Angela

I’d made Josh promise to take me out the day after I met him for ice cream, and he kept his word. I got into his car and we talked while he drove us to the local Sonic for lunch. I’d decided on a short jean skirt and a pretty lace top. I matched the outfit with a little black thong and my new pair of Cocobelle leather sandals. Normally, I always wore a bra, but today I decided against it. I’d had such a good time with him yesterday that I somewhat regretted not going further with him, and I knew it was now what we both wanted. Even though my breasts were large, they were also very perky, so I could get away without wearing a bra if I wanted to.

When I got into his car, I noticed that he too was dressed casually in pressed jeans and a nice black collared shirt. He pulled into the drive-in and parked in one of the available spaces. “What would you like?” he asked.

“Josh, I really like you, but I’m so nervous I can’t eat right now,” I replied.

“Okay, I’ll just get us some drinks and we can finish our conversation.” He ordered two cokes and then turned to face me. “Angela, I really like you, too, and I don’t want you to be nervous or upset about anything. What’s making you so nervous?”

I thought about what he’d said, and I really, really appreciated his willingness to make me feel more comfortable. “I haven’t had a chance to talk with my Dad about his date with your Mom; has she said anything to you about it?”

He answered right away. “Yes, she did, and she told me she had a fabulous time. You know they were out really late, right?”

“Yeah, my Dad didn’t come back to the motel until almost six in the morning.”

“Well, my Mom said they went to a hotel, something about not wanting to come to our house because I’d be there.” He hesitated, then added, “From what I used to overhear when she was still married to my Dad, my Mom can be kind of kinky sometimes, and I guess they wanted to be able to be noisy.” He smiled, then became serious again.

I didn’t want to respond to his little remark about kinkiness, so I just shared my concern. “I knew that my Dad and your Mom hit it off, they both want to get serious with each other, and I just feel a little weird about the two of us, their kids, being together. I really enjoyed making out with you. But–”

“But what?”

“I’d like to … ummm … you know.” He looked concerned, maybe he thought I wanted to slow things down, so I wanted to make my intentions clear. “I like you, and I want to take things further with you.” I knew that girls weren’t supposed to be this forward with guys, especially ones they’d just met, and I think I must have shocked him, at least a little. Then his face lit up.

“Are you really ready to take that step with me?”

“I am,” I whispered.

He thought for a moment. “My Mom is at work. I know you were hesitant before, and I don’t want you to feel pressured; we can take things slower, if you want.”

He was being extremely respectful, and I loved that he was letting me make the decision about having sex with him. But I was ready, more than ready. “I want this, just as much as you do, okay?”

His lips split into a big grin. “Okay.”

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Josh drove us to his house and pulled into the driveway. The house was large, much larger than I was expecting, given that only he and his Mom lived there. When we walked through the front door, I took a few seconds to look around. It was very tastefully decorated, with large paintings on the walls and modern, sleek furniture in the living room. It felt very homey, and I hoped that I could decorate the house my father was purchasing for us half as well as I assumed his mother did for this one. He gently took my hand.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked.

The butterflies were still nervously churning in my stomach. “I’m okay, let’s go to your room,” I said softly.

He squeezed my hand and led me up the stairs. Then we went to the last room at the end of a small hallway. When he opened the door, I took a moment to look around. A queen-size bed was against the wall in the middle of the room and the bed was neatly made. There was just a slight hint of dust on the comforter, and that gave me the impression it hadn’t been slept in for a while, but I didn’t give it that much thought. I noticed a TV and computer in one corner, and there were a few posters on the wall of Las Vegas sports teams and even a couple that showcased very pretty girls in small bikinis. Of course, I had to tease him about those.

“I’m not sure I could pull that off,” I said shyly.

His eyes followed mine to a poster of a swimsuit model and his lips split into a little grin. “Of course you could, you’re a lot hotter than they are.”

There was only a slight bit of hesitation as we turned and faced each other. Then he leaned towards me and our mouths met in a long, hot, passionate kiss. Our tongues gently explored each other’s mouths, and his hands moved to my back and then down to my bottom, and then he pulled me tight against his body. We continued to kiss and he stepped back, creating a little space between us, and he moved his hand to my breast and gently squeezed. I kissed him harder, and he rubbed my nipple through my top, and I moaned in pleasure.

