It was a Tuesday evening when he arrived in his black and blue mustang. I saw his face for the first time in what felt like forever. He got out of his car and I ran out the door. When I was a few feet away from him I sprang into the air and he caught me in his arms and held me. I hadn't felt his arms around me in years. His arms were my favorite part of him. They were perfectly sculpted. He was so strong and tall with the most gorgeous blue-green eyes you've ever seen in your life... And don't even get me started on his hair or his body. He was the type of person that looked like someone you'd only see on TV. We grabbed his bags and went inside to put them in his room. He walked into the living room with me in tow and greeted my family. The first words out of my brothers mouth were:
"Can I please drive your car?"
"Only if I can drive yours," he answered with a laugh.
We stood around talking for a few minutes and it was admittedly a little awkward. We hadn't spent more than a minute around each other in three years. I scanned him up and down. He hadn't changed his fashion much at all, but that was a good thing. I always liked his taste in clothing. Simple, but still very socially acceptable. His style was very "cool". He had on a black shirt with a red cross on the front, khaki shorts, and tennis shoes. I'm not sure what he was thinking about when he looked over at me every 2 minutes, but I know what I was thinking. I would've fucked him right then and there in the kitchen if my family hadn't been standing right there... We were both 18. We could make our own decisions about that kind of stuff, right? I at least would've kissed him. But I had to hide it. If my parents caught any glimpse of me checking him out, they'd never leave us by ourselves the whole visit. We all went out to dinner and I had to control myself through the whole hour and a half. I controlled myself when he talked to my brother about how fast his car was. I controlled myself when he told my dad his plans for college and his future. I controlled myself when he stared at me across the table with his amazing eyes as I laughed at some remark my mom made. I even controlled myself on the way home when he ran his fingernails up my thigh (my biggest weakness). I was doing pretty well in my mind. The question was... could I do this the whole time he was here in Tennessee?
That night we wrote what probably could've been a #1 hit on the music charts had we been famous. We were both musicians. We both played guitar, both sang, and our voices together were like a match made in heaven. We had so much chemistry... romantic chemistry, music chemistry, physical chemistry. We were sitting across from each other on the couch in my lounge in my apartment on the 3rd floor of my house. It was very private, but close enough that my mom or dad could come upstairs if they needed me and unless you were in the kitchen, living room, or the garage on the main floor, you most likely couldn't hear me scream even if I was being murdered. That was probably one of the biggest advantages of that house. We left the house to go to the nearest Redbox and grab a movie, making small talk all the way there and all the way back. We popped in the movie... Truthfully I don't even remember what the title was. Probably because we didn't end up watching it. The only thing I can tell you is that it started off with a murder scene. There was a blonde girl and a brunette guy stabbing her to death. I'm surprised I even remember that part because he was running his fingers up and down my thigh again and I was fantasizing hard before the girl in the movie screamed her last. I was about to tell him I was probably going to have nightmares when he turned my head with his hand and kissed me. I pulled back. It was pretty much inevitable I guess. We both still had so many feelings and we had been talking to each other about our favorite dirty memories of one another all summer.
Jesse. His name was "Jesse". Jesse Cashwell, that is. I used to joke with my friends that his initials stood for "Jesus Christ!" because that's what I'd be screaming when he fucked me. We never actually had sex. We just had phone sex and I jerked him off through his pants once. I'm still not actually sure how I managed that, but I'll never forget it. It was the first time I'd ever experienced anything like that. The faces he made, the things he whispered to me, when his dad walked in and we almost got caught which made it 10 times more exciting, when his body twitched right before he came, and then when his friend Brendan came over and he bragged to him about it. There was also a time where I thought I was being really sexy. He was my "werewolf" so I put a temporary paw print tattoo (complete with claws) right inside the line of my jeans and we played a game I called "find the tattoo". Looking back I'm kind of embarrassed because it was probably one of the dumbest things I've ever done, but it allowed him to reach his hand down my pants just far enough to feel how soft I was and at the time that was enough for me. There were also times when I'd ask him to tell me dirty bedtime stories about us fucking the hell out of each other. I told him I was falling asleep to them, but we both knew what I was really doing. And often times I'd tell him stories too. I loved hearing him moan on the other end. His voice was so hot. And when he'd hold the phone up to his dick so I could hear the sound it made, I would cum so hard just listening to that. I had a couple of other boyfriends after him, but they weren't near as good; They weren't as big in the dick department either. I mean not that I ever saw his, I just felt it; And it was big. I'm not the type of girl that size matters all that much to me. It's just kind of a good thing to be able to say to your friends, "Yeah, my boyfriends' cock is huge".
