Eighteen year old Toby could feel the nerve-wracking butterflies creating havoc in the pit of his stomach and fluttering down to tickle along the nook where his balls connected to the base of his penis. Facing the foggy mirror in his bathroom, standing with a still damp towel tied loosely around his slender hips, he leaned close to wipe some of the gathered steam on the mirror, scrutinizing his smooth features. Part of him wished that he would grow some fucking whiskers instead of this damned peach fuzz that lay scattered above his upper lip. He couldn't help but wonder if Nichole would notice and grabbed a razor, scraping a bit off, a quick curse released as he pressed a bit too hard, a drop of blood appearing.
Tearing off a small bit of toilet paper and pressing it to the small cut, Toby turned and moved back out into his bedroom. Pulling off the towel, he couldn't help but notice how hard he already was just at the anticipation of being with Nichole tonight. He could feel his cock twitch just remembering how she let him finger her hot little cunt last time and he groaned, slumping down on the edge of the bed as his hand began to stroke his now rigid member, precum oozing out to slicken his movements. Toby's breath grew ragged as his hand pumped in quick, fast strokes. Closing his eyes, he remembered how hot and tight her little hole was with his finger moving in and out of her. A deep groan filled the room as he shot his load up into the air, hoping maybe tonight he might finally feel a hot tight pussy around his spurting member for the first time.
"Oh shit!" he exclaimed as the thick cum oozed out onto the carpet at the foot of his bed. Hunched over, still quivering from his release, Toby scrambled for the bathroom for a wet washcloth to clean up the mess before it dried and hardened, a sure fire excuse for another lecture from his mom. A quick look around and he was content once again, his mind turning to his evening with Nichole and quickly began to get dressed ... not that much thought into it, at least overly: blue jeans, pull over sports wind shirt with a small zipper, and lace-up Ropers. Running firm fingers through his unruly blonde hair and with one last look into the mirror, hastily pulling off the dried piece of toilet-paper from his shaving accident, wry grin telling him all he needed to know: STUD.
Sure strides took him from the house, a curfew yelled towards his mom in acknowledgement and Toby moved to his old beat-up 72' Ford pick-up. His confidence grew with each movement closer to his ultimate goal, building up in his mind that this WOULD be the night. Once on the road, Toby's nervous state began to grow a bit, but more from the fear that his hopes might be dashed by the lovely girl known as Nichole. She wasn't the prettiest senior girl in school, by any means, was she was definitely hot enough to fuck. She had these huge tits that Toby had finally had the pleasure of fondling without the restriction of a bra and even now, got hard, thinking of her little squeaks and moans as he suckled on her nipples.
Adjusting in his seat as his foot grew heavy on the accelerator pedal, Toby's truck hastened in its journey to Nichole's. The crunch of gravel beneath huge tires and a few pings of loose rocks hitting the underside of his truck's body indicated that he was finally there and Toby took a deep breath as he glanced up to Nichole's house, eyebrows furrowing to find it strangely dark except for a lone light. Setting the truck into the park and extracting the keys, he eased out of the truck and slammed the door shut on the old creaky machine. He had almost reached Nichole's front porch when the door opened and she emerged from the screen door loving as lovely and fresh as he imagined; dressed in a short skirt and halter top, long legs ending in strappy sandals. Light brown hair with strands of golden blonde hung like a waterfall of smooth silk down her back, hazel eyes sparkled when she saw him taking the steps up to the porch in sets of two. "Hi," he heard her say in that soft sexy drawl and he couldn't help but get a kind of lopsided grin on his face.
"You ready?" he asked, ready to get this show on the road and possibly get that little skirt off.
"Actually," she began, glancing to the bulge in his jeans and then back to his face, "my parents had to go to my aunt's for the evening and I thought ..." She faltered for a moment as Toby's entire face lit up, a shit-eating grin taking place of the one before. "Well, if you want to, I thought ... that we might, well, you know ... stay here." She glanced upwards to him and damn if she didn't look nervous too. This might be easier than he originally thought!
"No," he almost blurted out in his excitement, "No, that's great ... I don't mind." Toby could feel his cock get hard just thinking about having the whole house and Nichole to just himself. As she stepped aside, allowing him to come in, Toby had to reach down and adjust himself through his jeans, his eyes making a beeline for the stairs that he knew led upstairs to her bedroom but hell, the living room couch would do just as well. He grinned a bit to himself and then turned to look at her, obvious excitement and nervousness in his green eyes.
He could see Nichole's shy smile and then she moved towards the kitchen, casing him a look as she said, "Want something to drink?"
"Sure," Toby answered, following obediently behind her like a little dog even though he wasn't really thirsty. But at this point, he would do whatever she asked, hoping in return, that she, in turn, would do whatever he asked. As they entered the kitchen, Toby couldn't help but notice the natural motion of her ass as it moved on top of her legs. What he wouldn't give to see it naked about right now. He almost ran into her and kind of laughed in time with her. "Sorry," he mumbled and took a position in front of the counter, leaning back to watch her.
