Authors: Samantha Davies
The only problem was, I was still quite shy and didn’t really know where to look for it, as all of the opposite sex that I knew were
just
boys, and not
men
, what I wanted was a man, a real man, like in magazines and movies that I watched. Although there was a fair amount of work-time banter between me and Warren, since that fateful night, I held back from agreeing to meet him again, or starting a full-blown affair with him. I wanted to meet someone new, but I simply didn’t have the confidence to hang round the local bars and look confident and alluring like some 18 year olds could. I thought that even if I did, no one would even try and chat me up anyway, as I had a small chest, and was skinny, as I was a late developer, with mousey blonde hair, rather than being platinum blonde, as it is dyed nowadays. My make-up was very discreet unlike it is now, with my dark eyes and bright lipstick. I’d been to bars a few times with the girls from college, but with me so petite and shy in male company, I used to just
clam up
when occasionally approached, so I was left feeling like I was just getting lost in the crowds.
Then something strange happened that set off a stream of events...
As I’ve mentioned before, I have a younger brother and a sister, Kayleigh who is just a year younger than me. Kayleigh had a boyfriend called Tom who she’d dated for about four months so that was serious at her age. I quite liked him as he was a year older than me and two years older than her at 19, but she was
making him wait ,
just as I had done with Steve
,
as she wasn’t ready to give her
cherry
to him just yet. Then, one day, a bombshell arrived; a friend of hers told her that he was seen in a bar with another girl, a girl even younger than her and that they were kissing passionately. So without a second thought, and feeling totally heart-broken, she dumped him and that was on a Sunday afternoon.
***
By the following Friday she was still trying to get over the shock of what she thought had happened and my Mum decided to take her to ‘Cribs Causeway’ for a
pick-me-up
shopping trip. My dad was away at football with my brother, so I was left home alone, after a morning flicking through my brothers porn magazines which he thought were
so well
hidden!
I'd played with myself for a good hour as I laid on my single bed, until I reached the point where I really wanted something more, but I couldn’t think what to do next. I could have popped down to the arcade, as I knew that Warren was on duty, but I also knew that all that would probably happen would be for him to agree to drag me into the small toilet for a
knee shuffler
, as he would be unable to leave his post. I knew that that simply wouldn't be enough for me. I wished that I owned a proper vibrator, a phallic shaped sex toy, something to put me out of my sexual frustration, but I also really the needed the courage to go into a shop and actually buy my own
sex toy
, but I just didn’t have the confidence of my other girlfriends.
So, whilst feeling increasing frustrated, and in a moment of extreme madness I sent Tom a text message, and said that Kayleigh wanted to talk to him, and asked if he could come over to the house?
I was worried that he would text
her
straight back, but after an anxious hour of waiting, the doorbell rang at about 2pm and I opened it, having dressed myself up in my little black dress that I wore to my college Christmas party with Steve. I knew that he liked it, as he’d fallen out with kayleigh before by commenting on how nice I looked in it, on that night.
He stepped into the house and asked where Kayleigh was? After a brief pause, I told him the truth, I told him that I was lonely and was really honest with him, after lying in-order to get him to come round. I told him that I just wanted to have some
fun
, I couldn’t believe my sudden new found my confidence, but after a morning playing with myself I had worked my sexual button up to the point of exploding.
He was a bit confused by the whole situation and so went to sit in the lounge, but I steered him towards my bedroom, as I said “Come up and sit with me for a bit, I know I've been a prat for asking you to come over, but now that you're here...”
“Okay.” he agreed, as he followed me upstairs and towards my pink bedroom.
We both sat on my bed for the next half an hour and chatted about random topics, making small talk, but then I suddenly lunged forward, looking quite desperate I'm sure – as I attempted to kiss him. He broke away instantly, and told me that what happened with the other girl wasn’t true and that he was upset that Kayleigh didn’t believe him.
I told him not to worry about Kayleigh, and I tried to kiss him again, but he kept going on about her so out of total desperation I said “Look I've got an idea, why don’t you have some
fun
with me, as I know that she hasn’t let you actually have
sex
with her, after waiting for months and, unlike her, I actually
love
sex!?”
“
But I thought you only slept with Steve..?”
“
We split up ages ago Tom, you know that don't you?”
“
Well yes, but I just thought, you know after you made him wait so long, that you wouldn't be sleeping around now, that’s all?”
“
You think that I'm sleeping around, do you?” I barked.
“
Well no, but this is all a bit weird.”
I paused, and then wanting to show him that I was now fully sexually mature, I said “You know what, I did sleep with someone else, after Steve, and it was just a few weeks ago.”
“Really, who?”
“
Just some
older guy
from the arcade, and he fucked me in the back of his car, so sex really isn't a
big thing
for me now – it's just about enjoying it, whenever you can...”
“
Christ! This is all really weird now…” he muttered
“
It’s
just
sex,” I protested, adding “everyone does it, don’t they, so don’t you fancy me or something?”
He paused for a moment, trying to take in the situation that he had suddenly found himself in. I gently stroked his thigh and pressed “So you don’t fancy me then,” before adding “That’s okay, I guess…”
“No, I do, but I’m supposed to be going out with your little sister..!” he explained.
“
Look she’s dumped you, after hearing about you with someone else, so what better way to get back at her than to have sex with me?”
“
You’re a little bit crazy, I think!” he laughed.
