After I left Matt's house, I somewhat reluctantly headed over to Jane's. While I appreciated the truth in Matthew's warning, I probably would have been pretty excited if I honestly thought there was a chance I could get laid tonight. I hadn't lied when I told him I didn't think that's what she had in mind though; Jane was undoubtedly the most chaste eighteen-year-old at our school. One of the select few girls who remained virgins by choice, despite having the option to sleep with pretty much whoever she wanted. With her long slim legs, modest curves, toned stomach and breasts that were slightly unfair considering how careful she was about putting on weight, dating her hadn't made me more popular with the other guys in school; quite the opposite.
Parking dad's car a little ways down the street and sneaking around the back of the house, I at last felt a flicker of excitement about the rest of my plans for the evening. If nothing else worked, I could apparently always trust the thrill of potentially getting caught to get my blood flowing. I soundlessly climbed in through the window; the three years we'd been dating had taught me invaluable skills if I ever decided to become a cat burglar. As I emerged from between the drawn curtains, I was immediately welcomed into her arms; she must have been impatient for me to get there.
She pulled me in for a kiss, tender but short. "Hi." she said, sounding almost shy. I gave her a kiss in return, only marginally longer than the first, and took a step back to look at what she was wearing: a tank top and some spotted flannel pajama bottoms. She looked adorable, and I felt more certain than ever that she hadn't invited me over for sex. She looked like she was going for the attractive-but-off-limits look. She took my hand and lead me over to her twin bed. We'd spent countless hours cuddling on it, and I felt myself relax a little. Say what you will about routine, I find it comforting. Soon we were cuddled up on the bed in our usual manner; her small body tucked into the side of mine, my arm around her, her leg over my hips.
"I'm sorry, but you can't stay very long. Mom wants to go and visit grandma tomorrow, which means we all have to get up at six if we're gonna get there early enough to make it back by tomorrow night."
Quietly wondering why she would invite me over at all if she was gonna lead with that, I said; "Don't worry about it. I'm pretty beat myself." At least I didn't have to lie about my sleep deprivation in this case.
"I guess you're wondering what I got you for your birthday, huh?" She propped herself up on her elbow in order to look me in the eye. "And? What did you get me?"
"Well, I thought about it for a long time and I couldn't think of anything that you'd really like that would be in my price range. So I got to thinking about home made gifts and realized that would not only be super lame but you'd feel obligated to pretend to like it."
Realizing I'd dodged a bullet there, I let out an exaggerated sigh of relief and we both chuckled. "So what did you decide on in the end?"
"Well..." she bit her lip in hesitation. "I know this is something you've wanted me to do for a long time, I could never really work up the courage to try it. But I figured, it's your birthday, and it's your last birthday before I leave, so here goes..." She took a steadying breath and moved down my torso, working at the buttons on my jeans.
"Are you sure about this?" Surely there must be something seriously wrong in my head, what kind of teenage boy asks his girlfriend that when she is in the process of getting in his pants voluntarily? I briefly panicked though; what if I couldn't get it up for her? I'd heard about guys going impotent from watching too much porn; nothing was kinky enough for them to get turned on anymore. I'd been going at it pretty heavily fantasizing about Matt. Oh god, she's gonna know something's wrong! I quickly pulled up a mental image of Matt's grinning face, replayed the sound of him groaning this morning as he bit into the pancake my mom brought him, pictured him bending over to tie his shoelace. It worked; my cock stirred like a loyal golden retriever pricking up its ears as if saying; did you say something about walkies, cause I'm up for that.
Jane, none the wiser about my mental imagery, stuck her hand in my pants, gently pulling me out into the open. This was a first for her, she hardly ever even groped me through my pants. In some ways she was lucky to have a boyfriend that might turn out to be gay; at least I never pressured her into doing things she didn't feel ready for. She started inexpertly stroking me, only the fact that the hand stroking it wrong, and not gripping tightly enough, wasn't mine kept my dick from deflating.
