It takes balls to hit on a pharmacy cashier who's ringing up the condoms you're buying to fuck someone else. Brandon Jamison had no shortage of balls. Danielle Smith was blonde, cute, nineteen, a student and new to town. Brandon chatted her up while he laid out the cash for a box of twenty-four Magnum condoms and offered to show her around. He left with five ninety-five in change, a box of condoms clearly intended for a fuck session with someone else, and her phone number.
Several days later, Brandon got to thinking about Danielle. She looked hot for nineteen, and he thought it might be fun to see if she was up to some action. He pulled her cellphone number out of his wallet and dialed it. She was working, but only until 4:30. He asked if he could take her out to dinner; she agreed and told him to come over around 6:00. He pulled up in her driveway on his motorcycle at five of, and waited. He'd worn a light jacket and the jeans that best displayed his package. He saw the curtains part; she looked out the window and realized he'd arrived. She lingered a bit longer than proper, so Brandon knew that she'd taken the time to scope his crotch.
She waved, he waved back, and she motioned him to wait. A minute later, she came out of the house. He placed her on the bike and they sped off to a restaurant. She was shy at first, nervous. Turns out that she had not been on too many dates - three, in fact - and she was completely intimidated by having an extremely attractive twenty-six-year-old guy like Brandon hit on her. She never said it - she didn't really have to - but Brandon quickly realized that she was a virgin. They talked a while - he kept it simple, asking her about her studies and where she came from. At the end of dinner, he suggested hanging out at a little coffee bar. He put her on the cycle, but this time, sat behind her. Her pert, tight ass ground into his crotch as he squeezed her between his thighs.
After an hour and a half at the coffee bar, talking and laughing, he said it was late and offered to take her home. She was reluctant to end the evening, and he told her he was, too. "I can take you home, Danni. You tell me whether you want that to be your house, or mine." He smiled, stood up, and held out his hand to her. She took it, and he helped her to her feet. They walked out, headed for his bike. She paused as they got close. She stared at the big, powerful cycle, and the very masculine rider, and paused.
He sensed her hesitation. "Cold feet?" he asked.
"A little."
He stepped close to her. Closer. Put his arms on her shoulders. He drew her in, turned her head to one side and gently placed his lips to hers. As he kissed her, her slid his hands down to her waist, holding her close and feeling the heat from her body. She melted into his kiss, his arms, his body. He broke the kiss gently.
"Mine, or yours?" he asked.
"Yours," she said.
He guided her to the cycle, helped her mount it, mounted behind her, kicked it to life and tore off in the direction of the house. When they reached the house, he helped her dismount and, taking her hand, led her to the front door. They kissed again under the porch light as he unlocked the door. He stepped inside, turned and held out his hand.
She knew that if she took his hand and went inside, it would change her life forever. She took a deep breath and stepped into the house. The door closed behind her.
He told her that he would do nothing she didn't want to do, offered her a drink. She first thought of beer, but switched to wine. Somehow it seemed a little less tawdry to lose her virginity after sipping a glass of wine than after swigging a bottle.
They talked a while on the couch. She relaxed some, but was clearly still nervous. After about half an hour, he moved closer, leaned in and kissed her. And again. She kissed back, timidly at first, but with growing confidence. This was good. She was rubbing his chest through his shirt when he said she could take off his shirt. She carefully opened the buttons and slid it over his head. He slowly opened the buttons of her blouse and separated the folds of fabric. She was wearing a red brassiere, matching her blouse. It was his favorite color, and he told her so. Her cheeks quickly matched it.
He told her he assumed this was her first time, and she nodded. He kissed her and asked whether she'd done that before; she laughed and told him she wasn't quite that naive. He began to touch and caress her, nibbling her ear, and then her neck. He touched her stomach, her thighs, and finally cupped her very ample breasts. Each time he asked whether he'd reached her frontier. When he kissed one nipple while firmly stimulating the other with his fingers, she whispered "It's pretty much all new to me after this."
