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“You’re such a priss, Erica,” Jenna said snidely.
“Oh my God, no I’m not,” she squealed while giving everyone at our lunchroom table an appalled look. “I’m not a priss because I don’t like the taste of it,” she said defensively.
“You've been with how many guys, and you still won’t swallow it? That makes you a priss in my book,” Jenna shot back.
“I take care of my boyfriend, and trust me, he has no complaints,” Erica retorted.
“You’re lucky he goes to San Dimas and not here, otherwise, he’d be mine by now,” Jenna said, a sly smile crossing her lips, while she gauged Erica’s reaction to her thinly veiled threat.
I listened intently and wisely kept my mouth shut while pretending to pick at my disgusting cafeteria chef salad. When the two biggest sows in the pigpen decide to fight, the smartest move was to stay out of their way, lest you get caught in the ensuing collateral damage. Just the threat of stealing your best friends’ man was shocking to me. However, everyone seated at the table knew Jenna was just vile enough to do it.
“What do you think Danielle?” Erica said, in an attempt to deflect some of the flak away from herself and possibly redirect it elsewhere.
I watched as Danielle looked at Jenna apprehensively. I could tell she didn't appreciate being drug into the middle of this seminal squabble.
“Well… it’s not something I particularly enjoy. However, I don’t despise the taste enough not to do it,” Danielle said, diplomatically.
“See I told you…”
BZZZZ. The bell rang which cut Jenna off and announced that lunchtime was over and we needed to begin making our way to fifth period.
“Tomorrow we’ll have to get Mel’s opinion on this subject,” Jenna smirkingly said.
I looked down blushing while Erica gave me a condescending sneer.
Danielle shot both of them a ‘back off’ look which immediately shut them up and ended their little joke at my expense.
“Don’t listen to them Melanie. C’mon, let's get to class,” Danielle said, as she took the lunch tray out of my hand and dumped it into the garbage can.
I watched as Jenna and Erica whispered and giggled under their breath while walking away from us and towards their next class.
I was so fed up with their snide little comments. Two weeks earlier I had made the mistake of admitting to them that I was still a virgin and since that fateful day, they talked about nothing but boys and sex during our entire lunch break.
Danielle and I silently walked out of the lunchroom and down the hall towards our fifth-period math class. I was still fuming and I knew I was going to be in a foul mood for the rest of the day.
“Don't let what they said bother you, okay?” Danielle said as we walked towards our class.
“That's easy for you to say, you've done all the things they're talking about.”
“You're not as old as we are Mel and you have plenty of time to do that when you're ready.”
“They talk to me as if I was a child though and you don’t what that feels like.”
“They’re bitches and you can't let what they say affect you like this.”
“Yeah right, you’re the most popular girl in school who's dating the star quarterback, you have it made.”
She shook her head and gave me an exasperated look.
“You’re lucky I like you and you help me with math, otherwise I'd be kicking your stubborn little ass,” she said while giving me a big smile and a little hug.
Danielle was my best friend and she looked out for me like the big sister I never had.
This was the counselor's fault anyway, I reasoned. At the beginning of the year, I was told that I had really high test scores in math and our counselor wanted to place me in a math class with the older students. Unfortunately, that also meant that I had to eat lunch with them which subjected me to this daily torment of cafeteria sex talk. Unlike math, sex was a subject that I knew very little about.
Even though they were raging bitches, Jenna and Erica were two of the most popular girls in school. Jenna was captain of the cheerleaders and Erica was her nasty little minion. Even though I despised them for the way they treated me, I also envied them because they were just so damned refined and sophisticated. They only wore the best clothes, went to the best parties, and dated the most popular guys. They were ten rungs ahead of me on the social ladder and it felt like I’d need a decade to catch up with them.
The only bright spot in my miserable existence was Danielle. Because she was the star point guard on our school's basketball team, she was incredibly popular. Yet, she didn't use her popularity to hurt people like Jenna and Erica did and I admired her so much for that.
On the first day of math class, we sat together and she secretly confided in me that she struggled in math and asked for my help. I guess she thought she owed me because she constantly looked out for me whenever we were together, like today, when Jenna and Erica were picking on me.
I knew that if I was going to be accepted into their little social group and be popular like they were, I had to lose my virginity. Unfortunately, that presented me with another problem. Even though they were popular; Jenna, Erica, and even Danielle had reputations of being very ummm… slutty. The guys at school had really big mouths and the minute they got a girl into bed, they bragged about it to all their friends, and within hours, everyone knew.
There had to be a way to have sex and get the experience I wanted without everyone knowing about it. This was just like one of those complicated math problems I had to solve every day. I just had to think about it for a while and then come up with the solution.
“How was your day today honey?” My Mom said as I walked through the door.
These bitches at school were ridiculing me, Mom. How was yours?
“It was okay, I guess.”
“How did you do on that big math test you told me about?”
I rolled my eyes.
“I did fine Mom.”
She gave me a stern look.
“You know I hate it when you do that.”
Just then, we heard a loud crash that came from the back yard.
“Darn those boys, I've already told them twice to be careful out there.”
They're assholes Mom, what do you expect?
“You know how they are when their friends come over and they're playing basketball.”
“Would you go out there and tell them to come inside.”
It took everything in my power to keep from rolling my eyes again.
