Constructive criticism welcome. I can't gey better unless I know what's wrong.
I waved good-bye and watched my mom and dad drive away. As soon as they were out of sight, I pulled a cigarette from my purse and lit it.
About a year and a half ago, my parents had decided that they needed a weekend away with no kids. It had been so much fun that they made a regular thing of it. Now, the second weekend of every other month was their designated 'alone time'. That meant that my sister and I had to find a place to spend the weekend.
I usually stayed with my best friend, Sara. She lived four houses down from me with her mom, Angie, and older brother, Bobby. Sara's dad was long gone and her mom let us get away with just about anything. I walked to her house and knocked on the door. Angie answered wearing a sleek, black satin dress that ended mid-thigh and had a low plunging neckline to show off her ample cleavage. The material clung to her like a second skin.
I whistled. "Wow Ms. Angie, you look great. What's the occasion?"
"I've got a date. We're going to that fancy place over on Third avenue." She straightend the dress and pulled it down a little. "Do I really look okay?"
"Hell yeah, you do." I dropped the cigarette and stepped on it before going in. "From the look of that dress, he's going to expect more than just dinner."
"That's what I was going for. I haven't decided just how far I'm going to go tonight, but it never hurts to advertise."
I had to laugh at that. "Well, you definitely have the goods. Whatever you end up doing, I hope you have fun."
"Thanks, sweetie." She hugged my neck. "I have to finish getting ready. Sara's in the shower and Bobby's back there somewhere. Make yourself at home. It pretty much is."
That guy had no idea what he was getting himself into. The shower was running when I passed the bathroom. Bobby's door was open, so I went in and flopped down on the edge of the bed. He was sitting in a beanbag chair on the floor across from me, playing on his laptop. Bobby was one of those guys that every girl wanted to be with. He had a cute face with the same blond hair as his mom and sister. His blue eyes were like a deep pool and when he flashed that perfect smile, even grown women melted. It didn't hurt that he played every sport imaginable and had a god-like body because of it. To top it all off, he was a truly nice guy with a charismatic personality. Almost too good to be true. Like every girl in the neighborhood, I had been in love with him since they had moved in 3 years ago. Of course, I didn't have a chance. Bobby could have any woman he wanted. Why in the world would he choose a 15-year old with medium sized breasts and limited sexual experience?. That didn't stop me from flirting, though.
"Hey Bobby, whatcha doin'?"
"Just chillin'. What are you up to?"
"Waitin' on your sister to get out of the shower." I leaned back on my elbows and opened my legs a little so he could see up my skirt. "What have you got planned for tonight?"
I saw him glance up and take in the sight of my panties. "You're lookin' at it. I'm going to hang around here. J.D.'s supposed to bring some weed by later."
"You're not going out with the bitch tonight?" 'The Bitch', as I called her, was Bobby's girlfriend, Jennifer. She was a senior from our school and she hated my guts. I think she was jealous of how much Bobby liked me.
"You haven't heard?" He sat the computer aside. "We broke up right after graduation. I found out she'd been sneaking around with that preppy asshole, Jared, for months."
My heart skipped a beat and my stomach fluttered. That was the best news I had heard in weeks. I tried to hide my excitement. "I've been grounded for the past two weeks. I'm a little behind on my gossip." Hands folded behind my head, I laid back and started swinging my knee back and forth, widening his view, then taking it away. "I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so. She's a spoiled slut who thinks that she's entitled to everything."
"That's true. It's okay, though. When I found out she was cheating on me, I decided to get a little revenge. I talked her into blowing me and right before I came, I pulled out and shot jizz all on her face and in her hair. She hated getting cum anywhere on her. Said it was 'icky'."
I burst out laughing. "Hahahaha, that's fucking hilarious. Serves the bitch right." I was laughing because it was something she didn't like, but the thought of him covering my face with cum made my pussy wet. "I never understood why you were with her anyway."
"What can I say? She was sexy, rich, and she put out." He grinned.
"That's just like a man. Who cares what she's like on the inside as long as she's hot and easy." I propped back up on my elbows and caught him looking straight between my legs. Even better, he knew I had caught him. Instead of closing them, I spread them wider and gave him my sexiest look."I know you can find a girl willing to do whatever you want who isn't a stuck up bitch."
Sara was walking by and saw me through the open door. She stood with a towel around her, staring at both of us a minute before smiling at me. "When you're done with that, come see me."
I flashed Bobby a wicked grin. "To be continued." Then got up and followed Sara to her room.
