The Perfect Girlfriend

After breaking up with my virgin girlfriend I ended up in a rebound relationship with an over eager woman named Tanya. I had to break that off as well. The gossip about me at work had died down, but now some of ladies in the front office were disappointed in me for breaking up with Tanya, a sister of one of the secretaries.

In March, Silvi was showing off a new ring. I don't know if it was an engagement ring, or a promise ring and I didn't know who gave it to her. I still fantasized about her when I jerked off, but I was happy that she was now out of reach, and I could stop contemplating a reunion.

As the weather warmed, I stopped drinking, only having an occasional beer with a meal. I decided that I wouldn't get set up with another girl or settle for someone I wasn't totally attracted to. I didn't want to have the hassle of dating a girl who was hung up on me or hung up on sex. Most definitely, I wouldn't get involved with anyone from work.

I was eating in a pub when I noticed Brenda. She was the younger sister of one of my workmates. I met her when I first started working at the plant. She was cute but in high school. She was sitting at a table when drinks arrived, and she started drinking a beer. I thought she was underage, and when my meal was finished, I sat next to her and asked to see her ID.

"Will. Wow. It's been a while."

"What are you doing? You are underage."

"Am I? How do you figure?"

"You were sixteen when I met you, and that was like a year ago."

"That was more than a year and half ago, and I was closer to seventeen. I am 18. That's how math works."

I looked her over. She did look older. She had long straight hair, and a very pretty face with full lips, the bottom being larger than the top. The bridge of her nose was prominent, but I thought it complemented the shape of her face. She was tall, even when she was younger, but now I noticed her legs. "You turned out real nice."

"Great line. You are a little late Will. I had a crush on you."

"Why not now?"

"Why not then?"

"Well, you were in high school and a bit of a tomboy."

Her mouth formed a circle. "A tomboy!" She slapped me softly across the face. "I was never a tomboy."

"You certainly aren't now. Give me your number."

Her two friends were looking at me with boredom and skepticism. Brenda looked at me for a moment and then said slowly. "I don't think so."

I was surprised to be shot down. And embarrassed that she did it in front of her friends.

"Give me yours." She said.

I got a pen and a card from the bartender and wrote down my number. I walked back to her and gave her the card. She didn't say anything, and her friends were staring at me. I couldn't think of anything to say that would improve my chances with her so simply said "Goodnight" and walked off.

I thought of her that night. She wore a tight mini dress and she had nothing to hide. Wow she looked good. Was it something about eighteen-year-old girls? Was I going to be chasing them for the rest of my life? I could get her number from her brother that worked at the plant with me, but I decided I had to wait for her to call me. Days went by. I was afraid to leave my apartment in case she called. I ended up buying an answering machine.

She called before the weekend. "What are you doing Saturday?"

"Nothing. I could do anything."

"Could you pick me up around 6 pm?"

"Yes."

"Ok. Eat first. We are going to drive somewhere. You'll need money for a concert ticket.

Is that ok?"

"Sure."

"See you then."

A concert? Was it a rock concert? A more formal thing? I cleaned up my car and carefully chose my clothes. I decided on jeans and a T-shirt, but I put some nicer clothing in my trunk. I got to her house early, but I waited a block away so I could drive up on time. Her friend from the pub came out of the house and then Brenda followed her. Jeans, T-shirts and light jackets. They ran over to the car. Brenda got in the front. "Ok. Let's go. I'll tell you where."

I backed up and she directed me down one street after another until we got to another house a few miles away. Two girls and a guy were waiting, and they got into the car. "There isn't enough room." I said. But one girl sat on the guy's lap.

Brenda gave me directions. "It's more than an hour's drive."

I drove and looked over at Brenda when I could. I looked in the back seat. All four of them looked around Brenda's age. They talked about people that I didn't know and about things I didn't care about. I felt old for the first time, even though I was twenty-two.

It was an outdoor concert. I tried to enjoy the first band. It wasn't music I was familiar with. The boy and one girl drifted off. When the first band took a break, I offered to get Brenda and her friends a drink. I was returning with a beer and three pops when I noticed two guys chatting up the girls. Even from ten feet away I could tell that both of them were attracted to Brenda. I handed out the drinks and Brenda moved to lean against me. I gave the dudes a questioning look and they took off. "Should I pretend to be your boyfriend tonight?" I asked Brenda.

