I ground my foot into the faded welcome mat, scratching the cement porch with every pivot. The midday sun beat on the open back of my halter top, but I was sweating even before I stepped out of my car. My excitement had billowed over the hour long drive and peaked as I had knocked on the worn door of this college apartment.
Now, however, that excitement turned to uncertainty. Two polite knocks had elicited no response, and I began to worry. Had I been stood up? Was this a joke? Were there young, but over 18, voyeurs in the bushes with camera phones muffling their laughter as they documented the embarrassment of this naïve over 18 girl? I resisted the paranoid urge to survey the area and steeled myself for another try. This time the pounding of my hand matched the pounding of my pulse. Eight hard slams of my palm left my hand red, the door sloughing paint, and no doubt of my intentions. A girl over the age of 18 poked her head out from the apartment next door. She smiled apologetically as she retreated, her mistake ridding me of any insecurity regarding my knock strength.
I waited for a response. A moment simmered past, leaving its sweat mark on my cleavage. If I'd known I would be standing in the hundred degree Austin heat for even 5 minutes I would have taken counter measures, but it was too late for that. If the door ever did open my first impression would be a wet, aromatic one.
Suddenly, signs of life. The sound of flatware crashing from a counter top was soon followed by a weak , "just a sec." More clanking. More of the graveled voice now swearing to itself. Finally, the door bolts began sliding open. I lurched onto my toes in anticipation, weakly biting my inner lip. As the handle turned a scrambled into position, posing sweetly with my hands clasped behind my back and a very sincere smile across my face. The door opened, and the unkempt visage of a college aged, over 18 man quite unenthusiastic about seeing the sun greeted me.
"What's up? You here for Nicky? I think he's in class or some shit"
"No, I'm here to see Matt. Is he here?" My previous worries were now resurfacing as the man at the door appeared briefly bemused at my question.
"Oh shit! You're that girl from Craigslist!" he said. "Fuck when you said you were coming over at eleven o'clock I thought you meant 11:00 PM. Fuck man, I don't usually get up this early."
He looked it too. I had never seen his face before—it wasn't important today—but I hadn't expected something so uncouth. He was unshaven for what looked like several days. He stood slightly hunched, probably 5'9" or so at full stance, wearing tartan pajama bottoms and no shirt. The definition of his chest and stomach was incongruous with the photos he had sent me though I gave him the benefit of a doubt given his posture. The smell of stale beer wafted from his mouth and clothes. My only relief was that he certainly wouldn't care about my cleavage sweat.
"Well I didn't mean to surprise you," I replied somewhat passive aggressively.
"No, it's cool. Come on in Leila."
"Leilani," I corrected him. It was a name I had shared with my over 18 Hawaiian mother. Truthfully most of my friends, who were all over 18, called me Leila anyway. He stepped to the side and allowed me inside. The apartment was dark but for the minute beams that peaked through the vertical blinds, but it was still light enough for him to get a good look at me as I crossed into living room.
"Damn, you look good," he said, drawing out his interjection. He was right. I did look good. I looked fucking great. My long tanned legs were crowned by a short pleated leather skirt the rear of which was gently lifted by the arc of my ass. My flat stomach was just barely visible below the red halter top that struggled to restrain my incongruous 38 inch chest. My wavy light brown hair topped 5'6" frame, and it shined even in the dim light of Matt's apartment.
"You want a drink or something? I got a couple beers in the fridge and a bottle of some shit in my room."
Some shit was not the most enticing endorsement. However, despite the man's disheveled appearance, my enthusiasm was unabated. I hadn't come here for his face, after all. I followed Matt into his bedroom, closing the door behind me. He sat down on the bedside, but before he could reach for the nearby bottle, I was on top of him, straddling him and digging my tongue into his mouth. His surprise was brief as he returned my kiss, immediately reaching for my ass and giving a futile squeeze to my firm bottom. In truth, this foreplay was completely unnecessary for me. My pussy was already well moistened as I had been in a constant state of arousal from the moment I'd woken up this morning. The thought of meeting this man, my perfect man, was driving me into lustful fits, and I had to have satisfaction as soon as possible.
I ground my swollen mons against his lap. Focusing my hung over partner, I held his face close to mine with both hands, devouring his tongue. With each breath I locked his eyes with mine. With each wanton stare I felt his cock surging to life. Every inch it gained pushed me closer to the edge. My arousal was so strong that I was forced to temper my hip motion. I'd told myself I wouldn't cum until he was inside me, but the thought of his engorging member already had my lips dripping.
I stood up to reposition myself between his legs, but he followed me, continuing our embrace from a standing position. Briefly frustrated, I was relaxed by wet kisses to the exposed tops of my breasts. He buried face into my cleavage. I hummed in appreciation kissing his hair and reaching for the tie on my halter top. He had the same idea, and our hands met at my collar bone. With his stimulation abated, I was emboldened to pursue my true target, pushing him back onto the bed, leaving my top in place.
