot of smooth… saliva? Was she drooling? Then it hit me, I wasn't tasting bubble gum spit, I was tasting cum.
I gagged.
She worked her tongue around until I had no choice but to swallow. It wasn't gross, but the idea shocked me.
She pulled off and smiled at me with relish. "That was so… sexy. It makes me all wet."
I liked the sound of that. So… sex now?
She stroked my face. "Yep, I think I'm falling in love."
Love? What about fucking? I moved into a sitting position. My cock was still hard and I was shaking with desperation. I gripped her shoulders and tried to maneuver her down so I could take what was rightfully mine. I needed to fuck.
She resisted. "Oh, sorry. I'm a little sore from the dildo. Next time, okay?"
I moaned like a wounded animal.