I was on the offense side of our home team. We were just playing for fun, for after the coach had all killed us with push ups and exercises our team escaped to the field where we could play soccer without interruptions. There were a couple of boys on our team, but I didn't mind. Naturally.
Pretty soon we were all worn out, and as everybody was leaving, Anthony came running up to me. I was packing up and was rummaging in my pack for a bottle of water, and pretended not to notice.
"Hey," said Anthony. "Hi," I replied, smiling at him.
Okay, I should interrupt this story here (sorry, readers). I want you to know a little bit about Anthony. First, he is seriously cute. And I've had a crush on him for the last three years, so, hey, I couldn't help feeling a bit cool.
"You did pretty well today, Jules. I mean, with the goals," he said, blushing. I grinned. "Thanks. You were good, too." I wondered where this conversation was heading. I stuck my hand inside my bag and came up with an empty bottle. "Shucks," I said, tossing the bottle into a nearby trash can.
He grinned even more so, and rumpled a hand through his hair. "Um, I was wondering, could I walk home with you?" he asked.
I was surprised, in a good way. In a wonderful way. My mouth answered before I could think. "Sure, I'd love to!"
"Oh hey, great." he replied. We started off the field together. By that time, everybody had left. I walked next to him, and that was when I noticed how big his dick was. I mean, it wasn't huge, but a good size. My cunt started getting wet, a little bit. He noticed me staring at his cock, and gave me a mocking smile. "What's up?"he asked laughingly.
Embarassed, I turned red, but looked him in the eye. "Uh, nothing."
He nudged me with his elbow. "Come on, I know what you're thinking. That's why I wanted to walk home with you." "Really?" I asked. This was not true. I couldn't believe it. I mean, we had been friends before this, but I didn't know he liked LIKEd me. I gulped.
"Sure." He smiled again at me. Was he ever cute when he smiled. I could feel myself melting. My pussy was getting completely, completely soaked. We passed by a long section of fence.
And before I knew it he had taken my hand, and started kissing me. Right there, in the middle of the sidewalk. Thank goodness there wasn't anybody else there. I could feel his lips, which were incredibly hot, pressed up against mine. His tongue just grazed my lips, begging for entrance. I accepted that and opened my lips just a little, and our tongues touched. It was fantastic. We just stood there, kissing, until I remembered we were outside and gently broke apart.
"Come on, let's get to our house. My sister is out for a party, and Mom's on a business trip for three days," I said, eager to do more with him. My pussy was feeling like Old Faithful.
Anthony nodded, smiling. I kissed him shortly on the lips, and we started walking, this time holding hands. I couldn't believe it. Him. The same boy that I'd had a crush on for three years was walking with me, holding hands. We'd kissed. I couldn't wait to make out with him. Sex, even. Maybe. I hoped he was ready for it. I certainly was. My house was next on the block.
I took out my key, and we were just barely in the door when he started kissing me all over again. I headed towards the stairs, up to my room, kissing all the way. His lips felt so soft and hot against mine. My hands traveled over to his chest. I opened the door to my room, and we fell on the bed, still kissing. I let my hands slip under his T-shirt. He let me explore his arms, chest and back before HIS hands went under my shirt, and around my bra. I broke gently away from him.
"Wait," I said. "You're sure you're ready for this?"
"So very sure. I couldn't be more turned on," he replied.
"If that is so, I don't think you would mind me telling you that I've liked you for the past three years," I said, moving close to him and letting him feel my back.
"Same here," he said.
I took off my shirt, and my shorts. He took the oppurtunity to do the same with his. Now we were completely naked, except for my bra, and our underwear. I started kissing him again, more passionately. With each kiss my pussy started getting wetter, and wetter. He took off my bra and let his fingers travel over my erect nipples. I moaned softly. THis was feeling so good. Too good.
I paused to take off my underwear, and take of his underwear, too. Now his perfect cock stood infront of me. I slowly put my mouth over it, and started sucking on his dick.
"Oh..." he moaned. My pussy was dripping wet. I hoped it wouldn't turn into a faucet. After I was finished handling his beautiful cock, he rolled over and I spread my legs apart for him to see my pussy, and for him to stick his beautiful cock inside. He slowly ran his fingers along my pussy.
"OHHHHHHh...." I moaned. I was having an orgasm. Anthony rubbed my clit, and stuck on of his fingers inside....