Alex was captivated from the moment he laid his eyes on her. She was enchanting.
Walking into Prossa's Hardware, Freya looked a little lost.
"May I help you?" Alex asked her with stars for her already shining in his eyes.
She looked at him and smiled. "Hi. I'm looking for paint for my bedroom walls."
Alex smiled back at her and said, "That's down back. Come on, I'll show you." As they walked down the center aisle, Alex asked, "What kind of paint do you want?"
"Umm... I'm not sure. Something not too girly... But... Pink," she laughed. "So, I guess, kind of girly."
"I meant gloss or matte. Satin. Eggshell."
"Oh! Goodness! I don't know."
Alex watched as she frowned looking at the wall of options and lightly bit one of her fingertips. At this moment, it was official. He had fallen for her.
"Well, for a bedroom wall, a matte finish is nice. It will absorb more light than some others, so it gives kind of a soft glow. I think it would look great for pink bedroom walls." He made the mistake of looking directly into her eyes and paused, unable to look away.
She didn't turn away, either. After a moment, she asked, "What color pink do you have?"
He broke away from her grasp and brought her over to the rack of paint cards. They talked a little while she mulled over her options. She learned that Alex's father owned the hardware store, that he had worked there ever since he was a kid earning some pocket change, part-time in high school, and was now working full-time. He was twenty, a year older than Freya, and lived with his parents and younger brother.
She also realized that he was rather handsome. He had dark, wavy hair and brown eyes. He was slightly taller than average with broad shoulders and a killer smile. She would soon discover what everyone around Alex already knew. He was kind, thoughtful, dependable, somewhat soft-spoken -- although when he did speak, it was with authority that belied his age.
After he placed the two gallons of "not too girly" pink paint and a bag containing a roller, a couple of brushes, and a paint stirrer into the trunk of her car, he stood back up and looked at her.
"Are you doing anything Saturday?" he asked.
"Painting my room," she replied. Then arched her eyebrows. "Why? Do you want to help?"
Three days later, their first date was a painting party with some subs and sodas. Surveying their job well done, Alex looked at Freya and Freya looked at him. She had pink paint smeared on her nose and across one cheek, her hair was a mess, she had dribbled oil from her Italian sub down the front of her baggy T-shirt, but she looked even more beautiful than when he saw her in the hardware store.
Alex could see the woman she would become in the girl that she was then. And Freya could see the man that he already was. Of course, they were both just kids, barely out of high school. And they quickly fell madly in love.
Freya could be confident and self-assured but, ironically, she could be almost painfully shy. Alex found this quality endearing, even bordering on the edge of sexually exciting. But, ironically again, her shyness stalled their physical relationship for a while -- not that either really cared. They were very much in love and enjoying the early stages of their courtship. But when they did reach the physical level in their relationship, it was quite a ride, pun fully intended!
Outside of plenty of kissing and heavy petting, their first truly sexual experience was a bit one-sided. For weeks, Freya had wanted to show her love for Alex by giving him, as she always thought of it, oral stimulation. Her introversion ensured that she wasn't one of the "popular girls" in school, but she did have two very close friends, Cynthia and Katherine (or Cyn and Katie, as they were called). When the girls did happen to talk about anything sexual, Cyn and Katie nonchalantly called it a blowjob or sucking cock.
Although none of them had ever done it, Cyn especially wanted to and always got a gleam in her eye whenever talking about it. Those phrases sounded so crude and impersonal to Freya, but Cyn assured her that boys really like it when a "good girl" talks dirty to them. So, with a few weeks of mental preparation, and a little research -- mostly hearsay and the imagination of the three girls, Freya was ready for her first blowjob.
Her parents were going to a show on Friday night and this provided the perfect opportunity for Freya to put her plan into action. And that's exactly what it was. A plan. A well-thought out plan. She was not taking this business of sucking cock lightly in the least.
Freya had told Alex that her parents were going out for the evening and that she would make them dinner and then they could just relax and watch a movie. Of course, Alex was thinking they could also make out a bit, but had no idea what was in store for him.
