Chapter 1
The couple bumped into the end table and lightly chuckled to each other as they continued to make out on the move, pawing at each other, and the buttons of their clothes. The woman, Svetlana, 'Lana' as she preferred, the 20-year-old college junior picked up the freshman boy at the student union. It had been easy to pick him up, she knew what she looked like; 5'6" tall, athletically toned and thin, firm c-cup breasts, long straight shiny platinum blonde hair, a pretty face, maybe a jaw that was a little too strong, but her best feature was her eyes, bright sapphire blue eyes that drew people's gaze from across the room. She'd picked up the boy with almost no effort.
He was a nerd, not ugly, but nothing stood out about him in a crowd. He was 5'8" tall, lanky, and thin, with dark, short, curly black hair, brown eyes, and a big nose; she thought his name was Kyle. She loved giving the less-than-desirable person at the party a chance. They worshipped her, did whatever she wanted, talked fondly about her afterward, and remembered her for the rest of their life; she loved it.
They moved through her parents' mini-mansion. They had been in Russia for the past two weeks and were likely to be there for another two weeks. Her brother, Anton, was likely home, he was always home, but rarely left his room; she didn't understand why. He was tall, muscular, and hot, but had no confidence. She pushed her 'date' up against the wall and attacked his neck, planning to leave a hickey. The boy in turn, with no confidence, reached up and touched her breast through her shirt. She could sense he expected her to slap it away at any moment, but she just smiled inwardly.
She finished unbuttoning his shirt, pulled it open, and kissed his chest and nipples. He had no muscle mass. "Yes, Lana! That's nice." He said with youthful enthusiasm. She shivered at the praise.
She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled him quickly through the hall and into her room. She flung the door closed without looking, pushed Kyle onto the bed, grasped the button of his jeans, and opened them. He was wearing plain-looking tighty-whities; he needed to update his wardrobe. She knelt on the floor between his legs, grabbed the jeans and underwear, and pulled them down quickly, freeing his dick. It was fully erect and not very large, maybe four and a half inches, circumcised, and likely having never been groomed.
She leaned in and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue circled around the head, lips wrapped around his cock. She felt his hands on the back of her head, running his finger through her hair and guiding her on his cock. When the man knew what he was doing, generally she was fine with being controlled like that, but Kyle didn't, so she gently moved his hand away and placed it back on the bed. But, she didn't stop sucking and licking.
Eventually, she pulled off his cock, and licked her way down, taking his balls in her mouth while she stroked his cock. She looked up toward him, trying to catch his eyes, but they were closed tight, it seemed like he was trying not to cum. She moved up onto the bed next to him and kissed him. Trying to calm him down a little bit, so he didn't cum too quickly. His tongue darted into her mouth. She kissed him back while stroking his cock.
They continued to make out, and as she stroked his cock, he struggled to open her jeans. She took pity on him, stood up, and started to strip. She pulled off her spaghetti strap white belly shirt, revealing a plain-looking emerald green bra that made her tits look incredible. Then she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them slowly down her legs. In all fairness, he'd have had trouble getting them off her as they were very tight. It was a little hard to look sexy as she peeled them off while trying to stand, but his inexperience and her sexiness kept him fixated on her. Then she stood before him in a matching green thong and green bra, just letting him look for a bit.
She then finished removing his pants, underwear, and socks, as he removed his shirt, leaving him naked on her bed. She then removed her bra as sexily as she could; the way his eyes bludged when he saw them thrilled her. She then slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and slid it down to the floor, revealing her pussy with a small blonde landing strip above her slit. His mouth hung open and his breath became a little ragged. She smiled seductively down at him, then crawled next to him on the bed, kissed him deeply again, and then whispered, "Lick me," as she pushed his head down.
He seemed a little shell-shocked but moved at her direction. He knelt in the same place she was in earlier, placed a hand on each thigh, and slowly moved his face into her sex. He licked his lips then took a deep sniff, closed his eyes, and licked once up her slit. While almost any touching down there gave her some pleasure, he was bad at it. No rhythm, licking in random areas, not using fingers, and not finding her clit, but he was enthusiastic.
As she raised her head to look down at him and offer some suggestions, she caught something at the door. She must not have closed it all the way when she'd entered her room. She saw the eye of her brother spying into her room and she could tell by his subtle movements that he was whacking off to her. That sent a shiver through her that had nothing to do with Kyle's tongue; the thought of being watched excited her, and the thought that it was her brother seemed to excite her even more and she moaned out, likely giving Kyle a confidence boost. She tried to avoid looking too hard at the door to avoid scaring him off.
Kyle was not getting her going, so she told him to come back up on the bed. She lay him down, then she grabbed a condom from her end table, rolled it onto his cock, and mounted him in such a way that she could be in control and where someone watching from a crack in the door could see her. She smiled to herself broadly as she slid his cock into her. She bottomed out on his dick and left it there as she ground around his hips, slowly starting to move up and down.
Kyle reached up and roughly grabbed her tits, again with no technique, but luckily for him she liked it a little rough. The way his eyes and mouth were tightly stretched back showed he was fighting off cumming. Lana wasn't close, so she looked at the door crack and saw the eye was still there. She thought about her brother, about his body, about being watched, about being worshipped, and that got her much closer to orgasm than any of the physical efforts of the freshman under her.
She reached down and stimulated her clit on her own, rubbing furiously as she stared at the door. It must have scared her brother as his eye went wide and disappeared from the door; that annoyed her a little. She rubbed and rode for a handful of seconds, before Kyle moaned loudly, grabbed her hips, and thrust up while cumming. Then he went limp. Lana was close, so she kept using the rapidly deflating cock. She moved fast, then closed her eyes and imagined someone else under her. It didn't take long before she screamed out to the room, cumming onto Kyle's groin.
She then fell off him limply, landing on the bed next to him and giggling. "That was pretty good. Your first time?" She asked, knowing the answer based on his skill.
"Ye... Yes," he stammered. "Was it okay?" He asked nervously.
Lana arched her eyebrow at him, "You want all the truth or just the good stuff?"
"Ummm, ah," he stammered again, "There was good stuff?" He asked hopefully.
Lana smirked, "A little."
He let out a deep breath and said, "Okay... Tell me."
"You're good at kissing. I'm guessing that's all you've done before, but it shows you can learn. Also, your hands are soft but strong. A nice grip on the ass or breasts is nice. Unfortunately, your tongue is not as talented. You have no technique, you need to improve and improve by a lot."
