DIFFERENCES BETWEEN LITTLES AND AGE PLAYERS

DIFFERENCES BETWEEN LITTLES AND AGE PLAYERS
DIFFERENCES BETWEEN LITTLES AND AGE PLAYERS

Differences between Littles and Age Players that people often get confused by the two, or consider them the same thing. I don’t consider that the same thing in the slightest. Age-play and littles are similar in many ways and can work wonderfully when used together, but I don’t age-play.

That doesn’t mean I see any problem with age-play, so I hope I don’t unintentionally offend age-players.

Age-play and Daddy Dom/little girl are similar, but also very different. They work so well together if that’s what you’re after, and I think that’s why people confuse the two so easily, as they sometimes seem to mesh into one another. Because a little who is also an age-player will explain what being little is to her, but because she also age-plays, her explanation may be confusing.

 

 

DIFFERENCES BETWEEN LITTLES AND AGE PLAYERS
DIFFERENCES BETWEEN LITTLES AND AGE PLAYERS

So what IS the difference?

Age play to me is more about the role playing of a child at a certain age whereas for a little, being childlike is an innate part of their personality. Even in their “adult” mindset, they still have characteristics that are childlike.

Being little is not about role-playing a certain age, it’s about expressing those inner emotions that you can’t express in your “adult” life… Vulnerability, innocence, dependence. And a little’s way to do this is to act childlike. A little usually doesn’t have a specific age, instead it’ll vary along a spectrum. Factors like the environment they’re in, the people they’re with and their mood may affect how “little” a little is at any given point.

If you ask a little (assuming they don’t age-play) their age, they are likely to either look at you confused, not sure what to answer, make a guess based on how they feel, or they’ll tell you their chronological age. An age player is much more likely to know exactly what age they are playing.

An age-player is more playing the role of a child, role-playing a child at a specific age… If you ask an age-player her/his age, then you will usually receive a concrete answer of the age they are playing.

Usually, a little won’t snap in and out of their little mode straight away, it’s a progression into it and a progression out of it. Age players tend to be much more flexible in clicking into their childlike role and back out.  

Littles make wonderful age players because someone who is naturally childlike can of course pull off the role of a child seamlessly. I do not age-play, but that doesn’t mean little’s don’t age-play… many little’s are age-players. 

my 1st time

I had moved in with my mom’s boyfriend (who was younger than mom by a few years) and his roommate. I was never attracted to mom’s boyfriend, who later became my step dad, but his roommate, Kurt was hot. I was curvy since I was 12 and I often caught him staring longingly at me. I was pretty tall, even back then (5’8″) 34B/28/38 and had a big round ass. I was a little self conscious of my really puffy nipples and aureola (ping pong ball sized)but really only the other girls in school teased me about them. I had long straight almost platinum blond hair. Kurt was 6′ and a rock solid 200lbs. When we first moved in we didn’t see much of each other but I noticed that he’d talk to me more when mom wasn’t around. We really hit it off and I admit that I loved to dress in my sluttier clothes at those times. I’d wear shorts that were either really tight (so that I got a total camel toe – I also have huge pussy lips, I think) or loose so that if I sat on the couch, inappropriately, that you also catch pussy lip. Going without a bra was fun too because my nipples would clearly show and there so sensitive, that they’d inflame and get even more puffy. This would make him get so hard that it just couldn’t be hidden and after awhile I think we just didn’t care to hide it anyway. I had noticed months after moving in that my panties would go missing from the bathroom hamper. I was sure he was stealing them and confirmed this when I was home alone. I went into his room and found them on his bed. They were my green thong and when I picked them up they were literally dripping with his cum! I was so excited I could feel myself getting hot.

This man who was twelve years older was hot for me, he was jerking off in my panties. My heart was pounding as I went back into my room. I hastily pulled off all my clothes and started playing with myself while I held the cum saturated thong close to my nose. I was loving the smell of his cum and imagining what his cock looked like when he sprayed his juice onto it. What was he thinking about me when he came? I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but I stuck out my tongue and licked his goo. It was salty, but not as bad as some girls had said. When i thought about touching his sperm that had been in his cock just hours ago, it made me soaking wet. I wanted his cum all over me and deep in me in that moment. And in that moment I knew that we were gonna fuck. I felt electric and so happy.I was crazy with lust and rubbed his cum all over my tits and face. I never wanted to wash it off. I then put it in my mouth and sucked on it while I used both hands to pull on my clit and labia. I soaked the bed and came screaming his name. It was so soaked with my juice. What made me proud of it was one day I was wearing a gauze sun dress (with no underwear) and because the sun was behind me, you could see through it. My mom said, “Honey your giving us all a show”. I was initially embarrassed, but Kurt. later said that I looked, “like a goddess”, and that he loved my blond hair.Anyway, he seem a little nervous that evening, probably because he noticed my thong was missing from his bed! The next day he said something about loving the way that I smelled and I said, “Oh, I know!” I think he was starting to put two and two together. When I came home from volleyball practice, I had some black painted on booty shorts that were one of his favorites and soaked with my sweat, juice and funk from all day and practice. I took a shower, but purposely left them in the bathroom for him to discover. When I exited the bathroom he was right there by the door with a smile and said, “excuse me.” softly as he held my big hips and circle past me into the steam filled room. When he put his hands on my hips it was enough to make my juices flow! His was in the bathroom for a long time and I could imagine him pressing my stinky shorts to his nostrils while he jerked his big meat (he later told me all about it and other times he had done it!) I pressed my ear to the door and I swear that I could hear him softly grunting. One hand was between my legs, tugging at my clit and getting my whole bush and pussy extremely messy.He opened the door suddenly and I almost fell into the bathroom on top of him (nice thought!)He seemed a little out of sorts and I said that I had left something in there. He said what. I said my volleyball shorts. The look on his face was priceless. He was stunned I think and just sat down in the front room. I found them hidden just underneath some jeans. The whole bathroom stunk like semen and the shorts were filled with his seed. I mean filled. Like at least two , if not three, huge loads worth. What I did next just sort of came to me. I pulled on a long night shirt and also put my volleyball shorts back on! I grabbed the waist line and pulled them up high, giving myself the ultimate camel toe wedgy and pulling that cum soaked on the shorts right up between my ass cheeks and pussy lips. I shook at little bit and almost came myself when I felt his sauce squish all over my private parts. I walked back out into the living room and sat on the big chair facing Kurt. Mom was in the kitchen talking about some stupid shit and oblivious to our shared sexual awakening. She could see him, but not me and I put my feet up on the arms of the chair to shown him what I had done. His jaw dropped as he took in my lycra/cum shorts stuck on my vulva. Smiling, I continued to tug on them so they were now completely pulled up between my labia and his multitudes of little sperm were no doubt swimming up my vagina. I didn’t give a fuck, and actually, the thought of getting pregnant in this way didn’t bother me at all in that moment. Mom went to bed with her our other roommate and we were left alone (your fault mom!) and I came over and sat on his lap – gently. What happened next was just so natural – we didn’t give a fuck about getting caught – which easily couldn’t happened.He held me and we just started kissing – so wonderful! Tongues sucking and intermittently fiercely. His hands were all over me – my stuck on shorts he peeled off, and he passionately massaged my whole privates. Flicking and rubbing my clit, tugging at my hairy labia, and even eventually penetrating my poop hole with his big middle finger. That was really weird, but awesome. I pulled up my knees and spread my legs so he could finger fuck me however he wished. Then he pulled off my shirt and saw my bare titties for the first time. I was concerned he’d think they were weird, but he just gasped, “oh my” and started to suckle them like a starving piglet. He laid me on the floor and then preceded to kiss, suck, bite and tongue my whole big fat pussy from clit to asshole. I had to cum, it was going to happen. I hated trying to keep quiet, I wanted to SCREAM, but just held it back. When he was done his face was completely glazed vulva and ass were soaked over again and again. I just laid on the floor, fingertips caressing my nipples which were alive with electricity. He stood before me and pulled down his precum soaked underpants. Out popped his 81/2 inch dick. I was in pure love as I got to my knees. Never before in life was I more sure of what I needed to do as i took the cock in my hands and mouth. I copied what I had seen on a porno I had watched once. I extended my tongue and laid his fuckin huge cock head, followed by his shaft, on it. He grabbed my face, skull, and jaw with his big hands and slowly started to fuck my face. I was mentally someplace I had never been before. A helpless fuck toy but powerful at the same time. I kept thinking what my mom would say if she came down for a drink only to find her “innocent” fifteen year old daughter lovingly sucking a man’s cock. My tits rubbed teasingly against his legs and eventually his Testes the size of jumbo eggs bounced against my chin. I also thought of those bitches at school who said I my ass was too fat or my tits were weird – did they have this beautiful man meat in their mouths. “Look up at me beautiful, I want to see your gorgeous face when I’m fucking it.” I grabbed him around his ass and looked up.Here was this 27 year old with his magnificent cock in MY mouth. I was never so proud and happy. Sweat rolled off his face and body and dripped on me. Drool was cascading down my chin and body as I began to force his cock deep. I was gagging, no doubt, but I just had to have it all. “I must fuck you.”, he said,”You know that.” We quietly slipped down into his basement room. His cock was excited and fully erect, again dripping precum. We started again with just kissing. I told him I was a virgin so he started fingering me for a long while, then I finally relaxed a little but it still wouldn’t go in. He pushed so hard I cried. And then when I opened my mouth I let out a deep croak from deep inside of me. Somehow I loosened, and his tip was in me. He held my hips and pulled me back onto him gradually, cooing encouraging words. I was whimpering but he said, “hang in there your doing good”.

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I will admit I am a bit of a voyeur at heart. I have started out my window late at night in hopes someone has left their blinds open and I can catch them doing something nasty. I have caught a few guys masturbating which only makes me start to touch myself as well.
So when a guy asks if I will watch their cam while they are masturbating or doing something extra naughty it only makes me think I am being a voyeur and looking in on them. Ok I have their permission but we just pretend I don’t.

Like last night this guy was telling me all about the sexy panties he was wearing well course I said well why don’t you show me. So he sent me that little video request super fast. There he was in all his sheer pink thong prettiness. Rubbing his small dick in those pretty panties. I couldn’t help but laugh. He was modeling them for me and everything. Getting up and showing me just how good his panty boy ass looked in a pink thong.

I wish I could say it was super exciting to see his panty clitty come out for me to see but it was super small so I could only giggle at it. But I did have a great time talking to him and watching him on cam.

So for those of you out there that are looking for a phone girl to watch you be naughty and kinky I am definitely the girl.

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my 1st time

The first time I was fingered I was in junior high,  he was a few years older than me.  It was two weeks after we started dating that he wanted to fuck me. I wanted to fuck him too. He came by one night and we were out in the front of my parents’ house. We started kissing and he started to feel me up. He slipped his hand underneath my shirt and starting playing with my swollen nipples. Gosh, that felt good. He lowered himself down and starting sucking on them.

