You've gotta watch out for the quiet ones. Isn't that what they always say? I guess I'm living proof that that statement is true. I've always been the shy one, the one that kept to myself, the introvert. At least that's what people thought. I won't say that they were wrong, just misinformed. I can be quiet and I sometimes do prefer to be alone, but there are times when I even surprise myself.
I'm not beautiful, nor am I as slim as I could be. But I'm not unattractive either. I'm what most would call cute. Even to this day at almost 30 years of age, I'm still just cute.
My name is Erin. I'm short, only 5 feet 2 inches. Soft, with curves in all the right places. Some may say too soft, but most don't have any complaints if they take the time to get to know me. My hair is auburn and I keep it in long waves that fall down my back, nearly reaching my waistline. I have very expressive hazel eyes, a smallish, slightly upturned nose, and a beautiful mouth. With perfectly shaped lips that aren't too big, or too small. I'm very light skinned with naturally pink cheeks, so I rarely wear any makeup, only light colored glosses on my lips.
Now that you know a little about me, let's get back to my story. We'll start in high school, senior year, where it all began. My two best friends, who hated each other, were Tanya and Justine. Both were more outgoing, both had had their share of boyfriends already. I was the tagalong at parties and at The Kurtain, a club we hung out at on weekends. But I didn't mind it that way. Being the quiet one allowed me to watch everything and everyone around me. Watch and learn. The Kurtain usually hosted live bands, rock music mostly, and we knew all the bands well after a few months of hanging out on Friday and Saturday nights.
Justine and I didn't go to the club one Friday because we didn't care for the band that was playing. It was also pretty likely that Tanya had plans to be there, so Justine didn't want to go for that reason as well. So we were just watching movies and listening to music at her house. We got hungry and asked her mom to take us to get something to eat. Neither of us had a car, and we knew she wouldn't let us take off with hers. Justine's mom was one of those "I don't give a damn what you do as long is it doesn't keep me away from me beer for too long" kinda moms, so we jumped in the truck and convinced her that we had to go to a hot dog stand on the Ave, nothing else would do.
The Ave was that street that every city has, the strip that you drove down and back 100 times a night for no apparent reason other than to see, and be seen by everyone else. So we got our hot dogs and were on our way back down the Ave when we saw a band leaving a club. Typical teenaged rock band types with long hair and tight jeans, packing their equipment back into a van, apparently done for the night.
We hung out the window, Justine yelled something at them and they waved and yelled back. We coerced her mom into pulling over and letting us out, claiming that we knew the band and that they would get us back home. Now your normal, decent parent wouldn't have let us out to meet boys at 11:30 pm whether or not we knew them. But as I explained earlier, Justine's mom was not normal or decent. So we got out and she drove off leaving us alone on the Ave at nearly midnight on a Friday night. I think about it now and cringe, considering the things that could have happened, that did happen. Then again, I'm grateful. My life as I know it began that night.
We walked the half block or so back to where they were parked and lounged around looking cute while the guys walked in and out of the club with amps and instruments, loading them into the van. As soon as they finished packing up, the flirty small talk began. Introductions revealed the names of the four guys. Danny, Chaz, Zack, and Sam were all good looking and doing their best to be charming. I knew as soon as we were up close and chatting with them they were definitely in their early twenties if not older, so when asked Justine claimed to be 20 and I followed her lead saying that I was also 20.
They said that they were unhappy with their set, and wanted to get some practice in tonight. We agreed to come along and listen while they practiced. Because the van was full of equipment, there was only room for the driver and 1 passenger. Justine wanted to ride with Chaz in the van, so I rode with the other three in Zack's car. Zack and Danny were up front, Sam and I in the backseat talking quietly. Sam explained that they practiced in an old factory building 30 to 45 minutes away. He also told me that he was 26 years old! I nearly panicked, the almost 10 year age difference frightened and excited me.
Every time Danny turned the music up louder, Sam and I had to sit closer together to hear each other speaking. He said that the other guys were all right around the same age, Chaz being the oldest at 28. He asked again how old I was, and not wanting to scare him away, I said again that I was 20. Sam said he just wanted to be sure, that I looked really young, and he didn't wan't to get into any trouble. I told him not to worry, we were only talking, and I was perfectly legal. The music in the car was so loud now that I was practically in Sam's lap just so I could hear him.
He put his arm around me and placed his other hand on my knee, asking quietly, "What if I want to do more than talk?"
I looked up into his face, only now noticing his eyes. Those beautiful green eyes were staring down at me. I didn't know what to do or say. Never before had I been in this position, never mind the fact that this man was so much older, and so damn attractive. I found my voice and whispered that more than talk would be ok too, that I still wouldn't say anything.
His left hand moved further up my leg to my thigh and he put his right hand in my hair running his fingers through it. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, frightened and excited at the same time. His hand lightly touched the back of my neck causing me to shiver as he put his fingers though my hair again. This time stopping halfway though and holding on, pulling my head back and tilting my face up towards his. He leaned in close and pressed his lips to my forehead.
"Are you cold?" he whispered. I shook my head no. I don't know if I was shivering with fear or anticipation, or both. He kissed my cheek and then my neck, opening his mouth and lightly touching his tongue to my skin. His tongue made its way up to my ear, where he gently nibbled and sucked my earlobe.
Finally he brought his mouth to mine, kissing me softly as his left hand moved up my thigh to rub my crotch though my jeans. I opened my mouth and touched the tip of my tongue to his lips. His mouth opened and our tongues danced, swirling and probing. I sucked his tongue and his lips, and his hand rubbed me harder and faster. He took my hand and placed it over the bulge in his pants, grinding into my hand as he did. I got the point and stroked him though his jeans.
Sam broke the kiss and looked down at me as he slipped his free hand up under my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra and he fondled my breasts and nipples. As he pulled my shirt up over my head I caught the eyes of Danny and Zack in the rearview mirror. Somehow I didn't care who saw me and I only smiled back at their grins.
We adjusted ourselves in the seat so that Sam was leaning against the door and my legs straddled him. Sam brought his hand back to my rapidly moistening pussy as I undid the buttons on his jeans. His free hand brushed over my bare back and he brought his mouth down to my nipple, sucking it into his mouth and biting when it rapidly hardened as I moaned with pleasure. He moved his mouth across my chest and I finally freed his dick from the confines of his button fly jeans and boxers as he sucked my other nipple into his mouth.
He sighed when he felt my hot little hand circle around his cock and he unzipped my jeans and drove his hand down to my sopping pussy. I nearly lost my mind feeling his fingers probing my cunt as his tongue teased my nipples. I found a rhythm and jacked him off while his mouth again found mine and he kissed me passionately. I threw my arms around his neck and cried out when his fingers brushed my clit and he slid a finger between my slippery lips and into my cunt.
"I've never done this," I whispered into his ear as he inserted 2 fingers into my snatch, causing me to groan against his neck.
