It was Tuesday night. I was horny. My boyfriend dumped me a month ago. He was an asshole. I was a virgin and the only position we ever tried was missionary. We talked about switching things up, but we always stayed in the missionary position and he would cum before we could ever switch.
He was nice to me. He would always finger me. I loved his fingers. They were long fingers and they felt good inside of me. I would cum a lot. He would eat me out too. He would stick his tongue as far into my pussy as he could, and then he would wiggle his head back and forth. His tongue felt soft and wet down on my lips.
I wanted to try to ride him. I was too nervous to ask. I was nervous when I got naked. I had a nice body. I had a firm rack that was bigger than most girls. My ass was nice too. All the guys at school checked me out. Just something about being exposed made me nervous. Do not get me wrong, I felt comfortable around my boyfriend, but we were both new to sex.
Tonight, I wanted some boy company. I did not care what my old boyfriend thought. I wanted to feel more comfortable being naked around a boy. I decided that I was going to make another boy cum.
My old boyfriend played tennis. He played doubles with another boy named Lane. Lane and I talked on and off during the month after my boyfriend dumped me. I knew Lane wanted to fuck me. I would always tease him. Normally it was to make my old boyfriend jealous. My old boyfriend was oblivious. This time, I was going to give Lane what he really wanted.
I called Lane and asked him if he wanted to come over and watch a movie. "Watch a movie" was code for fool around. Lane said yes, and he told me he would be over in about twenty minutes. I could hear the excitement in his voice. I was not for sure going to fuck Lane or anything, but I wanted some company and I planned to see how things went.
I started getting ready for Lane. I put on my good bra. A pink push-up bra that made my boobs look even better. I pulled on a matching pink thong. I heard the doorbell ring. It was Lane! I put on the rest of my outfit and I looked in the mirror one last time. I had curled my soft, long blonde hair. My hair went down my shoulders and rested just above my tits. I looked hot. I had on daisy dukes that let you see the bottom of my ass and a white tank top that was a size too small. You could see my pink bra through it too. Lane was going to love it.
I opened the door.
"Hey, Lane!" I smiled.
"Hey, Tess!" Lane smiled back.
Lane's eyes lit up. I saw him eye fucking me. Lane was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a black t-shirt. Lane was tall and muscular with short black hair. He took up the entire doorway. I gave Lane a hug and squeezed a little extra tight. I felt something move in his khaki pocket.
"Wanna come upstairs?" I asked, I smiled at Lane, my face blushed.
Lane put his hands in his pockets as if he was covering something. Lane nodded, smiled, and said sure. I brought him up to my room. I made sure to walk slow up the stairs so his eyes were staring at my ass the whole time.
We got into my bedroom and I told him he could sit on the bed. Lane sat down on the edge of the bed. I got on the bed and kneeled next to him. I asked him how his day was going, and he said it was going well. He told me about his day. I made sure to laugh and touch his arm a lot.
"Practice was good too...," Lane said.