Then he started to go lower and started to play with my clit over my short shorts. He got up and got really close against me and slipped his hands into my shorts and started playing with my cunt. He then slipped one finger in my wet pussy and it felt so good. I practically melted in his hands. He started going deeper and faster. I did my best to keep quiet, for we were still out in the front of the house. He then slipped two fingers in and kept going faster and harder. I was starting to get louder and he stopped.

We went inside my bedroom when my family was asleep. We started stripping our clothes off and he started to finger me again. His dick starting getting really hard and was rather a good size. He stopped fingering me and got on top of me and into position, with his dick in front of my very wet pussy. We started to slide his hard cock into me slowly because it was starting to hurt my tight pussy. I held my screams in because I didn’t want to wake anyone up. He kept sliding it in further and further, pumping me slowly. Then he started to pick up the pace and within about five seconds of entering me fully, he pulled out his dick and unloaded himself on my stomach! We cleaned ourselves up and started it again and I never looked back!

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The Neighborhood Slut – Chapter 5

After their first fuck, Tammy and Jay fucked each other at every opportunity. Usually they sneaked into each other’s room after their mother had gone to bed, to suck and fuck for hours. Sometimes they ditched school and spent all day fucking each other on the huge bed in their mother’s room. It wasn’t long before Tammy’s girlfriend, Chris, wanted to meet Jay. She’d heard so much about him and his sexual skills that all she could think about was getting his hard prick into her hot pussy. Now that she’d lost her virginity, the horny teenager spent every possible minute in bed with a variety of virile young men who fucked her until she could hardly walk.
Chris had bothered Tammy so long about meeting Jay that the girl finally told her brother about her friend and asked if he’d like to meet her. Naturally, he agreed, and a few days later Tammy brought Chris over to their house after school. Her mother had finally gotten a part-time job and wouldn’t b! e home until late, so the three teenagers knew they wouldn’t be disturbed. After she introduced Chris to her brother, Tammy sat around with them while they chatted and got acquainted. When she was convinced they’d hit it off, she excused herself, saying she was going to see Ted that evening. She wished them a nice night and left, anxious to get the photographer’s stiff prick into her hot pussy. As soon as Tammy left the house, Jay slid closer to Chris on the couch and put his arm around the pretty girl. It didn’t bother him at all that she was a year older than he was as he caressed her shoulder. He could smell the sweetness of her perfume and felt her tits press against him as she responded by inching closer and letting her head rest up on his arm. “What would you like to do, now that we’re alone?” he asked, letting his hand drop to the girl’s pert tit. “I like what you’re doing now,” Chris answered, moving closer so the boy could feel her up m! ore easily. She sighed deeply to encourage him and slid her hand softly up the inside of his leg until she reached the crotch of his pants. Cupping the bulge of Jay’s cock in her hand, Chris could tell that he had an enormous prick. She squeezed and fondled it, feeling his cock grow inside his pants. She heard him groan in response as he began massaging her tits more forcefully. The eager girl pressed her lips against his and speared her pointed tongue deep into his mouth. As the two kids mashed their mouths together, they grappled with their clothes until they were both completely naked. Sitting back to gaze at the stacked girl before him, Jay was amazed at how closely her body resembled that of his sister. Their tits were the same size and equally firm, and they both had slender bodies and beautifully shaped assess. In fact, the only difference he could see was that Chris had very blonde pussy hair, while his sister’s pussy hair was a bit darker.”You’ve got a great body,” Jay said, tweaking one of the girl’s stiff nipples. He slipped his finger into the moist crack of her pussy and flicked it across her clit, feeling her react instinctively. “I think we’re gonna have a great time together.” “So do I,” Chris moaned as the youngster’s hands moved over the naked flesh of her firm, young tits. She’d been fucked several times since losing her virginity to Ted recently, but she’d always had a crush on Jay. “Oh, that feels so good. Why don’t you kiss them and suck them?” Leaning down, Jay covered one of Chris’ nipples with his lips and began sucking and pulling on the thick bud. He heard the girl squeal with delight
and increased the pressure of his mouth on the tip of her tit. At the same time, he grasped her firm tit flesh with both hands and massaged it roughly, as if working her tit milk up to her nipple. “Oh, shit!” Chris cried as Jay’s slurping mouth sent tingles of pleasure and lust racing through he! r young body. She felt a pleasing jolt in her pussy and squeezed her thighs together, smearing them with the juices hat were leaking from her aroused cunt. Jay worked the girl’s tits until both nipples were hard and crinkly and a deep-pink color. Then he pulled his face away from her delicious tits and sat back on the couch. Grasping Chris’ head gently, he pushed her down into his hairy crotch. “How about sucking my cock for me now?” he whispered as his stiff cock grazed against the young girl’s cheek. “I’d love to,” she answered, wrapping her fingers around the thick prick shaft. She lowered her head the rest of the way and slipped down farther, taking the entire length of his enormous fucker into her hot mouth and teasing it with her wet, tongue. She worked the muscles of her mouth expertly, making the boy’s prick swell in her mouth until she thought she would choke on it. Pulling back, Chris began running her tongue up and down the stiff cock shaft. She felt it jerking and throbbing in her hands as she teased her pointy tongue all around the sensitive head of the boy’s prick. When she poked the tip of her tongue into Jay’s tiny piss-slit, she heard him groan with delight. Finally, the girl lowered her head again, sensuously closing her lips over his hard prick while she grasped his bloated balls with her hand. She stroked his balls with one hand and jacked his thick boner with the other one while her soft lips slithered hotly up and down over his twitching cock shaft. “Unnhhhh! You’re a fantastic cock-sucker!” Jay gasped, clutching Chris’ head and entwining his fingers in her shiny blonde hair. The softness of her hot little tongue on his throbbing, cock was driving him out of his mind. “You’re gonna make me shoot my load!” “Mmmmmm,” the pretty teenager murmured in response, increasing the tempo and pressure of her blow-job. She sucked Jay’s prick deeper into her mouth, until she ! could feel his swollen prick head nudging against the back of her throat. She flared her nostrils, sucking deeply on the hard shaft of the youngster’s prick. Jay humped his hips upwards, fucking his massive prick deeply into the young girl’s mouth. He felt her cute tongue darting around his cock deliciously as it slipped in and out of her ovaled lips. Half crazy with lust, the boy, pushed her head deeper into his crotch, thrilling at the sensations he felt each time the tip of his cock head slammed against the back of the girl’s throat. Just a bit longer, and he was going to blast his load of hot cum deep into her mouth and down her throat. “Get ready, I’m almost there,” he warned her. “I’m gonna squirt jizz in your mouth!” Thrilled by the prospect of eating Jay’s load of tasty cum, Chris sucked harder and faster on his prick. Spit was running from the corners of her mouth and her excitement showed in her eyes as she anxiously sucked her lover towards his climax. Suddenly she felt the boy’s prick swell dramatically in her mouth and a second later she trembled with pleasure as the first wad of his hot jism gushed into her mouth. “Unnhhhh, I’m cumming in your mouth!” Jay cried as his balls exploded and, sent his thick cum firing into Chris’ mouth. “Eat it! Suck it all down!” Chris gasped as her mouth filled with Jay’s steaming cock cream. She hadn’t expected her mouth to fill up so quickly and she gulped and swallowed hard, trying her best to not spill any of the teenager’s cum load. She stopped bobbing her head and did all the work with her hand, jacking the boy off into her mouth. Jay looked down and watched a thick stream of cum drool from the corners of Chris’ mouth. Cock cream dangled from her chin in a long syrupy strand before breaking and falling wetly onto her arm. With Jay’s cock head just barely between her lips, Chris let the hot jets of cum spray into her mouth and drain dow! n her throat. Without all of his prick in her mouth, she was able to swallow more easily and keep up with the tremendous flow of cum. Each time she swallowed, her mouth was immediately filled with another flood of hot jizz. “God, suck, baby, suck!” Jay grunted, punching his prick into the girl’s mouth. “Suck me off good!” Jay’s cock twitched a few more times and then he was through creaming.
