"Didn't he want your garter?" my mom asked as I was getting dressed in my bathroom.
"He's more of a friend, mom. I forgot to give it to him" I answered confidently. I had not forgotten, however, to give him my panties. I looked at the mirror while putting on a string bikini that was probably too small for me a year ago. There were a few light bruises on my small breasts where Vincent had really grabbed me, but that was it. I threw on jogging shorts and a half t-shirt, and then tied my hair in a ponytail. Flip flops, a small beach bag with a change of clothes, and my little purse completed the ensemble and I was ready to head for the door.
"Don't you sleep, anymore?" my mom asked.
"I'll sleep at Jenny's pool. Don't worry" I said calmly. "Actually, I slept a little while in Vincent's car this morning while waiting for the sun to come up. He fell asleep before I did. We almost missed it."
I decided I probably shouldn't look too eager to run out the door. I told her a little more about the prom itself, the food, the music, and who wore what and who went with whom. I went on and on while touching up the nail polish on my toes and fingers. When I could see that she was starting to feign interest, I grabbed the small beach bag and headed out the door.
"Is Vincent going to the pool, too?" my mom asked, curiously.
"I guess so. For a little while, I suppose. He said he'd give me a ride there, but I might ask Jenny to give me a ride home" I answered.
I was already thinking of asking Vincent to ask his brother to keep the room for one more night and have Jenny cover for me - again. Sleepovers were not unusual when I went to Jenny's house.
"Well, have fun then, but don't overdo it" my mom said sweetly. I felt bad for lying to her, but I wonder if she really knew I was really planning on getting laid, or should I say "fucked" instead of laying out at a friend's pool.
Vincent smelled good. He looked like he was going to the beach, or maybe like he had already been to the beach as tan as he was. I called Jenny and she wanted to know all about the night before (and the morning thus far), but I told her I'd tell her about it later. I did manage to let out that I took everyone's advice and let Vincent rock my world, and that spurned all kinds of dirty questions from Jenny. When I told her that I wasn't actually coming over, but heading back to the hotel room, she hooted so loud in the phone that Vincent could hear her. She ended with something to the effect that if I needed any help satisfying him, I should give her a call. There was just a hint of jealousy in my voice when I said, "I think I've got that covered, but thanks." She giggled and hung up.
Housekeeping had already cleaned the room, thinking we had already checked out. The room key still worked, so we assumed we were good until at least 11am. As Vincent called the front desk to ask about a late checkout, I dropped to my knees and pulled down his shorts. His sex smelled fresh and clean, and was only about 1/3 erect. I quickly fixed that. I pulled off my t-shirt and jogging shorts and got back on my knees and sucked his full length down my throat. The sensation of his member growing in my mouth was empowering. He stepped out of his shorts and took off his shirt, and then moved onto the bed.
I pulled the curtains to let the sun in, and was thankful that there were clouds on the horizon. It would have been hard to explain the absence of a tan after sitting at the pool all day. A few clouds or a little rain, and we would have taken the after-party party indoors.
I turned and did a little catwalk toward the bed, letting my hips sway but not so much that I looked ridiculous. Vincent slowly stroked himself as I crept onto the bed and positioned my face at his feet. If anyone could have looked into the room from the 7th floor window, they would have seen my glistening wet slit peeking around the barely-there material of my bikini crotch. My butt arched high as I kissed him up each leg, and he tugged at my bottoms, wedging them further into my crack.
I went back to sucking his delicious cock as he reached for my small tits, my hair, and my ass. He held my head, and guided me up and down on his shaft, turning my head ever so slightly. He occasionally forced his full length down my throat, holding it, and then letting me pull back just enough to catch my breath before doing it again. As I quickly learned to relax my throat and go with it, he realized he didn't have to hold my head anymore. I was a quick learner.
"Are you sure you never gave head before last night?" he asked.
