Happy Birthday To Me 18

© 2020 Bad Hobbit

'Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Nadine

Happy birthday to you"

Nadine was smiling broadly as she stepped up to blow out the eighteen candles. I applauded and smiled with the rest. My little sister, eighteen. Wow -- it was hard to believe.

Mum and dad hugged her, and then it was my turn.

"So glad you could make it, Liam. Me miss you." She kissed me. It was surprisingly a little beyond sisterly -- and on the lips. I still hated the fake Jamaican patois, but I tolerated it because it was her birthday.

"I've missed you too, sis. You look beautiful tonight."

"Yeah, she do, don't she?" Shay stepped forward and gave her another hug and, almost to demonstrate ownership, a very big kiss. Eventually Nadine pushed him away.

"Hey, baby, you now have to snog me face off. Least, not here."

"She's a jewel," I said, making eye contact with Shay. "Look after her." There was just a tiny hint of 'and if you don't, I'll beat your sorry arse to a pulp' about my last statement.

"Me will, man. Me will," Shay replied, almost as if trying to placate me. I leaned forward and gave my sister another quick kiss, this time on the cheek, smiled and headed back to get another drink.

My grandpa came over in the Windrush generation. Back in Barbados he'd been a teacher, but his qualifications counted for nothing in wonderful, welcoming Britain. The only work he could get was on the buses, initially as a conductor, and later a driver and finally an inspector. But he put his son, my dad, through grammar school. Dad ended up with some A Levels and he got a good job with a bank. I was the first member of our family to go to University. I couldn't let the family down, so I worked hard and got a 2:1 and a decent job with a pharmaceutical firm. I could say it was my own talent, but it had a lot to do with two generations of men who were prepared to work hard and stick around for their wives and kids. Not all the men in my community did the same.

And now little Nadine was celebrating not only her eighteenth birthday but also an acceptance to read law at Kings. Choosing a London college meant staying at home, but it also meant a lower student debt and being close to Shay. I've always been protective of my kid sister, since she was a toddler and I was barely six, so I try to check out the suitability of her boyfriends. Shay was a bit too flash for my liking. I sincerely hoped that my sister had now found herself a decent-enough guy, but I still felt uneasy.

Mum and dad had really splurged tonight. They'd booked a function room in a smart hotel, and there must have been around a hundred people here, friends of my parents as well as of Nadine. Mum asked if I wanted her to invite Charmaine, but I just said "No thanks, Mum, that's history. Ancient history." She didn't ask any more.

Charmaine and me, we'd been on/off friends through most of secondary school. She was about six months older than me, and I guess it was a few days after my own eighteenth birthday that our relationship really blossomed. I lost my virginity inside Charmaine, but I wasn't her first. She'd already had one or two boyfriends, and -- as I later discovered -- had tried, or been persuaded to try, most things.

Although we'd applied to several of the same Unis, things didn't work out and my best offer and hers were at Sheffield and East Anglia respectively -- quite a way apart. So over that long, last summer she showed me a few things; quite a ride for an eighteen year old. I stayed faithful to her for the first two terms at Sheffield. Seems odd now. Black guys have a reputation for being promiscuous, but I wasn't. We visited each other at weekends whenever we could, and we'd fuck like rabbits. She had a very high sex-drive -- maybe even an overdrive.

But then I discovered, quite by accident, that she had a boyfriend -- possibly boyfriends -- at her Uni, so I'd decided the time for fidelity was up. Over the next few years I got a lot of experience with a mix of black, white and Asian girls. A fit black guy always seemed to be of interest to them, if only to see if the stories were true. Most of these relationships didn't last more than a few weeks -- some only one night -- but I like to think that no girl left me unsatisfied, even if some were a little sore. And they could go away saying that yes, the stories were definitely true.

Having said hello to friends and family, some of whom I hadn't seen for months, I headed for the drinks table. There -- I guess unsurprisingly -- I saw Anna. Mum was a Ward Sister at Guy's, and Anna had started as a student nurse under her. She'd shown real promise, and was now a Sister herself in charge of an ICU. It was a job that suited Anna perfectly. She was always calm in a crisis and, Mum said, a very good nurse.

But there was another side to her. She was one of very few white friends in my mum's group, but no-one seemed to think she was any different from the others. Anna was the one who was always joking, saying outrageous things that only she seemed to get away with. Her skirts were always too short and her tops were always too low, and she seemed to have a string of boyfriends, both white and black. On a girls' night out with my mum's friends, Anna would always be the loudest -- hard to do in a group of very down-to-earth black nurses and midwives -- and usually the one who drank the most.