I got up and walked through the living room towards the door that went to our backyard. Three years prior, my Dad made the mistake of pouring a concrete slab next to the pool and putting up a basketball net. Since then, our back yard became the official ‘hardwood’ of Glendale.
I opened up the door and stepped outside.
“What do you want runt?” my oldest brother Todd said, which elicited chuckles from my two other brothers and their friend.
“I want you to stop acting like an asshole for a couple of minutes,” I said saucily.
That elicited even bigger laughs and a couple of high fives from the other onlookers. My other older brothers Scott and Jim really looked up to Todd, so when I got in a good zinger like, it felt especially good.
“Mom’s pissed because you're banging into the garage again and she wants all three of you to go inside so she can chastise you.”
“Well, I know she didn't say pissed, she probably said something like darn it or dang it,” Jim said, smiling.
“Trust me, she was thinking assholes, she just didn't say it.”
That got all three of my brothers smiling. My mom is very religious and never used profanity, no matter how mad she got. The rest of us swore enough to make up for her, though.
“Don't touch the ball while we're gone runt, or I'm throwing you into the pool when we get back.”
“Whatever Todd, just get inside and take your admonishment, and since your retarded ass probably doesn't know what word means, I’ll explain it to you when you get back out here.”
“You’re getting thrown into the pool as soon as I’m done talking to Mom,” he said, before shutting the door.
I rolled my eyes.
“How are you doing today Melanie?” Todd’s friend Anthony said softly.
I shot him a dirty look.
“Isn’t there another house around here you could be terrorizing?”
“Hey, take it easy. I was only asking you how your day was.”
I looked into his soft, gentle eyes and realized I was acting like a bitch for no reason. He wasn't one of my smart ass brothers, and he always treated me really well.
“I'm sorry Anthony, I had a good day, how was yours?”
We made small talk for a few minutes which gave me an opportunity to sneak some glances. It was a hot day and he had taken off his shirt to combat the searing Southern California heat. He stood in front of me wearing only gym shorts and high top sneakers. It was the first time I really noticed his long, lanky, tanned body which was covered in sweat from the strenuous physical activity. He was actually kinda… sexy. He had short, wavy brown hair and he was sorta handsome, in his own way. He was way older than me, but maybe… just maybe…
I heard the guys open the door and they joined us on the court.
“Who let you out of the kitchen runt. Why don’t you get your ass back inside and help Mom finish cooking my dinner.”
“Do you want one turd in your soup tonight Todd, or two?”
The boys busted up laughing again as I opened the door. I turned and snuck one more look at Anthony before going back inside to help Mom.
The next day was Saturday and like usual, I was procrastinating. I had some homework that I should be doing, but instead, I was watching TV and enjoying the peace and quiet of having the house to myself. My brothers were outside in the pool, my mom had gone to the market, and my dad was at work. That was probably the best thing about having a pool in our backyard. If my brothers were outside splashing around and dunking each other, they weren't inside picking on me.
I was flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the front door.
Probably another of my brother's mongoloid friends who had come over to foul our pool.
I opened the front door.
“Hi Melanie,” Anthony said in a gentle voice.
“Hi Anthony, it’s great to see you again,” I said sweetly, “come in.”
He gave me a quizzical look.
“It's… Ummm… nice to see you too Melanie.”
“All my friends call me Mel.”
“Okay,” he said, as we exchanged nervous smiles in the doorway.
I studied his face; he looked so anxious and apprehensive.
This might be tougher than I thought.
“Your brothers… Ummm... invited me over to swim, are they around?”
“Yeah they're out back in the pool, but you look really hot, would you like some iced tea?”
He gave me another confused look and then quickly scanned the perimeter, no-doubt looking for my brothers. Thankfully, it was impossible to see into the backyard from the foyer.
“Ummm... Yeah, I guess so.”
He followed me into the kitchen.
“Have a seat at the table, while I get the tea.”
I could feel his eyes on me as I filled the glasses with ice from the door of the refrigerator, and then poured the tea from the large pitcher.
I handed him the glass and then sat down beside him.
“So, how are your classes going?”
“Okay, stop. You're freaking me out.”
“How am I freaking you out?
“You know… this… this whole thing.”
“I can’t get one of my brother's friends a glass of iced tea and ask him how he's doing?”
“You've never said more than two nice words to me since I've known you… and…”
“And just being in a room alone with you, that’s enough to get my ass kicked if your brothers knew, so you had better start telling me what this is about.”
I look down sheepishly.
“I want to learn about sex.”
“And you want me to teach you? Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”
“What's so wrong with you teaching me?”
“This whole thing is wrong, on so many levels.”
I gave him a few moments to calm down; agitating him like this wasn't going to get me what I wanted.
“First off, I have a girlfriend, do you know that?” he asked.
“No, I didn't.”
“Well, I can assure you, she wouldn't think much of this conversation.”
That brought a little smile to our faces, so I knew I still had a chance.
“The next problem is the three guys who are swimming in the pool back there, who just happen to be my best friends.”
“We could be careful, and they’d never find out.”
He gave me an exasperated look.
“Even if they weren't my best friends Melanie, you don't mess around with the little sister of the three nastiest rats in the shithouse.”
That brought a big smile to my face because that's exactly what they were.
We silently sipped our tea for a few moments. I was losing the battle, and I desperately needed to turn this around.
