I remember the next day vividly. I woke up naked in bed to two missed calls and several texts from my boyfriend. He wanted to get together and see a movie. I instantly felt guilty about what I had shared with Damon the night before on the phone. There were two more texts from Damon on the phone as well. I ignored them and took a shower and got dressed. After the shower I called Ryan and told him I'd slept in because I was tired and that I'd love to go see a movie. He asked if anything exciting had happened the night before and I told the first lie to him about the budding relationship between me and Damon when I answered simply "No" to his question.
I figured at worst I could just move on from what happened and ignore Damon. I mean would the guy really keep pursuing me ? I went to the movie with Ryan and the sight of him intensified my guilt for what I had done. I struggled with the decision to tell him for quite awhile during the first part of the movie. During the movie Ryan as he usually does, started attempting to make out with me. In the past I'd shied away from doing things in public places, however I let him this time because I didn't want to give him the impression that something had happened the night before. Eventually, the fooling around led to me going down on him. I don't want this to sound sexy because to me at the time it wasn't. I'm sure at the time he saw this as an advancement in our relationship. To me it was driven by guilt. I was trying to make up for what I had done the night before without having to tell him what I had done.
After the deed was done in the movie theater, Ryan was excited and happy. I told him we shouldn't talk about it and he took it as me being shy as usual. At this point I realized I had gotten away with what I had done the night before and unless I said anything no one would ever find out. I still at this point, didn't know if Damon was going to keep communicating with me, but there was the excitement of talking to him again still there in the back of my mind.
What would it be like to have sex with someone besides Ryan? was a thought that played through my mind when I let my guard down. Whether I liked it or not Damon had awakened a curiosity in me and it wasn't something I would be able to easily ignore.
That night when I got home I finally broke down and looked at the texts Damon had sent. Aside from the two I woke up to, there were three more from during the day. The first two were more pictures of himself from the night before. The second picture had a caption, "When do I get pictures of you?"
I quickly ignored that as best I could, but again my new curious mind started thinking of pictures I could take for him. Two of the other three texts he sent were just saying 'Hello' and asking how my day was going. The third text was a question.
"So I suspect you are going to not respond to me anymore now, Boo?" So he was still interested in me!
I didn't respond at first. I thought long and hard about it and then took a few of the pictures he requested. I had a plan that this would stay only on the phone and something we could enjoy in secret. I reasoned that it wasn't as bad as actually cheating. I sent him a text explaining that we could do what we did on the phone again and trade pictures as long as that is what it stayed as. I then sent the first nude pictures of myself I had ever taken for someone. I won't lie, it was exciting knowing he was going to see. He responded a few minutes later and we repeated what we did the night before.
At the end of the night he said, "It's going to be hard to just settle for only on the phone boo" and then he chuckled "I'll try but I want you badly."
I didn't respond and quickly made an excuse to hang up. My thighs were moist and shaking from what he had just talked me through for a second time. I wanted him too I admitted to myself as I drifted off to sleep that night. I just wasn't going to act on it and if that wasn't enough for him then we could stop talking to each other I figured.
The next couple of weeks were busy with Graduation and starting the new job as a lifeguard. Me and Damon talked a few nights a week, always sharing pictures and then videos of each of us masturbating. Ryan and I still went out and did things as well and I felt guilty each time we had sex. It was definitely less fulfilling than the conversations I was having with Damon. Damon was this thing of complete desire in my mind now. The attraction was deeply mental and physical and it was growing. Everything was new, exciting and seemed dangerous. I knew I had to put a stop to it, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
As long as it only stays on the phone. I kept telling myself.
The day finally came when Damon decided to act and change the situation. I was standing outside the changing rooms at work in the one piece orange bathing suit that was mandatory for all of the female lifeguards. My shift had just ended. As I approached the door, two hands encircled my hips and drug me in between the buildings of the male and female changing rooms. I was whirled around and about to scream when I saw it was Damon. Before I could say anything, he kissed me. All the talk about it staying on the phone evaporated in an instant.