When she saw me, Anna's face, which had seemed uncharacteristically serious, lit up.

"Liam! Am I glad to see

you

!" She instantly threw her arms around me, hugged me very tightly and kissed me hard and full on the lips. With anyone else I might have been a bit shocked, but this was fairly standard behaviour for Anna.

"Shit, boy, you've

grown

! My God, how tall are you now?"

"Around six-six." I smiled down on her. Anna's only about five-three, although in her heels that's closer to five-eight, and she's trim with it.

"And you've not only headed upwards. What have they been feeding you up there in Manchester? That's not a Boddington's body."

"I've been doing athletics. Decathlon. Running's my best discipline, but you've gotta be fit all over to do ten. I've been offered a trial for Team GB in a couple of months."

Her eyes went wide. Well, they're quite big to start with, but they took on this almost-shocked look; something that didn't look bad on her. "Wow! That's quite an achievement. I bet your mum's proud."

I smiled. "What about you? How are things at the hospital?"

"Oh, you know. Blood and bits everywhere, mopping up puke and piss and shit every day. It's really glamorous."

I smiled. I knew that Anna was a great nurse -- my mum told me, and she never lies. As I said, Anna puts on this very showy exterior, but inside she's as steady as a rock.

"How's the job? Working in Manchester can't make it easy to keep a relationship going with Charmaine."

"Oh, we're not together. Haven't been for a while. She -- she got a job abroad. Spain. But it was hard, at Uni, keeping things going when you're two hundred miles apart. We just -- you know..." I trailed off. I didn't want to explain that Charmaine and I had split years before graduation.

"Oh, I see. So anyone special in Manchester?"

I pulled a face. "Not so much."

She gave me a

look

. When I was in my late teens, just before going off to Uni, Mum's mates would all tease me. Nurses are a very earthy lot; given what they see every day, that's not surprising. One or two would flirt with me. Anna was the worst. Some of her

looks

could get me hard in an instant.

"And you?" I raised an eyebrow. Anna seemed to attract guys like bees around a honeypot, but few seemed to last very long.

Her eyes went up, expressively. "Fucking men!" she said with a tone of exasperation. "I think it's time I became a lesbian. They're all a bunch of arseholes. Present company excepted, of course."

I smiled. She lifted her Prosecco glass and drained it, then smiled back. Our eyes met. I could sense something there, but I wasn't sure what. She glanced around, then held up her empty glass. She glanced at mine, also empty, in my hand.

"In fact, Liam, my glass is empty, and I see yours is as well. Could you do me a favour, please?"

"Sure, Anna." I reached for her glass, but she held onto it.

"No, I've had enough to drink for the moment, thanks. No, I was thinking. I've booked a room here tonight; I didn't want to have to drive home or worry about minicabs or night buses." She put the glass onto the table behind her, picked up her handbag and pulled out plastic card. She glanced around again, and then leaned in closer. "If I give you this, would you mind -- would you like to come to my room in a few minutes and -- and maybe -- maybe come -- in me?"

"Anna, I..." I was surprised, perhaps flattered even. I'd been propositioned before, but never quite like that by someone I'd fancied for ages. Sure she was around thirty-ish, a little older than the girls I normally dated, but still...

"Only -- only I haven't had a decent fuck in weeks -- months. Remember when I used to tease you, before you went to Uni?" How could I forget? Anna was the worst cock-teaser around, and my adolescent libido could hardly cope with it. "Well, it wasn't all teasing. You were always a good-looking boy, and now you're a very good-looking man." She glanced around again, then took a step backwards. "Maybe this will help you decide."

She lifted her skirt. Underneath, stockings, suspenders -- but no panties. She let the skirt drop again, but the image of her smooth, trim pussy was imprinted in my brain.

"I'm going upstairs now, Liam. I've given you my spare key; I told the hotel I'd left mine in my room so they gave me a second one. I'm in very dire need of a handyman. There's a hole that needs filling, and I think you may have just the right tool. Shall we say ten minutes? Don't make it too obvious."

Then she kissed me again, pressing her firm and rather tasty breasts against my chest, and dropping one hand rather outrageously over my crotch. "Mmm. More of that later. I hope. If you don't show, I shall have to resort to my vibrator, and we wouldn't want that, would we?"