“Okay, Anthony… You don't think I’ve noticed the way you look at me when you’re here?”
He looked down self-consciously.
“You're beautiful, and I'm a guy, of course, I've noticed you.”
I could feel myself blushing. It was the first time that anyone called me beautiful.
We looked into each other's eyes.
“Fortune favors the bold Anthony, and sometimes you just have to take what you want.”
He gave me a disconcerted look.
“You're making it really difficult for me to do the right thing here, I hope you know that.”
I gave him a self-assured look that I very clearly wasn’t feeling inside.
“I'll put my cards on the table, Anthony. It's either going to be you, or my second choice, but one way or another, this is gonna happen.”
I hadn’t thought this through enough for there to even be a second choice, but he didn’t know that, and hopefully, he wouldn't call my bluff.
He paused for a few moments as he thought.
“I'm taking my life into my own hands here, but okay.”
I gave him a big flirty smile. Victory!! It also taught me a valuable lesson that I’ve used many times thereafter. If you appeal to a man's base instincts, more often than not, you'll get what you want.
It was Monday and I agreed to meet Anthony after school at his house. It really was the perfect location because he was an only child, and his parents both worked.
I felt bad lying to my mother, but under the circumstances, I really didn't have much of a choice. I told her there was a new tutoring program after school in the library and I could get the service hours I needed for the National Honor Society by assisting other students. She loved that I was ‘helping’ my peers and agreed to let me do it, as long as I was home for dinner. It was perfect because it gave me a solid two and a half hours where no one would question my whereabouts.
The only problem with my perfectly devised plan was my very nauseous stomach that was in no way cooperating. I was so nervous and apprehensive; I knew if I didn't settle myself down, I was going to vomit. Needless to say, it was very difficult to get through the day. I found it nearly impossible to concentrate in my classes, and even Jenna and Erica's sex talk and snide comments didn't seem to bother me.
“Mel, are you sure you don't want to go to the nurse?” Danielle said, with a concerned look in her eyes during our math class.
“No, I'll be fine. I think I just ate something bad for breakfast.”
“Your face actually has a green tint to it.”
“Just get your math problems done Miss nosey,” I said, while gently rubbing her thigh.
She gave me a soft smile, shook her head, and got back to work. She was right, though, I probably should be in the nurse's office. I was just hoping I had the guts to go through with this.
I very hesitantly knocked on Anthony's back door. Even though he lived a block over, we thought it would be wiser for me to use the backdoor instead of the front, just in case somebody we knew walked by.
I watched as the door opened.
“Hi Melanie, come on in.”
I stepped inside and we walked through a small hallway, past the washer and dryer, and into the kitchen.
“Do you want something to eat, or drink?”
Eat? Do you want me to vomit all over you?
“No thank you, I'm fine.”
A few moments of very awkward silence passed.
“Would you like to… ummm... watch TV?”
Oh my, God Anthony, are you trying to kill me?
“No, let’s just… you know… ummm…”
“Okay Melanie, I've got to be honest with you, it normally doesn't happen like this. I’ve never had a girl just show up at my back door and then want to get laid, you know?”
I looked down feeling deeply embarrassed.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
“I'm sorry Anthony, I... you know... this is my first time and I… I… have no idea how this is supposed to work... and I'm incredibly nervous, but I didn’t mean to weird you out or make you feel uncomfortable... it’s just that…”
I was seconds from breaking into tears.
He took my hand and looked into my eyes.
“Melanie stop. It's okay, and I'm sorry. C’mon, follow me.”
He continued to hold my hand as he led me out of the kitchen and into the living room. I would love to describe their furnishings, decorations, and wall colors, but honestly, I didn't even look. I felt nauseous and dizzy and I was hoping I wouldn't pass out as we walked up the stairs and into his bedroom.
We faced each other and looked into the other's eyes for several seconds.
“I'm going to get undressed in the bathroom,” he said. “Why don't you get undressed and then get under the covers, okay?”
I watched as he walked out of the bedroom closing the door behind him.
I very quickly removed my clothes, slid under the covers, and pulled the blankets up to my neck, making sure none of my naked body was exposed.
And I waited… and waited… and waited… and waited… and waited…
It was probably only about a minute, but it felt like hours.
Finally, the door opened, and Anthony walked into the room naked, carrying a towel.
I questioningly looked at the towel in his hand, and then back up at him.
“It's for if you… you know…”
“I understand,” I said softly.
I also looked at his penis. It seemed kind of long and sorta thick, but I didn't really have a base of reference to judge it by. I then remembered Jenna and Erica very shamelessly discussing the size of their boyfriend's cocks at lunch and I recalled them saying they had even measured them.
I tried to make an educated guess. Did Anthony look like he was five inches, or six inches, or...
Anthony's voice broke me out of my deep reflection.
“Can you slide over Melanie?”
I very quickly slid to the far edge, and he pulled the covers back, while still ensuring that my naked body was still covered. He then laid the towel down in the middle of the bed.
He slid in beside me and I hesitantly slid towards him, ensuring that my bottom was on the towel.
He leaned in and very cautiously kissed me. I loved kissing guys and normally I was really good at it, but this time, I was so nervous and apprehensive, we probably looked like two fish hitting glass.
I tensed up when I felt him touch my breasts.
