My heart thrummed with quiet excitement. Tanya's bedroom smelled amazing. It carried her scent and the perfume she wore daily. Her bed felt so soft and bouncy, and mad thoughts coursed through my mind. I wondered if we were going to take it to the next level in a moment.
Tanya and I had only dated for a few weeks. I took her out to see movies, and walks along the park and even bought her some gifts.
Maybe this is how she will deepen our bond... I mean, I didn't come to her house just to expect sex. Okay, maybe I was hoping for it, but it wasn't my sole motive. You can't blame a healthy eighteen-year-old virgin guy for being a bit excited.
Tonight, I might finally become a man.
The door opened and Tanya came in. She smiled and brushed a lock of hair back.
"Hey."
I smiled. "Hey, you."
She pushed the door behind her until there was a satisfying, secure click.
"So, what's going on?"
"I was hoping you could do something for me."
"Yeah?" I asked, trying to contain the anticipation bubbling up inside me. "You know I'd do anything for you."
She opened her wardrobe and reached in, which I was hoping was a good sign.
"I was hoping you could help me with my history dissertation."
She dropped a stack of folders on the bed.
"Uh, okay?" I flipped through the folders and frowned. "You barely begun."
"I know right? Malcolm, baby, you're the only person who can help me with this," she said, flashing me the puppy dog eyes. I'm not going to lie, the moment she did that, my resolve crumbled faster than a sandcastle bracing against a tornado. I knew I shouldn't essentially do her entire assignment for her, but... Those eyes.
Her hand clasped over my kneecap, squeezing me. "Please?"
I sighed. "Okay, I'll give you a hand."
"Great! Oh, Malcolm, you have no idea what this means to me. I promised Sandy I'd go to the Furious Boys concert with her this weekend! Now I better think about getting the right outfit together."
"But what about your dissertation?"
"You don't mind, do you? I mean, if you did it for me just this once, I'll make it up to you."
Okay, so I sucked. She gave me her folders and while she was out partying with her friends this weekend, I had to cram her dissertation for her. Good thing I already did mine, so it'll be a lot of naughty paraphrasing and she has something ready for class on Monday.
I quickly said hi to Mom as I got home, determined to get the project done. She asked me if I was going to have dinner with her, but I didn't even want to waste that precious hour.
I literally burned the midnight oil from Friday through to Monday morning.
My mind and body were tired, I was on the brink of total exhaustion. But it was cool. It was going to be worth it.
I felt like a king when I walked into class and handed Tanya the completed dissertation.
"Here you go, the core principles and arguments are in line with mine, so you definitely will get more than a passing grade."
She flashed me that megawatt smile and took the folder from me. "Thank you, Malcolm, you're the best."
I leaned in for a kiss and she hugged me. Her friends looked at us and smiled.
They probably thought we were a cute couple.
"So, uh, how will you reward me?" I asked, barely able to contain my smirk.
"I'll talk to you after classes, okay? You're going to love what I have in mind."
"Yeah, sure."
Constantly looking at the clock was probably one of the dumbest things you could do when you wanted time to pass by quickly. And that was exactly what I did because I was fucking ecstatic. Oh boy, I wondered what Tanya had in store for me. I did her a huge favor, so her reward would be something substantial. Thankfully, I kept my lucky condom in my wallet.
After what felt like a million years, classes were finally over. I texted Tanya and she told me to meet her by the bike shed.
Nice. That was one of the notorious hook-up spots in school. Wasn't exactly romantic, but it'll be a memory I'll forever treasure.
I waved to Tanya as I rounded the corner. She was waiting for me as promised.
"Hey, Malcolm. Are you ready for your present?"
I licked my lips. My cock stirred from those sweet words. "Y-yeah."
"Close your eyes, first."
A wide smirk crawled across my face. "The tension is killing me," I chuckled.
Then my phone buzzed.
"Okay, you can open them now. Check your email."
"What's this?"
