It was just another typical late spring weekend, and I had been aware for about a week that my dad was organizing a cookout and small celebration for family friends, relatives, and some of my close friends. The evening would also include poker and drinking, a routine activity for my dad since my parents’ divorce over a year ago.

By mid-afternoon, the majority of the guests had arrived, and the food was being served. Adults filled the house and backyard, finding seats and socializing. Meanwhile, the rest of us decided to hang out in the garage, where we watched TV, listened to music and played games to pass the time. The atmosphere was quite uneventful and dull, and by early evening, as things quieted down, most of the guests had left.

As the sun was setting, a few latecomers arrived for the poker game. To my surprise, among them were an older lady and her daughter, Laura. 

I had met Laura a few months earlier at another one of my dad’s weekend poker games, which I attended out of boredom. She was my age, with a slim, petite figure, long brown hair, and green eyes. Despite already having a boyfriend, she was especially friendly towards me that night.

That initial night, we spent a couple of hours chatting and getting to know each other, discussing our interests and preferences. However, our conversation never delved into anything too serious or intense. Since then, we haven't spoken or seen each other.

After sometime she made her way through the house and headed towards the garage. Sticking her head inside the door, she said, "Hey, Scott, what have you been up to?"

"Not much," I replied.

I invited her to sit on the sofa, and she responded, "Don't mind if I do."

"Maybe you could join me?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied.

"How long are you here?" I asked.

"Until the game is over, I guess, or whenever Mom has had enough," she replied.

I settled onto the sofa on the opposite end from Laura.

"I don't bite. Can you come down here and sit next to me?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied, moving a little closer.

She snuggled up next to me, putting her arm around mine and resting her head on my shoulder, which caught me off guard.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since we first met, and I was hoping to get a chance to see you again," she confessed.

Uncertain how to respond, I asked about her boyfriend.

"Yeah, we're still together, but I came here to see you," she said.

"That's cool," I replied.

She followed up with a little giggle and said, "You don't have to be so guarded, and don't worry about my boyfriend; he's not here."

Hearing that put me more at ease, allowing the conversation to open up moving through a variety of topics.

We had been talking for a couple of hours or so it seemed, about nothing in particular before she asked where the bathroom was. I offered to show her because I needed to take a shower myself. We made our way through the back door, passing the card game in the kitchen; no one seemed to notice us as we walked by.

We proceeded down the hallway towards the rear of the house.

"It's right here," I said, pointing to the door. "I’m going to grab a towel and wait for you in my room," I added, indicating the door next to the bathroom.

She gave a small, knowing nod and gently closed the bathroom door behind her, the soft click of the latch echoing in the quiet room. I waited for a few minutes, the anticipation hanging in the air. When she finally emerged, I was already standing, towel in hand, and heading toward the bathroom. Her movements were deliberate and graceful, as if she were savoring the moment before our next encounter.

As I approached, she placed a gentle hand on my chest and said softly, "I’ll wait for you in here." Her fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down my chest until they reached the waistband of my shorts, where they lingered, lightly tugging at the band.

Before I could respond, she leaned close to my ear and asked, "Have you ever had a blowjob?" She nibbled gently on my earlobe as she spoke.

I stuttered through my reply, "No, I have not."

Without a second thought, she smiled and said, "This will be fun. Go take your shower; I'll be right here waiting for you."

I was unsure of what was happening and taken aback by the surprise. The sudden shift from the ordinary to this unexpected encounter left me momentarily stunned. Her presence, so deliberately timed and filled with unspoken intention, threw me off balance. My mind raced to catch up with the surprising turn of events, leaving me momentarily disoriented but intrigued by the new, unforeseen twist.

I quickly turned and made my way into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I felt a twinge of embarrassment as I tried to conceal my growing arousal from her view.

Until now, my sexual experiences had been few and far between, and they rarely turned out as well as I had hoped.