Chris pumped his cock some more, pumping out the last drops of the sticky cum cream that fell heavily onto her outstretched tongue. Some of it dripped onto her chin and coated her lips, making them shine enticingly in the dim light. Then, slowly, her fist eased up and she jerked his cock more slowly, savoring the warm greasy cum as it slid down her throat. Lifting her pretty head, Chris smiled at Jay, a pool of cum covering her pink tongue. She swilled it about in her mouth, letting some of it drip obscenely down her chin. “Shit, you look like a horny littl! e slut in a porno movie,” Jay commented as he watched the girl play with his cum. He watched her smile and more of his cock cream spilled from her mouth. By now her entire chin was covered with a thin sheen of his sticky jism. “Just looking at you is making me hot enough to fuck your brains out.” “Hmmmmm,” the girl groaned slyly, finally swallowing the remainder of the boy’s cum. She wiped his jism from her face and chin with the back of her hand and licked it clean. “That was the whole idea, lover. I wanted you to get hot again so you’d want to fuck me. How about it? Do you feel up to it yet?” “Of course,” Jay answered quickly, leaning over to probe his finger into Chris’ slippery fuck-hole. “Oh, Jay, you’ve got such an incredible dick,” Chris mumbled as she spread out beneath him and felt his hard cock shaft throbbing against her thigh. “Stick it into me!” As Jay clutched his hard-on in his hand and aimed it at Chris’ dripping pussy, the girl spr! ead her legs wide and arched her loins up to receive his thick cock. She moaned loudly as she felt his prick slip between her oozing cunt lips for the first time, and she wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck. “Ohhhhh, Jay! Your prick feels so good inside me,” she purred, as inch after inch of hard cock meat filled her pussy hole. “Fill me with it. I want every inch of you inside me.” Clinging to Jay longingly, Chris felt his prick fucking deeper and deeper into the hotness of her horny cunt. His hard prick was rubbing deliciously against the walls of her pussy as she clamped her tight cunt muscles around the thick prick shaft. When she felt the bloated end of his cock knob thump against the back of her fuck-channel, Chris gasped and locked her legs tightly around the boy’s waist. “You’ve got the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked,” Jay hissed as he began fucking the beautiful teenager. He could feel her writhing delightfully beneath him as his ! rock- hard prick plunged in and out of her overheated sucking cunt. Each thrust of his huge prick was driving her out of her mind and drilling her sweet young ass deeper into the cushions of the couch. “Yes, baby, yes!” squealed the horny girl as Jay’s prick pumped into her. “Fuck me deep and hard! I love it so much!” Jay grasped Chris firmly in his arms and rolled both of them over until he was on his back and the pretty blonde was straddling him, her sweet young cunt fucking wildly up and down along his cum-slicked cock. “Ohhhh, I haven’t ever fucked like this before!” she cried as her well-oiled pussy slipped smoothly along the boy’s rigid cock. “I like it. I can feel your dick all the way up my pussy. It’s so big and hard!” Lowering herself all the way down, Chris felt Jay’s cock head throbbing deep in her belly. The young girl felt as though her entire body was stuffed with cock as she rotated her hips around, grinding her pussy on the youth’s deeply embedded prick. Smiling down at Jay, Chris watched as he reached up and grasped her firm tits in his hands and began squeezing them roughly. She continued grinding her hot little cunt on the root of his fucker as his strong fingers kneaded and massaged the ripe flesh of her huge tits. Leaning over so her tits dangled enticingly over Jay’s chest, the hot girl began an up-and down motion with her pussy, letting her clit rub wonderfully against the length of Jay’s big stiff cock. Her loins shivered with pleasure as Jay’s big cock fucked up into the slippery hole of her pussy. “Oh, Jay, I could fuck with you every day!” Chris wailed, speeding up her fuck-motions. “I want to be filled with your hard dick all the time.” Looking down at his crotch, Jay could see his cum-streaked cock gliding wetly in and out of the girl’s pussy. His prick was glistening with her sticky fuck-juices and drops of the girl’s cum were dripping from he cunt lips and ! soaking into her blonde crotch hair. “You sure are a good lay,” Jay grunted up at her as he held onto her hips. “Just keep riding my prick like that, and I’m gonna shoot your little pussy full of cum.” Her tight pussy was grasping desperately at Jay’s fuck-rod as she moved her cunt smoothly up and down its enormous length. She felt the boy’s hips thrust upwards and her young body thrilled wildly as she slammed her cunt downwards to match his hard fuck-thrusts. Each time, she felt as though his cock would blast into her belly and tear her apart. “Do you like it?” Jay panted, squirming his cock around inside Chris’ dripping pussy. “Oh, yes, I love it,” she sobbed back at him, “just don’t tease me. Fuck your prick up me all the way to my brains!” “Don’t worry, I will,” the boy grunted, smiling. He held onto the girl’s waist and fucked his cock fiercely into her cunt, hearing her shriek with pleasure as he began bouncing her up and ! down on his stiff cock like a rag doll. “Yes, that’s what I want!” Chris screamed as Jay’s big prick pounded up into her. Arching her back, she braced herself on his thighs, her huge tits jutting out enticingly and bobbing hotly. She could feel Jay’s fat cock fucking into her, slamming against her womb, and she was loving every minute of this wild depraved fuck. “That’s the way to fuck my pussy, honey! Fuck me to death!” The young blonde’s entire body was being jolted around as Jay drilled his cock relentlessly in and out of her steaming fuck-hole. She was screaming senselessly and squirming wildly on his prick. Jay had fucked many girls, but he couldn’t remember ever fucking one as hot and horny as Chris. “Take it, you little bitch!” Jay yelled, drilling his prick upwards and feeling the girl respond by slamming her pear-shaped ass down onto his loins. She was incredible, fucking back at him with just as much force as he was fucking into her. “T! ake my prick up your fucking cunt!” “I’ll take everything you’ve got, lover!” the hot girl gasped, feeling her juices creaming all around his fucking cock shaft. Her pussy muscles squeezed greedily at his stiff prick. Her pussy was hot and juicy and she could feel herself rushing headlong towards a tremendous orgasm. Unable to control himself any longer, Jay pounded his cock into the squirming girl with all the force he could muster. His long upward strokes almost knocked her off him as he fucked his long stiff prick up into her madly spasming cunt. “Mmmmmm, Jay!” Chris squealed with lust, her hot cunt juicing madly around his cock shaft. She writhed her pussy down on him and felt him squeeze her ass cheeks and probing at her shitter with a thick finger. “That’s it, honey! Fuck the living hell out of me!” Chris was being bounced all around on the couch now. Her delightfully heavy tits were bouncing and jiggling wildly as her juicy pussy! rode up and down on the boy’s throbbing cock. She humped at him faster and felt him pick up the tempo of his upward fuck-thrusts, slamming his cock into her juicy cunt hole furiously. “Harder, Jay, harder!” the girl cried. “I’m about to cream! Fuck me hard, you fucking bastard!” Chris’ nipples burned with desire and her cunt felt like it was on fire as she rode Jay’s hard cock through the most explosive orgasm she’d ever experienced. “Ooooooh, God … I’m cumming!” she yelled, writhing her ass down on his cock lance. She trembled from head to toe and contracted her cunt muscles tightly around Jay’s plunging prick as her climax consumed her. The pleasure in her pussy intensified when she suddenly felt the boy’s hot cum pumping into her madly creaming cunt. “Oh, yes! Fill me with your stuff! Shoot off inside me, honey. I love it … fuck me … fill me with spunk!” Jay groaned when his balls erupted, sending a huge geyser of steaming cum jetting up into Chris’ clutching pussy. He grabbed her hips and held the squirming girl still on his loins as his cock pumped wad after wad of sticky cum into her hot cunt. “I love your cum, baby!” Chris cried with delight, her body spasming around on Jay’s cum-spewing prick. “Keep shooting into me. I can feel you stuff all the way inside me, and I want every drop!” With his body twitching and jerking beneath the big-titted blonde, Jay continued firing his hot cum load into her wet pussy. Floods of his steaming white cum gushed into her cunt, clogging it with goo and squishing wetly back along the shaft of his hard prick. As Chris’ little pussy filled with jism, rivulets of it coated the boy’s prick and clung to it in long sticky loops each time she pulled up. When Jay’s cock finally stopped spurting, Chris collapsed heavily on top of him. She felt his wilting prick slip from her pussy, and an instant later a river of their combined fuck-juices gu! shed from, her pussy hole. The cool air soothed the girl’s aching cunt hole and it twitched involuntarily, as if trying to suck Jay’s cock back into it.