He was in swimming trunks and shirtless, no doubt he was planning to swim but never did. He held me tightly against him while walking me back against a warm concrete wall.
I figured at worst I could just move on from what happened and ignore Damon. I mean would the guy really keep pursuing me ? I went to the movie with Ryan and the sight of him intensified my guilt for what I had done. I struggled with the decision to tell him for quite awhile during the first part of the movie. During the movie Ryan as he usually does, started attempting to make out with me. In the past I'd shied away from doing things in public places, however I let him this time because I didn't want to give him the impression that something had happened the night before. Eventually, the fooling around led to me going down on him. I don't want this to sound sexy because to me at the time it wasn't. I'm sure at the time he saw this as an advancement in our relationship. To me it was driven by guilt. I was trying to make up for what I had done the night before without having to tell him what I had done.
After the deed was done in the movie theater, Ryan was excited and happy. I told him we shouldn't talk about it and he took it as me being shy as usual. At this point I realized I had gotten away with what I had done the night before and unless I said anything no one would ever find out. I still at this point, didn't know if Damon was going to keep communicating with me, but there was the excitement of talking to him again still there in the back of my mind.
What would it be like to have sex with someone besides Ryan? was a thought that played through my mind when I let my guard down. Whether I liked it or not Damon had awakened a curiosity in me and it wasn't something I would be able to easily ignore.
That night when I got home I finally broke down and looked at the texts Damon had sent. Aside from the two I woke up to, there were three more from during the day. The first two were more pictures of himself from the night before. The second picture had a caption, "When do I get pictures of you?"
I quickly ignored that as best I could, but again my new curious mind started thinking of pictures I could take for him. Two of the other three texts he sent were just saying 'Hello' and asking how my day was going. The third text was a question.
"So I suspect you are going to not respond to me anymore now, Boo?" So he was still interested in me!
I didn't respond at first. I thought long and hard about it and then took a few of the pictures he requested. I had a plan that this would stay only on the phone and something we could enjoy in secret. I reasoned that it wasn't as bad as actually cheating. I sent him a text explaining that we could do what we did on the phone again and trade pictures as long as that is what it stayed as. I then sent the first nude pictures of myself I had ever taken for someone. I won't lie, it was exciting knowing he was going to see. He responded a few minutes later and we repeated what we did the night before.
At the end of the night he said, "It's going to be hard to just settle for only on the phone boo" and then he chuckled "I'll try but I want you badly."
I didn't respond and quickly made an excuse to hang up. My thighs were moist and shaking from what he had just talked me through for a second time. I wanted him too I admitted to myself as I drifted off to sleep that night. I just wasn't going to act on it and if that wasn't enough for him then we could stop talking to each other I figured.
The next couple of weeks were busy with Graduation and starting the new job as a lifeguard. Me and Damon talked a few nights a week, always sharing pictures and then videos of each of us masturbating. Ryan and I still went out and did things as well and I felt guilty each time we had sex. It was definitely less fulfilling than the conversations I was having with Damon. Damon was this thing of complete desire in my mind now. The attraction was deeply mental and physical and it was growing. Everything was new, exciting and seemed dangerous. I knew I had to put a stop to it, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
As long as it only stays on the phone. I kept telling myself.
The day finally came when Damon decided to act and change the situation. I was standing outside the changing rooms at work in the one piece orange bathing suit that was mandatory for all of the female lifeguards. My shift had just ended. As I approached the door, two hands encircled my hips and drug me in between the buildings of the male and female changing rooms. I was whirled around and about to scream when I saw it was Damon. Before I could say anything, he kissed me. All the talk about it staying on the phone evaporated in an instant.
He was in swimming trunks and shirtless, no doubt he was planning to swim but never did. He held me tightly against him while walking me back against a warm concrete wall.