“You need to relax a little Melanie; this is supposed to be fun.”
“I'm having a really good time Anthony.”
That was a lie, and we both knew it.
His hand traveled lower, and I shivered when he touched my stomach. Thankfully, I didn't feel like I was going to throw up anymore, but I still felt sick from being so nervous.
His hand traveled further south and I could feel my pubic hair brush through his fingers. I had to fight the intense desire to close my legs and deny him access to the most private part of my body.
He continued to kiss me as his fingertips lingered over the lips of my vagina. His mouth retracted from mine and he whispered into my ear.
“God you have such a sexy body Melanie.”
“Thank you,” I said shyly.
I couldn’t help but think that his fingers and sensual words should be turning me on and getting me into this, but they weren't, and he knew it.
“You should be getting more… never mind… let's try something different.”
“Okay,” I said hesitantly.
He rose and stood beside the bed and pulled open a drawer on his nightstand and produced a big jar of Vaseline. He then reached back into the drawer and pulled out a condom.
I look down at his very erect penis, and I was a bit taken aback. It looked a lot bigger now compared to when it was flaccid when he walked into the room. There was also a clear liquid oozing out of the slit in the head. Even though what we were doing wasn't working for me, it was obviously doing a lot for him.
I observed him tear open the little foil package and pull out the condom. He then rolled it down the length of his cock. I continued to watch as he opened the jar of Vaseline scooped out a large dollop and rubbed it over his condom encased penis.
He got back into the bed and moved between my legs which I hesitantly opened wide for him while ensuring that my bottom was still centered on the towel. He scooped out another large glob of Vaseline and rubbed it over my aperture.
“I'm going to go really slow, but it still might hurt. If there's too much pain, just tell me, and I'll stop, okay?”
He reached down and rubbed the head up and down my vagina before positioning himself at my opening. I felt him splitting my lips and then push forward slightly until his progress was halted. He took a deep breath and I felt a sharp surge of pain as he pushed forward again and I could tell he had worked himself inside of me. There was some discomfort as he continued to slowly push inside of me, but nothing like the sharp pain I had felt a few seconds before. Moments later, I felt his balls rest against my bottom and I knew he was completely inside of me. He laid on top of me, remaining motionless, letting me get used to this very new sensation.
“Are you okay Melanie?”
“I'm all right.”
“I'm going to go really slow, and remember, if you want me to stop, just let me know.”
I felt him begin to move backward and then slowly push forward again. There was still a little bit of discomfort, but not really much pain, so I could handle it. Very gradually, I could feel him picking up the pace and moving in and out of me a little more rapidly. I looked up and watched his face intently. His eyes were tightly closed and it looked like he was in another world. He began to let out little moans and grunts, and I could tell he was really getting into it.
“God you're so fuckin’ tight’,” he said, almost to no one in particular, because he appeared to be off, somewhere else.
He began to thrust into me harder and I wasn’t entirely certain that he knew he was doing it because it seemed to be an almost unconscious act. As the hard thrusting continued, the discomfort increased, but I didn’t feel it was bad enough to make him stop and ruin this experience for him. He continued to slam into me and his body began to stiffen, and his breathing changed. His solid trusts turned into short little pumps and I thought he might be cumming, but I couldn’t be sure. Without warning, he collapsed on top of me.
I could feel him soften inside of me and a few seconds later his breathing returned to normal and he slipped out of me and rolled over to my side.
“God, that was good.”
“Yeah… it was ummm… really nice.”
“Did you cum?”
“I… I’m… not sure. I don’t think so.”
“It’ll get better, I promise.”
“It was really nice Anthony, and I enjoyed it.”
“I’m going to go into the bathroom and get dressed, okay.”
“Okay, I had better get going too, I don’t want to be late for dinner, or have your parents catch me here when they get off work.”
A slight smile split his lips.
“Yeah, we don’t need that.”
He turned, and walked out the door into the bathroom.
While I was getting my clothes on, I looked down at the bed and noticed a spot of blood on the towel I had been laying on. I had just finished putting on my blouse when Anthony entered the room.
“Do you want me to; umm… get rid of that?” I asked sheepishly while looking at the soiled towel.
“No Melanie, I’ll take care of it.”
He walked over to me and gave me a hug and a little kiss.
“I know it wasn’t the greatest for you, and I promise it will be better next time.”
“It was nice Anthony, I liked it.”
“Well… Just let me know when you want to come over again.”
“It might be towards the end of the week, but I’ll let you know.”
I didn’t want to tell him, but I was sore already. I knew I’d need a couple days of respite before we tried this again.
I snuck out the back door and made my way home.
It was Thursday and I was finally starting to get back to normal. When I had woken up Tuesday morning, I was so sore I didn't think I would be able to move. I told my mom that I’d been up all night vomiting, and thankfully, she took mercy on me and let me stay home from school. I spent most of the day in bed, but by the evening I was starting to feel better. The next day, Wednesday, I was still a little bit sore but I was able to go to school and function normally again.
I woke up and texted Anthony and told him I'd be over today after school. There had to be more to this ‘sex’ business than I had experienced on Monday, and I was anxious to ‘get back in the saddle,’ and give it another go.
After school, I snuck around the back of Anthony’s house and knocked on the door.
“C’mon in Mel, let’s sit down and talk, okay?”