The Neighborhood Slut – Chapter 2

When Ted went to answer his door late the next afternoon, he secretly hoped it would be Tammy, back for another bout of lustful fucking. Instead of just his neighbor, however, he saw that she had brought another young girl with her. Something inside him told him he’d gone too far the day before and that now he was going to pay for it. “Hi, Ted,” Tammy greeted him cheerfully as the photographer let the two girls into his place. “I came by like you said I could, and I brought along my friend Chris. I told her about the pictures you took of me and she wants to model for you too, and stuff.” “And stuff? What do you mean?” the man asked, his anger rising. “I thought I told you not to tell anyone about this. It was just supposed to be between the two of us.” “Oh, don’t worry about Chris. She won’t tell anyone,” the girl said. “She’s just as horny as I am, and I figured you wouldn’t mind another hot pussy to fuck. Besides, she’s a virgin.”I may be a virgin–but I know all about fucking,” the other girl announced arrogantly. “And if what Tammy told me is true, about what a great lay you are, then I can’t wait to have you stick your cock into me and pop my cherry!” Ted was speechless as he listened to Tammy’s brazen companion. He wondered how a pretty girl like her, with such aggressiveness, had stayed a virgin for long. He thought of turning her down, but a stirring in his loins overpowered him and he knew he had to fuck this youngster. “Well, I’ll go along with the program if you two make sure no one else finds out about this–and I mean not one other single person.” The girls agreed not to spread their little secret, and a few minutes later Ted was setting up his lights to take pictures of Chris. “Are the photos you took of me done yet?” Tammy asked as she showed her friend some of Ted’s work. Ted pointed towards the other room and the stacked teenager quickly ran in to get them. “Take a look at these,” she told Chris when she returned with the pictures. She laid all the photographs out on the dining room table. “Oh, look how wide open your pussy is here” Chris said. As she gazed at the pictures, she could feel herself getting turned on and she could hardly wait until Ted was ready to take pictures of her naked young body. “I hope mine will look just as juicy.” “Okay, I’m ready to start shooting,” Ted announced finally. He directed Chris to the center of his studio, under the lights, and adjusted her hair a bit. “Now just take your clothes off slowly, kind of like a sexy stripper, while I take pictures.” The pretty honey-blonde smiled seductively and began unbuttoning her tight blouse. She heard Ted’s camera begin clicking when she pulled her blouse open, revealing her tits bulging out of the confines of her lacy white bra. Instinctively, she arched her back, thrusting her tits out towards the camera and dropped her top. Then, she bent over slightly, letting the full weight of her tits fall into the soft cups before unsnapping the bra in front and letting the two luscious tit spill free. They were perfectly round, and her nipples were a dark-rose color and stuck out hard and long like two fat thumbs. “You have an incredible pair of tits, Chris!” “Better than mine?” Tammy asked from behind him. When the photographer turned around, she thrust out her tits provocatively, making the large buds of her nipples poke the fabric of her thin T-shirt. “I refuse to answer that,” the man answered, eyeing the equally impressive tits of the other girl. “You both have fantastic tits.” Turning back to Chris, Ted continued taking pictures as she slid off her jeans and stepped out of her skimpy panties. When she was completely naked, he had her stand in several suggestive poses so he could get clear shots of her tits and pussy. As the young girl became more relaxed, he had her lie on the floor as he took shot after shot of her with her thighs spread wide, exposing the pink slash of her virgin pussy. “Watching you take pictures of Chris is making me awfully horny,” Tammy commented after a while. She was sitting on Ted’s couch with her legs apart, gently rubbing her hand along the crotch of her jeans. “If this keeps up, I’m going to have to play with myself.” “You go right ahead,” Ted replied, taking another shot of Chris with her ass arched high in the air and her gaping pussy angled back at the camera as if she were being fucked from behind. While Ted continued shooting, Tammy unzipped her pants and kicked off her tennis shoes. As she wormed her legs out of the tight pants and slid off her underwear, she rubbed her bushy pussy mound, feeling the first drops of her dewy cunt juice through the thick blondish hair. She squeezed her thighs together a bit to ease the sensations of pleasure she felt in her cunt and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits swung freely as she slouched on the couch and spread her legs wide apart. As she watched her friend move from one erotic pose to another, the horny young girl slipped her index finger into her moist pussy and swirled it around, stirring up the juices deep inside her fuck-hole. “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned as she began fucking her finger in and out of her horny cunt. When Ted noticed what Tammy was doing, he suggested Chris do the same thing while he took some more photographs of her. Without hesitating, the girl mimicked her friend, splaying her legs open and fucking her fingers deep into her own pussy. Ted took several pictures of the girl finger-fucking herself and had her change positions several times so he could get her from various angles. He finished the roll of film in his camera and then stood up and turned off the lights. His cock was aching and he couldn’t concentrate enough to take any more pictures of the sexy young girl. If he didn’t stick his prick into her hot young pussy and fuck her, he thought he would go out of his mind. “That’s enough pictures for now,” the man said, putting his camera aside. “Now it’s time for us to enjoy ourselves. How about if you and I take care of your virginity problem?” While the young girl watched, Ted removed his clothes and then joined her on the floor. Their mouths locked in a tongue-wallowing kiss. It took all of Ted’s willpower not to just ram his boner into the girl’s virgin pussy. Realizing it was her first time, he forced himself to take his time, caressing her soft body and making her feel at ease. Ted fondled her big tits and sucked passionately on her distended nipples, at the same time slipping his forefinger between the fleshy folds of her young cunt. He pumped his thick finger in and out several times, feeling her hot juices squishing out around his hand like warm cream. When he felt Chris humping her pussy up against his hand, he knew she was ready for her first fuck. Settling between Chris’ lewdly splayed legs, Ted forced them farther apart with his thighs. He grasped his cock shaft in one hand and slowly guided it up between the girl’s naked thighs and towards her juicy pussy. “Are you ready to be fucked?” Ted asked the young girl when he had nudged the bloated tip of his cock head between the puffy lips of her aroused pussy. He was rubbing his prick lightly up and down along the crack of her cunt and pressing its tip against her hardened clit to turn her on even more. “Do you want me to stick my cock into your pussy and fuck you now?” “Oooooh, yes, I’m so ready. I can hardly stand it,” the anxious girl replied, feeling Ted’s fat prick tickling her horny cunt lips. “Please shove your prick in me now and fuck me. Fuck me real good and pop my cherry!” “Yeah, stuff your rod up her hole and screw her to pieces, like you did me yesterday!” Tammy cried from the couch. She had moved closer to get a better view of her friend’s first fuck and was still finger-fucking herself gently. “I want to watch your prick reaming out her little pussy.” Ted pushed forward gently, feeling his swollen cock head slip partially into Chris’ tender pussy. He saw her grit her teeth and hesitated, not wanting to hurt the youngster. When she relaxed, he pushed again. At first Chris’ virgin pussy resisted his attempts at entry, but as he kept up his insistent pressure, he felt his huge mushroom-shaped prick head slip through her widely stretched cunt lips and fuck into the heated tunnel of her cunt. Chris screamed when she suddenly felt Ted’s hard cock fuck into her youthful pussy, filling her, cunt with hard prick meat for the first time. She waited for the searing pain she’d been told about so often, but it never really materialized–and within moments the girl was beginning to enjoy the stuffed feeling in her cunt. “Ohhhh, this feels kind of nice,” she said as she waited for her lover to start fucking her. “I’ve got your pecker in my pussy and you’re going to fuck me. I can’t wait. Do it to me! Fuck me now!” Once Ted’s big cock knob was in, his prick shaft slithered easily all the way up into the depths of Chris’ buttery fuck-hole. He felt her youthful cunt muscles clasp hotly around his swollen prick and was filled with pure ecstasy as her cunt squeezed his hotly throbbing cock. Crazed with burning lust, he began fucking his hard cock in and out of the girl’s warm pussy hole with long even strokes. “How does it feel?” Tammy asked her friend. “Do you like getting fucked?” “Oh, it’s fantastic–better than I thought!” Chris cried, writhing her overheated pussy up around the base of Ted’s thick shaft of cock meat. “I just can’t get enough. I think I could do this forever.” The feeling of Chris’ grasping cunt squeezing and sucking on his cock was driving Ted out of his mind. He’d rarely enjoyed such a delicious fuck in his life, and it took all of his control not to pump his cock into her pussy as hard and fast as he could. He desperately wanted to shoot his cum load into her juicy cunt up as the intense pleasure created by his long smooth fuck-strokes built to an almost unbearable level of ecstasy. “Oooooh, that’s so good,” Chris mewled, pressing her body up against Ted’s and mashing her tits against his chest. “My pussy feels all tingly and excited.” “That means you’re going to cum,” Tammy said, squirming her fingers deeper into her own sopping cunt. She’d been fingering herself in time to the couple’s frenzied fucking and as her companion neared her first real climax, the teenager fucked herself harder and faster so she could cream at the same time. “Slam your prick into her real hard, Ted, and make her cum! Give her the best orgasm ever!” “You bet I will,” Ted grunted, beginning to fuck his hard cock into the girl’s pussy with all his strength. He wasn’t quite ready to cum himself, but he punched his prick into her pussy viciously, intent on making her first fuck one she would never forget. “I’m gonna make your little pussy cum all over my big hard prick.” “Yes, that’s it. Fuck me harder, faster!  The young girl shrieked as her orgasm overtook her suddenly. She clutched at Ted tightly, locking her legs around his as she felt her pussy spasming convulsively around a man’s cock for the first time. Her pussy gushed out rivers of hot fuck-juice. “Oooooh, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she cried. Ted kept fucking Chris as she writhed and squirmed on the root of his hard prick. He heard the girl squeal with ecstasy and delight as wave after wave of wonderful rapture surged through her young body, washing her horny cunt with the best sensations of her first fuck. “Do you like it, honey? Are you enjoying your first real orgasm?” Ted asked as he fucked his cock deeply into the teenager’s cunt. “Yes … oh, yes! I love it so much!” the youth squealed with passion. “Keep fucking me oh … I want to fuck and cum forever! Don’t ever stop, ever!” As her orgasm enveloped her completely, Chris pulled her knees back until they touched her tits, offering the entire length of her pussy slit to the man’s pounding cock. The girls young mouth was hanging open and she uttered a string of senseless obscenities as her shiny hair flailed from side to side. Everything seemed to stop as the teenaged girl squirmed through her incredible orgasm and Ted’s prick filled her with pleasure. When she finally stopped bucking through her climax, Chris collapsed heavily beneath Ted and let her legs drop at his sides. She lay still, her eyes closed and her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She barely noticed when Ted pulled his still-hard prick from her soggy pussy and rolled off her sweaty body.

Birthday Sex

Finally the month was concluding and Micah’s birthday was here. Standing with her arms around him Debbie asked “what can I give you for your birthday?” She was wearing a light cotton see-through blouse. Braless her pink areolas and darker nipples were plainly visible.Shyly he looked down at her breasts and fidgeted not answering. Aroused, his erection pressed against her.  He was nervous and self-conscious, but finally found the courage to ask in a raspy voice, “Would you be my girlfriend?”  Moved by how she felt the moment Micah spoke thosewords, Debbie’s eyes began to water. “Do you mean the kind of girlfriend you love?” she asked emotion welling up in her now trembling voice.  Quickly seeing how Debbie was reacting Micah tried to run away saying, “I’m sorry Debbie. I know you are married.  Debbie pulled him to her laying kiss upon kiss over his face. Sniffling with tears running down her cheeks she said, “Oh Baby yes I want to be your girlfriend.”  Looking into her eyes Micah’s face relaxed from the torment he felt just seconds before. He hesitantly touched his lips to Debbie’s and she opened her mouth to him for the first time. Although inexperienced his kiss was passionate, long and loving. Micah carefully placed a hand over her breast and when Debbie didn’t object he gently squeezed. Breaking the kiss at last Debbie asked, “Tomorrow is your birthday, will you sleep with me tonight?”  Fear flashed across his face as he stammered “b-but?” “Jack doesn’t care,” she softly assured as she kissed him again and again. She removed her wedding ring saying, “I’m your girl now.  Debbie went to tell Alice the news. She was sure, no longer apprehensive. She had developed an emotional bond with Micah she in no way expected. She explained that he asked her to be his girlfriend and that she wanted him to spend the night with her. Alice’s face grew bright as she cried, “That is wonderful news. And what about Jack, does he still want this?” “Yes, in fact he is probably masturbating right now. I told him Micah was going to spend the night with me and he needed to move his things to the spare room. He could hardly contain himself. He got an erection the second I told him.”

That night Debbie dressed in a short red silk robe. Cuddled together on the couch, her legs intertwined with his I could see she wore nothing underneath. She kissed him lovingly, and tenderly stroking his face she whispered, “I’m in love with you Micah.” I could tell by her ragged breathing that Debbie was aroused. At this point I could feel my heart beating rapidly and the adrenalin in my veins increasing the level of my own nervousness. In the faint light the contrast between her and Micah was unbelievably striking. I could sense her passion growing, and smell her arousal. She untied her robe and smoothly slid it off her shoulders. Slipping her arms from the sleeves she lay naked next to him. I could see the swell of her hips and the silky texture of her skin. The heave of her chest betrayed her excitement. My heart was racing.  I watched his shaking hand touch her bare breast for the first time, squeezing and gently pinching. I could see her nipples harden under his fingers as he pulled them. He caressed her inner thigh slowly teasing a path to her most intimate feminine treasure. She arched and hung her head backward as his fingers pushed into her. Her hands were clenched into tight fists as she rembled in orgasm. Motionless, I felt a jolt of sexual energy surge through my body feeding my voyeur’s hunger. I was full of lust watching this boy touching my naked wife.  Burying his face against her soft breast his lips drew on a nipple. She could feel his tongue taunting her causing a quiver deep inside. His hand cupped her other breast, as his fingers teased the soft, delicate areola. With her fingers she lightly traced along his young lips nursing from her breast.  Micah lifted his face from her breast as his lips reluctantly let her nipple slip from between them. Her soft lips parted as she felt the electric thrill of his tongue touching hers. The kiss was tender, then demanding as he pressed his lips hungrily into her.  Debbie could feel the unmistakable hardness of Micah’s penis against her. Reaching into his pajamas she touched, then held him for the first time, unable to close her fingers around his surprising thickness. She looked at her bare ring finger and then toward Jack stroking his hardened cock. She searched his eyes for any misgiving, and saw none.  Opening her mouth she bowed her head to swallow Micah’s penis. She felt the soft skin slide across her tongue, the head probing deep into her throat. She pressed down until he was entirely in her, her lips stretched and jaws wide apart. His taste and scent fueled her passion. With her hand cupping his sack and squeezing lightly she worked her tongue moving her mouth up and down his stiff member.  Feeling the sensations deep within her womb, her clitoris hardened, she felt another orgasm coursethrough her body. She moaned in a throaty voice “I need you in me.”  Pulling him over her, with one hand Debbie guided his throbbing penis to her wet opening. The pressure of his cock at her sex increased as his engorged head slid slightly between her soaked lips. She arched her back to ease his entry. His as his thickening penis slid deeper and deeper into her, penetrating her. Her need to mate with this boy willed her to push against him until his young firm cock probed fully into her. The warmth of her pussy enveloped him as he claimed her for his own.  His shaft, glistening with her secretions slid in and out of her body, his hands fondling her soft white breasts, and his lips suckling upon her nipples. He made awkward, yet deliberate fucking motions into her, then out of her, then back in, stretching her and filling her. Her body rocked as he withdrew his hardness from within her. His muscles tensed as he drove harder back into her. She heaved her hips to meet  his thrusts.  She locked her legs tightly around her young lover as she dug her heels into his buttocks, pulling him deeper within her. He stiffened and moaned into her breast.  She felt his hot seed pierce her womb, her own orgasm rippling wave after wave through her body as she cried out “YES!” They lingered entwined together, exhausted in a loving embrace. And I, my lust momentarily sated, quietly murmured, “yes!”