Not that he needed more encouragement, but I decided to be just a little bolder with him. “I think we’ll be more comfortable on the bed,” I whispered, and he pulled back the comforter, and we lay down together, and he pressed his body against mine. He was gentle as he held me in his arms, stroking my body, but his tongue was insistent, exploring my mouth.

As our passion and intensity grew, he slid his hand under my top. While he played with my bare breasts, I reached down and rubbed his erection through his pants, and he let out a little moan. We both fumbled a bit getting the button undone and his zipper down, but after a few seconds, I reached into his boxers and wrapped my hand around his cock. I was thrilled with his size; he felt very long and incredibly thick. He was bigger than any of my previous boyfriends. He might even be bigger than my father, I thought to myself.

Josh moved his hand downward and I shifted on the bed to make it easier for him to unbutton my skirt. I helped him slide it down my long, tanned thighs, and he began to run the tips of his fingers over my wet little thong. We shared another long, slow kiss, and I gently stroked his shaft, and soon soft little moans were escaping from his lips. His big cock felt so good in my hand, but I needed more.

“I want to taste you, baby, I want you in my mouth,” I whispered.

He smiled. “Oh, yeah.”

He opened his legs and I crawled between them. His fat cock was lying on his stomach and drops of pre-cum were oozing from the head from my earlier ministrations. I grasped him at the base with both hands and started to stroke it up and down, and another low groan escaped his lips. I extended my tongue and pressed it into the base and slowly moved up the underside, feeling his blood-engorged veins. His hands wove through my long blonde hair and he brushed it away from my face so he could watch me. I kissed the tip of his cock over and over again, and each time I opened my mouth a little wider, until I took the whole head into my mouth. My tongue swirled across the throbbing tip of his cock, and he groaned again.

I sucked more of him into my mouth and cradled his balls in my hand with my other hand, still stroking the base of his member. Slowly, I worked him deeper into my mouth, ensuring that it stayed warm and wet, and after a few seconds, my saliva was dripping down his thick shaft.

“God, that feels so good,” he moaned above me.

I was certain now that he was just a little bit bigger than my father. Daddy was big, but he didn’t fill my mouth like Josh was. I relaxed the muscles in my throat, pushed towards him a bit harder, and took him all the way down to the root. Slowly, I bobbed up and down for a minute or two. I was impressed; none of my previous boyfriends had this much control. However, it didn’t take that long before his breathing changed and his body tensed.

I wrapped my lips lightly around the head of his cock and his hips began gently thrusting, fucking my mouth. Strong, heavy spurts hit the roof of my mouth and I began swallowing, trying to get the hot liquid down without losing any of it. Slowly, the bursts subsided, and I swallowed one last time. I gave him several seconds to recover, and then I crawled up his body and he pulled me tight into his arms.

“That was so good,” he said while still trying to catch his breath.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said shyly.

He held me for a couple of minutes and I just let him bathe in the afterglow. I loved feeling his hard body against mine; he was in such good shape

“I’d love to … you know … do that for you,” he whispered.

I giggled and tried, probably unsuccessfully, to contain my excitement. “Okay, I’d love that.” In the past, my boyfriends always wanted blow jobs, but not all of them would reciprocate. I loved the fact that Josh was willing to return the pleasure that I knew I’d given him.

I opened my legs and he crawled between them. He slipped his fingers underneath the little bands of elastic, I raised my bottom off the mattress, and he slid my thong down my thighs and threw it onto the floor.

Sensually, he ran the tips of his fingers through the little blonde thatch of hair above my vulva, and I let out a little moan and my body tensed in anticipation of what was to come. He extended his tongue and gently ran the tip over the lips of my vagina, and a little tingle coursed through me. He slipped his tongue inside me, tentatively at first, and then pushed it deep inside.

“That feels so good, baby.” I sighed as more little tingles ran through me.

A deep moan escaped my lips as his tongue licked the walls of my pussy. Involuntarily, my hips rose off the mattress, and I began gently grinding myself into his mouth. Taking just a bit of control, he wrapped his strong arms around my thighs, which held me motionless, and his tongue slipped out of me. He began licking and sucking my clit, and instantly I could feel my orgasm begin to build deep within the pit of my stomach.

“That feels so good, honey, just a little more.”

He slipped two fingers inside me, curled them upwards, and began to gently rub, putting pressure on my G-spot. He continued to gently suck my clit, and I exploded as the waves of my orgasm washed over me.

