Chris Young was not having a good day. It was Friday a week past his 18
th
birthday, and he was home alone for the evening. He couldn't get a date to save his life, mostly because he was too scared to ask, but his friends were out tonight. He sat on the couch playing video games, angry and bored.
The front door opened with a slam, he looked over to find his older sister Amanda home from college. "Hey Chris! Thought I'd come home for the weekend. What are you doing home, shouldn't you be out with some hottie?"
"Yeah, right. You know me, Amanda. I'm home, as usual."
"I still have to get you a birthday present. Maybe I should get you a girl!"
"The way things are going I can't even buy one. It is what it is, Amanda." His body language emphasizing his discouragement.
She stopped and took a look at him, then shook her head. "Chris, you just need to put yourself out there. Go to a party, something. It's not like you're a hideous beast or anything. You're actually a nice guy, some girl probably already likes you."
"Riiiight. I wish I could be like you, but, honestly, I just can't. You know me. I shut down in social situations, I just can't do it."
"Well, lucky for you I'm home to keep you company tonight. Pick a flick, I'll make some popcorn for us!" as she attempted to brighten his mood.
This was a reversion back to earlier years at home when they would do this at least once a week. He'd help with her homework and she'd try to get him to go out. He had much more success than she did.
The weekend went by quickly. When she left, she whispered to him "I know what to get you for your birthday now. I'm late, but it'll be the best present ever, I promise!" He just shook his head as she got in her car and left to go back to college.
Two weeks later, his parents went out of town for a 'weekend getaway', as Mom had put it. He'd overheard his Dad call it a 'weekend fuckfest'. At least one guy in the house got laid, he thought. His friends were all out again as he settled in front of the TV.
He heard the door open quietly, then a pair of hands covered his eyes. "Guess who?"
"Satan?" He knew it was Amanda.
"Uh-uh."
"Santa Claus?"
"Close enough. How ya doing, Chris?"
"Ok."
"Chris, this is Theresa, but call her Terri or she'll hurt you. I gotta make a quick run to the store, I'll be back in a bit." There was a blonde standing beside her with a big smile on her face.
"Sure."
He looked over at Terri. Tall enough, blonde, nice looking. He already couldn't speak.
"Hey Chris, whatcha watchin'?"
"Nothing." He couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Chris?"
"Yeah."
"Are you gay?"
"WHAT?" He said in shock.
"Are you gay? I mean, it's ok if you are. If you're not, that's good too."
"I'm not gay."
"Good. Chris, Amanda said you have a problem talking to girls. Do you?"
"Kinda."
"I figured. Look, maybe I can help. I'm experienced with this sort of thing."
"You can't talk to girls?" He responded with a bit of sarcasm.
She giggled. "Oh, I can. Chris, your sister says you're a nice guy. She says you never date, she says you need some help. Here I am, Chris."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Happy Birthday Chris! I'm the present. The girls I hang with have a nickname for me. They call me..." she changed her voice to a bad Ahhhnold impersonation, "The Devirginator!"
"Huh?"
"Look, let me be blunt. We all have our kinks. I happen to like teaching inexperienced men the art of sex. You just need some confidence, some education, and you'll be fine with the ladies. I promise. This won't hurt. I'm going to enjoy it just as much as you, but you have to relax some. Please."
"What about Amanda?" He asked, worried Amanda might interrupt whatever Terri was planning.
"She's not coming back until I text her," she assured him.
He turned and stared at her, his mouth open but no words coming out. She stood facing him, then climbed onto the couch with her legs spread over his as she sat on his lap. She took his chin and lifted it up.
"Chris, do you find me attractive? Do you like blondes? You have to talk sometime."
"Redheads are my favorite." He croaked.
She giggled. "Like your sister? We all have kinks, Chris."
"No! I mean, she's pretty, but, just no!"
"Got you to talk, at least. Now, I agree your sister is hot. But I have a cute face, decent boobs, and I've been told my ass is amazing. Is it amazing, Chris?"
"S-sure."
"How do you know, Chris? Feel it. Grab it. Squeeze it. Then answer me."
His hands shook as he reached up and slid them over her denim-clad butt. "I-it's great."
"You didn't squeeze it. You don't know. What about my boobs? Are they big enough?"
She took her t-shirt off in a quick move. She had a white lace bra on, holding in her 34 B's. She reached back and took his hand, squeezing her butt with it, then sliding it around to her breast.
"What do you think, Chris?"
"Th-they're nice."
"Nice? Just nice?"
"I've got nothing to compare them to." he said defensively.
"Ok, but if a girl asks you if you like any part of her, you need to be far more effusive in your praise. We're just as insecure as you are, some even more. When I ask if you like the way my tits feel, you need to tell me just how amazing and fantastic they are, how no one's could ever be better, how much you want to touch them forever. We'll know you're lying, but it's part of the mating game. Now, try again. Do you like my tits?"
"They're amazing, the best I've ever touched! I love them!" He responded sounding like an automaton.
"Better. A little less robotic would help, but much better. Now take loose my bra." She remarked undeterred.
He reached both hands behind her and managed to get it loose after much fumbling. She reached around and reattached it. "Try again. We're doing this until you can do it in your sleep."
He undid it seven more times, each time it was getting easier and he was getting faster. The last time, she rolled her shoulders forward. "This gesture means she wants you to slide it off her."
His shaking hands reached up, took the straps, slowly sliding them down her arms one at a time. She sat in facing him with her chest bare, her 34 B's sticking out with dark pink hard nipples.
"Now say something, Chris. Use my name. Tell me how much you like them."
"Terri, they're beautiful. I want to touch them, but I don't want to ruin this perfect moment."
"Very good! Now put your mouth on them, lick them, suck them, use your hands. I need you to make me
believe
what you just said."
He leaned forward and just barely licked a nipple, then groaned and put as much of her breast as he could fit in his mouth. His hands ran up her sides, one taking the breast he wasn't sucking, and squeezed, pulling instinctively on her nipple. Terri groaned and pulled his head into her.