My childhood best friend and I were always competing for attention from boys. She was thin and more confident than I was, almost aggressive. I was always a soft round thing, shy around most guys. She had a number of boyfriends and quite a few flings by the time we were graduating. I had dated a couple boys, but never fucked anyone.
At our graduation party, we were sitting on opposite sides of a boy from a different school than ours. My friend was making out with him while I watched and pressed my soft body against him. His arm circled around me, but didn’t grope. When she finally pulled away from him, he smiled and nodded in my direction. “How about her? Can I get a kiss from your friend too?”
My friend pouted and shrugged. I was irritated with her; I knew she thought she was a better catch than me. So I leaned over his lap, pressing my large tits into his chest, and kissed him. I heard him moan in surprise and I heard my friend scoff at us, so I opened my mouth and started making out with the guy.
“Look, if you guys are just gonna ignore me, I’m gonna make out with someone else,” she whined. In response I put my leg over his lap, straddling him as we kissed. He immediately pulled me close, kissing down my neck, ignoring her completely.
I glanced at her, gave her a little smile, and said, “Guess I win this time.”
She glared at me and got up off the sofa. He didn’t notice her at all, just bit into my neck, swirling and sucking, bruising me before asking breathlessly, “Can I unbutton your shirt?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. On the other side of the room my friend was already making out with some other boy as the one I was with began teasing my nipples through my bra. I reached to unhook it and he touched my wrist, saying, “Leave it on. You’re so pretty in that lace.”
Feeling empowered, I resumed making out, rolling my hips against him and grinding in his lap until I felt his erection pushing against my panties. I groaned nervously, excited by what I was doing. His hands dug into my breasts and thighs, and he was whispering, “You’re so soft, goddamn, I can’t believe you’re letting me feel you up. So damn pretty.”
I felt myself getting wet, and was suddenly nervous that I would get his pants wet or stain them. I slid away so I wasn’t resting right on his bulge, and he looked up at me, smiling.
“Are you okay? I’m having a great time… I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I just don’t want to stain your pants,” I blushed at saying it out loud, glad for the blaring R&B music drowning out our words. He raised his eyebrows, then smiled wider. His hands moved to my legs again.
“Are you getting wet?” I blushed deeper, nodding. Then moaned aloud as he kissed and suckled my lacy breasts again, saying, “Goddamn, you’re amazing. I really want to feel how wet you are.” His hands moved all over my thighs but he didn’t reach higher. Just gave me a row of little hickies across my chest, smiling while I made soft excited sounds. I started rocking in his lap again.
“You can touch me if you want,” I hinted. He met my eyes, and stopped teasing me completely for a moment. I felt uneasy, like I’d fucked up.
“You’re a very sweet, sexy girl. And I’m really glad we’ve gotten to fool around like this. But listen to me. You need to be in control of this.” He took a steadying breath. “I want to do anything you want to do. But I need you to tell me plainly that you’re okay with everything that happens.”
Not a douche. Just a horny kid trying to do it right. I smiled at him and kissed him once. “You need my consent, right?” He nodded, still not touching me. I kissed him again and said, in a trembling voice, “I want you to kiss me while you feel how wet I am.” I heard him moan and his arms went around my waist, pulling me in tight. His tongue went wild in my mouth. I lifted my skirt for his hand to slide under, and when his fingers touched my slick panties, I felt him shiver.
“Oh my god,” he breathed against my lips, stroking me through my panties. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet…” He kissed my breasts through the lace again, nibbling at the nipples as I shivered from his touch. All around us people were pairing off. The lights were dim, the music blasting, and my friend was half naked on a chair with some random guy. I felt her glaring at us, but I didn’t care. It was kind of exciting to know she was watching me be treated so nicely. It made me brave.