"Does that feel good?" she asked me, looking me in the eye practically pleading for praise. I let out a groan for her benefit and told her; "Yeah, baby, but here; this'll feel even better." Guiding her hands I got her to gently fondle my balls with her left hand while her right slowly got the hang of stroking my hard on. Soon, my breathing was genuinely more rapid and I had to suppress the urge to moan.
"This wasn't all I had planned for tonight though." she said before leaning down and hesitantly licking the drop of precum off the tip my cock. It lurched at the contact and instantly got considerably harder; I finally had a boner I didn't need to feel ashamed of; 8 inches and rock hard.
"For the love of god, please do that again." I gently put my hand on her head while unashamedly begging for more. "Please suck me!"
She obligingly did just that. Letting her lips slip over the head of my cock and about a third of the way down she was soon licking my shaft, sucking her way back up ever ten seconds or so. I had expected her to be more squeamish about the taste of my precum, but I certainly wasn't about to complain. She kept fondling my balls the whole time, and I was only saved from blowing my load too early by the occasional graze of her teeth against my sensitive flesh. She clearly knew enough to try to avoid it, but she wasn't experienced enough to make sure it never happened accidentally. I was having a great time, but I could tell she was only doing this as a favor to me; she really wasn't into it. I decided I might as well try and come quickly, put her out of her misery so to speak. The blowjob felt great, knowing that it wasn't enjoyable to her didn't.
A couple minutes later, I felt myself getting nearer. "Baby, I'm gonna come soon." She took that to mean that her job was more or less done. Pulling her mouth off my cock with one last suck, she crawled back up to the top of the bed and kissed me. She kept fondling my balls, but let me finish myself off. It was more difficult than I would have liked, and I had to resort to my secret stash of Matthew mental imagery to get there in the end. I was barely done spasming, and certainly not finished coming down from my orgasmic high when Jane slipped out of bed.
"I'll go get you some tissues to clean up with." I almost felt as if the decent thing to do was to pay her for her services, she got nothing out of what we just did besides the feeling of being a good girlfriend. Had she always been this cold, or had I treated her so badly she didn't feel anything for me anymore? Fully aware of the hypocrisy and injustice of it, I still felt hurt. It's not as if I didn't have feelings for her anymore, and I had tried my very best to not only remain faithful to her, but a good and supportive boyfriend to boot. For all I knew, she could have fallen for Matt too.
Oh god, what if that was it? What if there was something developing between the two of them? It could explain why Matt was so frustrated with me, and why he was so understanding when I told him I had feelings for someone else! I knew he would never have let anything happen between them, he was my friend and he would never betray me like that, but what if they fell for each other? Just as I was starting to panic, Jane was back holding out some bunched up toilet paper. Thanking her, I took it from her and started wiping up the mess on my hand.
I'd barely tucked myself back in and buttoned up my pants when she said; "You'd better go. It's getting pretty late, and I really do have to get up early in the morning." She clearly thought things were awkward now; I was too busy trying to breathe calmly to behave normally.
I mumbled; "Yeah" in response, barely remembered to kiss her on the forehead, and climbed out the window. Once safely outside in the cool evening breeze, I turned and whispered my thanks for tonight, wished her sweet dreams and a nice trip for the following day before stumbling back to the car where I sat shivering with a sickening sense of panic as I tried to keep from hyperventilating. Gripping the steering-wheel firmly, and breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth I eventually managed to calm down enough to drive back to Matt's house like an absolute madman. Thank god the roads were practically deserted.
I was already out of the car and on my way up the drive before I got my phone out to text him to check if he was asleep. He was, but not anymore. Using my key, I let myself into the enormous house. Matt was home alone most weekends, this one was no exception; his parents were away on yet another business trip. He met me in the hallway, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and his boxers. His hair was tousled and his forehead wrinkled in confusion. He looked absolutely gorgeous and my heart gave a painful squeeze even as my stomach contracted into a cold, hard lump of anxiety.
"What's going on? Did something happen?"