She was blowdrying her hair when I got there. I laid on my stomach on the bed, hands under my chin, and watched her. When she was done, she took some clothes from her dresser and let the towel fall to the floor. She wasn't the least bit shy, and with a body like hers, I couldn't blame her. At 16, Sara had already filled out in all the right places. She was 5' 8", with well-toned legs that led to a heart-shaped ass. Her shimmering blond hair flowed more than halfway down her back. She was a carbon copy of Angie, a real-life Barbie. My pussy started to tingle and I couldn't help but stare. I had to admit, if only to myself, I was a little bi-curious. Sara turned around so she could look at me while she talked, giving me a full frontal view of her perky c-cup breasts and blond bush that formed a neat little landing strip.
"You know, if you keep teasing Bobby, he's going to do something about it." She stepped into a pair of shorts and hopped a couple of times to get them all the way up, making her titties bounce. The shorts were so small they could've been used for underwear. Which could've been her intention, since she hadn't put any panties on underneath. They clung tightly to her hips and didn't even come down far enough to cover the bottom of her asscheeks. She pulled a pink spaghetti strap shirt, similar to the blue one I was wearing, over her bare breasts.
"Why do you think I keep doing it. Although, I'm about to give up on him.." I turned around and sat up on the bed. "I mean, how much more obvious could I be? I practically hung a welcome sign over my pussy and he still brushes me off."
She lit a cigarette. "If you want him so bad, just tell him. The worst that he can do is say no." Sitting at her make-up table, she started putting on base. "Or better yet, you make the first move."
It was something to think about. "Maybe I will."
Angie opened the door. "My date's here. Try not to get the cops called on you while I'm gone. And open a window if you're going to smoke in here."
"We'll be good, Mom. You just have a good time." She hugged Angie and kissed her cheek. Angie closed the door. Sara went back to putting on her make-up.
"I take it from your choice of outfit and the fact that your getting all0 dolled-up that you know J.D.'s coming over." I knew the answer already.
"Of course. Who do you think invited him?" J.D. was the same age as Bobby. He wasn't so much Sara's boyfriend as her friend with benefits. They had been fooling around for the last six months or so. She finished her make-up and started cleaning her room, throwing dirty clothes into the closet.
All I could do was shake my head. "I promise you, he doesn't care if you have a pile of dirty clothes on the floor. All he cares about is making the clothes you have on end up on the pile too."
"That doesn't mean it has to look like a slob lives here." She finished cleaning and turned to me. "So you'll keep Bobby company while J.D. and I do our thing?"
"Don't I always?" I laughed.
"Who knows? You might get lucky too."
We talked for another twenty minutes before J.D. arrived. He and Bobby came in and sat on the floor in front of where Sara and I were sitting on the futon.
"So, how have the two most beautiful girls around been enjoying their summer?" J.D. asked as he packed weed into Bobby's glass water bong
"I've been having a blast. Ashley's been grounded most of it, so she's just getting started." Sara brought her feet up and sat cross-legged. From where I was, I could see bare skin where her thigh turned in toward her pussy. I could only imagine how much J.D. could see from his vantage point. Why should J.D. be the only one to get a show, I thought. My legs opened and Bobby, once again, took advantage of my generosity.
"Well, let's get her started right." J.D.held the bong out to Sara. "Ladies first."
"Aren't you a gentleman." She sat the bong in her lap, obscuring his view of her crotch, but made up for it when she bent over to put her mouth to the opening at the top of the pipe, giving him a perfect view down her shirt at her braless tits. He held a flame to the bowl and she filled the chamber with smoke. Removing the carb, she inhaled deeply. She passed it to me and I did the same, filling my lungs with the acrid smoke.
The bong made four rounds before going out. We were all pretty baked by then. Sara looked at me with half-closed eyes and a goofy grin. "I'm so thirsty." Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and she looked very excited. "Mom has some tequila! Let's make margaritas."
"That's the greatest idea I've ever heard." We both jumped up and practically ran to the kitchen. The guys weren't as gung-ho on the idea, but they followed us anyway. Sara mixed the drinks and the boys grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge.
"I have some x if you guys feel like rolling." J.D. pulled a baggie with six pills in it from his pocket.
"If you're payin', I'll take one." Sara held out her hand.
He gave one to both her and Bobby, then looked at me. "You want one?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Might as well." Peer-pressure could be a real bitch. I popped it into my mouth.
Halfway through her second glass, Sara took J.D. by the hand. "We'll see you guys in a little while." They headed down the hall to her room.
I took a big gulp from my glass. "It doesn't bother you that your sister is taking your friend to her room with the intention of, among other things, having sex?"
Bobby turned up his beer. "Not really. She's old enough to make her own decisions. And it's not like he's taking advantage of her. She's fully aware of what she's doing. If anything, I'd say she's taking advantage of him. Don't tell Sara, but I think J.D.'s sweet on her."
