I was just eighteen when I moved to the USA and found myself surrounded by girls and boys far more sophisticated than the ones I had known in my small town in Ireland. Raised by strictly religious grandparents, I'd never even had a serious boyfriend. My father had abandoned my mother when she was pregnant, and she had abandoned me to go and live in California with a rock star. Now, just short of my eighteenth birthday. She had sent for me and my grandparents had decided that I should go. But she was a pretty hands-off parent. She was beautiful and sexy and lived a kind of rock star life. She put me on the pill as soon as I got there, made me promise to take it, that was about it for safe parenting.
That's how I found myself enrolled in a California school, where I was to spend a year getting orientated to their educational system and to prepare myself for the Uni tests. I wanted to be a doctor, that was my plan, I'd done first aid and I used to help out on a hospital ward, in my school holidays, helping bathe elderly men... I soon found a more practical use for my interest in anatomy.
I am a small, very slim girl, and I have long curly blonde hair. People say I'm pretty - I have green eyes. I worry about my breasts a lot, as I have quite pointed nipples, and the teats on the end seem quite long and kind of plump. Men talk about my breasts a lot when I walk down the street, and I worry they need to be bigger. They're kind of pert, and firm, and the nipples bounce as I walk along.
They're very sensitive nipples. Often in bed I start myself off by stroking them, then when they tense and harden, and the rich, warm, vibrating feelings start to heat up my tight warm pussy it doesn't take long to stroke my little thing until I get the shivers. I have to be careful though, that nobody's in earshot, as when the shivers come, when I orgasm, it lasts for quite a long time. I have to bite my pillow to stop myself moaning. I guess it's normal to cum like that, for girls, but I'd never actually asked anyone about it. I just writhe and hum and enjoy it for ages, as the rhythmical contractions inside my tight sheath start and rock me with their beautiful, gripping, spasms. I think wicked thoughts as I cum, wicked thoughts about fingers touching me, tongues lapping at me, but I knew they were just fantasies. I was waiting till I was in a serious relationship. I knew that once that orgasm started I'd be a hot little slut. I needed to make sure it was with the right guy.
That came when I got to California. All the boys seemed to want to know me, but Joe was the one who wanted to know me most. He was captain of the football team and Sheba, one of the girls who had befriended me, had told me to beware of him. She said he liked group sex, said she had been at a party where he'd had girls queuing to suck his cock. She tried to tell me Joe loved to fuck, that he specialised in virgins, that the football team and Joe fucked together, but I didn't believe any of it. He was far too charming. And he was beautiful, and handsome.. I didn't believe it. He was sweet and lovely, he called me honey and held my hand, and I thought Sheba was just jealous.
So, Joe and I started dating, wandering hand in hand in the beautiful Californian sunshine.
The first time we kissed he tried to touch my left tit, very gently, inside my clothes, but I shivered and pushed his hand away and told him I was saving myself, and he laughed in this kind of cynical way... but then he got it. He said he'd wait.
And so, I'd go watch him play football and cheer him on. I'd notice how the official cheerleaders, covered in makeup with their breasts half showing and their silly pompoms would try to flirt with him, but he only had eyes for me. I ignored the nasty rumour Sheba related about how one of them, a girl called Esmeralda, would go into the changing rooms straight after the game and suck off all the team, one by one. They couldn't have done, since Joe would invite me to wait outside the changing room after the match, and I never saw girls coming out. And you could always hear all this groaning inside, they were obviously all stretching their aching muscles and stuff. Besides, Esmeralda was a really popular girl, she wouldn't have needed to suck cock.
The other boys never seemed to mind me being there. Very occasionally one of the others would come out to look at me, sitting demurely there, and say hello. Usually, he'd be naked. I'd try not to look at his long, beautiful cock as I chatted, but I'd feel myself going pink, and I'd have this terrible urge to kneel in front of it and just start to lick and suckle on those round firm balls.
