Just a little reminiscence on the first blowjob that I gave.
"Give it a try."
"Seriously, I really don't know... there are people walking upstairs and they could come down and we really could get in a fuckton of trouble. I don't get off on the "getting caught" thrill."
"Neither do I. C'mon. Just a--"
He knew I wanted it just as much as he did.
He was holding the zipper to his slightly faded jeans. Coercing, cajoling. Looking very lusty, and, damnit, isn't this what I had been waiting for? I'd imagined this so many times in my fantasies—slowly slipping up and down on him, moaning, groaning, saying my name. He pulled me to him, and kissed me hard on the mouth as I leaned in. Breaking away, I shot him a playful warning look. We weren't exactly dating... we knew we were absolutely infatuated though. We'd only actually been together physically for 4 days, but mentally, over the internets, it'd been at least a year. I was still catching up a bit—there was almost a sense of internets lag between my mind and his presence, occasionally, because I literally could not believe that he was actually here... in front of me, something I'd been waiting for forever.
"You're pathetic. Fine, okay, I will--" I teased, nipping him lightly on the nose.
With an eye roll that seemed to convey ecstatic joy, he quickly pulled himself out. It was an odd sight—in order to preserve some time, his jeans were still buttoned. He was almost fully aroused... Oddly enough, I was too. We'd had these discussions, many times. I've always wondered what it'd be like to give such immeasurable pleasure to a person... the way my buttons worked, the more I gave, the more I felt.
It was... wow.
Not to feed this guy's ego, but to a virgin's eyes, this guy was big. I really couldn't see how this junk actually fits in people.
"So I just..." I looked at him uncertainly, still standing up, looking down questioningly.
"Just take it in your mouth...do what you've always done to that pseudo-cock of yours." I found it entertaining that he referenced to the numerous times we'd cybered, with him often jacking off to my oddly sensuous ministrations to my dildo.
He leaned in, kissing me more forcefully this time, as I wrapped my hand around his member. It was warm, and had the most peculiar feeling to it. Firm, yet almost squishy. I almost laughed--squishy isn't such a sensual term.
As I slowly pumped my hand up and down his shaft, he moaned and breathed hard into my ear. His hands wrapped around my waist, making their way up to my breasts.
"Why," he murmured, breaking the kiss, "did you wear capris?" He sounded almost tortured as I picked up the pace. His hands plucked at the belt loops of my binding attire--I hadn't thought this far ahead. Hell, I thought we were already lucky that'd we gotten this much time alone. My parents, my relatives, my friends--all upstairs--probably were wondering were the sinful couple was, were on high alert every time he fucking looked at me. They also had a hard time believing he was here, and the fact that I was an senior in high school. Fuckin' eh. And it was really hard to concentrate and enjoy this moment, because I nearly jumped every time I heard the boards upstairs squeak.
"I wasn't thinkin-!" My pitch went up a notch as his hand swiftly pulled down the neckline of my shirt and push-up bra, grasping my nipple in his mouth. My jaw hung open in disbelief as he sucked and lightly bit the tip of my breast. A shiver of intense feeling ran down from my neck to my crotch, almost like a lightening bolt.
Steps. On the stairwell.
"Shit! Fold the laundry, and zip up your fly!"
We immediately separated and made small talk about the basement spiders with the intruder, one of my mum's friends. Whether she suspected anything or not is up to grabs, but chances are she wouldn't have cared much. I folded towels as steadily as I could as she took up a basket of laundry. Adrenaline raced through my veins, making it hard to think straight.
"Christ... that was way too close." I muttered as she closed the door.
He got that shitty grin again on his face, the one that amused me so much, and walked over behind me, grinding himself into my ass. I could feel the handjob I'd been giving him was working.
"You know, I do have to fold the laundry." I teased, running my finger up his length.
"Yeah, we do." He grimaced as I gave him a swift stroke. He bent down to pick up a shirt.
"Wait... don't. I'll do it. Your hands are all grody." Laughing, he stepped a few feet back into the corner. He took out his cock further from his jeans, and began pumping it himself.