Micah moved in as Debbie wished and he became her exclusive lover. Several months passed and one night as I lay silently listening to the sounds of their coupling, I thought of how this all started. My fantasy grew into obsession and lust dared the consequence. The proof was now in Debbie’s swollen belly, pregnant by a boy’s seed with his black baby.

Happy Birthday Chelsea

Man he’s gorgeous, she thought to herself as she peered across the mail room hoping she didn’t get caught. They graduated from the same high school last spring, in the same class of 580-something. But she knew he had no idea. But she knew. Everyone knew Brent Hawkins. Even if you didn’t go to any of the Baseball, football or basketball games. Jock, whore, asshole, she thought resentfully. She assumed he was an asshole, anyway. She knew he was a jock and was fairly sure he was a whore. Every weekend she could hear him watching porno flicks next door. Yeah, she lived right next door to this gorgeous man slut for two months and had he even noticed? Or said, “Welcome?” Or brought over a pie? Of course not. She almost laughed aloud at the thought of Brent Hawkins leading the welcoming party in the Westwood Apartment building.

Oh shit. He was coming her way. He half-smiled as he walked past her carrying his mail. She looked down at her own mail. Just some ads and a birthday card from her grandmother that was two days early. As usual.

“Happy Birthday,” she heard. Is someone talking to me?

“What?” Chelsea was stunned.

“It’s your birthday, isn’t it?” She just stared back. “Looks like a birthday card,” he said looking down at the big purple envelope.

“Oh, no. It’s actually Saturday. And thanks.” She blushed, hardly every making eye contact.

“Chelsea, right?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“You went to Broadmore, didn’t you?”

“Yeah!” He remembers me!

“Yeah, you were the chick that got caught T. P.ing the cheerleader’s locker room during the Homecoming pep rally.”

Oh. Of course he would have to know her because of that. “Yeah, and I also live right next door to you,” she said trying to change the subject.

“You do?” he exclaimed, obviously genuinely surprised. Talk about a major blow to your self-esteem.

“Um, yeah, 8B,” she said. What a pig. She’d been here for two months and he didn’t even notice?!

“I didn’t notice,” he said with a chuckle. She really shouldn’t be surprised. “Anyway, welcome to the building. See ya around.” He started jogging up the stairs before turning back and adding, “And if I don’t see ya Saturday, happy birthday.”

“Oh, thanks,” she called after him. Just as soon as he was out of sight, she jumped up and down in place with excitement. “Oh, my gosh,” she exclaimed quietly to herself. He is so hot! He is so sexy! He is so kind; somehow. Suddenly she calmed herself down when she realized that just because he said, ‘happy birthday’ to her didn’t mean that she had any more of a chance with him than she did before he had given her the time of day. What did she care anyway? He wasn’t her type! Sure, he is the hottest guy she’d ever seen but he’s a jock and she hated sports. And he was a whore. Probably. Thoughts of him banging some slut cheerleader flooded her imagination. She could see the sweat on his beautiful brow as he worked with such commitment to his task. His craft, most likely. Imagining him in a sexual tryst made her tremble. Why did she feel this way?

Chelsea made her way back to her apartment, making sure to give Brent plenty of time to get in his own apartment. She threw the mail on her bedside table and flopped down on her soft red comforter covered bed. She couldn’t get the thought of him grinding and slamming into some faceless girl out of her mind. It was making her hot. He probably knows everything about pleasing a girl. Before she knew it she was rubbing her chest through her fitted tee. She wished it was Saturday so she could hear Brent’s porno. Then, the thought of him masturbating crossed her mind and she closed her eyes and smiled. Does he do it naked? Does he do it fast or slow? Does he use a toy? Gosh, do they even make toys for guys?

She slid her hand up her shirt and under her bra. Chelsea loved tweaking and teasing her nipples which were now rock hard. That was her masturbation. She didn’t understand enough about her own sex organ but she did know that she loved her C cups.

The clock read 11:20 P.M. She had to work at the seed store at 8 on Fridays and decided she’d better get some rest. As the darkness overcame her, thoughts of Brent flickered through her mind.

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“Chelsea, stop squirming.” His voice was harsher than she thought it should be considering the circumstances.

“But it hurts!” she exclaimed as she tried to push him away.

Chelsea lay on her back, buck-naked, pleading with Brent who was pushing his hardness into her as his body lay on top of hers. He was too strong and held her down.

“Don’t you want me to teach you anything?” he said sharply. “I thought you were ready to loose your virginity, Chelsea.”

“I am. I love you, Brent.”

“Love?” Brent laughed as he drew away from her. Now he was fully dressed and she heard voices. Female. Laughter. She looked around. She was laying on her back on a bench in the vandalized cheerleader locker room. The entire squad pointed and laughed making jokes.

“But she loves you, Brent!” one of them shouted.

