Author note: This chapter is a "prequel" to the first chapter. It introduces the reader to Elise Palmer on the night before she finds herself in bed with her parents' friend Marty Graham. This morsel of Elise's backstory helps the reader understand her motivation for asking Mr. Graham to perform oral sex on her the following evening.
If this your first time reading the "Eating Elise" series, you may want to start with this chapter. Though reading the chapters in the order of their release is perfectly fine too!
Please keep the constructive feedback coming! It is what inspires me to continue writing. Enjoy! --Dani
All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
Elise
Thursday night: The night before the "Hall Pass."
Elise lay in her bed staring at the white featureless ceiling above while her boyfriend of three months, Brian Kemper, gnawed on her pussy annoyingly.
Elise would let out the occasional well-timed moan, would say Brian's name breathlessly, or perhaps whisper a quiet "yes" to feign interest or pleasure. In reality, she was completely checked out and disinterested.
She had finished him off a few minutes earlier. For men, the oral sex formula was simple: Use your tongue, especially on the underside by the tip, make a slurping sound like in the pornos, and of course, suck. Put these ingredients together, and before you know it, you'll be swallowing his load and he'll happily fade out of consciousness as a fresh bolus of endorphins drench his immature brain.
His refractory period could last for either 5 minutes or 5 hours. Elise wanted him out of her bed, so she put a little more into Brian's BJ by playing with his balls with her fingers and looking him in the eye as she sucked. She said things like "God, your cock is so huge!" and similar comments that fortified his manhood so that when he did climax, he would not be looking for more, at least not tonight.
She had nothing against Brian. He was a good guy. As a fellow senior at their local high school, he put Elise on a pedestal. He was kind and thoughtful. His thin muscular frame, mess of brown curly hair and green eyes made him quite popular among all girls (and a lot of the guys) at school.
He was a good listener. From politics to the latest social media influencers, they could talk and debate for hours. But Elise wondered why each time she tried to talk about sex, specifically oral sex, Brian tuned her out. She suspected his convictions about how to please a girl orally were sourced from a combination of hearsay from his buddies, who were just as clueless as Brian, and the seemingly endless supply of free internet porn.
And with straight sex, the situation was dismally similar. The thrill of initial penetration from his acceptable 5 inch cock was followed by a few seconds of mindless thrusting, a premature ejaculation, and ultimately a soft, wet penis dwelling inside her.
Elise had never cum with Brian. He came hard each time they were together. And with every new load of his that she took, whether it was down her throat or in her pussy or on her breasts or face, she found herself keeping score, and becoming more bitter as the mountain of "O's" piled up in Brian's favor. At this point, the scorecard would read: Brian 32 orgasms--counting tonight. Elise 0.
When they first started to be intimate, it didn't matter as much. There was the excitement of being close and sneaking away from a gathering of friends into the basement where they would undress each other slowly or quickly depending on the situation. There was the thrill of being naked and alone together; exploring each other's young, athletic bodies, tasting each other for the first time. But as familiarity crept in and things started to feel like, well, a routine, Elise began to grow disgruntled, even spiteful.
She decided it was time for him to go for the night. She consciously increased her breathing rate to a full on pant, moaned louder and louder (knowing that there was no parent in the house to hear them), clenched his head between her thighs, curled her toes, and delivered a terrifically fake orgasm that even the most seasoned porn star would applaud.
Brian looked up at her smiling. His lips moist from his saliva only. She half smiled back, closed her big, blue eyes, and pretended to drift off, counting the seconds until he left.
"Gotta go, babe," Brian announced while pulling up his pants. "It's snowing. My folks want me home! See you at school. Last day before Holiday break!"
He didn't even give her a peck on the cheek before he exited. She eyed his flaccid cock the moment before it slipped under his pants. She was 18, the cheer captain, gorgeous, and spread out before him like a prize. Yes, he just came a few minutes before, but anyone else would have had an other erection and would want to fuck wildly after oral sex. She dismissed the thought, reminding herself that she wanted him out of her room and her house.
And with that, he was gone. Finally.
She heard the front door close. The sound of Brian's car leaving the driveway moments later was the best thing she heard all day. She was alone. Her parents were away and wouldn't be back until tomorrow if the forecasted snowstorm was not too bad--and it wasn't supposed to be. Older siblings had not arrived home for the Holiday break yet. She had the house to herself for the night.
It was time for Elise to take care of Elise.
She reached over and opened her nightstand drawer. She found a discrete, lipstick sized vibrator and clicked it on for a moment to make sure it was charged. It buzzed confidently and near silently in her hand--at the ready to accomplish what Brian could not.