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His lips plied mine expertly until my mouth opened, surrendering to his kiss. I'd like to say I almost resisted what happened, but I didn't. I eagerly threw my arms around him and kissed backed hungrily. The feel of his hardening erection through his shorts pushing against my stomach was a symbol of his desire for me. That I caused it so easily made me want him and it more. I easily forgot where we were as the pent up desire I had for him from our nights of phone sex begged for more.
He guided me further around behind the building where no one could see us. His hands worked quickly removing the bathing suit I was wearing. His hands and lips then played over my body as he guided me back against the wall in complete control. Suddenly his fingers were between my thighs, coaxing moans from my lips. I wrapped my arms around him tightly as his fingers penetrated me. He moved them quickly and deftly and I buried my face in his chest to stop from moaning out louder.
"Still sure you want this to stay just on the phone?" he asked in a deep husky voice.
I tried to open my mouth then to answer but a moan escaped instead and I just shook my head. This seemed to be all the confirmation he needed to go further. "Baby girl turn around and put your hands on the wall," he said to me as he slid his shorts down. I briefly looked down and confirmed what was hanging there between his thighs. It scared and excited me as I quickly did as he asked.
A few seconds passed before I felt him move closer. My legs were trembling as I stood there, hands on the wall waiting for him. He hands again grabbed my hips as he moved in. He kissed my neck and softly nibbled my ear. Then I felt it there between my thighs sliding against me back and forth, teasing me. One of his hands left my hip and he positioned it against me and pushed forward a little. The tip of it there, just barely starting to spread me open.
"Boo, this is your last chance to say stop if you don't want this to happen," he whispered to me then.
The throbbing of his cock there between my thighs driving me crazy. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted more. "Do it," I said in a whisper and he did. It hurt as it started stretching me to gain entry inside me. I pushed back against it with my hips helping it. When his hips finally made contact with my butt, I gasped and let out a breath I had been holding. I remember my thought then.
I'm now a cheater.
I didn't have time to think about it though, because his hips started moving then. He thrust in and out of me slowly at first as he wrapped one arm around my stomach and reached up with it and held my shoulder so I wouldn't move. I grimaced in pain as my body adjusted to the size of him.
"Don't worry baby girl, it will start to feel good soon," he whispered into my ear. He was right too. As I adjusted and the speed of his thrusts picked up, I felt rawer than I ever had during sex to that point. Every little movement of him inside me seemed to cause a flurry of feeling inside me.
Within minutes I was having my first orgasm that day. Then another a few minutes after. They came in waves over the next twenty minutes as for the first time in my life I experienced multiple orgasms. The pleasure was intense to my young mind and my thighs were shaking uncontrollably to the point I could barely stand.
"What... the fuck... are you... doing to me?" I asked breathlessly.
"Fucking you, Boo," he said confidently in reply.
After that there was no verbal communication. Eventually it got to the point I couldn't keep standing, so he guided me down to the warm concrete below and kept going. A short while later I felt him slow down and pull out of me. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled my delirious self up to a sitting position.
"Open your mouth, Boo," he commanded and I did without question. He slid inside my mouth and came without asking permission. That was another first for me that day. I had never let a guy do that before.
"Good girl," he said to me then and sat down next to me. My body was sore and shaking but I was smiling with my eyes closed as I leaned back against the wall. I was a mess and didn't care. I had just had the best sex of my young life.
"We are going to do this again you and me," he said then and all I could muster was an affirmative nod and then I started giggling.
"What are you laughing about?" he asked then and even I didn't know, so I just shrugged.
Eventually my thighs stopped shaking enough to stand and put my bathing suit back on, but my steps were still wobbly as I started to walk. He let me lean against him as he guided me to the dressing room.
"White girl, you are gonna need a few days to recover it looks like," he said teasing me.
"Probably a week after that," I said and started laughing almost hysterically.
"I'll call you later, I need to get going," he said then and not caring if anyone saw. I hugged him and drug his face down to mine and kissed him.
"Thank you for that," I said to him.
"Anytime, Boo," he said in reply as he turned and walked away confidently.