She gave me another one of her cock-stiffening smiles and kind of sashayed out of the room. I stood for a moment in a daze.

But only for a moment.

I put my glass down, and made sure to be seen as I moved around the room, saying 'Hi' to my mum and dad, my grandpa, my sister. All this took around ten minutes. Then I slipped out of a side entrance and headed straight for the lift.

The rooms all had proximity locks, so all I had to do was touch the key Anna had given me on the panel and the door clicked open.

Inside, Anna was on the bed. Her sexy, strappy shoes were still on, as were her stockings and suspenders, but her dress was draped over the back of a chair. Her tits were at least as good as I'd imagined -- though I hadn't imagined the pierced nipples. Her legs were apart, and she was sliding a large, pink vibrator up and down her very enticing-looking slit.

"Sorry, I was getting impatient. Had to start on my own," she said, as if an explanation was needed.

"You're gorgeous," I said, as if a compliment was needed. She was. Nice, full, rounded tits; smooth, shapely legs; a tasty-looking and rather wet pussy; and a very naughty, inviting smile. The stockings, suspenders and sexy heels just added to her natural sexiness.

"You look pretty good yourself. But I can't really tell in those clothes."

So I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off.

"Ooh! Oh, yes. That's what I was hoping for. God, your skin's so smooth and shiny. Are you oiled up or do you always look like that? I've got a craving for chocolate right now." Looking me straight in the eye and slid the vibrator into her pussy. "Oooh yes. Hurry up, Liam. Plastic's nice but it's not as good as the real thing."

I unfastened the belt, unzipped my chinos and hooked my thumbs into the tops of my boxers.

"No, just the trousers. Leave the boxers on for a moment. I like to savour the reveal."

So off came the chinos, and with them my socks and shoes. And then I was on the bed beside her. She dropped the vibrator and kissed me. Her other kisses had been full of sexy suggestion, but this one was way beyond that. It was pure hunger. It wasn't suggesting, it was insisting. It was almost screaming 'I really need to be fucked'. I joined in enthusiastically -- because I really needed to fuck.

Her arms moved down from my shoulders, across my chest, and then slid straight toward my crotch, finding and then cupping the outline of my cock through the thin jersey.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped as she broke the mouth-devouring kiss. "If I'm not much mistaken, that feels like..." she ran her hand along my length "...maybe eight, no -- nine inches?"

"And a half," I added. Her eyes widened.

"Oooh! And all that for me!"

My hand slid up her thigh to her pussy. As I'd established from my earlier observation, it was already wet. I dipped a finger into her slit and she let out a low moan.

"Oh yes. I trust you know how to deal with the issue in hand, my boy?"

"Sure do, ma'am."

I really enjoy pale blondes like Anna -- and they seem to enjoy me. Maybe it's the contrast; my dark-brown skin against their very pale. Soft, fine, blonde hair, falling across my face, or stroked by a large, dark hand -- or sometimes held and pulled in my dark fist. Or my dark, coarse curls held in a girl's pale fist as she tries to force her sweet, pink clitoris down my throat. Or a pair of long, pale legs wrapped around my dark, thrusting hips. You get the picture.

With a finger stroking lazily around her pussy, I began my descent of Anna's body. I don't like to hurry with a new girl. Women are more skin-sensitive than men, so I touch everywhere I can that might feel good to them. That way, when my tongue has finally expressed some extended greetings to a clitoris, I usually have a girl sobbing and begging to be fucked.

Anna's tits were pretty spectacular. Obviously not real -- I've rarely found a woman out of her teens whose tits are as firm as Anna's. A lot of black girls seem to go saggy quite early on -- not a look I like. Anna's were in the Goldilocks zone -- not too soft, not too hard, not too big, not too small -- just right. I'd only fucked a couple of girls with pierced nipples. I'd learned that sometimes the piercing makes the nipples more sensitive, sometimes less. Judging by Anna's reaction when I tugged on the rather nice horseshoe-shaped rings with my teeth, this had been one of the more successful piercings.

I skimmed lightly over the smooth, pale skin of her flat, trim belly, tugging at the little jewelled pin in her navel, and when I finally got my mouth onto that sweet, sweet pussy, her reactions stepped up a notch. I slid a finger inside her -- she was seriously wet -- and got my tongue into the narrow cleft of her pussy and onto her clit. She started moaning even louder.