"No shit. That's pretty obvious." I refilled my glass. "Fuck! My cigarettes are in my purse and my purse is in Sara's room."
"I've got some." I followed Bobby to his room. He took a pack from his desk and gave me one. He lit it and then lit one for himself. We both sat on the side of the bed and smoked quietly.
When I was done, Bobby put it out for me and I laid back flat across the bed. Stoned and a little buzzed from the alcohol, I stared at the ceiling. The x was starting to kick in. It felt like every hair on my body was standing on end.
Bobby put his cigarette out and lay back beside me. "Man, I'm fucked up."
"So am I." I rubbed my face. We lay there in stoned silence for a couple more minutes before I blurted, "You wanna fuck?"
He sat up. "Where the hell did that come from?"
"Oh come on. You can't tell me you haven't thought about it." I sat up beside him. "We're both single. It could be fun."
"Yeah, sex is fun, but aren't you a virgin?"."
"That depends on your definition of 'virgin'. I popped my own cherry with a vibrator a while back, but I've never had sex." I turned to him and smiled. "You could be my first."
"Are you sure you want to do this? It's not just the x?"
"Isn't it obvious? I've been dropping hints left and right." My panties was already soaked.
"There's a big difference between showing me your underwear and fucking. I just don't want you to wake up regretting this tomorrow."
"You're sweet, but I know what I'm doing." I leaned over and kissed him. He didn't resist. My hand went to his crotch and I felt his hard-on through his shorts.
"Why don't you let me take care of that." I threw my leg over him and pulled up his shirt. Kissing my way across his chest, past his stomach, I hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled. He lifted his ass and boxers and all came down.
As soon as the elastic cleared his dick it sprung out and hit his belly with a *splat*. Precum dribbled from the tip. He looked to be about 7 inches long and a couple of inches thick. Starting at his balls, I made slow, wide, wet licks along the underside.
"Holy shit!" He groaned. "That feels good." He brushed my hair back so he could watch me lick him. I picked up his dick and, looking into his eyes, wrapped my lips around it and took him all the way into my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat, I relaxed and he slid down until my nose was in his pubic hair and his balls were against my chin. I held him there as long as I could before pulling off, keeping my lips tight around his shaft.
My tongue went to work exploring every nook and cranny of his cock and balls. He moaned when I took him back into my mouth and started to bob up and down. His cum came suddenly, filling my cheeks. I swallowed as fast as I could, but some leaked from the corners of my mouth and ran down his shaft. Holding him tight, I drained him of the creamy fluid, licking him clean.
"Oh shit," he panted. "I can't believe I came so fast. Sorry about that."
"That's okay." I squeezed his hard cock. "It looks like you're good to go again."
Moving up, I kissed him hard on the mouth. The drugs were raging in my system and I felt flushed. Bobby rolled over on top of me and pulled my shirt up. He admired my naked tits for only a second before engulfing my rigt nipple with his mouth. One hand pinched and massaged my left breast while the other slid between my legs. I spread them wider, giving him full access. My pussy was drenched. With his hand in my panties, he easily slid two fingers inside my slippery hole.
"Oh god!" I moaned. His fingers moved quickly in and out of me, banging my clit with each entry. He went down and pulled my white cotton panties off. His mouth cover my slit and I felt his tongue slip inside me and slurp my juices. My back arched as his thumb found my clit..
"Oh fuuuck!" I squealed. Eyes closed, I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and ground my pussy against his face. He switched, taking my clit between his lips and inserting his fingers back in my cunt. His fingers weren't big enough to satisfy my lust. At that moment, all I wanted was his cock.
I pulled him up by his hair and kissed him. "I want." *kiss*, "you to," *kiss*, "fuck me," *kiss*, "right now." Finishing my sentence, I held his mouth to mine and reached between us. Grasping his dick, I rubbed the head between my pussylips, mixing my juice and his precum. Feeling his head at my entrance, he thrust forward. I was so wet that he sunk half of his dick into me in one motion.
"Ahhhh!" My pussy stretched to accommodate his girth. He was much thicker than my vibrator. Another thrust got him even deeper. All I could do was gasp as he thrust a third time, sinking his cock balls deep inside me. My eyes were clenched in pain. He began to pump in and out of me and the pain gradually faded, replaced by pleasure. My hips began to move in time with his, his balls slapping my ass with each stroke. He pounded me hard.
I found my clit and rubbed as fast as I could. It felt like every inch of my body was electric. "Oh shit! I'm cuuuummmming!" I squealed and started to thrash around. Bobby's long strokes turned fast and frantic. With a grunt, he buried his dick as deep as he could and filled me with hot jizz. I could feel the warmth fill my loins.