”She’s so wet she is dripping on the floor. Gross!”

~~~~~

What a pleasant sound, her alarm. Seven o’clock had never been so welcomed into her bedroom. Why had she dreamt those terrible things? She had no desire for Brent Hawkins to be the one to deflower her. Well, maybe not ‘no desire.’ It didn’t matter. She needed to get him off her mind fast. Why had he become such a presence in her mind now? She didn’t care at all in high school. She had never given him a second thought before they talked. Ah, that was it, she knew. They had talked. Now she actually has made contact. And enjoyed it. Enjoyed him. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. Yeah, she could see herself with him.

What? Come on! Stop it, Chelsea. Get a grip, Brent would never be interested. You’re not into sports, makeup, or sleeping around.

Chelsea never thought herself to be beautiful. She was cute for sure, even without the war paint as she called it. Healthy build and average height. She liked having meat on her bones. The sight of ribs on a girl made her nauseous. And knowing that that fits into modern society’s definition of beauty only pissed her off. Yeah, that’s why she vandalized the locker room.

Locking the door behind her, she turned, astonished and embarrassed at the sight of Brent standing feet from her. His cute curly blond hair wet. Sweat pouring from his brow and cascading down either side of his shirt. He stood there breathing heavily and heavenly. She couldn’t help but pass her eyes over his firm body.

“Hey,” he said as he panted with his hands clenching his hips.

“What are you doing?” She didn’t know what else to say. She was still alarmed.

“Morning run. Feels great,” he managed to get out between his heavy pants. “You should try it.”

Her brow furrowed and her jaw dropped in disgust at the way he had insulted her. I’m right! He is an asshole!

“Whoa, girl. I mean, you should run sometime. It’s good for your heart, helps you clear your mind,” he stated trying to ease the tension.

How embarrassing. Surely she was blushing now.

“Oh, sorry. Of course that’s what you meant. But I don’t know. It’s kind of boring to me,” she said trying to regain some sort of composure in the conversation.

“Wouldn’t be boring if I was there. Or is that what would make it so boring?” He chuckled.

“Oh, no! No, I didn’t mean, I mean, I didn’t know you were talking about…”

“I usually leave at around 7. Anytime you want to join me, you’re welcome to.

Are you kidding me? “Alright, thanks. Sounds good.”

Brent walked past her without saying another word and slipped the key into his door unlocking it.

“Oh, and if I don’t see you tomorrow, happy birthday.” He flung his shirt off in one swift motion revealing his gorgeously toned body. Not too muscular, but just how she liked it.

“Thanks,” she managed to say before he closed to door behind him.
She wasn’t sure why she set her alarm so early. Six am interrupted her slumber as annoyingly as she had imagined that it would. Ah, but remembering why she was up so early on a Saturday morning woke her from her haze. Brent. Run. Body. Such a sexy body. She had to see it again. She showered and shaved her legs and everything. She donned her gym clothes from her senior gym class. Not too nerdy but it was all she had. Chelsea looked at herself in the mirror. Straight, jet black hair pulled back in a pony tail. Amazing green eyes that she got from her mother. She wasn’t entirely happy with her round face. She thought it made her look younger than she was.

She was ready. She decided to wait until 6:55 to go into the hallway. No Brent. She sat and waited at least ten minutes.

It wouldn’t hurt to knock, right? Either he left early or he’s almost ready. Either way, no harm done.

Making sure to knock hard enough the first time, she hammered at the door. No answer. What am I doing? Chelsea felt stupid. She probably looked desperate. “I’m out,” she said under her breath. Just then the door to 8A opened slowly. She froze.

“Who is it?” she heard a sleepy grumble.

“It’s Chelsea. It’s 7:10.”

The door opened for her to find a tall thin guy standing dazed in pajama pants and a wife-beater. “Who?”

Startled, she re focused and said, “I’m here to see Brent.”

“Oh,” he grumbled. “He’s in his room. Come on in.” Slightly relieved and bewildered, she followed him in. He flew to the couch and got ready to reenter his sleep.

Chelsea crept to the bedroom. The door was half way opened so she walked in. Why was he still asleep? Did she look at her watch wrong? No. Confused, she glanced around the room as if might find the answer to this riddle on plastered on the wall. Books, computer, more books, a desk. Jock, whore (supposedly) and nerd?

Her concentration was broken when she heard him stir. The only thing she could think to do was flee
. “Chelsea?!” a groggy voice halted her escape. “What are you doing here?”

She wasn’t sure if she remembered how to speak. Even if she did, what would she say?

“What time is it?” he said, looking around.

“7:10,” she stammered.

“And what’s going on?”

“You invited me to run.” Chelsea spoke before she could allow the panic to hinder her again.

Brent closed his eyes and threw his head back into his pillow. “Come here,” he said. She hesitated but complied. “Today is Saturday?” She nodded and he sat up allowing the thin blanket and sheet to fall to his waist. As hard as she tried not to, she found herself admiring his body again. A quick glance at his lap proved what she’d heard about guys when they first woke up in the morning. There was a significant raise under the covers and she knew she’d just die if he caught her looking.

“I stay up late on Saturdays, so Saturday and Sunday I sleep in late. I should have told you. I’m sorry,” he said in a half-trance state. “Shit.”

This is officially the worst day of my life, she thought. I am so stupid!

“Damn, you’re all dressed and everything.”

“I’m really sorry,” she mumbled as she turned toward the door, her entire body engulfed in humility.

“Hang on, wait.” His hand clamped around her wrist and he pulled her around as gently as he could. “It’s my fault. I’ll make it up to you. I feel really bad.”

She was about to burst into tears and he could probably tell. “Listen, Chelsea, do you have anything going on tonight?”

She shook her head no.

“Why don’t I take you to dinner?”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. Call it an apology/birthday dinner.”

She simply stood there, out of body, trying to process the entire situation.

“But if you don’t want to, that’s fine, too,” he said, confused as to why she was acting so strange.

With that Chelsea snapped back to reality and answered, “Oh, no. That’s fine. I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

No! Don’t say it like that, you twit!

“I didn’t mean, like, I’d love to go to dinner with you. I meant, like, that is a good way to … whatever.” Stop before you make it worse! “Okay, I’m gone,” she said quickly, longing for the exit. I am such a fucking idiot, she cursed herself looking down at her dirty tennis shoes and walking out the door of Brent’s room.

“So, tonight then?”

She stopped short, surprised that he was serious. She’s practically drooling on his floor and acting like a middle school girl and he acts like he doesn’t even notice. “Seriously?” she asked.

“It’s whatever, dude. If you got a boyfriend that’ll get all pissed off, I get it, ya know. It’s whatever,” he said still sitting up in his bed.

“No, it’s not that. I was just kinda surprised is all.”

“And your boyfriend won’t care?”

“No. Well, I don’t have one.”

“Uh huh. Well, I know where you live. I’ll come over later. I’m going back to sleep.” Brent talked to her as if they really know each other. And they really don’t knew each other very well at all. How can he be so confident when she’s so nervous?

“Okay, later,” she said and left without another word. She closed the door to her bedroom she screamed. She was going to dinner with Brent Hawkins? Her initial reaction was of disbelief and excitement. Eventually, her negative side got its say. So what? He’s not your type and you’re definitely not his. Just enjoy the free meal and get over it.

Chelsea ripped her clothes off and jumped into bed naked. She wanted to touch herself while she thought about her “date” with Brent later. She held her breast in her hands, rubbing the sensitive underside. This felt so good to her. Chelsea imagined Brent touching her here. Ooh… and kissing here there, suckling her tender nipples. Her hands squeezed her breasts. Out of nowhere she felt a pleasant tingle between her legs. Perhaps this would be a good time to explore this sensation. She slid her hand down her soft tummy to her bush. She spread her legs wide and slid a finger between her untrimmed lips. It felt okay. She wasn’t sure what the big deal was with masturbation. However, she wasn’t ready to give up on it. She circled her fingers around some more finding her hole. It was moist here. Chelsea wet her first two fingers with her juices and spread it over her entire vulva. And again. And again until her whole pussy was covered in her lubricant. This is starting to feel good. What if Brent would touch her like this? The thought sent tiny shock waves through her body starting at her clit. With a probing finger, she found the source of this amazing sensation. She liked this. She rubbed this area for a little while. It was feeling better and better with every stroke, she discovered. Chelsea found herself speeding up, unable to stop, not wanting to move from this one little spot. Squirming and moaning now, she rubbed harder and faster. Am I going to have an orgasm like this?

Chelsea pictured Brent making her feel this way. With his hands. Or maybe with his tongue? Imagining the strong and sexy Brent Hawkins with his head between her legs sent her over the edge into her first orgasm. Her entire body stiffened as she caught her breath. She rode through it bucking her hips and clenching her hand between her legs. She rubbed it a little bit more but found it way too sensitive now. Wow, she was sweating. It was time for another shower but this time she was going to take care of all this hair surrounding her newly discovered play thing.

So, that’s what masturbation is all about! What took me so long to try this? She giggled as she headed to her bathroom.

She stayed home all day obsessing about the evening ahead of her. Where would they go? What should she wear? When was he coming over? What do they talk about? Don’t make a fool of yourself!

She couldn’t leave in case he came by. Knots began to form in her stomach. She obsessed until she made herself sick. Then she decided she should eat a little bit since she had forgotten to all day.

********

“Dude, you don’t have anybody to screw tonight, man!”

What the hell? The voice came from the hall just beyond her front door. She ran over and peered through the peep hole. There stood Brent and his friend, the tall lanky guy, talking in the hall. “You’ve gotten laid every Saturday night since like, February or some shit.”

Oh my god, that wasn’t a porno, it was him!

“Dude, shut up. I had to break up with her. I’m tired of just seeing her on the weekend. It’s bull shit. Not worth it.”

“No pussy tonight, bro,” Clay said.

“You don’t know that, dude.”

“You going’ to the club after your little fling with that weird girl?”

“I might and so what if she’s weird? I think she’s cute.”

“Bro, seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. She is cute. Anyway, don’t worry about my dick. When the hell’s the last time you got laid?”

“I’m waiting for the attractive ones, man,” he teased, laughing proudly at his low blow.

“Dude, man, she’s fuckin’ cute as hell. And maybe she has a brain. And I didn’t ever say I’d fuck her anyway,” Brent exclaimed.

“She is fatter than Danica, man,” the tall guy said.

“Clay, the fucking skeleton in Ms. Hendley’s bio class was fatter than Danica,” Brent scoffed.

So, I’m cute and fat? I’m cute?! I’m fat?! She wasn’t sure if she should be happy or devastated hearing this.

“Aren’t you going to go talk to her?”

“Danica?”

“No, the weirdo.”

“Yeah, in a few minutes.”

“Where you gonna take her?”

“Hell, I hadn’t really thought about it since I woke up; the second time.”

“Dude, when she opened the door, I almost told her she had the wrong apartment,” he said laughing. “Clay, man.”

“She wasn’t even wearing make-up.”

“And? Maybe she’s confident enough that she doesn’t think she has to.”

“She should look into it, that’s all I’m saying.”

“Girls don’t have to look like a $5 hooker to be pretty, dude.”

“I like hookers,” Clay joked.

“Yeah, just like your dad liked your mom,” Brent added cleverly.

“You suck!” Clay exclaimed.

“Just nipples and clits, dude,” Brent retorted making Chelsea smile.

“Whatever. I think you’re phone’s ringing.”

********

Twenty minutes later a knock came on her door. It was Brent. She opened the door enough to stick her head out. (He could see her “cute” face but not her “fat” body.)

“Hi.”

“Hey, Chelsea, there’s kinda been a change of plans for tonight. I was wanting to take you to get some Chinese or but my dad called and wanted me to meet him for dinner tonight at 7:30 at Juliard’s.”

Figures. I obsessed and made myself sick for nothing, she thought. Juliard’s is a really expensive place, no wonder he chose to go with his dad.

“So, you have a dress you can wear, right?”

“What’s that?” she asked with two raised eyebrows.

“It’s a really nice joint. The ladies usually wear a dress,” he explained. “I can get him to cancel if you don’t, and we’ll just go somewhere a bit more chill.”

“No, I’ve got something. That’s fine, yeah.”

“Okay, good. Well, I’ll pick you up at 7 then.”

“Okay,” she stammered. “Okay.” It’s all she could say.

“Later.”

“Okay.”

She had three hours until 7. What was she thinking? She didn’t have a dress! Chelsea ran to get her purse and darted out the door. She was headed for the mall.

Her favorite store had a little black sweetheart topped dress with a ruffly bottom on sale in her size. Perfect. It hit her just above the knee and it wasn’t too dressy. She was however worried about it not having any straps. Before she left the mall she picked up some shoes and she decided she’d buy some powder, mascara, nail polish, and some clear lip gloss. Sell out, she called herself in her head. All this money on a new outfit and make-up for a date with a guy she’ll never end up with. Whatever. It’ll be a good experience and some free food from and awesome restaurant. Besides, she was always a little curious about make-up.