So, a little after 5:00 Friday evening, Alex arrived at Freya's. When Freya answered the door, Alex's breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a pair of tiny cut-off denim shorts that molded to her hips and when she moved just right, a tiny glimpse of asscheek peeked out the bottom. Her hair was very deliberately arranged to look slightly tousled and carefree and framed her face perfectly. This was the one physical attribute that she absolutely knew she had going for her. Her facial features were delicate and beautiful, with more than one person describing them as angelic.
She gave Alex a kiss and a warm hug and they both felt her breasts pressing against his chest. She lingered for just a few extra moments so they could both savor the feeling and when she stepped back, Alex could see that she was not wearing a bra under her tank top. He was almost hypnotized by the gentle sway of her breasts and the slight but definite outline of her tiny erect nipples. He almost fainted when both tits brushed against his arm as Freya closed the door behind him.
Breaking the spell on Alex, Freya took his hand and started down the hall to the dining room. Alex followed, his attention drawn to the soft rocking motion of her ass -- hypnotized, yet again. But the fact that she was also barefoot, though not unusual, did not escape his notice. Between the no footwear thing and tiny shorts and tank top with no bra, not to mention the slightly disheveled hair, to Alex, Freya looked half undressed already! He was definitely looking forward to the after-dinner movie!
Dinner was ziti pasta, sauce, fresh grated cheese, sausages, and a garden salad. Dessert were two extravagant-looking fruit tarts. While even at her young age, Freya was a good cook, she was an even better baker. But Alex barely noticed any of this while he ate almost on auto-pilot. Much like the first time he ever saw her, she had enchanted him yet again.
Alex did notice that she seemed to be smiling and making eye contact much more than usual. He also thought that she was holding her shoulders and arching her back in such a way as to cause her breasts -- at this point in the evening, Alex had thrown gentlemanly politeness out the window and had stopped thinking of them as breasts, they were tits -- but holding her body in such a way as to push them forward a little more than usual.
And every time she moved, her tits, still exhibiting the firmness of youth, jiggled just a little. He also thought that she was eating the sausage in a somewhat provocative manner. A little unusual for the oftentimes shy Freya, but his brain was so preoccupied that he didn't think he could truly be sure of almost anything. The only thing that he was absolutely sure of was that he had never been more turned on than he was this evening. Freya had never been more attractive to him.
Finally, dinner was done, the table was cleared, and the dishes were put in the sink to soak.
"Now, how about that movie?" Freya asked. She smiled that shy little smile that always caused Alex's heart to beat a few ticks faster and touched his hand. Alex felt faint from just that innocent touch, but somehow managed to follow her into the den. He had to sit down, so he sat, almost falling backwards onto the couch, while Freya put the DVD into the player.
As dizzy as he was, he definitely noticed that instead of crouching down to work the DVD player, she bent at the waist with her slim legs almost perfectly straight. This had a dual effect. First, it caused the shorts to ride up into the crack of her butt showing much more of her ass cheeks than what usually peeks out from under those cut-offs. The second thing it caused was Alex to, very realistically, almost pass out.
His heart was racing and he could barely breathe when she pressed "play" on the DVD player and turned around to face him, almost floating while she did so. There was a sweet smile on her lips, but the look in her eyes was what snapped Alex immediately back to reality. There was a look in her eyes that Alex had never seen before from her or anyone, for that matter. Her eyes bored into his with an almost devilish ferocity. An intensity that almost frightened him.
Almost frightened him. But intrigued him moreso.
As if by magic, her eyes caused everything around them to disappear. There was no den, no movie playing in the background, no couch to sit on -- it was just Alex and Freya and nothing else. This was not the first time, nor would not be the last time, that Freya was able to truly enchant Alex. He was, once again, enveloped in that dizzy, fuzzy, magical warmth that always seemed to surround her.
He just stared at her, unable to move or think. Looking back afterwards, Alex believed that his heart had stopped beating just waiting for her to start it up again. Without moving her powerful gaze from him, she slowly lowered herself to the floor and crawled to him on all fours like the animal that she was becoming. She paused at his feet, looking up at him, then practically slithered up his left leg sprawling her body half on the couch beside him and half on his lap. Alex was frozen in place.
She finally broke eye contact, leaned her face towards the side of his, and ever so lightly brushed her tongue across his earlobe. He felt her cheek pressing against his, both feverish with passion. He felt her lips touch his ear. He heard her say, "I want to suck your dick." With all of this happening, Alex never even realized that she had already unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.