I just moaned over his shaft an "uh-huh" and felt my nipples hardening. The feeling of control over his manhood was exhilarating. His pre-come tasted so good. He must have drank a lot of pineapple or orange juice - I heard that makes come taste better.
I hardly ate anything at the prom dinner the night before, and almost nothing all day before that. The prom dress was tight, but it was the best I could find only a few weeks before prom. I actually exercised a little more, and ate a little less the entire three weeks leading up to prom. My efforts really paid off.
The other girls thought I looked hot without looking like a hooker. The boys seemed to like my legs and feet as much as my butt. My breasts are small, so not much to show, there, but the push up bra and low cups in the dress made the most of what I had. All that, to say I was starting to feel a little hungry. I really wanted Vincent to fuck me again. My pussy was more than ready for his beautiful cock, but I also wanted to swallow his delicious come.
I pulled myself up to his face and reached between my legs. Pulling my bikini bottom to the side, I guided his shaft to my slit and lowered myself onto him.
"Don't come in my pussy this time" I panted. "I want to swallow your come... it tastes so fucking good" I said, while placing extra emphasis on the word "fucking."
I probably should have been a motivational speaker, as I was quickly learning all the right things to say to motivate Vincent. He seemed to know all the places to kiss and touch me while I bounced on him, because it didn't take long for me to orgasm. It wasn't mind-blowing, but it was certainly satisfying as my friend Sherry said it might be once I started having sex. I only waited a few seconds to catch my breath, raised myself off his shaft, and slid back down his body.
The taste of his sex mixed with mine was becoming my favorite flavor. I licked every inch of his shaft, his balls, and his butthole, and then went back to giving him the best head I could give. I was rewarded with a warm gush of come, filling my mouth instantly. I pulled back just a little, swallowed, and went back to sucking him, but not too hard. I didn't want to hurt him. Two more spurts went straight down my throat and I was only a little disappointed I didn't get to taste them.
I let him relax while I kissed and licked his stomach and thighs, and then snuggled up next to him.
With my hand resting casually on his relaxed cock, I whispered "More... please" in his ear. I felt his sex twitch under my hand. "Give me a minute, okay?" he smiled back at me. "Unless, you mean you want more than me."
I wasn't completely naive. After my 18th birthday party, Sherry invited me over to watch a few porn videos on Sherry's brother's computer, but not nearly enough. I was surprised at all the Big Black Cock on white girl videos. A lot of girl on girl, too. I actually kinda liked those. The girls were usually prettier. The ones with girls being shared between two or more guys made my head spin. How could the girl keep track of what was going on? How could she concentrate on everyone doing things to her, or her doing things to each of them? Did anyone ever get jealous if the girl paid more attention to one guy more than the other(s)? I supposed it would be fun, but Sherry said her older sister had been with two guys at the same time and ended up liking it so much, that's all she did for two years until she met her husband. After that, she bumped it up to three and four guys at a time. Nobody knew but her, her brother-in-law, and the pool of guys they'd pull from once or twice a week. And I knew, thanks to Sherry.
When Vincent asked if I wanted more than him, I wasn't exactly sure what he meant. Did he have a dildo, somewhere? I had one at home, hidden still in it's package, waiting to use it until after I lost my virginity to the real thing. If my mom hadn't been standing next to the hollow gymnastics trophy where it was hiding, I might have brought it along.
I heard the hotel room door beep and the electronic lock rotate. I quickly pulled the covers over Vincent and me, thinking housekeeping was making their rounds to make sure the room had been cleaned. If Vincent knew something about time travel, his older self just walked through the door. He was a little older, twenty pounds heavier, and built a little better, but otherwise, he looked just like Vincent.
"Whoa, sorry!" the man said. "I thought you guys cleared out already. I was just checking to make sure you didn't trash the place before I got hit with any extra charges on my card."
"Mags, my brother, Mike. Mike, my prom date, Mags. No, we were actually thinking about staying another night," Vincent replied. He must have been reading my mind.