“Can I touch your dick?” I giggled a little at saying the words, but he didn’t laugh. Just looked into my eyes and asked if I was sure. “Yes. I want to hold your cock in my hands,” I said a little louder, blushing, leaning back on his thighs. He frantically set about untying his drawstring. Now I was nervous. I’d never seen a cock in real life. I hoped it wasn’t like the ridiculous dicks in porn. Excitement bubbled inside me. I leaned close and kissed his neck, biting gently, testing my own teasing powers. Momentarily distracted, he moaned as I gave him hickies back. “Fuck, that feels good.” My hands were moving down to his. I met his eyes, then looked down at his package. A beautiful light brown cock stood proudly for me, swaying slightly with his breath. A drop of precum shimmered atop it. His breath turned nervous, and he held still as I admired him. I wrapped my fingers around him slowly, loving the sound of his whine. He was girthy, heavy, hot. Not exceptionally long, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Looking down at him, I smiled and began a slow stroke downward. His jaw dropped, but he kept looking at me. “You have a beautiful cock,” I whispered. He grinned, and maybe blushed. “It’s so hot… I can feel you throbbing.” My panties were a soaking joke by now, so I used one hand to pull them to the side. “I want your fingers inside me,” I whispered. His hands moved back under my skirt, finding my pussy at once, and slid a finger into my folds. His eyes rolled closed, I released a shuddering breath, and he slowly pushed his wet fingers inside. “God, you’re so soft. You feel amazing.”
Two long fingers eased my pussy open with smooth strokes. It was a million times better than fingering myself. We stroked each other for a few minutes. Just gently teasing, no big movements. Making each other gasp and tremble. More precum gathered on his cock and I played with it, spreading it all over his cockhead with my fingertips.
“You feel so good in my hands. So thick.” He grinned sheepishly, and began rubbing my clit. I gasped and bit my lip, and he froze, but I nodded. “It’s okay. I’m okay, don’t stop.” He watched me closely but continued, making me tremble in his lap. My clit was very sensitive, and often only took a minute or so of attention to make me cum. Which I was quickly coming close to. My hips began moving, and I held his cock greedily in both hands when I whispered, “I think I’m going to cum.”
“I want you to. Do you want to cum?”
I nodded, then said, “Yes… Please make me cum.” He pushed his fingers deeper, holding me close, and rolled my clit gently between his fingers. I stroked his cock with one hand, the other on his shoulder holding me steady. When the first wave crashed into me I collapsed forward, kissing him deeply to hide my moans. My pussy clenched down on his fingers rhythmically, dripping my wetness down his hand as I came with a boy for the first time. It was amazingly empowering. I felt sexy, in charge, and excited. Confident enough to say, “Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah, I do. Are you sure? This is fine, if you’re not ready. I’m fine.” His cock throbbed in my hand, heavy with desire. I knew he wanted to fuck, but he was still so considerate. His voice was even, but strained. I kissed him. Felt his fingers slide out of me.
“I’m sure. I’m on the pill, and I feel comfortable with you. I want to feel your cock inside me.” I paused, and met his gaze. “Do you want to have sex? It’s okay if you want to stop.”
I smiled, he smiled, and said, “I’d love to fuck you.” He unsheathed a condom with practiced hands and rolled it on, his nice thick cock shining in the dark room. We both scanned the room for onlookers, seeing only a few groups around but they were all busy with their own escapades. I did see my friend kneeling in front of a boy, her head bobbing while he smiled and laid back. I turned back to my boy and lifted myself above his cock, holding my skirt away. He put a hand on my ass to steady me and the other hand guided his cock into my pussy.
“Fuck…” I whimpered as I sat down slowly, letting him fill me a little at a time, until I rested in his lap and his balls pressed against my ass. “…fuck…” I panted, my head spinning from taking dick for the first time.
“Are you still alright?” He touched me gently, kissing my chest. “We can stop anytime.” There was absolutely no pain. No blood. I grinned at him and rocked my hips. He moaned and held onto my thighs.
“Your cock feels so fucking good,” I whispered. “Please don’t stop.”
He pulled me down and kissed me, thrusting up at the same time. “You’re so warm and tight. Oh my god, you’re so pretty, how did I get this lucky…” His hands gripped my wide hips as I rode him, not bouncing, just rocking and grinding and sliding. A warm, achy feeling spread inside my pussy. My walls relaxed around him. His cock pushed further into me, and I cried out as he pushed against my cervix. He froze, staring up at me. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, are you okay?” In response I wrapped my arms around his neck and took him as deeply as I dared. He groaned, “Oh… fuck, are you… okay?”