But after only a minute or two of licking that tight, narrow slit and sucking on her tiny inner lips and clit, she grabbed my hair and pulled my head up.

"Liam baby, we need to get back to the party soon. Show me what you've got. I want to taste it, then I want to watch it going into my cunt."

It was hard to argue with that suggestion, so I knelt up on the bed, keeping one finger still embedded in Anna's cunt -- as she obviously liked to call it. (Fuck, I love a woman who isn't afraid to talk dirty). Anna reached out and peeled my boxers slowly down my thighs, until my cock, now very hard and throbbing, flipped out.

"Oh yes," she breathed. "Oh fucking yes!" She turned onto one elbow, took hold of my cock with the other hand, opened wide and slid her mouth over the head. That felt fucking glorious. And what really surprised me was, after briefly sucking and swirling her tongue around the tip, she pushed down and took me quite deep.

A few joyous moments later, with almost half my cock appreciating her wet and very skilled mouth, she pulled back. "God that's a big one," she gasped. "Too big for my mouth right now. Maybe -- maybe more later? But now..." She looked up into my face. "There's a tight cunt that needs stretching. Do you think this'll fit?"

If Anna was trying to make me as hard and horny as possible, she really couldn't have done much better.

"I'm sure I can

make

it fit," I said with a saucy grin. Her eyes widened as if in erotic surprise and faux-trepidation. I quickly peeled my boxers down my legs and flung them across the room, then I went for my condoms, in a pocket in my chinos.

"Hey, where are you going with that nice big cock?" Anna asked.

"Just gonna get a rubber."

"Don't. Do you always practice safe sex?"

"Sure."

"So do I. Go in without. And I want you to come inside me. Don't worry, I won't get pregnant, but I love the feeling of a guy's hot cum trickling out of me."

Fuck! So I scooted around between her wide-spread legs.

"Here. Stick this pillow under my bum. Then line it up and go in slowly. I want to watch it while I'm feeling it."

Her pussy slit was one of the neatest I'd seen. The inner lips were small, although the clit was quite a nice size. But her cunt, as she seemed to want to call it, seemed very small and tight, even with her legs spread. I swept the head of my cock along her neat little channel a few times, to tease her and to pick up some pussy juice. If she was as tight as she looked, this was going to be a difficult insertion.

"Ooh! Oh yes. That's nice. Now -- now stick it in me. Pretty please?"

The look on her face was so horny. Remember that this was a woman who'd teased me very suggestively when I was a hormonal teen, and she'd turned up in my wet dreams for several years afterwards. The opportunity to be fucking her, right here, right now, was making my cock throb.

So I pushed, glancing alternately at that slow insertion and the expression on her face. Fuck, if I hadn't developed a decent amount of control inside a couple of dozen women over the past three or four years, I'd have shot my load then and there. Not only was she deliciously tight, but her face showed what I might call a 'shock and awe' expression -- eyes and mouth wide open. I knew she'd had black boyfriends -- probably quite a few -- so I couldn't imagine that mine was the biggest cock she'd ever had, and I wondered whether this was part of a show for my benefit. If it was, I wasn't about to complain. It looked horny as fuck.

And then she started talking, which made it even worse. "Oh fuck! Oh my God, Liam, that's so fucking big!"

"Hey, baby, isn't that what you were expecting?" I replied as I slowly pushed deeper.

"I -- I guessed you were big, but not -- not

that

big. Fuck, I haven't had -- anything that big -- in -- in my cunt -- for -- for ages."

"Too big for you, Anna?" I goaded. I guessed this was a game for her. For me, it was driving me fucking nuts.

"Can't you feel -- how much it's stretching me? Christ, Liam, you must -- must be able to feel -- how tight I am? How tight I am -- I

was

, before you -- you stuck your fucking great cock in me."

By now I had about two-thirds of my cock inside her. I was making very slow back and forth strokes, spreading her juices, easing in. Looking down, it was an amazingly horny sight. Yes, it did look like her very trim, pale-pink slit was being split open by my cock, which looked impressively big in comparison with its target. But I guessed that Anna was loving this.

Then I noticed the vibrator, still buzzing on the bed beside her. I grabbed it and gently pressed it onto her clit. She squealed, and her legs kicked up around me.

"OH FUCK! Oh Jesus fucking fuck! Oh my fucking God that's -- that's so fucking intense!"