I had recently given my first blowjob to another guy. A few days went by of me playing the whole thing in my head, fantasizing about it going further. I kept fantasizing about the feel of his dick in my hand, and then the taste of it in my mouth. I wanted him to know how much I cherished that taste. I knew he knew my phone number, but I didn't know to call him or wait for him or what.
As the weekend approached, I got a text message from him that made my heart race. It said, "Hey boy. You ready to come over today?"
I responded, "Sure. What time?"
"Any time after 6." I felt that same nervousness I did the first time, but this time I was full of eager anticipation having a good idea of what to expect.
I had plenty of time to get ready, but of course it was hard to contain myself. I went straight into the bathroom. I figured I must've looked alright last time for him to call me again. So I wouldn't deviate from that routine much, if at all. I hopped into the shower. My face and legs were pretty smooth, but I decided I better shave everything again just to be as smooth as possible for him. My face, legs, and most especially the area between my legs, I made sure were exceptionally smooth. I put on the one pair of panties I had, and used two mirrors so I could see how feminine I looked from behind with them. After being satisfied with that I put on a tee shirt and some jeans. I felt like it wasn't the right thing to wear, though I wore something similar the first time I saw him. There was no 'right' thing to wear for something like this.
I got into my car. This time I knew where to go and headed straight there. I knocked, and he discretely let me in. He had a tee shirt on and some boxers. He said, "looking good."
"Thanks."
"So you like it? I mean obviously if you're coming back for more," he said.
"Definitely, I wish I had that experience sooner." I felt shy around him, but I was still able to open up to him that much.