*Author's Note: This is the second part of "Blowing Joe" but can be read as a stand-alone story. I'm quite certain a discerning reader can fill in any holes that need filling...
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Jason would be at class between three and six, and I knew this. And his younger brother Joe, my future conquest, would be home alone, and I knew this, too -- if for no other reason than that I had promised to come back today to relieve him of his virginity after giving him his first blow job last night. I could picture him, all jumpy nervousness, those big chocolate eyes and warm olive skin, those full lips, his cock hard all day in anticipation. Or maybe not. He was a chronic masturbator, not that it mattered, because I'd already learned he had no trouble rising to the occasion time and time again. So yes, safe to say his cock was likely hard, and he was certainly nervous.
I dressed with care. I wanted it to be as much fun for me as it was for him, and I was nervous as well -- just a tad, as every girl is when she gives herself to someone for the first time, particularly if she's set a precedent of amazing oral skills. I had to feel hot and know that I was showing him a good time, even a fantasy, without being too cheesy about it.
I started by slipping into a lacy thong, hot pink, which was a great complement to my skin, and a matching lace pushup bra which was uncomfortable for daily wear but just what this particular occasion called for. Over the lace I donned a black tank top, a tight black sweater, ass-hugging jeans, and knee-high, black leather high-heeled boots. The boots were my favorite part of the outfit and I hoped that with some imagination Joe might just be convinced to allow me to keep the boots on. That thought made me smile as I looked myself over, fluffed my hair, donned a scarf and jacket, and headed to my car.
On the way out to my car, our elderly neighbor, Mrs. Dempsey, who was not used to seeing me dress in anything other than fashionable but modest casual wear, frowned a bit from her front yard, which told me I was right on target. She probably thought I'd turned into a wanton whore in college, which was far from the truth. I was the girl in my dorm with the reputation for being a fun friend but not much of a partier, and that's just how I wanted things. I didn't want to be thought of as a slut just because I enjoyed sex, and I didn't think my private business was anyone else's.
So I headed to Joe and Jason's. Joe answered on the third knock, his eyes wide, looking very boyish despite his nineteen years and 6' muscular frame. He looked me over and his face was as easy to read. Oh, I loved the innocent ones...so easy to please...
"Hey!" I said cheerfully. "I wasn't sure if you'd be home, but I figured Jason might."
"Um..." He looked confused. "No, Jason's in class." You could see the wheels turning: Did she forget? Was she kidding? Did she not say she was coming over here to fuck me today? Is this not going to happen?
"I see..." I said suggestively, looking around the living room. "So, all alone, huh?"
"Yep."
I forgot that conversation was not going to work with this one. He was not a talker. It would be a wasted, painful exercise for both of us.
"Got any more of that beer?" I asked, looking over at the bottle on the end table next to where he'd been sitting -- playing video games, from the looks of it. He nodded, visibly relieved to have a task, and went off to the kitchen as I shrugged out of my jacket, unwound my scarf, and draped both on the back of the couch. I unzipped my boots so I could take them off. He heard the zip and paused in the kitchen, just for a fraction of a second.
This was going to be fun.
I pulled of my sweater and tossed it toward the kitchen doorway and heard him pause again after it dropped on the floor. And then he was out with the beer in his hand, the most imperceptible trembling that would have given him away even if his face hadn't. But that face was an open book. An open book that said, I am going to see this woman naked. And possibly have sex with her. This is really happening.
"Thanks for the beer," I said, as he walked toward me still somewhat uncertainly.
"Sure." He walked up to me, two bottles in his hand, got close enough to hand me one of them, and then came just a step closer. And I closed my hand over his, pulled him to me, and whispered, "Let's take these beers to your room."
He nodded and I followed him to his bedroom, which was sparsely decorated and neat as a pin. Freshly vacuumed. He'd burned a scented candle in there recently but blown it out as to not appear presumptuous. Very good. He'd made an effort.
Once in the bedroom, he closed the door behind me and I got a better look at the room. And then at him, standing expectantly in the doorway, that face of his never settling on an emotion but rather flashing through them all -- fear, lust, hope, excitement -- cracking his knuckles awkwardly, unable to even begin. I turned to him slowly and pulled him to me by the waistband of his jeans, grazing my fingertips across his firm stomach just a touch as I did.
And then I kissed him. Just a soft kiss, a beginning kiss, but I quickly remembered why I'd had such a good time the night before. Joe took that kiss and ran with it. He pulled me in tighter, one hand in my hair, one cupping my ass, and just went for it. I was breathless when he left my mouth and started kissing down my neck. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, and down into my cleavage, burying his face there. "Mmm, I love these big tits," he moaned between my breasts, licking into the crevice and peeling my straps down at the same time, shoving the lace cups aside with his fingers and springing my ample globes free so he could pinch and suck my nipples.
So much for lingerie, I thought, but it wasn't a complaint. He was clearly enjoying himself and so was I. Though not particularly skillful, he was the perfect balance between gentle and a bit rough, and he certainly made up for in enthusiasm what he lacked in experience.
Somehow this shy virgin had fumbled with the clasp of my bra successfully enough to remove it -- and my tank top -- by pulling both in a jumble over my head, leaving me in only jeans, my hair tumbling around his face while he continued to lick and suck and pinch and nip my sensitive breasts. It felt amazing, and my knees grew a little weak as he continued worshiping my bare tits.
"Joe," I gasped. We were still standing up against the door, and I wasn't so sure how long I could remain on my feet. "Let's go to your bed."
He half-dragged me to the bed, then peeled my jeans from me and hastily shed his own clothes. Within mere seconds he was completely naked in front of me, his beautiful cock standing at attention, while I lay on the bed in just my thong. He crawled onto the bed and kissed me again, climbing on top of me so that he was resting between my thighs, pulling my hips to him and hooking one arm under my bent leg to gain better access. I could feel his hard cock pressed against the thin fabric, rubbing against my swollen clit, making me moan. He had to feel how incredibly soaked I was, slick with the psychological excitement of playing this whole thing out as well as the purely sexual arousal of his strong, hard body and thick virgin cock.