I made an effort to avoid dwelling on what she had just asked, but it proved difficult. I hurried through my shower, striving to regain control and return to a more relaxed state.

Entering the bedroom slowly, wearing nothing but a towel, I quickly and quietly closed the door behind me and locked it securely. As I turned around, I was taken aback by the sight of Laura sitting in the middle of the bed. With her legs crossed, she had already made herself at home, having pulled a T-shirt from my closet and removed her shorts, revealing a pair of pink panties.

The casual confidence with which she had settled in was both unexpected and disarming, leaving me momentarily taken aback by the surprising and intimate scene unfolding before me.

"I hope you don't mind," she said.

She had also turned on some music and had the TV playing in the background as a distraction. One hand rested on her thigh while the fingers of her other hand twirled the ends of her hair. She looked both captivating and enigmatic as her eyes assessed me.

She looked at me and asked abruptly, "Did you jerk off while you were in the shower?"

I shook my head, answering no.

"Good. Come over here, remove the towel, and lay down," she instructed.

I was extremely nervous and did my best to keep my arousal in check.

I removed the towel as she had asked, letting it drop to the floor.

"Not bad," she added.

I proceeded to lay down on the bed, spending a couple of minutes to get comfortable. She placed her hand on my chest to adjust her position, turning around to face me. Though her legs remained crossed, I could clearly see a noticeable wet spot on her panties that she made no effort to conceal.

She asked again, "So, you've never had a blowjob?"

When I replied, "No," for the second time, she took a deep breath and looked intently into my eyes.

We paused there for a few seconds in awkward silence. Finally, she asked, "Did you lock the door?"

I replied, "Yeah, it's locked."

She then looked over at me and said, "You know, I'm kind of turned on—I’m sure you’ve noticed. Would you like to do a sixty-nine with me?"

I said, "Sure, but I don’t know what that is or how to do it."

She smiled and replied, "You’re new to all of this, aren’t you? Don’t worry—I’ll explain exactly what you need to do."

She stood up and slipped out of her panties, revealing a sleekly trimmed pussy with soft, pink lips that looked already aroused and moist, before returning to her seated position next to my head.

"When we begin, I'll sit on your face," she said, spreading her legs slightly to offer a better view.

“I want you to use your tongue and fingers on me like this and don't be afraid to apply some pressure,” she added as she moved her hands in a circular motion over her slit and lips before inserting one inside her hole, letting out a quick sigh as it moved in and out.

"I want you to pay attention to this area," she said as she revealed her clit, already aroused and slightly engorged, her finger caressing it in a circular motion.

"Do you get the gist of it so far?" she asked.

"I believe so," I replied.

"I want you to get a head start on me before I go down on you. Since this is your first time, I expect you not to last all that long, okay?" she asked.

"Sounds fair. You’re probably correct," I replied.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yep," I replied.

She sat up on her knees and had me slide over ever so slightly to be more in the center of the bed. As she positioned herself, she straddled my face with her pussy. I could see her moist lips glistening as she slowly lowered herself towards my mouth. My tongue reached out to meet her wet lips before slipping inside her warm hole. She let out a small moan as her hips moved back and forth over my mouth.

My hands wrapped gently around her hips, drawing her closer as my tongue darted in and out, savoring every intimate flavor as I could.

"That feels amazing," she whispered, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

The thrill of the moment intensified, and I could feel the excitement building between us. As our connection deepened, I found myself eagerly anticipating when it would become me she would explore.

With one hand, I eagerly pulled her snugly against my mouth, penetrating her deeply with my tongue. My other hand expertly stimulated her clitoris, sending her hurtling towards an inevitable climax.

"Don't stop!" she pleaded breathlessly. "I'm so close."

Reaching around, I caressed her wet lips with two fingers, each teasing her hole while I licked feverishly on her clit. Once inside, my fingers were met with warm, moist tightness as she descended into an orgasmic frenzy. Her muffled screams of delight echoed as she reached a powerful orgasm, her intense contractions rewarded my efforts with a delicious squirt of her savory sauce. I hungrily devoured every drop, reveling in her post-orgasmic bliss.