We walked into the kitchen and I sat down at the table. Anthony got me a big glass of iced water, and then sat next to me.
“I know what we did wasn’t that great for you,” he said hesitantly.
I looked down shyly.
“It was okay.”
“Look, I was really nervous because of your brothers. I’m still terrified of them finding out about this, you know…” He paused for several moments. “I guess my point is, if I could do it again, there would be things I’d do differently.”
I took a deep breath and collected my thoughts.
“Anthony, listen to me. First, my brothers aren’t going to find out what we’re doing, so please stop worrying about that. We’re sneaky, and being careful. Also, they aren’t that smart, okay?”
We smiled at each other, and for the first time, I really felt comfortable around him.
“Second, that’s why I… I came back. So we can hopefully make this better.”
“Your first time should have been good, and I made it shitty for you, and I’m sorry.”
“Let’s just put that behind us and figure out what we can do, going forward, to make it better.”
We sipped our water, and I watched as he thought for several moments.
“My girlfriend says it’s better without a condom, but she won’t let me do it with her without using one, and there’s no way in hell we’re risking that anyway.”
If this is going to work, I have to be honest with him.
“I’m on the pill, Anthony.”
His jaw dropped open.
“Why would a virgin be on the pill?” he asked incredulously.
I took a deep breath and tried to figure out how to proceed.
“I don’t want to gross you out, but my periods were really, really bad. My mom took me to see my gynecologist and she put me on the pill to help regulate it, and make it less severe.”
“So I… I… Don’t have to use a condom?”
“Well, from what I hear, that’s the other thing the pill is supposed to do, keep you from getting pregnant.”
We smiled at each other.
“There are other things I know how to do that will make it better for you, if you’re willing to let me do them.”
“Anthony, I trust you, and I’m willing, okay?”
He took my hand and we proceeded to the living room. I took a few seconds to look around. Their house was a lot smaller than ours, but it felt really cozy. The living room was very tastefully decorated with nice paintings and various pictures of Anthony’s parents, and Anthony, at different stages of his life.
“You were a cute baby,” I said softly.
“Of course I was, and I’m still cute,” he said, giving my hand a little squeeze.
This experience was nothing like Monday. I felt so calm and comfortable. Anthony was really nice and really sweet. I realized that even though we hadn't had many interactions, but when we did, he was always sweet to me. I just never gave him a chance, probably because of my brothers.
We went up the stairs and into his bedroom. Again, I took a second to look around. Like my brothers, he had a lot of posters on his walls of different NFL and NBA stars, as well as some posters of various rock bands. However, unlike my brothers, he had several posters of pretty girls in very small bikinis. That was something that my very religious mother didn’t allow.
“I’ll go into the bathroom and get undressed again.”
I squeezed his hand which stopped him.
“No, let's get undressed here, together, okay?”
He smiled softly.
We began to undress in front of each other. Again, I felt calm and relaxed. My mom never allowed me to buy sexy lingerie, and this was the first time I wished she would have. I think she was afraid that if I did have racy underwear, I’d only want to show it off to guys, and of course, that was the last thing she wanted.
We slipped into bed together and I felt his naked body press against mine. He leaned in and we gently kissed. It felt really nice, and I realized what a good kisser he really was. Our tongues gently explored each other’s mouths and I felt his hand rest on my stomach. I was a little tense, just because I still wasn’t used to a guy’s hand on my body, but it was nothing like the debilitating nervousness I felt on Monday.
His motions were so tender and gentle, and it felt really nice. He broke our kiss and his mouth traveled down to my breast. His tongue gently flicked over my nipple and delightful waves of pleasure coursed through my body.
God, that feels good.
I could feel my nipples harden as he licked and gently sucked them.
Damn, this is kinda nice.
His mouth moved lower and he kissed my stomach which kinda tickled. But.. in a good way, a very good way.
He kissed a little lower and then got between my legs and I hesitantly opened them.
Oh God!! Is he going to kiss me there?
Suddenly, a surge of electricity went through my body as his tongue made contact with my vagina.
“Oh God,” I gasped.
He looked up and smiled from between my legs, then went back to work on me.
I could feel his tongue licking the lips of my pussy, and then it brushed over my clit which caused a delicious little tingle in the pit of my stomach. I had touched myself before, but his mouth felt much, much better.
I tightly gripped the sheets as the tip of his tongue made light, gentle circles on my clit.
“God Anthony, that feels really good,” I gasped.
I felt him gently slide a finger inside of me while the tip of his tongue continued to make those delicious little circles on my clit and…
It hit! I felt delicate little waves pass through my body as I went over the cliff.
He withdrew his mouth from me and let me come down.
God, that was so good.
I looked between my legs and our eyes met. I was surprised to discover his mouth was covered with the secretions from my vagina.
“I don't think we're going to need the Vaseline today.”
A smile broke across both of our faces.
“No, I think we can try without it.”
He rose up and got on his knees between my legs. His penis was erect and dripping that clear fluid out of the slit in the head again, just like it had done on Monday.
He looked into my eyes.
“Do you want me to use a condom, Melanie?”
I thought for a moment.
“No, let's try without it,” I said softly.
He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head up and down the lips of my vagina. He took a deep breath and then placed it at my opening.
Our eyes met.
“Go slow again,” I said, in a voice barely above a whisper.