At home she waited until the very last to don her new dress so she didn’t get it wrinkled or get makeup on it.

Five minutes before 7 there was a knock on the door. She knew who it was but she ran to check through the peep hole anyway. “Just a minute,” she called through the door.

Chelsea threw on her dress and froze, mortified. She couldn’t zip up her own dress. She had to ask the dressing room attendant at the store to help her. What was she going to do?

Slowly she opened the door. Brent was leaning against the banister a few feet from her door. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“Um, unfortunately, yes. I need a favor and this is really embarrassing. Please don’t laugh.”

“What is it?” he inquired walking closer. Brent tried to push the door open but it was held closed. She sighed.

“I can’t zip up my dress,” she said softly.

“Well, I can’t help you if you don’t let me in,” he replied teasingly and maybe a little bit flirty. He pushed the door open and found her clutching desperately to the long zipper that started just above her panty line. “Oh, one of those zippers,” he noted.

“Yeah.” Chelsea reluctantly let go other dress to expose her nude back. The dress had build in cups so she wasn’t even wearing a bra. If it wasn’t as tight fitting as it was, she could have slipped it over her head.

Brent studied her naked back. He grasped this zipper in his fingers and pulled until it stopped after only about two inches. “It’s a tight dress, you might want to inhale.” He dare not say, “suck in.” She complied. He placed his hand on the small of her back at the base of the zipper. She all but trembled at his touch. Again he began zipping up her dress keeping his hand on her lower back. When he reached the top, his hand slid to her hip as he pulled her hair back over her shoulder so that it was behind her again.

“Thanks,” she said softly. “Let me grab my purse.” She walked over to where her purse was, took one look at the black and white checkered messenger bag and changed her mind. “Never mind, I’m ready.”

“You look nice. The dress is hot,” he said causing Chelsea to blush.

“Thank you.”

Chelsea had never been to Juliard’s before. It was beautiful. The trip over was quiet except for when Brent broke the silence one time and said, “It looks good on you.”

“The dress?”

“The makeup.” He paused and continued after not receiving a response. “You looked great without it but it looks really nice.”

“Thank you,” she said shyly, almost inaudibly.

Chelsea couldn’t stop looking at him. He looked amazing. White button-up shirt and a black pin striped blazer. So hot!

The maitre d’ seemed to have been expecting them and led them to Brent’s father’s table.

“Howard Hawkins. You must be Danica.”

“No, dad,” Brent interjected. “This is Chelsea. I’m not seeing Danica anymore.”

“Oh. Alright then. Pleasure to meet you, Chelsea. Sorry about that. Have a seat and we’ll order.”

Chelsea found herself well entertained by Brent and Howard Hawkins. As it turned out, Howard owned many of the businesses in the city including Juliard’s and her apartment building. That’s why Brent lived there. Clay also lived in the building, she discovered.

The trio carried on for a couple of hours laughing, enjoying fine food and fine company.

It was nearing 10 o’clock and Brent’s father decided it was time to conclude the evening.

“Chelsea, it was a pleasure. Thank you for your company.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hawkins for the lovely dinner.”

********************

As they climbed the stairs to their apartments, laughing and talking, Chelsea felt butterflies as she began to think about if he was going to try to kiss her or not.

“So, you’re gonna come in and chill a while, right? Don’t worry, my friend’s at his own apartment for a change.”

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s getting late,” she replied instinctively.

“It’s like, ten. Come in. You can leave if you get sleepy. I’ve got some beer. We could watch a movie, I dunno.”

Chelsea hesitated.

“Well, if you don’t, I won’t help you with your zipper.” They both smiled big and she walked over to his door. “Cool,” he said.

Whoa. This is getting really weird. This morning she was masturbating to the thought of him, now tonight she’s going to spend time with him in his apartment. She had decided that while he was surely not the type of guy that she’d usually go for, she was starting to really like Brent. She had so much fun and loved his witty character.

“You want a drink?” he asked as he walked to the kitchen.

“Sure,” she said. “What have you got?”

“Screwdrivers? Or beer? Or Tequila Sunrise, perhaps?” he wooed.

“Screwdriver sounds good.” Chelsea wasn’t much of a drinker, herself. She had a glass of Mr Hawkins’s expensive wine at the restaurant. The only reason she drank it all is because she didn’t want to be rude and waste it. Brent had a few drinks as well. I guess you can get drinks for anyone you want when you own the restaurant.

Brent brought back the drinks and handed her one. It was strong, but it was tolerable.

“So what did the farmer say when he found the brown cow and the brown chicken in the barn making out?”

She cut him a bewildered eye. “What?”

“Brown-chicken-brown-cow,” he said quickly and laughed.

Chelsea didn’t laugh. She just smiled back at him.

“Like bow chicka bow wow. Brown-chicken-brown-cow,” he explained.

“No, I get it. I just didn’t think it was that amusing.” Brent looked disappointed that it didn’t go over as well as he had liked. “It was cute, okay? It was cute.”

“You’re cute,” he replied. Chelsea looked away uncomfortably and he could sense it. It seemed to excite him. “Actually, you look beautiful tonight.”

“Anyway, your dad is really friendly for a land lord,” she said, desperate to change the subject.

“I’m serious, Chelse. You’ve got the prettiest eyes I think I’ve ever seen,” he said. “Chelsea, look at me.” He giggled at her shyness and sat back and took a drink. “You’re so silly, Chelsea.”

“What do you mean ‘silly’? You’re just trying to embarrass me,” she said scowling at him.

“You’re not drinking your screwdriver.”

“I’m not in a hurry, Brent. I don’t have to guzzle it down like you are.”

“You couldn’t anyway,” he teased.

“I could if I wanted to.”

“Nah,” he said as he sat back in his chair; trying to seem dead-set on his accusation.

“Yes, I could.”

“Do it.”

“You wish. I’m not falling for that little mind trick,” she said.

“Not trying to trick you, Chelse. I’ve just never seen a woman really own her alcohol. Own it. You dainty little girls always sip your little fruity pussy drinks and…”

Chelsea stood up, grasped her tall glass in her hand and started chugging. She drank half the glass and made a grimace and took a breath.

Shocked and excited Brent started rooting her on. She finished off her glass and sat back down.

“Impressive. Would you like another?”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Only giving you options.”

“I’m fine. I’m starting to feel this one and I’m sure it’s only going to get worse-I mean, better,” she joked.

Brent finished his drink off and moved closer to her. “So, did you have fun tonight?” he asked softly.

Chelsea smiled. “Yeah, of course.”

“Cool. Me, too. Dinner was good, huh?” he said even softer, keeping eye contact.

“Yeah. Thanks for bringing me. I really enjoyed everything.” She was trying so hard not to look him in the eyes. His gaze was so intense she couldn’t handle it. Why was he looking at her this way? It was almost scary. Was he drunk? She didn’t think so.

“Chelsea, I need to let you know something. You’ve probably been wondering, too. I have a rule that I go by about kissing on the first date.”

“Oh, is that right? And this was a first date?”

“Yeah, of course. I know my dad was there but it still counts because you’re at my house half drunk.”

“I thought it was just an apology/birthday dinner.”

“Well, yeah, but I just called it that to get you to go on a date with me.”

“You think you had to trick me?”

“Are you saying it would have been easy to get you to go out with me?” Brent smiled. His eyes danced all over her. She could feel them searing her flesh.

“I just meant…” she started, being careful with her choice of words. “Why did you think that you couldn’t get a girl like me to go on a date with you? You’re Brent Hawkins.”

“What do you mean ‘a girl like you’?”

“Forget it.”

“No,” he said seriously. “Are you trying to say that you’re not good enough for me? That’s crap. All ya need is to get along great, which we seem to, and be attracted to each other, right?”

“Well, I guess so.”

“So?”

Oh, how badly she wanted to just leave. She just wanted to escape this extremely uncomfortable situation. But at the same time, she was finding herself attracted to this flirtatious side of him. “So what?” As if she didn’t know what he meant.

“So, do you think I’m attractive?”

“Well, you’re not really my type,” Chelsea confessed.

“You’re not mine either,” he said totally surprising her. “But I still find you very attractive.” She blushed wildly and uncomfortably. “So?”

“Brent, stop,” she said softly, nearly shaking with nervousness; her stomach filled with butterflies.

“Do you want to kiss me?” he asked.

“Oh, what about your rule about not kissing on the first date?”

“I said I had a rule about kissing on the first date. I didn’t say what that rule was.” She looked confused. “My rule is that I have to kiss the girl if we had a good time. But I have to…” He leaned close to her, inches from her face and stopped, “…ask for permission.” Her breath quickened. “Well?” he whispered.

Chelsea was quickly becoming overwhelmed. Her mind starting to become numb, she closed her eyes and exhaled letting out a tiny whimper. That was all the response he needed. Brent wet his lips and moved in. He was pleasantly surprised at how welcoming her mouth was. His tongue moved past her soft lips with ease and they kissed for several moments. He could tell she was holding back, so he broke the kiss gently.

“Why are you so shy?” he asked planting tender kisses on her right cheek.

She sighed heavily, her mind still racing. “Relax,” he whispered. “You taste so sweet. Kiss me back, baby.”

Brent slid his right hand across her face and guided her lips to meet his. The combination of his words and touches sent her reeling. She wanted to kiss him. She loved kissing him. He was so gentle and loving. With her new found inspiration she kissed him back-hard. She felt his other hand cradle the back of her head as the kiss got more heated. His right hand slid down her neck and to her shoulder. He began to caress the skin above her neckline of her sweetheart top. Gently grazing the tops of her breasts to her neck and back again.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you woke me up this morning,” he said smiling, “when I saw you staring at my chest.”

She didn’t know he had noticed.

“And ever since I zipped up your dress, I’ve wanted to unzip it and do this.” With a quick fluid motion his hand that had been wandering sunk into the top of her dress, pushing it down and groped her left breast. Chelsea jerked herself backwards but he kept his grip, keeping himself close to her, trying to keep her calm.

“Shh. You wanted me to.”

“Please, stop,” she whined.

“Chelsea, you want this. Listen to your body. It wants to be touched,” he whispered.

“No,” she replied only half as assertively as she had planned.

“Shh. It feels good, doesn’t it, Chelsea?” He denied her the opportunity to reply and kissed her mouth deeply. He skillfully kneaded and massaged her breast with his patient hand; gently rolling her now stiff nipple between his fingers. It took her a moment to kiss him back but she felt the heat stirring up inside of her more intensely now.

As if waiting for approval, when she began kissing him back, his left hand slowly found her zipper and began pulling it down.

“What are you doing?” she asked moderately alarmed.

“What you want me to do,” he teased as he nibbled on her ear sending chills down her spine.

“I never told you that.”

“Oh, yes you did.” Finally the zipper reached the bottom and he slipped the dress down to her waist.

Shamefully, she covered up with her arms, “Don’t look,” she whimpered.

“Why not?” He tried not to laugh at how silly she was being. “Seeing is half the fun.”

Chelsea just looked away ashamed. “I don’t like it,” she whispered.

“What, your body?” he asked. “Are you kidding me? Well, it’s a good thing I do.” He placed his hand on her cheek and moved her face to look at him. “Come on. I want to see.” He passed his fingers through her hair. “Open up to me, Chelsea. Relax. Let me see.” He put his hands on her crossed arms coaxing her to reveal herself to him. Eventually she gave in and let her arms fall to her side revealing her ample breasts. She studied his face and reaction intently. He caressed her with his eyes and then with his hands, encircling her globes causing her to close her eyes and bite her bottom lip. He had no idea how sensitive her breasts were. This was heaven.

Suddenly he stopped. Upon opening her eyes she saw him taking his own shirt off. This had gotten really intense really fast.

His eyes were fixed upon her own, rendering her immobile. Brent tossed his shirt aside and moved closer to her, keeping his eyes on her reactions as he glided his hands across her breasts. He watched her chest heave as her breath became heavier.

Brent pressed his lips to her ear. “It’s okay to touch me back.” He kissed her neck and made his way to her breasts. Kissing, sucking, and licking. This felt even better than she had imagined. She could no longer help herself and placed her hands on his modestly muscular back, encouraging him to continue.

“Oh, god,” she whimpered involuntarily.

“I told you that you wanted it,” he said, meeting her eyes again. “And I think I know what else you want.” Brent placed his hands on her knees and moved them up under her dress to her hips.

“No. No. You can’t. I can’t go any further. Please!” she exclaimed.

“Chelsea, Chelsea, you’re acting like a virgin, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.” For some reason, she didn’t want to tell him that she was a virgin. “How about a compromise? I’ll ask your body what it wants. If it doesn’t want me, I’ll stop. Deal?” Confused as she was, she nodded in compliance. She felt his hand at her crotch, touching her at her most private of parts. She felt his fingers pull her panties aside and touch her where she touched herself that morning. Except it felt so much better when he did it. “Chelsea, you are so fucking wet, baby,” he said in a husky and lustful voice. She trembled with fear and embarrassment. “You know what that means?” He picked her up in his arms and carried her off into his bedroom.