"Depends on who is trying to talk to me." She gave me a smile.

Evidently the second band was the one that Brenda and her friends had come to see. All five of them jumped around to the music, sang along and danced together. I watched Brenda mostly for the next hour. I was getting a little cold, but the five of them kept warm with all their jumping and dancing. Thankfully Brenda stood leaning against me during some of the songs. When we walked back to the car Brenda thanked me for driving as did her four friends. If one of them had called me Mr. I would have felt like a parent, rather than a friend of theirs.

On the way back, the couple in the backseat started kissing until the other girls complained. Everyone was silent for a while, then the boy asked, "Is it true that you dated Silvi Azzi?"

"Yes. For about six months."

"Is she still a virgin?"

"Shut up David!" Brenda said.

The car was really quiet. I gave it a minute then I said. "She is still a virgin. Are you interested in her David?"

"Are you?" One of the girls taunted. "Are you still interested in her Dave?"

I made sure to drop them all off before Brenda. At her house I followed her up to her porch, she stopped in front of the door and turned. "Thanks, Will. I don't think you liked the music much."

"I'm glad you called."

She stepped up to me and kissed me. I felt the tip of her tongue on my lip and then my tip touched hers. Just as the kissing was getting good, she pulled back and, in an instant, opened her door and closed the screen door separating us. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight?"

She closed the inner door. Wow those lips felt as good as they looked. I realized I still didn't have her number. That week I thought of her a lot. I was coming to the conclusion that she only called me because she really wanted a ride to that concert. That kiss confused me. I didn't know much about her, maybe she already had a boyfriend. I waited for her to call rather than getting her number.

She finally called. "Can you take me to the movies Friday?"

"Just you, or your friends as well?"

"Just me."

"Absolutely."

"Do you want to know which movie?"

"I will watch paint dry with you for two hours if you want."

She giggled. "6 pm again?"

"I will be there."

She was waiting for me when I pulled up. She was wearing a long sweater and skirt with high black boots. She looked good in everything. During the movie she placed her arm on the seat divider and put her hand over mine. Not the most exciting thing you will read in these stories, but I took it to be a good sign. She let me take her out for a drink after. When we got back to her home, she stopped on the porch again and faced me. I leaned in to kiss her and we made out for a few minutes. I matched her enthusiasm, always letting her take the initiative (partly because of the accusations Silvi had made). I did however lower my hand down over her ass and gently felt its shape through the material of her skirt. As I was enjoying the feel of her lips, her hand moved from my chest down to my stomach, then she plunged it into my pants. I felt her grab the base of my shaft. My dick was more than semi-hard, but under her grasp it pushed outward immediately. She moved her hand around as if to measure its girth. I stood frozen. A transport truck could have been coming towards me and I wouldn't have moved.

She pulled her hand up and quickly moved behind the screen door. "Goodnight."

"Wait!" I struggled to think of something to say as she looked at me expectantly.

"Goodnight."

She smiled and closed the door. Again, I didn't get her number. I walked half bent over back to my car. Holy smokes I was smitten. The date went so well. She was wild. Innocent most of the night, but then putting her hands in my pants. I knew she would call again. I had to do everything right. I really wanted to date her long term. The thought of getting into her pants was overwhelming.

The next time I went over she invited me in to meet her parents.

"Really?" I asked. "You want me to meet your parents?"

I went into the house and sat in the living room opposite her parents. Her mother got me a drink. Her mother was good looking as well. A body slightly curvier than her daughter, with beautiful full breasts and lips that were like her daughters, but not as full. Not only was Brenda good-looking now, but I was also sure she was going to be good-looking in the future. Her dad asked me a series of questions, including my age, education, and job. He said he trusted his daughter, but he didn't trust me. He told me I would have to be a gentleman if I was to date her. I told her that I behaved myself when I took her to the movies last week.

He looked over at his daughter "You've already dated this boy?"

"No daddy. He just mentioned he wanted to see the same movie as me, so we went together."