He rotated his hips forward and the head of his penis penetrated me. I gasped as he moved ahead at a snail's pace. I could feel his cock opening, and slowly filling me. There was a little bit of discomfort, but no pain, which produced a warm, wonderful feeling.
A few seconds later, his body was resting against mine, and I knew he was completely inside of me. I let out a soft moan when he slowly began to rotate backward and then forward again. God, it felt so much better without a condom. His cock felt almost alive inside of me. It was so warm, and it felt like it was almost pulsing, I couldn't believe how much better this was, and how good it felt.
He started to pick up the pace and move more rapidly inside of me and thankfully, there was no pain, and even the discomfort was starting to give way, leaving only an amazing sensation from deep inside my body. He was moving faster now, and damn, it was really starting to feel good. I started to get a little tingle in my stomach again, I was getting close!
Just a little bit more Anthony, I'm almost there.
I looked up and observed that his breathing had changed, and he was grunting again. I realized what was happening.
No Anthony, damn it, not yet!
His body went stiff and his cock pulsed and spasmed as he came inside me. Moments later, he collapsed on top of me.
It took a few seconds for his breathing to revert back to normal. As he calmed himself down, his cock shrunk and slipped out of me, and he rolled over to my side.
Our eyes met and he had a big smile on his face, which quickly disappeared, when he saw the exasperated look on mine.
“You mean you didn't?”
“No,” I said softly.
“Mel… I'm… I'm so sorry.”
“It's okay Anthony, it was really nice.”
“I wasn't exactly going for… nice.”
A smile broke across both of our faces.
“Anthony, what you did before that… you know, with your mouth… it was really, really good. And I had one then.”
That brought a little smile to his face.
I could tell he was upset with himself and deep in thought.
“Whatcha thinking about?” I asked softly.
“That was the first time that I’ve ever had sex without a condom, and you're just so tight… and it… just felt so good…”
He paused for a moment.
“I'm just pissed because I normally have more control than that.”
I gently rubbed his shoulder and our eyes met.
“Anthony… that was one-hundred times better than Monday, so don't beat yourself up too bad.”
A smile broke across both of our faces.
“So you think you want to do this with me again then?” he asked softly.
“I'll see you tomorrow.”
His face split into a huge grin.
He leaned in and kissed me. After several seconds, I broke our gentle kiss. I slid out of bed, grabbed my clothes, and went into his bathroom. I cleaned up as best I could before getting dressed and heading home. If I hurried, I’d be able to grab a quick shower before dinner.
It was Friday morning, and my entire family was at the table eating breakfast.
“Why are you in such a good mood runt?”
Because I'm fucking your best friend dummy.
I hadn't even noticed, but I was whistling a little tune between bites of my toast.
“Todd, I've asked you repeatedly not to call her that,” my mom said while scooping out an obscene amount of scrambled eggs onto his plate.
My dad slid the morning paper down several inches and gave Todd an evil ‘stink eye’.
“I’m sorry Mom,” he said sheepishly while looking at my Dad.
“I guess I’m in a good mood because it feels wonderful helping so many kids after school,” I said, with an angelic grin.
My brothers rolled their eyes.
“You’re just the saint of the neighborhood, aren’t you? Scott said sarcastically, with a mouthful of bacon.
I shot him a dirty look.
“Don’t listen to him Kiddo,” my Dad said, “your mother and I are very proud of you for ‘giving back’ like this.”
“I’ve even offered my tutoring services to Todd, and I think if he applies himself, I can get his I.Q. just a little above fifty.”
My two brothers busted up laughing and even my Mom and Dad cracked a little smile.
“I don’t want to be late for school,” I said, before standing up. “Bye Mom.”
“Bye honey,” have a good day,” she said.
I walked over and gave my dad a little peck on the cheek. I then made sure my parents weren’t watching before I looked at my brothers and pretended to scratch a little itch on my nose with my middle finger. All three of their mouths dropped open as I turned around and closed the door behind me.
I was in such a good mood I could barely contain my elation. Even though things weren't perfect yet with Anthony, they were getting much, much better. We were communicating, and being forthright with each other, and that was making all the difference.
My classes seemed to drag on and even though I was in high spirits, what I really wanted was for the school day to be over so I could get to Anthony’s. Even at lunch, Jenna and Erica’s incessant sex talk and ugly teasing couldn’t ruin my jovial demeanor.
“So why are you in such a good mood?” Danielle asked, during our math class.
“Oh, no reason,” I replied while trying unsuccessfully to wipe the silly little grin off my face.
“If I were to venture a guess, I'd say it was because of a guy.”
A big smile broke across my face.
“Just get your math work done Miss busy-body.”
“I’m happy for you Mel.”
We exchanged knowing smiles and got back to our math problems.
A couple hours later, I was lying in bed naked with Anthony.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought about doing this with you?” he said quietly.
“Knowing how guys are, I bet you were doing more than just thinking about it.”
“Hey, I don’t do that.”
“Of course you don’t.”
He pulled me to him and we kissed. This was so nice. Talking, and being intimate.
I could get used to this.
“Every time your brothers invited me over to swim, I secretly hoped that you’d join us.”
I gave him a little smile.
“Well, you could have asked me to join you.”