“What are you doing?” she yelled.

Lying her down, he stroked her hair before he removed her shoes. “Take off your dress, Chelsea.”

“I can’t,” she said, nearly sobbing. Why wasn’t she doing more to stop him? Without a moments hesitations Brent grabbed hold of her dress and slipped it down her legs and dropped it on the floor. Chelsea laid there on his bed in nothing but a pair of black bikini panties. Her legs twisted, trying to hide her nakedness in vain.

She felt him lay next to her, cradling her, spooning her in his arms, stroking the length of her body. “Why are you trembling?”

“I’m scared,” she managed to say without bursting into tears.

“Chelsea, why are you scared? Don’t you trust me? Don’t you know that I will take good care of you? Don’t you know that I would never hurt you? I just want to make you feel good.”

“I know,” she said feeling strangely comforted. “But… I’ve never… you know… been with a man before.”

*Brent’s POV*

Brent lay behind her stunned and silent. He wasn’t sure what to think or what to say. He felt bad initially for being so forceful with her. But the more he thought about it, he reminded himself: she did want him. She was responding positively toward him until now. It’s not like he’s holding her down. She wants it, he convinced himself. And she wants me to give it to her first. She just isn’t completely convinced.

A renewed sense of arousal grew in him. He was going to enjoy this more than he thought. He’d never taken a girl’s virginity before. He knew that this was going to have to be love making, not sex. And he was going to have to make love to her mind just as much as to her body to make this the unforgettable evening that she deserves. It was going to be a long, emotional, fucking amazing night.

His prolonged silence frightened her. “I’m a virgin,” she reiterated.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said lovingly. “If you want, and only if you want, we can keep going. We won’t do anything that you aren’t comfortable with. I want you to love this experience and I want to be the one that carries you through it. I want you to trust me with that responsibility.”

He could feel her relaxing in his arms. She was still scared though. He could see the agony in her face as she sorted out things in her mind. Afraid she’d choose to go home, he decided it was time to set his seduction plan into motion.

“Look at me, Chelsea,” he said pulling her down to lay flat on her back. She covered her breasts with one arm.” I want to help you get comfortable. How about a massage? It will help you relax and feel better about me touching your body.”

Chelsea nodded. “And if you have any doubts about the beauty of your body, you can trust that it is very beautiful.” Her entire body became flush. “Your heart and mind got me very, very turned on to you tonight and after seeing you like this, I’m awestruck. I’m so incredibly aroused just looking at you.” She scoffed and turned her head. “I’m serious, Chelse.”

“What about your ex-girlfriend Danica? I’m bigger than her.”

“Fuck Danica. I don’t give a damn about Danica. So what if you’re thicker than she is?” Chelsea was startled by his anger. “I’m not comparing you to her. You’re not Danica. Thank God, too. I don’t want you to look like her. I want you to look like this. I love this. Why can you just…” Brent’s ranting was cut short when Chelsea sat up and flung her arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t yell at me anymore,” she said close to tears.

“Come here.” Brent positioned Chelsea so that she was on her knees sitting straight up and he did the same. Their bodies matching legs to legs, torso to torso, face to face. “Relax. I want you to feel your heart beat and try to feel mine.” She complied. “Feel me breathe and breathe with me.” They were so close it was incredible. As if they were one being living off the same breath and the same blood supply. She had never felt so close to anyone. It was very relaxing and extraordinarily arousing to her. He wrapped his arms around her and moved his fingertips over her back giving her goosebumps. It had relaxed her just as he hoped it would.

“How did you learn that?”

“It’s like a tantric sex exercise.”

Sex. It must sound so foreign to her. “I like it.” Chelsea rested her head on his shoulder and held him tighter.

After a few more minutes Brent spoke. “Do you feel better?”

“Yeah.”

“Lay on your stomach.” She did.

He moved his hands to her shoulders and began his massage. He moved down her back and arms, across her ass and down her legs and lingered at her feet for a while. “Roll over,” he said simply and she did, covering her breasts at first but then slowly slid her arms to her sides. He smiled at this. It’s working. All he wanted to do was fuck her brains out but he knew she needed and deserved this. He gently caressed her stomach and moved to her breasts kneading and massaging. He could tell it was arousing her which made him even hornier. He moved to her thighs. So smooth. “Does this feel good?”

She nodded. Brent slid his thumbs under either side of her panties and started pulling them down. Her eyes opened and watched him cautiously and slowly pull them down past her hips and past her freshly shaven pussy.

His eyes drank in the sight of her bare flesh and his cock grew harder in his pants. “You shave?”

“This morning. I’d never done it before. You don’t like it?”

“I’m surprised, but in a very very good way.”

Brent passed his hand down her belly to her mound. He cupped her there and reveled in her warmth and wetness. “No one’s ever touched you here before?” he said tenderly.

“No,” she replied.

He was throbbing now. He wanted her so bad. Brent lay next to her on his side and kissed her as he held her soft flesh in his hand. He moved a finger between her lips and it sunk into her wetness. She gasped into his kiss.

He felt her open her legs to him which surprised him. His fingers slid up and down her sex and she moaned into his mouth as he kissed her. He wanted to eat her out but he knew he should ask her first. But how?

“I want to…” Is there a polite way to put it? “I want to… kiss you here,” he finally said, studying her reaction. She didn’t respond. “You will enjoy this. Do you trust me?”

She nodded. Brent slid down her torso planting kisses on her virgin flesh as he made his decent. He propped himself up between her legs and pulled one leg over his shoulder. He was so excited. He wanted to see her reaction to his first lick but she had her eyes closed. She must be terribly nervous. I have to make this long and agonizingly pleasurable.

Brent spent some time kissing and teasing her thighs before he moved in on his target. With great anticipation and patience, he parted her plump, freshly shaven lips with his tongue and Chelsea gasped. He moved his tongue up and down her slick folds, growing more aroused himself knowing he was her first.

Chelsea’s hands grasped helplessly at the bed covers and writhed in ecstasy at this new and amazing sensation.

Chelsea’s reactions had him hard as a rock. He hadn’t expected her to be so vocal but she was moaning and gasping so beautifully. It’s time to speed up. He began focusing more attention on her little bud and began to hum in his mouth to cause a tiny vibration for her. Chelsea was grinding her hips against his mouth telling him it was almost time. Finally after a minute of torture, he bore down and lapped at her feverishly sending her into an orgasmic fit of screaming and involuntary hip bucking.

Yeah, I was her first, he thought with a feeling of great accomplishment. He looked up at her with a sly grin and she turned her head and closed her eyes still panting heavily. She almost looked embarrassed that she had reacted that way. Brent knew he couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have her backing out now. He had to have more of that gorgeous pussy.

He lay gently at her side. A sheer layer of sweat made her body glisten. “That was pretty intense, huh?”

She didn’t respond, obviously uncomfortable.

“Look at me,” he said turning her head to face him. “Don’t be embarrassed, Chelsea. You were so incredibly sexy. You are so fucking hot in the heat.” He made her smile shyly.

“Whatever,” she said under her breath.

“No, really, Chelse. That was so hot and you are so beautiful,” he said softly.

She finally opened her eyes to him to see his dreamy gaze. After seeing this love stoned look in his eyes she grabbed at him and kissed him passionately. Brent could tell that she didn’t get compliments like that very often.

Being sure not to break their kiss, he carefully climbed on top of her, kneading her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She reacted to this by clenching him more desperately. He had found her weakness. Brent moved down to her chest and began to feast on her sweet and salty lumps, licking the sensitive underside to her nipples and back again. She had gorgeous tits. Much more appetizing that the A’s he was used to.

Enough Hors d’œuvres, he thought, It’s time for the main course. She ought to be good and ready now. He pulled away and stood at the side of the bed. He wanted her to have the pleasure of discovering his cock. “Come here.”

Timidly she sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. “I want to show you how my body reacts to you.”

Chelsea’s eyes widened. She’s so hot sitting there glowing and innocent, he thought. Her green eyes glimmer like emeralds.

His arousal was apparent through his pants and she seemed mesmerized by it. Brent took her hand and placed it at his waistband silently urging her to undress him.

Slowly and curiously Chelsea unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them hit the floor. Boxer briefs. She had to lift the elastic band away from his body to pass over his manhood.

When his underwear joined his pants on the floor he stepped out of them and studied Chelsea’s face.

He could tell she had no idea what to do. If she were Danica, he’d waste no time shoving his member down her throat to get his own rocks off but Chelsea was different. He genuinely cared about her and desperately wanted her to enjoy every minute of her first sexual experience.

“Have you ever seen one face to face before?”

After a second or two she cracked a smile. “It doesn’t have a face,” she joked.

That’s it, I’m in love.

Chelsea tried to conceal her smile until she heard him laughing.

“Wow. That’s very clever.” Perhaps it was an attempt to ease the tension. It worked. But the mood suddenly returned to serious. “You haven’t though, have you?”

She shook her head ‘no.’ He was a generous 7 inches and uniformly thick sticking straight out at her.

“Touch me, Chelsea,” he said softly. He craved her soft hands on his hot cock. He could see a glint of hesitation and uncertainly in her green eyes but she obeyed. She gently grasped at the member studying how it felt: soft and hard, smooth and rigid; all at the same time. She slid her nervous hand along his shaft to the head where she marveled at the difference in how it felt.

As she unknowingly tortured him with pleasure, he knew he had to stop her if he wanted any chance of making their intercourse last. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. “Don’t worry, Chelsea. You were doing fine. I just… want to keep going. Lay on your back.”

Chelsea did and he followed her to the middle of the bed and positioned himself over her with his knees between her legs. “I need you,” Brent said and kissed her neck. His cock pressing against her proved it. “It will only hurt for a little while and it will be easier if you relax and open up to me, my love.” Shit. My Love? What am I saying? What is she doing to me?

Brent checked to make sure she was still wet and was pleased to find her sopping for him. He saw her eyes were closed, patiently and trustingly awaiting his penetration and couldn’t resist kissing her face all over. She was ready. As he held his cock and positioned the head over her opening he could sense her forcing herself to relax. When he was convinced she was settled he began to move in. He saw her wince a bit but he continued until he had the head in all the way. It was stretching her hymen, threatening to destroy it.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Doing beautifully.”

Chelsea’s arms wrapped around him as he began to edge forward in a gentle rocking motion. He decided to withdraw and push back in to this point several times to loosen and lube her up some more. He read pain on her face but heard pleasure in her moans. He continued this way until he was satisfied that she was ready to take the rest of him. She was so incredibly hot and tight around his head that he was amazed that he was able to control himself.

“I’m about to go all the way in.” He saw her eyes widen. “It’s going to hurt.”

“It already hurts.”

“I haven’t even popped your cherry yet, baby. Brace yourself.” He felt her clench around the head of his cock, nearly sending him over the edge. “You have to relax, my love.” He said it again.

As soon as she released her grip he thrust himself forward into her as far as he could go and Chelsea cried out in pain.

“Shh.” he comforted her. “The worst part is over. Focus on what feels good. Okay?” He rocked slowly in and out of her and kissed and licked her breasts now riddled with goose bumps. Tears fell passively down her face and into her hair as she whined and moaned.

When her moans began to out number her whimpers he sped up his pace and began fondling the tender flesh of her pussy. This set her on the course to her orgasmic destination. He could feel her passion rising and saw her body contorting, writhing and grasping at him desperately. He couldn’t last much lon
ger. “Come for me, baby. Come for me. Come for me,” he urged. “Ahh…” she screamed as she reached her peak and clamped down on him like a vice grip sending him into his own unmerciful orgasm. He rode her bucking and flailing body through their orgasms and collapsed on the bed beside her.

Both panting, drenched in sweet sweat, they lay apart catching their breath and basking in the after glow.

Finally he reached over and wrapped his arm around her. “Are you alright?”

“That hurt so good,” she finally managed to say.

“Happy Birthday.” They both laughed and faded off into a deep sleep.