He held me, buried inside, and I said, “I’m alright. You’re just a lot bigger than I’m used to.” I rocked against him, feeling his cockhead circle my cervix, and I shivered. “It’s amazing. I love it.” He pulled me down and bit into my neck, thrusting into me with small movements, barely moving me in his lap. My slick pussy let him slide in and out without any resistance. He called me beautiful, he called me wet, he left marks all over my chest. We were so close together my clit nudged his pelvis with every motion. His thickness spreading me open and the grinding on my clit made short work of another orgasm. I bit my lip and anchored down on his cock. “I’m going to cum again,” I gasped. “Do you want me to cum on your cock?”
“Fuck, yes, cum all over me. You’re so gorgeous when you cum.” He stared up at me as I came crashing down again, clamping down so hard on his dick I forced him out of me. “Shit, baby, you’re cumming hard, aren’t you?” There was laughter in his voice but nothing cruel. He just pushed himself back inside, groaning as I squeezed him. I trembled and whimpered, pushing myself onto him as I came, holding him close and kissing him so I wouldn’t cry out. He held me, he fucked me until I came back down, and then started rutting into me. I’d never felt it before, but I knew what this meant. I kissed his neck and said,
“I want to make you cum. Is that what you want?” He nodded frantically, his brow furrowed and his teeth grinding. He groaned, sinking his fingers into my hips and pushing me down.
“Fuck… yes… oh god…” A pulse rocked through him and he suddenly felt hotter & harder inside me. We both gasped, and he throbbed again, and more cum erupted out of him.
“Oh my god,” I moaned softly. Intoxicated by the feeling of being filled, even though we were being safe. The thought of being claimed, of feeling the evidence of his passion so deep inside me made my cunt throb.
“Oh fuck, Oh god… shit…” he pulsed inside me a few more times, holding me tight to him. I felt warm and full even as he softened. I kissed him as I eased back, and when he finally slid out, the condom had split wide open and his cock now wore it like a ring. We both froze, staring at each other. “Fuck!” he hissed, trying not to panic. Nothing dripped out of me, but I could feel my pussy was slick and stuffed.
“Holy shit,” I put my hand under my pussy, and it came away covered in my own cum, but none of his. I stared at it in awe. His load was still trapped inside me. My heart sped up, and I suddenly wanted him to do it again. Right then.
“I’m so fucking sorry. Fuck, fuck, this is so bad. I’m so sorry…” he looked like he might cry. I wrestled with wanting to comfort him, and wanting to beg him to fuck me again. “I… I don’t know what to do right now, I'm…” I kissed him to shut him up. He didn’t move, but he did kiss back. My full pussy tingled in arousal. “Wait, aren’t you pissed?” His eyes twinkled with threatening tears.
“It’s not ideal, no,” I said with a chuckle. “But I don’t hate you. Condoms break a lot.” He gaped up at me. I smiled. My voice was even. “I’m on the pill. Don’t worry about that.”
“You're… amazingly calm right now.”
That’s because you’ve just awoken my first kink, I thought, but said, “You’ve been so good to me tonight. You made me feel special. And you helped me take control of a very intimidating moment. I really enjoyed having sex with you.” The feeling of his cum inside me turned me on so much. I was a little ashamed of how needy I was again. He chuckled and smiled, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll get a morning after pill, and it’ll be fine.”
“Shit… okay…” He glanced around the room, saw everyone still in the midst of their own fucking, and tucked his cock away. I slid to the side, arranged my skirt around me, and stood up. He held my hand for a moment, saying again, “I’m really, so fucking sorry.”
I paused for a moment and met his eyes. Felt his cum shift deeply inside me, making me ache for another round. I wanted him to bend me over the sofa and fuck me raw, intent on breeding me from the start. I wanted everyone to watch him fill me, as many times as he could, while I begged for more.
“Apology accepted.” I grinned. “I actually… kinda liked it.” My cheeks burned, but I didn’t look away. His eyes widened, and he chuckled once.
“Oh… oh really? Well… fuck.” He shrugged. “Thanks for not hating me.”
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