I can only imagine how my face looked because I could feel how heated I was. I wanted it... I wanted it bad, but I was scared that he'd just have his way with me and never speak to me again after he left. I didn't really know him that well anymore. A lot could've happened in three years. I didn't want that at all.... I wanted him to either be my boyfriend or just be my friend with benefits or even just be my friend. I didn't care. I just wanted him in my life. I wasn't about to lose him again. I jumped up and took a few steps back.
"What... What the HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Come on! You know you want this just as bad as I do!"
"Yeah! But is that all you want?!"
"No! I want you."
I turned my head and tried not to hear a word he said. I tried to tune him out.
"Peyton, listen to me. I'm not going to hurt you again. I promise!"
He walked over to me, pushed my hair back behind my ear, took my head in his hands and looked me directly in the eye.
"I can't have you forever. We both know that. So why can't I just have you while I'm here, right now? In the time that we CAN be together can I just have you to myself? PLEASE!"
I don't know what kind of look it was, a smile, a shrug, an "I'm about to cry", or a "fine", but whatever it was it gave him permission. He slammed my body hard against the wall with more force than I'd ever had put on me. I was shocked for a second, but when he shoved his tongue in my mouth, I couldn't resist it. He kissed me so hard. I could feel myself getting wet. I'd been fantasizing about this moment for three fucking years and it was finally happening. He kissed his way down my neck and shoved his hand up my shirt, squeezing my left breast over my bra as I moaned softly. He then slid his hand under my bra and rolled my nipple between his fingers.
"Wait," I stopped him and looked at the clock on the microwave. 11:30 PM. "My parents should be asleep, but I should probably go check."
He nodded.
I walked down the hallway to the top of the stairs and listened into the living room below. I didn't hear anything, but I had to make sure we were not going to be heard if... when things got loud. I creeped my way down the staircase and got down on all fours once I reached the bottom. The dogs woke up and looked at me and I gave them the look that told them they had better not make a sound because if they woke Mom and Dad up, they'd be dead. I crawled to the doorway of my parents bedroom and peeked. Dad was snoring and Mom was clearly asleep because her breathing was heavy, her mouth was open, and her eyes were closed. I crawled back to the staircase, pausing at the entrance to the bedroom to listen for my brother who clearly had friends over... They were playing video games by the sound of it which would keep them occupied for hours. I creeped back up the staircase, walked back down the hall and entered the lounge again.
As soon as I gave him the "ok", Jesse began to rip my shirt and pants off, but left my lingerie on. I was really glad I had gone with the red and black duo. He took a step back and looked at me.
"You do realize you've gotten hotter, right?"
"That's what puberty, a good diet, and exercise will do to a girl."
"Damn, Peyton.... Damn."
I just gave him a smirk. I walked over and took his shirt off before letting him kiss me again. He didn't take his lips off mine until he had moved me over to the couch (that we had folded down to make into a bed while we were going to watch the movie). He kissed his way down to my breasts before sliding my bra below them, unfastening it, and throwing it on the floor. I moaned as soon as his lips hit my now erect pink nipples. I could tell he had a lot of skill with his mouth. He sucked them, nibbled them, flicked his tongue up and down on them, circled them with his tongue. He was good, almost too good. I brought him back up to my lips before having him stand up. I slid his pants off once I'd unzipped them and exposed the tip of his cock sticking out of the hole in his boxers. He got on his knees and slid my panties down my legs with his teeth before I kicked them off and pulled his boxers down exposing his enormous dick. I couldn't help but want it in my mouth. I stared at it for a minute.
"What?" he asked.
"It's just... I've never seen it... I mean I knew it was big, but I didn't know it was this big. And thick! Oh my God. How... how are we gonna get that in me?"
"You want it in you?"
"Yeah. I do."
"We'll find a way then," he said with a sly smile.
I laughed. My heart started beating so fast.
I kissed him and guided his dick between my pussy lips and rubbed it back and forth. He moaned and I got even wetter. His moans were heavenly and I moaned too each time the head of his dick hit my clit, but I was just teasing him for now. Besides, it felt good. He looked me in the eye, pressing his nose against mine as I continued rubbing his dick on my pussy.
"I love feeling how wet you get for me."
A shy laugh escaped my mouth and I stuck my tongue back into his mouth to twirl with his before dropping to my knees. They were so weak and I wanted him in my mouth so bad... I could tell he was dying for it too.
I looked him straight in the eye as my tongue touched the head of his dick for the first time. I swirled it around in circles teasing him a little bit more before sliding my lips over the head. I spit on the shaft of his dick and gripped it with my hand, moving up and down spreading it around to make it a little easier for me to do my job. I took his balls in my mouth rolling them around as my hand continued to stroke his cock.
"Oh God, Peyton...."
And once again I could feel my juices flowing out of me as I heard my name escape his lips. I licked his shaft up and down slowly relishing every minute of it before wrapping my lips around his cock and sucking it hungrily. I played with his balls with one hand and steadied his dick at the base with my other.
"I love the taste of your cock, baby."
