Gail was expecting this to happen, but not now. Not like this. There it was. On her LG Chocolate cell phone. A text message from David.
im braking up w u
What the fuck? Six months of dating. Of kissing. Of fucking. This is what he had to say?
Tears streamed down her pretty fair-skinned face. How could he do this to her? Especially after....
Before they began dating, David had been dating another girl. She was pretty and popular. Her name was Danielle. And she and Gail were friends, not best friends, but friends none the less. But then David had come between them. He was handsome. With black hair and blue eyes. Most of the girls in high school wanted him. And Gail eventually got him, all it took was a flirty little skirt, a lollipop, and a few suggestive comments.
Comments that would later come back haunt her a few weeks later.
"Let's make out." David said, ushering Gail into the storage closet at gym after football practice.
"Here?" Gail asked. Eyes big. Fingers nervously twirling a strand of blond hair. This was scary. Someone could walk in at any moment.
David didn't bother to answer. His arms wrapped around her. His mouth searching for her lips. Kissing her possessively. His hands roamed her inexperienced body. Gail knew how to flirt. She watched enough on TV to be a pro. She had lifted the lines she had stolen David with from a movie on HBO. But this was new. This was real. Big hands gripping her firm bottom. Molding it. Spreading it. Then moving up her sweater. Beneath her bra and pinching hard nipples.
Finally she was able to pull her mouth free for long enough to say, "David, I don't know if we should. I mean - someone could walk in."
"Don't worry," he said. "I used to come in her with Danielle all the time."
He unhooked her bra and then pulled her sweater up taking the bra with it.
This was going further and faster than she had imagined. He was kissing her hard nipples. Sucking at her breasts. She wanted to say no. To tell him to wait. But he had been down here with Danielle. What had they done? Probably more than Gail was ready for. Would she be considered a prude if she said no? Then his fingers slipped down thin cotton panties and rubbed her increasingly wet sex.
"Ohhhhh," Gail cooed. It felt so good - good but scary. Her knees trembled, she could barely stand.
She didn't have to for long. David pushed down on her shoulders. She found herself on her knees. Her fair face level with David's crotch. His shorts bulged from his hardness. He pulled them down to his ankles. His hard cock bobbed up and down. He poked the purple helmet at her pert lips.
It was foreign to her. She could smell his masculinity. His cock, so hard, was larger than she had imagined. It poked at her lips again. Trying to force its way in. Her inexperience grew palpable. Had Jennifer done this? Had she gone down on David? Sucked him? She must have for David to be moving so fast. How would she have done it?
Gail opened her lips and took it in. She blew at bit. Then sucked it inexpertly. She tried, but still she provided little friction. David grew more and more frustrated at her incompetence. Finally, he took matters into his own hands and grabbed her ponytail and pushed her down on it. Pushed it toward her gullet. At last. Hot - wet- and tight. This was the feeling he craved.
But not so much for Gail. She couldn't breathe. Worse, it hit the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. She pulled back. Choking. Gagging. "I'm sorry..." she gasped between coughs.
"I thought you said you could deep throat?" he accused..
Gail remembered the lollipop. Remembered teasing David as she sucked. Running her tongue over it. Saying she could deep throat it. Saying she could deep throat other things. But she had never deep throated anyone or anything. She knew the concept. Knew from watching movies that men wanted it. Knowing the concept wasn't the same as having a huge hard cock forced down her throat without gagging.
"I thought I," she began.
"Nevermind," David said. "It's okay."
Thank heavens. Gail had been worried of their relationship - worried he'd go back to Jennifer. Then he was behind her. Hugging her. Reassuring her. Pushing her forward onto her hands and knees. Sticking his finger in her pussy. Fingering her.
"Wha-what are you doing?" she asked.
"What does it feel like I'm doing?" he asked.
She wanted to tell him to stop. But it felt so good. God, the way he touched her, it set her afire. She decided to wait for just a few moments. Decided to answer his question.
"Finger-fingering me." she said, her voice husky.
"You have a tight pussy," he said.
It should be. I'm a virgin, she thought, but stayed silent, moving her hips in time to his finger.
"You're wet," he said.
"Mmmmm," she moaned. This felt nice. Glorious. And then his hands were on her ass. And then something else, something much larger entered her.
"What are you doing?" she tried to pull away. Panicked.
"What does it feel like I'm doing?" David asked. Slow and easy he pushed his hard cock deep into her tight pussy. It felt good. Much better than her attempt with her mouth.
"Stop it." Gail grunted. She didn't want this. Yet it felt good. So very good. Opening her. Exploring her. But she knew she had to stop this. Stop the tingly feeling that had permeated her lower half. Or at least make sure they were protected. "Do you. Umph. Do you have a condom on?"
"Aren't you on the pill?" he said.
He must have assumed she was more experience due to her earlier flirtatious comments. How she regretted them over and over again. "No. Ah- I'm not."
"Don't worry," David grunted. "I have everything under control."
Did he? How could he possibly? "Put on a condom."
"Watch," he said. "I've done this with other girls. I'll show you."
He kept pumping. Took her by her ponytail and pulled her on his cock - pulled her hard. Spearing her. Impaling her tight body. Wedging his thighs between hers and forcing them wider. Giving it to her. Fucking her.
"See," he said. "When I get close to coming, I'll pull out."
Then he pulled out, leaving her empty inside. Pulled out, and with his cock bobbing up and down, moved back in front of her. His wet purple helmet back at her pink lip sticked mouth.
It was then he noticed the hint of red.