Back home from Tae Kwon Do, I told Mom I was going out with Steve that evening as I helped her get dinner ready.
"That's nice dear," Mom said vaguely, "we haven't seen him for a while, why don't you have him and that nice friend of his round for dinner sometime. They're such nice boys."
"Nice friend?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yeah, what's his name... Jay? Jim?"
"Joe, Mom!"
"Yes, that's the one, such a good sense of humor. I don't know why you didn't date him instead of Steve, really dear."
"Mom!" We'd had that conversation any number of times over the last couple of years. It exasperated me. Although in light of what had happened with Joe and Steve, perhaps my Mom had a point, I was willing to give her that. Would she be happier if she knew it was Joe that had I'd ended up going all the way with rather than Steve? Maybe she would. My Mom could be a bit weird now and then. Sometimes I really wondered about her!
Dinner was early, Dad was absent-minded, thinking about the business probably, I knew there was a difficult client he was working with that was taking up his time. I helped Mom cleanup, then headed upstairs. I had to pick the right clothes for a movie evening with Steve and that serious talk I had planned with him. Steve texted me just before seven to say he was coming over. My heart was beating a little faster and I still hadn't made up my mind what to wear. Whatever. I slipped into a casual skirt, grabbed a light jacket to throw over my t-shirt and ran down the stairs just as the doorbell rang.
"See you later Mom."
"Bye Hayley, enjoy yourself dear. Don't stay out to late."
"Okay Mom."
It was Steve of course, looking like a puppy dog, all big-eyed and eager. I forgot all about serious talks as the door closed behind me and threw myself into his arms, my arms going around his neck, holding him tight.
"I missed you Steve, I really missed you." I started to cry, mostly out of relief. "Why didn't you call me, I was so worried about you." I looked up at him, tears flowing. "Can you forgive me Steve?"
He held me tight, kissing the top of my head, one hand stroking my hair. "It wasn't your fault Hayley, it was mine. I never was any good at standing up for myself."
Well, that was one thing we agreed on but right then and there I didn't care. I was just happy to be in his arms again. "Joe called me up and apologized, said he'd been a real dick and he was sorry." He shook his head. "He really was, I mean, I was really upset with him, but he really meant it, he said he was going to apologize to you too."
"I don't care about Joe," I sobbed, "do you forgive me Steve?" I was still crying when I looked up at him.
"If you can forgive me Hayley?" He was sniffling too. "I love you Hayley." His arms were around me, holding him tight. He must have really forgiven me. I could feel his erection pressing against me and the feel of it made more than my eyes wet. His lips touched mine and he kissed me gently as I clung to him.
"Are your parent's home tonight?" I sniffled.
"No, they're off at a conference."
"Let's go watch that movie then."
It didn't take long to get to Steve's parents. We walked inside hand in hand, boyfriend and girlfriend again. I was almost floating as he closed the front door behind us. He led me into the family room and picked up a DVD. I just looked at him. No, I didn't want that serious talk. I wanted Steve.
"Steve?"
"Yeah Hayley?"
"Ummm, let's forget the movie. Come here." He looked puzzled. I almost giggled. "Umm, Steve, we're at your house and there's nobody else home, right?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"Well?" It was a tossup between screaming and giggling.
Instead, I took the third option and dropped to my knees right in front of him and started unbuckling his belt, undoing his jeans, dragging them and his boxers down to his knees. I'd never been this forward with him before but sometimes you just have to be direct to get what you want. And right then and there I wanted Steve. I wanted him to forgive me and I wanted him to fuck me. His cock sprang out and slapped me softly in the face. Yes! He was definitely ready for what I had in mind.
One of my hands seized his cock while my other hand rested on his hip, balancing myself as I opened my mouth and engulfed his cockhead.
Jesus, I'd never been this direct before and I was almost embarrassing myself but I really wanted him. I heard Steve suck in his breath with a contented sigh as my mouth closed on him and my tongue slipped under his cockhead, licking around the base of his glans and then sliding on his shaft as I began to slowly bob my head on him. His hands moved to rest on my head, stroking my hair as I made a little humming "mmmmm" of happiness while I worked on him. All was right with the world once more.
I did my best, my fingers wrapped around his shaft, wetting his length with my saliva so my hand slid on him, swirling my tongue around him, teasing the underside of his cockhead with my tongue, making sure that I worked on the most sensitive parts of his shaft, moving my lips on his length, stroking him with my hand. I knew I could do this until he came in my mouth. We'd done that a dozen times before but this time I wanted more. I wanted Steve to really fuck me, not just a quickie like he had that weekend three weeks ago. I lifted my mouth from him before he got too excited, even though his hands tried to keep me there.
"Finish getting undressed Steve."
"Huh?"
Honestly, sometimes he was just slow! "Steve, take your clothes off and just fuck me, okay!" I peeled my t-shirt off over my head, pushed my skirt down, wriggling it off at the same time as I lay down on the huge sheepskin rug his parents had conveniently bought years ago. I loved the soft feel of that rug against my skin as I slid my panties down and off and lay there, naked, watching him. Steve had finally gotten the idea and was busily undressing himself. Another thirty seconds and he was down beside me and we were kissing and his hand was where I wanted it, right between the legs I eagerly parted for him. I was already wet. Wet with the excitement I'd been feeling since I felt his erection pressing against me outside my parent's front door. My hand was already stroking his cock as his finger slid easily inside me.
I half-moaned, it just felt so good as he fingered me slowly. I smiled up at him, my hand slowly stroking his hard length. We had all the time in the world and tonight nobody was going to interrupt us but still, I didn't want to play around, I wanted his cock inside me, not his finger. I urged him towards me, half turning towards him, hooking a foot behind his thigh, trying to guide his cock to my eagerly waiting sex. He didn't get it. He was busy fingering me and his mouth was sucking on one of my breasts and while that was all good, I didn't need him to get me ready. I WAS ready! More than ready! And so was his cock.