I knew what men's cocks were like, I worked as a nursing assistant on an old people's ward at weekends for spending money, but the boys cocks weren't like the ones I saw at work. Some of the old men gave me tips. They all wanted me to bathe them as they said I had the gentlest hands and they wanted me washing their cocks. Apparently most of the nurses wouldn't wash their cocks by hand, so I would soap them gently, getting them really clean, stroking and gentling their small, soft members so they swelled. One of them, I remember, had me do it until he started shuddering and moaning and asking me to kiss it better, when the ward sister called me away. I realised I had really wanted to do it.
My night-time orgasms were becoming a problem. I was having to stop pleasuring myself at about 3am or I just couldn't sleep because the inner spasms were so huge and gorgeous. My mum's boyfriend heard me moaning one night. I was worried if I carried on he might come in and see me writhing and playing with my tits.
Anyhow Joe was sweet and gentle. Occasionally when we kissed he'd put his tongue in, but that was all. Sheba, my friend, still said he was playing me. We'd been dating a whole three weeks and since the tit-touching thing he'd not tried. Sheba said he was like a tiger, waiting to pounce, but I thought she was jealous too.
On the day when everything changed I realised she might have had a point. It was a weird day as we had all been out for a pizza the night before and Ezzie - that's Esmeralda - had said she wouldn't be at the match as she had some sort of family wedding. On the way home Joe had said something about Esmeralda being good for the team's health, and I said to Joe, don't worry, I'll be there.
He laughed and said I knew nothing about men's health, so I him about how I was expected to wash the old men's cocks, that they said it gave them relief for their health. Joe seemed amazed, wanted to know more, got really interested. So, I lied, I told him that I had discovered that if I was quick with my hands the men could unload in the bath, and it made them feel so much better. I told him they loved it and they liked me to suck on their cocks until they got hard. The truth is, I liked exciting Joe. And Joe whispered in me ear that he'd love me to wash all the team's cocks after the match. I gasped and giggled, I thought he was teasing me. I said, 'oh Joe, that would take ages.'
I wanted to sound sophisticated, but he liked the game. 'You'd be a real hero.'
I thought it was a joke, I really did.
The team played the semi-final that day, and they 'd lost so they weren't in a good mood. Big Mike, their coach, whose name seemed odd to me since he was actually a small rather frightening Irishman, had been shouting at them. I knew as I was sitting outside the changing room. He called them all sort of names then he came storming out and saw me sitting there.
'What the fuck are you doing there, Jessie?'
'Waiting for Joe.'
I suppose you and he have been fucking like rabbits and that's why his game has fallen to bits?' He had huge frowning brows like beetles and he looked scary. I wondered why he was called Big Mike.
I was shocked. 'Oh no sir, we haven't at all. I wouldn't.'
'What do you mean, you wouldn't? You mean not at all?'
I blinked. I shook my head. I was really embarrassed that he was asking me.
He was staring at me hard, a gleam in his eye. 'you're not a virgin are you?'
I stared at him nervously. I nodded. 'I'm not gay though,' I said, 'I mean I'm quite good with cocks at work...'
'Oh, good Christ,' said Mike. 'no wonder the poor boy's game has fallen apart. He's dating a prick-tease.'
Tears started to my eyes. 'I'm not a prick-tease. I'm just waiting for... the right moment.'
He sighed. 'Oh really? Poor guy. And I gather Esmeralda's out of town. Well we'll see about that,' and he disappeared back into the changing room.
I sat there for another ten minutes or so. I was upset. Prick-tease. I had told Joe I wouldn't have sex till I was sure he was committed to me. Was that being a prick-tease? Was I ruining his game? Maybe I should wash his cock for him. I'd like to do that. Maybe I should wash all their cocks....
I got up. I thought maybe I should go in and offer. Then Joe appeared.
'Jessie.'
He put his arms around me and I burst into tears. 'Joe, am I a prick-tease...?'
He laughed. He had a bit of a hard laugh sometimes, Joe did. 'Honey, you're beautiful but I... think maybe we should part. Big Mike has been talking to me. I know you wanted to wait but... it's really bad for my game. I can't date a girl who won't pleasure my cock.'
I started to cry, 'but I think you might be the one.' I had some romantic ideas.