“Yeah right, I can just picture it: ‘Hey Todd, can you ask your hot little sister to come out and get in the pool with us?’ That would get me nothing but an instant ass-pummeling.”
He called me beautiful, and now hot.
The way he was talking about me was doing momentous things for my ego.
“You and your friend joined us once in the pool, and you were wearing that little blue swimsuit.”
“Oh my God, you even remember the color of the suit I was wearing?”
He blushed a little as I gently teased him.
“The image of you splashing around in the pool, in that little blue suit, it’s kinda seared into my mind.”
Damn, he’s turning me on.
Suddenly, I remembered I didn’t come over here to just talk and lay in bed naked with him.
“Anthony, I want to…”
I paused, trying to pick the right words.
“You want to what Mel?”
“What you did to me yesterday… ummm… I want to… ummm… try to do that to you.”
His face lit up.
“Yes… but I… I don’t really know what I’m doing…”
“Trust me; anything you want to do down there is probably going to feel really good. Just don’t ummm… use your teeth.”
“So what you're saying is no biting?”
“Yes… No biting.”
“What about chomping, that’s not good either?”
“Let me see what I can do then.”
He turned from his side onto his back, and I slid the covers down, exposing our naked bodies. His penis was already semi-erect, and once I took it into my hand, it quickly grew to full hardness.
I scooted closer to him, and slid down his body, giving me easier access. It was so warm and almost felt alive in my hand. It was the first time I had seen one, up close.
He let out a low moan as I gently stroked it up and down.
“God, that feels really good,” he murmured.
I looked up, into his eyes, but they were closed. He was off again, into his own little world. I kept slowly stroking him and it wasn’t long before I noticed that clear liquid seeping out of the head again, and onto my fingers. I was beginning to realize just how much pleasure this simple action was giving him.
I was very curious, I think because of all the lunchtime sex talk, and I released his cock with my hand and gently grasped him with my other, and continued to slowly stroke him. Anthony was so into what I was doing, I don’t even think he realized I switched hands.
I examined the clear fluid on my fingers.
What did this stuff look like? Maybe a cheap lotion from the Dollar Store?
My curiosity got the best of me, and I licked my fingers, tasting it. It was a different taste. A little strong, maybe a bit salty, but it wasn’t horrible.
Okay… moment of truth…
I stopped stroking and moved my hand lower; grasping him firmly, but gently, at the base.
Hesitantly, I leaned in and flicked my tongue over the head. Almost immediately, he let out a low moan. Even though I had no idea what I was doing, he obviously liked it.
I ran the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock several more times, and more of that clear fluid came out.
“God, that feels so good Mel,” he said again, with his eyes still tightly closed.
I was starting to realize just how much pleasure you could give a man by doing this with your mouth.
He elicited a deep, guttural moan when I placed my mouth over the head of his penis. I was almost terrified of my teeth coming in contact with his skin because I was so afraid of hurting him.
I could really taste that clear fluid in my mouth now. It must have really been leaking out of the head, I surmised. The taste was definitely different, but not intolerable.
I listened to his soft, gentle moans, and I realized, this was a lot of fun, and really turning me on. I moved my lips up and down, just a little, and did the best I could to swirl my tongue around the head. I was just kinda improvising and experimenting, but those little moans and gasps, let me know that he loved what I was doing, which gave me some confidence.
His breathing was starting to change, and giving away that little telltale sign that he was getting close. I gently began to stroke him again while keeping my mouth securely locked on the head of his cock.
“Oh God, Melanie I’m going to..."
I felt a large splash squirt into my mouth, which for whatever reason, it kinda shocked me. I instantly expelled his cock and kept stroking, watching the remaining semen splashed onto his chest.
I thought of spitting out the cum that was in my mouth, but then I figured, I’ve gone this far…
I took a little breath and swallowed what was in my mouth. The taste might have been a little bit tangier than that clear fluid, but it really wasn't as bad as I thought it might be.
I watched as his breathing began to return to normal. He opened his eyes, and they met mine.
“Was that ummm… okay?” I said hesitantly.
“God, that was fuckin’ great!”
I broke into a big smile, and I had to admit, I was kinda proud of myself.
“My girlfriend hates doing that,” he said hesitantly, “but you kinda… ummm… got into it, huh?”
“Yeah, I kinda liked it.”
I had to admit, it was fun. And seeing all that pleasure I was giving him… that was a huge turn-on.
“Let me clean this up.”
I watched as he grabbed a gym sock off the floor, and wiped up the semen on his chest.
“Okay, it's your turn now.”
He moved down to the foot of the bed and got between my legs.
Once I realized what he was about to do, I tried to hide my excitement, because I had been waiting all day to feel his mouth on me again.
I let out a moan when I felt the tip of his tongue on the lips of my vagina.
“God Melanie, you’re ummm… already really wet.”
Our faces broke into a smile. I guess giving him head turned me on a lot more than I had realized.
He gently licked it up and down my slit, which felt amazing. Each time the tip of his tongue brushed over my clit, those delicious little tingles reverberated throughout my body. He continued to slowly run his tongue up and down me.
“That feels really good Anthony,” I said, between moans.
I felt his fingers gently prying the lips of my vagina apart, and then he took me by surprise by inserting the length of his tongue inside of me.
I gripped the sheets tightly, “Oh Jesus Anthony,” as a surge of pleasure shot through my body.
