T.G.I.F
I had never before felt so much excitement and fear for a Friday before. After showering, I did my hair, and applied my makeup. Before dressing, I took a long look into my full length mirror and was happy with my results.
I don't mean to brag, But I knew I had an amazing body and face. I was 5'4, about 110 lbs. Almost all of it was tits and ass. A full 34D cup with hips and ass that matched. A slender waist, strong, defined legs, long for my height, and toned arms. My elective P.E. for high school was yoga. I might not have run as fast as others, but I was twice as flexible. I had curly golden blonde hair that was long enough to cover my tits. Large almond shaped green eyes, full, pouty lips, a heart shaped face, and a dazzling smile. My skin everywhere, was flawless. Perfectly tanned after spring break, with no blemish in sight.
Yesterday, for the first time, I got a Brazilian wax. It was so weird spreading eagle in front on people I didn't know. It was just a random Thursday for them, and they assured me that I would get used to it too, like I was just getting my nails done. I could only imagine the things that they have seen. Nevertheless, I felt as beautiful as I could for this day. Not a hair in sight. After taking my birth control pill, I walked over to my closet for my dress. I chose a white summer dress that tied on the neck and back. On the way, I would defiantly have to wear a cardigan because I chose to arrive braless, and full commando.
My body was already shivering with excitement. I wasn't sure if he knew that I was a virgin, and the first night I met him, could barely construct proper sentences around him. I was a little worried that he would back out if he knew. I was not at all worried that he wouldn't like my body. I was scared shitless that he would think of me as dumb. Dumb people are irrational and they do stupid things. I knew that if he even had a suspicion that I would fuck things up for him, he would end it before it would even begin. I wanted him so badly. Since the night I met him, he occupied my thoughts. I couldn't stop thinking about his fingers. I couldn't help but imagine his tongue all over me. His cock inside me. My fingers became him in every fantasy. I would touch myself and remember his voice. His smirk, but especially those fingers.
I got dressed and checked the clock. I wanted to give myself at least an hour to make it over in time. It was only about a mile, but I didn't want to rush over and worry about me getting there sweaty and gross. I had 15 minutes to leave. I rechecked my purse, making sure I had everything I needed. I told my mom that I would be hanging out with my new friend but was not sure if I would be staying the night. Technically, none of that was a lie. She was so excited that I was adjusting and gave her blessing for whatever. I had a change of clothes, just in case. I had my phone, charger, keys, and fifty dollars in what my mom calls "emergency money." For a cab, for a mugger, whatever.
I headed out the door and started my descent down the hill. It was so curvy and weird. It was all a one-way street, so If you lived pretty downward, but on the wrong end, you would have to drive all the way to the top before you can get home. They kept their roads narrow. Narrow and yellow. As I was walking down their yellow brick road, I heard a loud truck behind me and I got nervous. It sounded like it was growling. I moved myself over as far as I could as it passed. To my surprise, the truck was a new model. All I had seen so far here were old relics. I shook my head, accepting my silly paranoia, and moved downward.
I arrived about ten minutes too early, even with my slow walking. I had a friend of mine that would have loved this extra time. She smoked cigarettes. It always, to me, looked like a waste of time and money. At that moment, I honestly wished I had the habit. It would have given me something to do. I reached for my phone and played on Facebook for a bit. I took off my cardigan at 4:59, rechecked my hair and makeup. When my phone showed 5, I knocked on the door.
He answered wearing a wife beater and cargo shorts. He had a "ken doll is about to fuck skipper" smirk on his face. He motioned me in and I entered his home. It was just us and what I wanted was about to happen. I could smell tomato sauce, or at least, something Italian cooking in the kitchen. My breathing became deep and I knew there was no looking back.
"Take your shoes off and go into the living room" he said. "I'll meet you in a moment."
I walked in and looked at his sectional sofa. This room was large, and the furniture matched quite well to the size. On the side of the couch was a chaise lounge that was covered in a bedsheet. Over that were pillows. A lot of pillows. This is where I knew I was going to get fucked. I walked over to the end and sat down. A part of me was screaming at me to run. He knew too much and this would not be a fair fight. Where will this go? How could it end? I tried to keep my chest from heaving up and down as it felt necessary, and I was scared that I was making a huge mistake. For a moment I tried to come up with an excuse to leave, then I felt something cold on my shoulder.
He was standing behind me and he handed me a bottle of beer.
"Drink this" he said. "It will help you relax." With that, he left again.
I've never really been a beer drinker, but I chugged that down as fast as I could. My nerves were on edge. I was so out of control. When he came back in, my bottle was empty. He chuckled and handed me his. I looked down at the bottle. If I could get just one more down, I would be okay. Not too drunk to be sloppy, but loose enough to let things happen. My mind was partially swimming on the last one and when he returned with a fresh one for himself, mine was about half full.
"Are you okay?" he asked. He genuinely looked worried.
"I'm okay" I said softly. "Just a little nervous."
"Relax" he said. "We have all night. We won't do anything until I'm sure that you're ready."
He walked around and sat next to me on, what would be, our bed. After resting his drink on the coffee table, he put one arm around my shoulder and rested the other on my knee. My overthinking brain froze and my body took control. I didn't care anymore about how dangerous this was. I was feeling his fingers again. One hand was slowly tickling my lower thighs. The other hand was caressing my neck. My body turned into jelly. I moaned and pulled my head back, almost spilling the beer in the process. He saved the bottle in time, then held it on my lips.
"Finish up, Kitten" he cooed, then turned the bottle up. I drank as fast as I could, but a little of it spilled on my chest. He wasted no time and his mouth and tongue were enveloping my front. He sucked all the liquid off and his hand on my neck undid the ties that was holding my dress together. It fell loose and he pulled gently to free my breasts from its barrier to him. His head moved downward, pushing me ever so lightly back against the pillows and started to lightly lick then suck on my erect nipples. I couldn't think. I could only feel his body taking mine.
"You are so beautiful" he moaned as he took his time owning and worshiping my tits. His grabs were forceful, then gentle. He sucked and squeezed. He moved upward and sucked hard on my neck, pushing me farther back, almost laying down. He lowered to his knees, that were now on the floor and pulled my dress completely off of me. I was completely naked, but not afraid anymore. My body was presented to him like a gift. A gift, from the look in his eyes, he was thoroughly enjoying.
His hands gently pulled my legs apart, his hands caressing my thighs, slowly moving south. With a forceful pull, my legs were rested on each shoulder, my back, flat against the sofa, waiting for his next move. His hands rested on my inner thighs, slowly massaging, squeezing, until one hand of his finally covered my pussy and I yanked into it hard. Oh God, how I needed his fingers there. He obeyed. His index finger ever so softly started to massage my clit, while the others grazed upon my lips. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter until I was sure that his hand was drenched with me. His fingers became more forceful, pushing hard against me while one finger slid in, then stopped.