He collapsed on top of me, exhausted. I petted the back of his head as he lay on my shoulder, trying to catch his breath. "That was," *gulp*, "incredible." I panted.
He lifted his head. "You're tellin' me. I've never been with a girl as tight as you." He rolled off of me. His still hard cock slipped from my box with a *squish*.
Warm cum ran from my opening down the crack of ass. I scooped some up with my fingers and put it in my mouth. "Mmmmm, tasty." I went back for more.
Suddenly, he shot straight upright. "Oh fuck! Please tell me you're on the pill."
I giggled. "Yes, silly, I'm on the pill, and have been ever since Mr. Anderson knocked up Rebecca Mitchell." Mr. Anderson had been our English teacher. He always was a little touchy, feely with his female students. Last fall, he had got a 14-year old girl pregnant when he was supposed to be tutoring her. He went to jail and Rebecca was due this summer. Our mom's took Sara and me to the doctor and put us on birth control right after it happened. It wasn't us they didn't trust us, they had said, it was men.
Bobby's cum continued to leak out of me onto the bed. "I have to go clean up." I grinned and stood up, cupping my pussy with my hand to keep from dripping.
"How about you clean me up first?" He asked, eyebrows raised.
"Only if you promise to cum on my face."
"If that's what you want." He sat at the edge of the bed and I sank to my knees, keeping my hand between my legs.
"It is." His cock was shiny with our fluids. Opening wide, I sucked and lick him voraciously. Without even thinking, my hand went to work rubbing my own sex. It wasn't long before I was furiously fingering myself. My other hand worked his shaft in rhythm with my mouth.
His hand took the place of mine on his shaft. I released him from my mouth and closed my eyes as he urgently beat off. It was only a second before the first stream landed on my cheek. The second hit my lips and chin.. By the time he was done, I had spunk covering both cheeks, my lips and chin, and on both eyelids. The sheer dirtiness of it all was more than enough to push me over the top. My hand was a blur on my pussy as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me.
Finally, I went limp. My breath came in huge gulps. After wiping the cum from my face and swallowing it, I tried to get my feet. My knees were weak and I almost fell. Bobby steadied me. "Do you need any help walking?"
"I think I can manage to make it to the bathroom by myself, thank-you very much." I stumbled toward the door.
"Here, let me help you." He pulled his shorts back on and steadied me. He picked up my clothes and, after making sure the coast was clear, escorted me to the bathroom. My head was swimming from the combination of drugs, alcohol, and sex. I cleaned up as best I could and put my clothes on. Sara burst through the door and almost knocked me over.
"Hahaha, sorry." She leaned on the counter and looked at me through bloodshot eyes. "Oh my god! You're glowing. You got laid, didn't you?"
"You're one to talk. You're as giddy as a schoolgirl." I tried to change the subject, and almost succeeded.
"That could be because I am a schoolgirl, or it could be because I just had the best orgasm ever. That boy has talent. But back to you. Did you or did you not fuck my brother?"
"I think the drugs have seriously messed you up." Again, I tried to change the subject, Again, I failed. Maybe it was the fact that I couldn't stop smiling, that gave me away.
"No, no, no, I'm fucked up, but you can't fool me. C'mon, I want details. Did he start it or did you make the first move? Was it good? Did you cum?" She couldn't stop giggling.
"Not now. I'll tell you all about it later."
"You bet your ass you will." She ran her tongue around her lips to wet them. "Oh, speaking of drugs, J.D. wants to know if you guys want to smoke a joint?"
"Sure." We found them both in Bobby's room.
"Are ya'll ready to get high?" J.D. asked.
"Always." We both said in unison, making us laugh.
J.D. crooked his arm and turned the elbow toward Sara. "My lady."
She hooked her arm in his. "Why thank-you, kind sir."
Bobby and I both burst out laughing. "I don't think they need anymore."
"Me, either." Bobby agreed.
As soon as they were gone, Bobby tossed my panties to me. "You may want these."
I tossed them back. "You keep 'em. Call it a souvenir." He put them under his mattress and we started toward Sara's room "But if I ever hear about you showing them off like some sort of trophy, I'll cut your balls off." I kissed his cheek. "K?"
"I know what happened, that's good enough for me. I know you're going to tell Sara because that's what's what girls do, gossip. But I'll keep quiet." J.D.and Sara were sitting in the same places they had been earlier. Bobby and I followed suit, reclaiming our prior seats, as well. J.D. lit a joint and passed it around. We got high and talked a while before J.D. had to go.
As soon as Bobby went to bed, Sara turned to me. "So what was it like? Don't skip on the details."
I told her everything. The sun was up before we finally went to sleep. Before drifting off, Sara mumbled. "I guess we're not the only one's who got lucky tonight." Angie still wasn't home from her date.