When I finally got showered and changed that day it was dark outside. I turned my phone on and had twelve text messages from different people all wondering where I was. I ignored them all and went straight home and to bed. I needed rest.
He guided me further around behind the building where no one could see us. His hands worked quickly removing the bathing suit I was wearing. His hands and lips then played over my body as he guided me back against the wall in complete control. Suddenly his fingers were between my thighs, coaxing moans from my lips. I wrapped my arms around him tightly as his fingers penetrated me. He moved them quickly and deftly and I buried my face in his chest to stop from moaning out louder.
"Still sure you want this to stay just on the phone?" he asked in a deep husky voice.
I tried to open my mouth then to answer but a moan escaped instead and I just shook my head. This seemed to be all the confirmation he needed to go further. "Baby girl turn around and put your hands on the wall," he said to me as he slid his shorts down. I briefly looked down and confirmed what was hanging there between his thighs. It scared and excited me as I quickly did as he asked.
A few seconds passed before I felt him move closer. My legs were trembling as I stood there, hands on the wall waiting for him. He hands again grabbed my hips as he moved in. He kissed my neck and softly nibbled my ear. Then I felt it there between my thighs sliding against me back and forth, teasing me. One of his hands left my hip and he positioned it against me and pushed forward a little. The tip of it there, just barely starting to spread me open.
"Boo, this is your last chance to say stop if you don't want this to happen," he whispered to me then.
The throbbing of his cock there between my thighs driving me crazy. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted more. "Do it," I said in a whisper and he did. It hurt as it started stretching me to gain entry inside me. I pushed back against it with my hips helping it. When his hips finally made contact with my butt, I gasped and let out a breath I had been holding. I remember my thought then.
I'm now a cheater.
I didn't have time to think about it though, because his hips started moving then. He thrust in and out of me slowly at first as he wrapped one arm around my stomach and reached up with it and held my shoulder so I wouldn't move. I grimaced in pain as my body adjusted to the size of him.
"Don't worry baby girl, it will start to feel good soon," he whispered into my ear. He was right too. As I adjusted and the speed of his thrusts picked up, I felt rawer than I ever had during sex to that point. Every little movement of him inside me seemed to cause a flurry of feeling inside me.
Within minutes I was having my first orgasm that day. Then another a few minutes after. They came in waves over the next twenty minutes as for the first time in my life I experienced multiple orgasms. The pleasure was intense to my young mind and my thighs were shaking uncontrollably to the point I could barely stand.
"What... the fuck... are you... doing to me?" I asked breathlessly.
"Fucking you, Boo," he said confidently in reply.
After that there was no verbal communication. Eventually it got to the point I couldn't keep standing, so he guided me down to the warm concrete below and kept going. A short while later I felt him slow down and pull out of me. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled my delirious self up to a sitting position.
"Open your mouth, Boo," he commanded and I did without question. He slid inside my mouth and came without asking permission. That was another first for me that day. I had never let a guy do that before.
"Good girl," he said to me then and sat down next to me. My body was sore and shaking but I was smiling with my eyes closed as I leaned back against the wall. I was a mess and didn't care. I had just had the best sex of my young life.
"We are going to do this again you and me," he said then and all I could muster was an affirmative nod and then I started giggling.
"What are you laughing about?" he asked then and even I didn't know, so I just shrugged.
Eventually my thighs stopped shaking enough to stand and put my bathing suit back on, but my steps were still wobbly as I started to walk. He let me lean against him as he guided me to the dressing room.
"White girl, you are gonna need a few days to recover it looks like," he said teasing me.
"Probably a week after that," I said and started laughing almost hysterically.
"I'll call you later, I need to get going," he said then and not caring if anyone saw. I hugged him and drug his face down to mine and kissed him.
"Thank you for that," I said to him.
"Anytime, Boo," he said in reply as he turned and walked away confidently.
When I finally got showered and changed that day it was dark outside. I turned my phone on and had twelve text messages from different people all wondering where I was. I ignored them all and went straight home and to bed. I needed rest.