"Was he a gentleman?" he asked seriously.

"Yes dad, he was."

With their permission I took Brenda out to dinner. After we left the restaurant, I asked her what she wanted to do next.

"I want to see your apartment."

Luckily, I was hoping to get her into my apartment, so I cleaned it immaculately. She walked around picking up books and movies that I owned and looking around the apartment.

"Do I pass inspection?" I asked.

She blushed. "I guess."

"And last week on your porch, did I pass inspection?"

She blushed even more. "Sorry about that. I was just curious to see what you would do. I just had an impulse."

"Nothing wrong with your impulses."

She joined me on the couch. "Are you a virgin?"

"What! No! That's just a rumor that was spread about me. I've been with plenty of women."

"Plenty?"

"A few."

"I have some experience." She said as she leaned closer to me.

"Tell me about it."

"No. You'll have to find out for yourself."

She was dressed conservatively for our first date in sheer pants and a button-up blouse. I started by leaning in and kissing her on the cheek and then on the lips. I pulled on her lower lip with mine then I kissed lower and lower down her neck to the opening of her shirt. When she didn't discourage me, I started to unbutton her blouse as I continued to kiss her. Her blouse opened to reveal a black bra that gave her the smallest amount of cleavage. I kissed lower until I was kissing the flesh pushed up by her bra. I stopped and looked into her eyes. I shifted and reached behind her to unhook her bra. I pulled the straps down and over her shoulders revealing her pink nipples and quarter sized areolas. Her breasts were large in area but flat.

"You're beautiful."

She chuckled. "Thanks. My breasts are not very big."

"They will be. Like your mother's."

"So, you like my mother's breasts?"

"I like yours."

I gently kissed around her areolas and rubbed my lips against her nipple. "You've done this before?"

"Yes."

I shifted down so I was kneeling in front of the couch, and I gave her open mouth kisses touching her nipples with my tongue. "And this?"

"No. Not quite like that."

I kept it up gently and moved my hands down her back and sides roaming around her smooth tight skin. I moved my hands onto her pants rubbing her rounded ass and her crotch as I continued to kiss her nipples. I deliberately rubbed her through the front of her pants. There was a little mound I could feel between her legs. "Have you done this?"

"Yes, but not the way you do it."

I got back on the couch and pulled her on top of me. We kissed for a while and then I shifted down so I could lick her nipples. I massaged the front and back of her pants as I gently sucked her protruding nipples into my lips. She started to grind against my hand, arching and rolling against me. Her breasts hung down enough to be shapely. For the next few minutes, I licked and sucked her nipples with more and more vigor. My fingers pushed against her crotch in a steady rhythm until she started to breathe heavily. She jerked against me as I rubbed her pussy through her pants until she let out a little yell. It sounded like a painful high pitch complaint. She continued to spasm and make squeaking noises until she stopped moving and rested her weight on me. I shifted upwards and I gave her a gentle closed-mouth kiss. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly parted, and I felt her light breath.

She opened her eyes. "Will, that was the first time that someone made me......do that."

I snuggled against her. I felt the heat coming off of her body. She was still breathing deeply a few minutes later. She moved from my grasp and went to the bathroom. She emerged with her blouse buttoned and asked me "Do you want to see what else I've done?"

I did. She pulled me off my coach and led me to my bed. I sat down and she climbed on, positioning herself above me with her knees on either side of me. She started to kiss me on the lips, the nose, and my chin. She lowered her lips to my ear and licked the lobe. She straightened out and tugged at my shirt until she pulled it over my head. She lowered herself back and kissed me on the neck and then lower. She pressed her lip against each of my nipples. I wondered who she had that with. A boy or a girl. She moved to one side, felt around my chest and stomach and my erection through my jeans. She stopped and looked down at me.

"Is that it?" I asked. "What about what you did last week?"

"Do you want to do that? Take off your pants."

I quickly removed my pants and underwear and laid back. My hardon was sticking straight up. She looked at it for a bit then she looked past me to my nightstand. I looked over to see what she was looking at and then I felt her hand on my shaft. My body reacted like it was an electric shock. I groaned. She held it in a soft grip, only moving a little to adjust. My body spasmed after a while and it slid against her hand. My dick changed from one angle to another moving against her palm. Her eyes widened as she stared at it. She looked past me again towards the nightstand and then let go.

