It was almost the end of my senior year of high school and I was enjoying myself the way most eighteen year-old girls do - flirting and dating boys. John and I had been going to the same church all our lives and although I'd caught him staring at my legs and boobs several times, he never showed any special interest in me. Then out of the blue John asked me to help him with some homework. Given the way he was eyeing my boobs when he asked I felt it safe to assume that John was interested in more than my 4.0 grade point average. As to why he'd been so distant, all I could guess was that maybe my growing reputation caused him to need some time to work up the courage. In any case, it turned out I was totally correct about his true intentions. To make a long story short, I left our first "homework" session with the pleasant aftertaste of cum in my mouth.
Once the initial dating rituals had been satisfied we dropped the "homework" excuse and started more serious dating. Don't get me wrong, neither of us was looking for anything romantic, we both wanted the same thing - sex! On our first date we were already doing it in the backseat of his parent's car and it certainly wasn't our last time! Most of the time we did it either in his car or my bedroom, but we were always looking for any opportunity for a bit of extra excitement.
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It was a Friday night and I was in my bedroom getting ready for another night out with John. We didn't have anything special planned, just a movie and maybe some dessert afterwards. Looking in my mirror I smiled as I imagined what was ahead of me. My denim skirt was tight and short, just like I knew John liked me to wear. It hugged my hips tight and then flared out with a ruffle at the bottom which would have made it more girlish rather than slutty if it hadn?t been so obscenely short. I'd chosen a pair of simple white cotton panties while underneath my white tank top was a black tube top which was clearly visible. My hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail and I had just the minimum makeup on. A pair of pink sneakers finished off the ensemble.
Actually, each piece had been selected with a specific motive in mind. The skirt, of course, was for easy access. I learned early on that trying to get a pair of jeans off in a theater can be quite a challenge, especially when you wear ones as tight as mine! The white panties were for John's sake - lending that "little girl" imagine to me that was enhanced by the pony tail and light makeup. I could have gone braless under the tank top, letting my nipples show through instead of the tube top. Instead, the tube top lent a little bit naughtiness to the look, clearly visible yet saying he had to work a bit if he wanted my boobs. The sneakers were actually functional in that it was a lot easier to squat down in front of him in the theater with those than it would have been with heels (like I would ever touch my knees to those filthy floors!).
Suddenly I felt a tingle in my pussy as I imagined John's cock pressing up against my panties, then his fingers moving them aside to explore my wet pussy. I closed my eyes and stood there with my hand pressed up against my crotch, feeling the warmth that was building up. Although I'd masturbated earlier this morning it had still been a few days since John had fucked me last and I was feeling more than a bit anxious. Face it, as much as I loved touching myself nothing beat the feel of a real dick in me! Remarkably, several of my friends were still virgins and I often marveled at how they could deny themselves. I mean like if I regretted anything it was I waited as long as I had!
With a half hour or so until John was due I figured why waste the time? I got on top my bed and laid back against my pillow. Soon my hand was back between my legs and rubbing my clit through my panties. This was silly - John wasn't here so the heck with the stupid panties! I pulled them down to my ankles and let my knees spread apart. My fingers moved through my pubic hair, spreading it apart to reach my clit and pussy slit. God it felt so good! For the next ten or fifteen minutes, I played with myself, imagining it was John touching me, licking me, even fucking me.
When I finally came I plunged my fingers into me as far as I could reach, remembering how good it had felt the last time John had fucked me and driven his dick in me as far as he could when he came in me. John loved the fact I let him fuck me without a condom. He claimed I was the first girl he had ever actually cum inside of as all the rest of them made him wear a condom.
When people discuss the pros and cons of condoms the conversation seems to always dwell on the guy such as the loss of sensation. Well how come nobody cares about the girl? When a guy cums in a rubber he may as well not cum at all so far as the girl is concerned. I want to FEEL his sperm spew into me, FEEL the gentle warmth as he fills me with his hot cum. John loved it as well and so he came in my pussy most of the time with the only exceptions being when I was blowing him somewhere where he couldn't fuck me.
As I laid there with my heart pounding, the afterglow of my orgasm still burning inside of me, I became aware of what else was going on around me. Our house is fairly old with hardwood floors that squeak if so much as a mouse runs across them it seems. I could've sworn someone was in the hallway. My bedroom door was wide open, as it usually was, so I called out to find out who was out there.
"Someone out there?"
I expected it to me my mom so I was a bit surprised when my dad poked his head around the corner.
"Just me baby," he said with a smile. "I take it you're going out with John tonight?"
I nodded and he just shook his head and laughed softly.
"And my horny little girl couldn't wait another thirty minutes?"
"Oh Dad!!" I protested, trying to sound innocent but obviously I'd been caught with my panties down - literally. It wasn't like he had never seen me nude or masturbating before. Now don't get me wrong, I don't run around the house nude or put on masturbation shows for my dad but at the same time I don't hide it when I do it either. The same went for my parents. Although I have never seen them actually having sex, masturbation isn't something they hide and nudity, when appropriate, is OK as well.
"You know, I don't understand why the two of you don't just spend the evening here. I would think your bed has got to be a LOT more comfortable than wherever you're going to be doing it tonight."
"John still gets nervous about it Dad," I tried to explain. "God, if he knew you watched us sometimes I think he would shrivel up and never get hard again!"
We both laughed and he came in to give me a quick hug. Actually, it made me feel secure to have sex with both of my parents home. At least that way I knew nothing bad was going to happen to me with my dad surreptitiously checking in now and then. Not that I was concerned about John anymore but I thought it was cute that my dad liked to keep an eye out for me anyways.
"By the way... don't forget your panties!" he teased me as he left my room.
I just pretended to be shocked that he would even say such a thing which just made him laugh all the more at me. Actually, he was right and so I pulled them back up and then got out of bed to check myself again in the mirror after my little bit of self-indulgence.
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John soon picked me up and we had a great night. The theater was pretty full which somewhat limited what I could do to him. In the end he had to settle for just a hand job as it would've been all but impossible to get down and suck him without drawing undue attention to us. Not that he complained! John groped me the entire movie as much as he could get away with and by the time the movie was over my pussy was soaking wet with the anticipation of his dick in it. Once the movie was over, no sooner were we back in his car than I was leaning over for his zipper with the intent of attacking his cock right then and there.
"Whoa!" John exclaimed, "I guess somebody's horny as hell."
"Oh just shut up and give me that dick," I muttered, trying to get his zipper down but for some reason having a heck of a time getting it started.
