It was late when I finally got to Darla's, and I knocked lightly on the door several times before she finally opened it. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and squinted.
"What are you doing here?" she said.
"I'm here to see you."
"I thought you forgot about me because you were having a good time with Chloe."
I just kind of looked around and kicked the doormat. I felt kind of awkward standing on her front porch in the middle of the night.
"It didn't work out with Chloe tonight."
She just stared at me and blinked a few times like she didn't understand English. Finally she let me in.
"What are you talking about?"
We stood in the kitchen and she got me a Mountain Dew. The house was real quiet and her Mom was asleep just down the hall, so we had to keep our voices down. I told her the whole story about my night with Chloe, how we went to the restaurant with her parents, then back to her house and watched a movie and how we only had a few minutes alone to get it on and neither of us came. I left out the whole thing with Chloe's Mom. I was pretty sure she wouldn't understand that. I wasn't sure I understood it myself.
Darla pointed to my jeans. "Is that why your dick is so hard?"
"It's been like that all night.
She crossed her arms. "You couldn't get your rocks off with Chloe so you came over here to get me to do it."
"What are you mad about?" I said.
She shook her head. "I just thought you forgot about me. I'm jealous of Chloe."
"I'm sorry. I would have been here sooner if I could."
We got quiet and it was pretty awkward, more awkward than standing on her front porch. Finally she let out a deep breath.
"Look, thanks for coming over and everything but I gotta get to bed because I gotta get up in the morning and my Mom's gonna be pissed if she finds out I got a boy here this late."
She started to walk past me like she was going to lead me to the front door. I wasn't going to let her kick me out. I had a hard-on that wasn't going to go away, and she was the one who complained about not getting enough of it. So I grabbed her wrist and turned her to face me. She looked shocked, but I didn't care about that.
"Just give me a kiss first," I said.
She didn't look too sure about it. "Ok," she said finally, and stood up on her tiptoes and gave me a little peck on the lips.
Before she could get away I put my arm around her waist and pulled her hard against me. She looked shocked again. I could feel the soft pressure of her breasts through her shirt, and I was sure she could feel the hard ridge of my cock through my jeans. I clamped my lips over hers and forced my tongue into her mouth.
Her hand pushed against my chest, but only for a moment. I kissed her harder, forcing my tongue even deeper past her tongue. She went limp in my arms, and when she finally broke away she was panting. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
She told me to follow her to her room, but we had to be real careful not to let her Mom hear. She said if she found me in her room she would kill me first, then Darla.
We got into her bed with our clothes on and pulled the covers over us. We were so excited we were giggling like little kids. Our hands were all over each other, groping and feeling and squeezing. Then she kissed me and I was really surprised. She didn't usually kiss me, and especially not like that. None of the girls did. It was like this unwritten rule that there was no kissing allowed because that might cause us to be emotionally involved.
But Darla had her lips on mine and her tongue in my mouth. I guess I started it in the kitchen, but that was just to get her warmed up. She was well past being warmed up now. She had pushed her knee between my legs and was rubbing her thigh along the ridge of my erection in my jeans.
"Damn, you're gonna make me cum in my pants," I said.
"We can't have that. It would be a shame to waste it," she said.
She unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to my ankles. I was suffocating under the blanket and threw it off. The room was dim with just the night light by the dresser. She was grinning at me and the low light softened her pretty face. She held my cock in one hand, pumping it slowly.
"You got a condom?" she said.
"No," I said, and shook my head.
She frowned. "I think my Mom has one in her purse. I'll be right back."
She hopped off the bed and snuck out of the room. I sighed. It had already been a long night. When she came back, she closed the door quietly and climbed on the bed. I was sitting back against her headboard with her pillows behind me, and my hard cock was sticking straight up.
"I get it," she said, and held up a small, red packet.
"Isn't she gonna miss it?"
Darla shook her head. "She gets laid like once a year."
She ripped off the corner of the packet and removed the condom.
"Is that gonna be big enough?" I said.
She looked at my dick, then at the condom.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean is it gonna fit? It looks small."
She sneered like she thought I was crazy.
"Don't be stupid. It'll stretch."
She placed it on the tip and unrolled it down the shaft. The first couple of inches were ok, but it quickly got more difficult the further she went.
"It's getting kinda tight," she said.
"It's getting very tight. It hurts a little. I don't think it's gonna work."
She got it about halfway down the shaft and stopped, staring at my dick with a frown on her face.
"It's gotta work. This is the only condom we got," she said.
I unrolled it the rest of the way down my shaft. It was really tight and made my dick shiny, like it was encased in glass. She touched it lightly and giggled.
"I just hope it doesn't-" I started to say, when someone knocked on her door.
"Darla, honey, are you sleeping?" her Mom said from outside.
"You gotta hide," Darla whispered, and shoved me off the bed.