When my senses were starting to come back to me, he was licking my secretions from the inside of my thighs, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw my juices on his face. He crawled up my body and I pulled him into my arms, and we exchanged a slow, long, sensuous kiss. I loved tasting myself in his mouth.

“You’re really good at that,” I told him. Not many of my former lovers would go down on me, and the few that did weren't nearly as skilled as Josh; giving oral sex was something he obviously enjoyed and was very accomplished at.

We exchanged another hot little kiss. “I loved doing it, and we’ll be doing a lot more of it.”

I smiled. “I hope so.” I was really into him now. The more time I spent with him, the more I was falling for him.

He pulled me tight against his body, and I snuggled into him, and we just relaxed for a few moments and enjoyed the afterglow. “Would you like some water?” he asked.

“That sounds great.”

Josh slid out of bed, went down to the kitchen, and brought back a large bottle of water for us to share. He had such a toned, muscular body, and I loved the way his cock swayed from side to side when he walked. He slipped back into bed and we passed the bottle back and forth as we each rehydrated. Once we’d drained the bottle, he pulled me into him again and we shared another hot, passionate series of kisses. I could feel his erection pressing into my thigh, so I knew he was ready and wanted more of me. Not that he needed any encouragement, but I wanted to ensure that he knew I was ready too.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered.

His lips split into a little smile. “Okay.”

I rolled onto my back and opened my legs, and he crawled between them. I watched as he took his cock in his hand and ran the tip up and down the lips of my vagina, splitting them. When he found my opening, he slowly pushed the head inside me. I put my hands on his chest as he continued to ease forward, slowly opening and filling me. I let out a long, deep moan when our bodies rested together and I knew he was all the way inside me.

He started moving in and out of me slowly, and I wrapped my legs around his torso and began moving with him, meeting his easy, gentle thrusts. “Your big cock feels so good, baby, just a little faster,” I moaned.

He picked up the pace and I could feel droplets of his sweat land on my breasts. The angle was perfect and his shaft was rubbing my clit, pushing my body closer to going over the edge, and I felt my orgasm building. “Just like that, it feels so good,” I cooed.

My orgasm hit hard and fast as the waves washed over me. When I began to come back around, I found that his thrusting had increased to a fevered pitch. I was amazed at his control. I knew he’d already come once, but still, most guys his age couldn’t hold themselves back like that, and I couldn’t help but be impressed.

He was rutting inside me with calamitous force and I felt another orgasm begin to build. I wanted to bring him with me, so I squeezed the muscles in my vagina around his cock and his breathing immediately changed.

“Your pussy is so tight, it feels so good,” he groaned.

“I’m on the pill, come inside me, baby, make me feel it.”

Just as I felt his thick, heavy spurts squirt deep inside me, my body released and my world went dark. When my senses were back about me, I found that he’d collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight against me.

It took several minutes for us to fully catch our breath. I loved feeling his body against mine, his hard, muscled chest gently crushing my breasts. “That … that was just amazing, Angela,” he said while breaking into a little smile.

I used his words back to him. “I loved it, and it’s something we’re going to be doing a lot more of, okay?” I said saucily.

“We can do that as much as you want.”

I lay contentedly in Josh’s arms while our sweaty bodies cooled after our strenuous love-making. I didn’t really know him that well, but I felt that we’d already made a deep connection. I hoped he felt the same way about me, and I discovered it was as if he was reading my mind.

“I really like you, Angela, and I hope you feel the same way about me,” he whispered.

I inwardly smiled. He’s really into me. “I really like you, too,” I admitted, “and I’m not going anywhere, okay?” We shared another hot, passionate kiss. “I love that, even though we’re starting at a new school, we already have each other.”

He smiled. “Yes, we do, this is the start of something really good, isn't it?”

“Yes, it’s wonderful.”

We lay in each other’s arms for a few more minutes, and then he took my hand and led me to the guest bathroom, where we showered and had some fun fooling around while we soaped and rinsed each other. It was getting later in the afternoon and his Mom was going to be coming home from work soon, so we dressed and Josh drove me back to the motel.

He parked and we made out for several minutes before I reluctantly disengaged from his embrace; I’d had a wonderful afternoon and I had to force myself not to tell him to take me back to his house so we could be together again. I waved to him as he left and then went into the motel room that my Dad and I were sharing.

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My Dad had changed clothes and left for work early that morning, so we didn’t have a chance to talk about his date with Jessica. But he was home...