"Why did you stop?"

"That's it. That's what I did. I held a boy's penis for a minute."

"What? Why for a minute?"

"We were playing Truth or Dare, and that was my dare."

"What else did you do?"

"Nothing. There was one boy and five girls. I only did one dare.

I sat up to get close enough to kiss. "Can we do some of those things again?"

"I guess so."

I kissed her and pulled her down on the bed. My hands roamed over her shirt and pants and her hand ran down my chest, then my stomach and then she gripped my dick. I stopped kissing her and groaned. She slid her hand up and down my shaft for a while and I tried to kiss her, but I ended up mostly breathing heavily into her mouth. She sat up and stroked it with a light grip. She might not have done it before, but she knew generally what to do. As she moved her palm up and down my shaft I spasmed a few times. I was about to ask her to grip it a little tighter when she started stroking me faster. I watched her as she watched my dick. I tensed up and lifted my shoulders. My legs straightened and my whole body became as rigid as my dick. Her grip tightened and she was roughly tugging at my shaft. I dropped my head against the mattress, and I started to cum. I made some involuntary sounds, exhaled my pent-up breath, and I swung my hips. I heard her say "Oh Wow."

She let go and I lay on the bed breathing hard, with my chest rising and falling. I looked down. There were gobs of cum on my stomach and chest and one large pool near my belly button. She was looking at it, then she touched it with a couple of fingers. She lifted her hand and rubbed her fingers together. She moved her fingers apart to see how it stuck to them.

"You should taste it." I told her.

She looked at me. Then she moved her hand quickly and pushed her fingers against my mouth. I barely had time to move my head and she smeared it against my lip and cheek. She laughed.

I got cleaned up and took her home. We sat on her porch for a while. I remembered to ask for her phone number. "After all, we are dating, aren't we?"

"Yes." She said. Then she gave me a long sensuous French kiss.

The next time I saw her was visiting her house. She was cautious with her father around. I had to satisfy myself with a little affection. She didn't want to try anything else. While in the basement she rebuffed my attempts to get her going. "We can't touch each other and get all worked up. Dad could walk down here and see us all flushed."

"Ok. How about a little show." I told her I just wanted to see, and she agreed if I would give up on touching her for the night. She stood in front of me and listened to see if her parents were close to the basement. Then she took off her shorts and underwear and held them in her hands in case she had to put them on quickly. She walked away from me and back and did a little spin lifting her t-shirt above her belly button. She shifted her hips back and forth, did another turn and put her clothes back on.

She was tall, about five foot eight, almost as tall as me. She was lean with athletic legs. She had long dark straight hair. A fair complexion. She had a flat tummy, and she had two little indents on her lower back. Her ass was solid and protruded in the back. There was a gap between her legs all the way up to her pussy. It looked like you could put three fingers at the bottom of her crotch and barely touch her thighs. Her pussy was clam shaped and mounded. The two halves of her pussy met leaving a slit from the top to the bottom. She had natural dark hair down there, mostly around her mounded flesh and above. It was evident that she had never shaved or trimmed. Her skin beneath her black pubes was even paler down there where it had never received any sunlight.

"I can't believe I promised not to touch you after that."

"We can kiss."

I was all worked up after seeing her and after kissing for a while I was breathing heavily, and she backed off. "You're going to get me in trouble." I was in a state that was obvious to anyone looking at my crotch. "I am going to go upstairs. Next time you can do something special for me."

"Anything." And I meant it.

On our next date I took her out in my car and parked at the end of an empty road. I got her pants off and I rubbed my fingers along her clamshell opening revealing the pink folds beneath. With direct contact her orgasm was even better than before. I told her how to jerk me without irritating my skin. I had months of experience with Silvi with a dry jerk off. After that, when I visited her, she made sure to make an excuse so we could go off together and we could put our hands in each other's pants.

One night on her porch we were talking, unable to do much more. She asked me about my past experience. I told her about going down on girls. What it felt like.