"Danni...you've never had a guy go down on you?"
"Uh-uh." She had a look of exaggerated, silly disappointment on her face.
"Oh, are we ever gonna fix that..."
He stood up and took her hand. She followed him up from the couch. He drew her close, their bare chests pressed together. He kissed her, softly at first, then more firmly, then aggressively. She gave back as much as he put into it. Brandon felt a twitch in his jeans as his cock aroused and began to stiffen. He didn't want her to feel it yet, so he pulled back and led her from the living room to the bedroom.
"Wait here." He went into the bedroom and came out after about a minute. He looked at her expectantly. "Ready?"
She laughed nervously. "I never thought of myself as the kind of girl who would fuck a guy on the first date." She felt him gently pull at her arm as he turned in the direction of the bedroom. She followed. "I guess I am."
Yes, Brandon thought, yes, you are. And I'm the guy that's gonna fuck you. His cock got just a little harder.
He guided her to the bed, decked out with white satin sheets and candles on the nightstands. "Ahh," she said. "That was the 'wait here'?"
He smiled, guided her to the bed and they sat down together. He caressed her cheeks in his hands, kissed her, and slowly slid one hand to her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, breathing hard as she felt the bizarre sensations Brandon was stimulating all over her body. He drew her back onto the bed, laying down next to her and letting his hands roam across her taut, smooth stomach. He slid a hand down her hips and legs, brushing it through the "V" of her crotch. Her breathing got faster, fuller.
He said he thought she was wearing way too much clothing; "I'd like to take some of it off and kiss you somewhere very very nice." She nodded rapidly.
Brandon fumbled with the buckle on her belt, then the top button on her jeans. Then the next. And the next. Once they were all open, he slid his hands on top of her underpants, feeling her mound through the fabric.
"Is this new?" he asked
"Very new. And very nice."
He kissed her as he slid his hand up to her stomach and then down again, this time slipping under the elastic of her panties. His hand probed her bush, then her labia, and finally brushed her clitoris. She gasped at the contact. "Oooh, ok, that's REALLY nice..." she said, breathily and with her eyes closed.
Brandon slid slowly down her body, kissing and nibbling at her skin. He worked himself down to her legs, then rolled over and knelt between her feet. He gently gripped the waist of her jeans and firmly pulled until they started to slide down. Slowly he slid them down and off. She lay on the bed, naked except for her red baby-doll panties, and Brandon felt his cock throb and get harder still. He lay down between her legs, face to her crotch, and started tenderly running his tongue along her inner thighs and the margins of her bush. Danielle was panting as he tongued her, arousing her and exciting her. She felt the first trickle of wetness in her pussy. Brandon nudged his tongue closer to her box and she felt the trickle turn to a flow.
"Has anyone ever done this to you before, Danni?" he asked, though he already the answer.
"Nooo. Ohh, no but it feels so good."
He gently moved the strap of her panties to the side and very lightly touched the tip of his tongue to her labia. She squirmed and moaned as he made contact. Another light flick, then a firmer one, and then he dragged his tongue the length of her vagina, drilling the tip of his tongue into her clit. She jerked and grunted, and one hand flew around to the back of his head, holding it in place over her pussy.
"Oh my GOD, yes, oh give me more!!" she cried out.
Brandon could hardly say no. He dragged her lips apart with his thumbs, and plastered his tongue inside her. She writhed and moaned as she felt his warm, wet, probing tongue spark feelings in her that her own fingers had never been able to create. After a few moments of basic teasing, he moved one finger closer to her wet, tight hole. He slid it into her, gently teasing her hole open to let him in. She moaned again as the digit sunk into her - one inch, two, three - and then Brandon felt her hymen.
He backed off it, continuing to tease her canal with one finger. He knew he would need to stretch her further before she could take his cock. So he slowly added a second finger.
"Ooohhhhh, oh, oh that's...mmmm...what are you doing?"
"Is it bad?"