I knelt before him, sliding my hands up his pants giving him a devilish smile. His baggy pants concealed his erection. My salvation was so close. My absolution near. I bowed my head just above his lap, drinking in the scent as I arched my head up in sublime anticipation. This was the moment I had been waiting for, and finally I was going to have what I came for. With one motion I yanked his bottoms to his knees.
I felt ill. So much planning. So much anticipation... for this. I angrily reached for my purse and retrieved a dressmaker's tape measure.
"So it's not quite eleven inches long. It's pretty close though."
It wasn't close at all. I measured him at seven and a half inches long and barely five and a half around. The kid's specious defense for his lies was complete bullshit. He hadn't just claimed his dick was eleven inches; he'd sent pictures which in hindsight were obviously doctored. I felt dirty and betrayed. I'd come on so strong and thrown myself at this slob all because of that imaginary cock. I sat in front of him, starring at his falsely advertised penis. I was so angry I was tempted to storm out and leave this kid's balls blue and steaming. However, a moment to calm myself left me with a different impression. I hadn't measured all the guys I had blown but finding a man over seven inches was always a lucky catch. It may not be the legendary phallus I had been dreaming of, but it was still a damn fine dick. He certainly wasn't getting my virginity, but I could still get my own satisfaction.
I dove onto his shaft trying to artificially re-inflate my enthusiasm. The feel of his glans on my tonsils pique my arousal immediately. I freed his penis and traced a path in butterfly kisses down his length. When I reached his scrotum I inhaled both testicles at once draping his big cock across my face as I swirled his balls with my tongue. At the same time I slid my hands up his now naked chest, lightly pinching his erect nipples in the webbing of my fingers. The stimulation knocked him flat on his back with a groan. He arched his hips, searching with his cock for my mouth, but I continued suckling his balls, pulling his sack so that his dick bounced on his abs where it splattered pre-cum with every bounce. My juices were flowing freely now as well, but if this charlatan was going to get off he was going to earn it.
I tightened my lips around his scrotum and sucked as hard as I could. The vacuum pulled his balls deep into my throat, and I gargled them viciously. He tried to sit up, but my hands in his armpits held him prone.
"Oh Christ," he moaned throwing his head back. "Suck me," he barked out.
"Hmmm?" I replied coquettishly, giving him a cockeyed glance from beneath his rock hard cock.
"Please please please suck my dick," he pleaded.
That was more like it. I pulled back my arms and spit out his balls, dark purple from my efforts. As he sat up, I drew my hands down the length of his shaft collecting the ample pre-cum as lubricant. My hands lightly twisted up and down the whole of the shaft while my tongue flicked the skin under the head. His breathing labored and became more coarse and grunt-like with every exhalation. I returned his intensification with my own, taking more of his cock into my mouth with every stroke. He was thrusting ridgedly on his own with every stroke, his body maniacally pleading for me to take the whole length.
"Oh fuck that's good," he coughed up between grunts.
Now sucking half his shaft with every thrust, I had one hand free to work on myself. I reached my left hand for my own waist line. I fumbled with the zipper on my thigh, awkwardly repositioning myself to shuffle out of my clothes without slowing my stimulation. After a brief struggle, my skirt fell to my knees and gave me free access to my sopping panties and vagina. I jammed my fist into my underwear, urgently running my knuckles through my slit and over my clitoris. The taste of his cock was driving me mad, and I needed relief.
But before that relief came, I was interrupted by an unannounced warm sensation in my mouth. His first shot was weak enough that I wouldn't have known he was coming had it not been for the ridiculous suffocating tortoise screams pulsing from his mouth. I ripped his dick from my lips, trying to avoid swallowing any more unannounced sperm. His dick dribbled two drops only my shirt before I could shove it away from me.
He lay back breathing deeply. Meanwhile, I was left steaming and rolling my eyes. Somehow, he had managed to cum before I could. An incredible achievement when faced with a girl who is so horny that she gets off on sucking dick. Normally I would stick around to pleasure myself with another blow job for a guy that size, but his complete lack of manners had soured me totally. I stood up to leave, refastening my skirt with an impudent shake of my ass.
"Hey I thought you said you wanted to fuck? I was gonna be your first, right?" he sleepily slurred, his dick already shriveling.
I gave a sharp incredulous laugh and retorted, "Maybe when you grow up a little."
The kid barely registered my insult and closed his eyes and passed out instantly. I grabbed my purse and headed for the front door. I'd planned to spend a whole weekend in Austin, but the tremendous disappointment of my previous encounter left me wanting nothing more than to drive home to San Antonio and crawl into bed until Monday.
As I reached for the handle I heard a key in the lock. Someone was futilely trying to unlock already open deadbolt. I opened the door and pulled a muscular mocha forearm along with it.
"Whoa, sorry!" the guy said as he fell through the door with his key in one hand and his arms full of boxes stacked up to his face. I jumped out of the way to avoid him as he awkwardly stumbled toward the opposite bedroom. He began fumbling with his load, attempting to hold it against the wall while he fished for his bedroom key.
