Editor's note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content.
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"You have such nice lips. Especially for a guy."
Those enticing words were like a siren's call. I was prepared to dash myself against the rocks of her rosy cheeks and dainty nose, then to drown in the blue of her eyes.
Everyone would stare when Kaylie Campbell walked by, guys and girls alike. She practically oozed sexuality, as if she were made for fucking. Her too-small sweaters and tight blouses struggled to contain the firm globes bulging from her chest. Everyone knew she never wore a bra. She needed no support. Her prominent nipples seemed to be at a constant state of arousal.
Even in the coldest weather, the skirts Kaylie wore came only halfway down her thigh. Rumors were rampant that she didn't wear panties. She had a different pair of heels for every day. They accentuated her elegant legs and gave her sublime ass a gentle sway with each step of her tiny feet. Her thighs begged to be nibbled.
She was neither tall, nor short. Not an ounce of fat could be seen on her supple young body, yet no one would dare say she was thin. In a word, Kaylie Campbell was perfect.
But unlike most earth-bound goddesses, she wasn't stuck-up or a tease. Though she never had a steady boyfriend, a lot of the guys at our community college professed to have enjoyed her treasures. With dreamy eyes, each of them swore that she was everything she advertised, and more. With mysterious secrecy, they all agreed on one thing, however. You didn't want to be there when her father came home.
So when Kaylie took the chair next to me at the library, I knew I had to find out if I might join the ranks of her lovers. She seemed engrossed in her studies. I ogled her proud melons and admired her satiny, auburn ponytail and the slender smoothness of her arms. Despite my exaggerated motions and repeated clearing of my throat, there was not even the least acknowledgment of my existence.
Desperate measures were needed. I knocked my pencil on the floor.
"Excuse me," I said, leaning down between us.
Still no response. She didn't move. Even when my head brushed up her side on the way back up, nudging her breast, she acted as if nothing had happened.
I dropped my pencil again. This time I chased it underneath the table. Her legs were parted. I was sure I could smell her pussy. If she wasn't interested in me, at least I'd satisfy my own curiosity.
"Are you looking up my dress?"
My head whipped around. Kaylie was bent to the side, watching me from underneath the edge.
"Um, I, uh, I sorta dropped my, uh—"
She giggled. I started laughing. Extending her hand, she helped me out from under the library table.
"You're Zack, right?" she said. "Zack Tyler?"
I gaped at her. She knew who I was!
Then she said the words that made my heart turn somersaults. She liked my lips! Such an enticing compliment from the most desirable temptress on campus could not be ignored.
"Would you, um, you know...would you like to go out sometime?"
"Yes. I'd like that, Zack," she said, her blue eyes sparkling and her glossy red smile looking sweet as cherry candy. "How about tonight? My classes are done at 7:30."
"Yeah! Great!" I replied, doing a pathetic job of hiding my unrestrained enthusiasm.
I met her after class and took her to my favorite local Italian place. She was glad I had a car so she wouldn't have to ride the bus home. Kaylie was as enchanting in person as she appeared to be. Bright, funny, and witty, she was easy to talk to. The way she stared at me while sliding the penis-sized breadstick between her lips kept my cock at full attention.
When I pulled up to the curb in front of her house, a typical ranch with a well-kept yard in a nice part of town, she leaned over and gave me a short, affectionate kiss.
"Such nice lips," she sighed.
The lusty scent of her beckoned to me, tempting me to take her the way the fragrance of a flower charms a bee. Whether it was just the mystery surrounding her, or her natural beauty, or the enticing sexuality she exuded—or maybe all of those, and more—I desired her more than any other woman I'd ever known.
She kissed me again, this time opening a small gap that invited my tongue to pry it apart. Our kiss quickly grew passionate, animated. She moaned and whimpered softly as I grew more forceful.
But as soon as my hand started creeping up the inside of her heavenly thigh, Kaylie pushed it away. The shelf of her chest was rising and falling rapidly.
"If you wanted to find out what's under my skirt, all you had to do was ask," she said with crystal clarity.
"Will you show me what you have under your skirt, Kaylie?"
"My room is in the back, on the right. The fence is unlocked. I'll open my window."
Remembering the warnings, I asked, "What about your dad?"
"He'll be asleep by now. You should park down the street. I'll flash my lights twice when the coast is clear."
She gave me a quick smooch, then jumped out of the car, running up to her house.
I couldn't believe my luck! I pulled away from the curb as if I were leaving, then turned the corner and parked. The gate made no sound as I snuck into the back yard. The light was on in the room on the right. It turned off, then quickly on, off, and on. Then it went out. That was my signal.
The window opened silently, and I climbed through. Kaylie had wasted no time. She was already naked. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her smooth, flawless body in the soft glow from a small night light.
Immediately, she dropped to her knees, frantically unfastening my jeans and pulling them down along with my underwear. Clasping my erection with both hands, she covered the crown with her mouth, letting her lips drag back and forth over the broad brim. I moaned in pleasure.
"Ssshhh!" she hissed. "Don't wake Daddy." Then she resumed her oral attentions to my rigid member.
Little-by-little, she moved her hands away, taking me deeper into her mouth.
"Fuck!" I whispered when I felt my cock slip through the narrow entrance to her throat.
Effortlessly, she bobbed back and forth, as if she had no gag reflex at all. She would pull back to titillate my cockhead with her lips and tongue before drawing me deep, her tiny nose nestled in my pubes.
I knew I wasn't going to last long, especially when her fingers coddled my nuts.
"Kaylie..." I gasped a warning, stroking her silky hair.