He continued to move his tongue rapidly in and out of me, and then I felt the tip of his finger gently rubbing little circles on my clit.
“Oh… My… God…”
My orgasm hit almost without warning, and my body shook and my world went dark for several seconds.
Anthony withdrew his tongue from me, and let me recover.
I looked down between my legs and our eyes met.
“What the hell was that?”
“Hey, you're not the only one with a couple of tricks up your sleeve.”
We smile at each other. He made me feel so comfortable, so relaxed, and I was beginning to realize how much I loved being here with him.
He rose up and stood beside the bed, and I immediately noticed his erection.
“You’re ummm… ready for another go huh?” I said.
“Would you like to Mel?”
I didn't come over here to play checkers Anthony.
“Yeah, that would be really nice.”
I opened my legs, and he got into bed, and in between them.
He took his cock into his hand, positioned it at my entrance… and then suddenly stopped.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to ummm… use a condom?”
“I think your girlfriend is right, it's a whole lot better without it.”
We both smiled brightly.
“I just wanted to be sure,” he said
I softly gasped as he gently inserted the head inside me. It was a nice feeling because I didn't even have to tell him to go slow; he just did it that way, because he knew that's how I liked it.
I put my hands on his shoulders as he slowly eased himself forward until I could feel our bodies pressed together, and I knew he was again all the way in. Very slowly, he started moving his hips and rocking himself back and forth. I loved how he went slowly at the beginning and gave me time to adjust. There was no pain, and not even any pressure; just an intense, glowing feeling that emanated deep inside my body.
God, he's such a good lover.
I looked up and into his eyes, which were once again, tightly shut.
“God, you're so tight and wet,” he said, almost to no one, because I could tell he had gone into his own world again.
I felt him begin to pick up the pace and begin to move more rapidly, in and out of me. That little tingle started to build again from somewhere deep inside my stomach. This was a little different, though, and I think it might have been that the angle had somehow slightly changed because his cock was brushing perfectly against my clit. I gripped his shoulders harder, and I could actually feel my orgasm starting to build.
“Oh God Anthony,” I screamed out while shaking as I came beneath him.
When I had regained my senses, and my wits were back about me, I could tell he had really picked up the pace and was thrusting into me really hard, which I had to admit, felt amazing.
Taking me by complete surprise, I could feel another orgasm begin to build.
I just went with it and enjoyed the incredible sensation. Almost simultaneously, I heard his breathing start to change, and his body began to tense up, and I knew that he was getting close too. I listened to him gasp and cry out and I knew he was cumming inside me. At the same time, the waves of my orgasm crashed over me, and my world again went dark.
When I had recovered, I felt the weight of his body on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. A few seconds later, his breathing had returned to normal and I felt his cock shrink inside of me and slip out as he rolled over, by my side.
Our eyes met, and smiles broke onto our faces.
“Did you… umm…”
“Yes, Anthony… twice.”
His face split into a big smile.
“That means we must be getting better at this.”
He pulled me to him and kissed me lightly. We held each other tight for several minutes, just bathing in the afterglow, which felt wonderful.
When we separated from our tender embrace and I was able to see his bedside clock.
“I'd better get going, your parents are gonna be home soon.”
“Will you be here again tomorrow after school?” he asked, hopefully.
“Tomorrow is Saturday, and if I showed up at your back door, I'm not really sure what I'd say to your parents.”
We both giggled at the thought.
“Yes Anthony, Monday.”
I leaned in, and gave him one last hot kiss, then slipped out of bed.
It was Monday, and once again, Danielle and I were forced to sit at the lunch table and listen while Jenna and Erica droned on about their boyfriends and the sex they were having with them.
“So let me see if I understand this correctly,” Jenna said, in a faux, exasperated tone. “He's willing to get between your legs and taste you, yet, you're too much of a priss to reciprocate?”
Erica rolled her eyes and shot Jenna a dirty look.
“You’re such a nasty bitch,” Erica said in desperation. “I've told you this a hundred times. I go down on him whenever he wants me to, I just don't like the taste of… that… in my mouth.”
Danielle and I broke into little smiles. I had to admit, it was kinda funny that Erica couldn't even say the word cum or semen because she hated it so much.
Jenna looked over at me.
“So, the little virgin wants to add something to our conversation?”
I paused, and then boldly looked into her eyes.
“For your information Jenna, I'm not a virgin anymore.”
I watched as the mouths of my lunchtime companions dropped open.
“Furthermore, I can't really fault Erica for not liking the taste of cum, because I know a lot of girls have a problem with it. However, I have to admit, I don't really mind the taste of it at all, and truth be told, I kinda like it.”
I looked into Jenna’s eyes and saw a newfound respect that hadn’t been there previously.
“You know Mel, there's a really hot party in the Valley that we’re going to go to on Saturday night. Maybe you’d like to go with us?” Jenna said.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
I saw Anthony for about a year before the circumstances of life separated our paths. While I was with him, my older brothers never found out that we were sexually involved. Even today, only one of my brothers, Jim, knows that I was with Anthony and that was only because I chose to tell him a few years ago.
Although we were never officially ‘together,’ Anthony turned out to be one of the best men and sexual partners I’ve known. I'll always be eternally grateful to him for providing me with a safe harbor where I could explore, and bloom sexually, as a woman.