“God, that was great. I wasn't expecting that,” she said.

"Not bad for your first time but please keep going, I want to get off again while I am doing you,” she added.

With renewed focus, I turned my tongue's attention to her swollen lips and flowering slit becoming deeply immersed in the moment. My movements were deliberate and precise, my senses attuned to her reactions. Her subtle shifts and gentle sighs guided me, creating a rhythm that echoed our connection.

Every touch and caress was a careful response to her unspoken cues, and as her breathing grew more pronounced, I could feel the intensity of our shared experience deepening.

I hardly registered her movement as she leaned in, her tongue extending to savor the traces of my presence that had settled on my skin. The sensation was both unexpected and electrifying, adding a new layer to our intimate exchange.

One hand reached out and took a firm grasp along the base of my shaft, her fingers curled around its circumference, warming my exposed areas with her soft, yet seductive touch. Her other hand moved smoothly along the length, the sensation causing a deep sigh to escape me.

I could feel the warmth of her breath as her head drew closer, her tongue extending to experience its first taste.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” she says in a sultry voice as my cock enters the warm and watery darkness of her mouth, eventually descending deep into her throat.

Her mouth moved in soft, hypnotic rhythms as her pleasurable sighs amplified my own arousal to a greater level.

I felt her fingers slide in-between her legs assisting me while my tongue pressed in even further, tickling the inner walls of her wet hole. My breathing was growing heavy and I could feel my orgasm starting to build just as she cried out.

“I’m cumming,” she said.

That was enough to send me over the edge, her mouth engulfed my cock just in time to receive the first warm blast of cum, forcefully exploding as it hit the back of her throat. The next wave was larger and harder than the first, flooding her mouth even more.

“Ohh, God,” I murmured, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

She swallowed deeply just as I pulsated two more times, thick ropes of cum were sliding down her throat as I lay there motionless, paralyzed by the intense pleasure I was feeling. Continuing to squeeze my shaft, she milked out the last remaining drops of my load until I was spent.

She propped herself up, sat on the edge of the bed, and said, “That was incredible. You did great for a first-timer. I hope you enjoyed it.”

I responded, "It was the most amazing experience I had ever had, and I enjoyed every moment."

Reaching toward the nightstand, she grabbed a deck of cards from the drawer and a black marker from the cup next to the lamp. Opening the deck, she pulled out the ace of hearts, signed it with an “L,” added the date as well.

“This is for you to keep, a little something to remember this by,” she said, handing it to me with a smile.

We gathered our clothes and slipped out the front door, careful to avoid the commotion of the game wrapping up in the kitchen. As we exchanged glances and laughed, we felt a wave of relief that we hadn’t been caught.

Over the next few weeks, our interactions at school were minimal—just the occasional wave or a quick smile. I convinced myself that her having a boyfriend meant our previous encounter was a one-time thing and tried to move on.

That changed about a month later, on a Friday morning, when I arrived at school and found a poker card lying face down on the floor of my locker. I quickly picked it up and turned it over; it was the ace of diamonds, signed "L" and today's date. Checking to ensure no one was watching, I slipped the card back into my locker and continued with my day, eagerly anticipating the evening ahead.

Laura arrived at my house with her mom exactly as planned. Shortly after the poker game began, we quietly slipped into the garage for some private time. There, we took turns pleasing each other, enjoying the intimate moment until it was almost time to leave.

We continued to meet regularly throughout high school until graduation. The signed and dated poker cards became her signature—her "calling card," so to speak—and they evolved into our own little secret.

Laura established the ground rules early on and I willingly played along. She had a serious boyfriend, and sexual activities like intercourse were reserved for him. For us, it was simply about orally enjoying each other's company as friends.