I thought that he was about to walk out and leave, but then he leant towards me and finally accepted one of my soothing kisses, I don’t think he could believe what was happening to be honest. I opened my mouth widely and allowed his tongue full access to my warm and willing mouth, as I kissed him back passionately. He stroked my hair as we kissed, before I began to motion for him to remove his T-shirt for me. Over the following few minutes, with a little encouragement from myself, he had stripped himself naked, taking his T-shirt, jeans and boxer shorts off in quick succession. He was left sat on my pink
Hello Kitty
bedsheets, totally naked, with his cock already expectantly erect. I wasted no time in leaning over him, bending down and taking his fully erect length into my mouth, shocking myself with my new found confidence, but I had to admit I had had a couple of glasses of vodka whilst nervously waiting for the doorbell to ring. Although I felt incredibly bad as I began to lick and engulf his bare cock, I knew that Warren was to blame, as he had accelerated my journey into this
sexual liberalism
, at far too fast a rate, just a few weeks ago. He clearly loved the feeling of me sucking on his penis, but little did he know that he was only the third guy that I’d ever actually given a
blow job
too, as I acted as if I was a
seasoned professional
. I was growing in confidence all the while, and feeling confident about my own technique, but as soon as I got into a rhythm, wanking and sucking him, he told me to stop as he was worried that he might
cum
and waste our moment.
As I allowed him some much needed recovery time, I asked “So were you with another girl, like my sister said?”
He paused briefly, clearly not wanting to ruin his chances with me, but then – clearly unable to lie, he said “Yeah, I was...”
“
And did you sleep with her?”
Shamefully, he responded with “Yeah I did, but it was rubbish....”
“What the sex was rubbish..?”
“
Yeah, awful – she had no idea what she was doing, not like you...”
“
So it was never worth losing my sister over then?”
“
No way, not like this – I've never had a
blow job
like that before!”
Feeling hugely complimented and not wanting to further lose our momentum, I sat over him and encouraged him to lower down the straps of my little black dress to expose my braless chest, and my overly-erect nipples, I had been far too embarrassed to share my small breasts with Warren, but on this occasion, with Tom being so much younger I was fine and loving the feeling of exposing them to him. He leant forwards and eagerly played with my erect nipples and then shocked me by admitted that he’d always fantasised about this happening but never though it would actually become a reality.
I then asked him “Have you ever wanked over the thought of me then?”
“
Yes, quite a few times…” he dared to admit.
Having suitably stroked my fragile ego even more-so, he then helped me to slide out my black dress completely to then discover that I wasn’t wearing any knickers at all. He took a moment to take in the neatly trimmed soft pubic hair that graced the lilly white skin of my crotch, before I said “You can touch me, down there, if you like.” as I reached for his nervous hand.
He reached forwards, running his fingers over my soft hair, before lowering his touch, and making contact with my engorged, but tightly closed labia.
“
Why don't you rub me a little, and encourage me to
open up
for you?” I asked, as I swept my hair to the side and lay back on the bed for him, with my thighs widely parted.
He crouched between my thighs, as he began to explore me, gently rubbing at my delicate lips, before daring to prize them apart, in-order to discover the womanly wetness that awaited him inside me. I felt his index finger gently intrude into my soft pink wetness, as I tried to reach forwards, to make contact with his bare cock. I couldn't quite reach, but then, as his invading finger sunk deeper into my folds, those thoughts were quickly displaced, as I felt the intense pleasure of his delving and probing finger.
After a few more minutes of exploring my wetness, he asked if I had any
protection
, but I said 'no', so I climbed off the bed, and dashed into my parents bedroom to look through their bedside draws to see if they had any condoms, but no, of course they didn't – having been married for so long, so I came back into the bedroom and said “We’re out of luck, I'm afraid.”
“
Really, that's not fair...” he replied in exasperation.
I paused for thought, and then added “But we can still
do it
if you like, as long as you don’t actually
cum
inside me, but it’s up to you?”
I had been lucky with Warren, and probably should have known better, especially with the amount of teenage pregnancies that there were in Weston-super-Mare, but he adamantly promised not to finish up inside me, just like Warren did at the beach - and I trusted him to be really careful. Looking back, I was so careless back then, on both occasions, but this really was a
heat of the moment
thing
I climbed onto the bed again, and kissed him, before positioning myself over him and straddled him as he search for my tiny entrance with his fingers at first, and then positioned his bare cock against my lips. I sighed deeply as he carefully eased his cock into my immense wetness. I lowered myself onto him slightly as I aided him, feeling every inch of him gradually fight it's way into my inner-warmth. His cock was notably smaller than Steve’s and Warren's, probably about six inches or maybe even just five, but thankfully this enabled him to slide straight into me which was far more comfortable and enjoyable than when Warren first tried to penetrate me, back at the beach.
Tom held me gently by my hips, as I began to ease back and forth on him, I riding him like I used to do, back when I was with Steve. Tom started to flick on my hard nipples, which wasn't exactly pleasurable.
“
Don’t do that, it hurts. Just lick and tease them…” I instructed as I held onto his slim shoulders.
Feeling the need to show off my perceived sexual experience, I decided to then display what I’d learnt from looking pornography magazines and climbed off from him and then repositioned myself, so that I was sat backwards on him. Of course, I didn’t know that this position was reverse cowgirl at the time, but I did know that I really liked it as I stared into my poster covered bedroom wall, whilst holding onto his calves to balance myself on him. As I bounced up and down on Tom's forbidden cock, I remember flicking my blonde hair back, so that it would lay neatly across my back, and moaning, with my pussy wide open as I attempted to ride him like I was some kind of
amateur porn star
!