I looked at my emails, and she sent me a discount code for a computer game. Five percent off on any game above fifty dollars... "Uh, thank you, I guess."
"I know you like computer games and I couldn't think of anything better for you," she said, smiling.
I wrapped my arms around her. "I had a couple of ideas in mind." I leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her cheek.
"Oh, Malcolm. I don't think I'm ready for that, yet."
"Oh, really? I just thought..."
"Oh no, you weren't expecting something sexual in return for helping me out, did you? Please don't tell me that was what you wanted."
I swallowed down the bile of disappointment. "No, of course not. I wanted to help you because that's what I do. Sorry, I didn't mean to push anything, I thought we might be ready to take it to the next level, that's all."
She peeled herself out of my arms and smiled. "It's okay, Malcolm. If it's alright I'd like to take things slow. If we rush things, it'll just end up being messy and full of regret, you wouldn't want that, right?"
"No, of course not."
"Great. I'm glad we're on the same page. I'm going to go meet up with Sandy now. You don't have to come, it'll be boring girlfriend stuff."
I was glad she went off. Fucking hell, the disappointment was crushing. My balls didn't give a fuck about my feelings, though. I spent all day. No, all fucking weekend fantasizing about what was going to happen and now it didn't happen. I didn't even jerk off, either, thinking I wanted her first impression of me to be good, that my first cum load wasn't some pathetic dribble.
And now it was backfiring like a motherfucker.
I went home with a mix of lust, sadness, and shame coursing through me. Maybe Tanya was right and I was thinking too much with my dick.
"Hey, honey, how was your day?" Mom asked as I passed the living room.
"Fine," I said, going straight upstairs because mom was always so cheerful and I wasn't feeling particularly happy at the moment.
I tossed my bag aside and crashed on the bed, staring straight up at the ceiling.
What the hell was I doing?
I wanted to believe that there was something between me and Tanya. But deep down I had a niggling feeling that it wasn't meant to be. The more pathetic, weaker part of me wasn't ready to face that truth yet.
Still, she was so damned pretty. With those pouty lips and big almond eyes... My dick pulsed with need. Shit, I haven't jerked off all weekend, and compounded with my tiredness, and tantric-level expectations, my dick demanded to be satisfied.
Might as well rub one out and fucking go to sleep.
I stripped off all of my clothes and got nice and comfortable on my bed. I had a nice collection of saved videos on my phone, and for this particular moment, I started playing one with a pretty blonde thing being grateful for her massive cock nerd classmate for fixing her laptop.
My dick was plenty hard. My balls were filled to the brim with cum, and all I wanted was to relieve them. I grabbed one of my trusty socks and pulled it over my dick.
"Fuck. Tanya..." I groaned, gripping my meat. My shaft pulsed painfully as I milked the cum out of me. I tried to remember the way her bedroom smelled. Of a teenage girl's scent, deodorant and other alien smells a boy like me wasn't familiar with, yet it all smelled distinctly feminine and wonderful. I imagined what it'd be like to be on top of her, on her bed as I took her virginity.
That we gave our first times to each other...
"Fuck," I hissed. My balls tightened. It wasn't going to take much.
"Honey, I bought you some hot cocoa. You looked a bit down so-"
Mom gasped as she walked in - unannounced - with a tray of cocoa and cookies.
Pure terror coursed through me. There was no mistaking what she witnessed. I sorely wished I could go back ten minutes ago and fucking decided to jerk off under the sheets, but no, I just had to enjoy the feeling of being completely free and naked.
Mom placed the tray on my dresser, hastily shoving aside some manga and DVDs for space. "I'm sorry, I should've knocked. Sorry for walking in on you."
She turned and left before I had the chance to speak.
When I thought the day couldn't get any worse, my mom caught me beating the meat... I didn't finish, my adrenaline spiked and the panic crushed my libido.
The only thing I could do was go piss, come back, and enjoy the cocoa and cookies at least.
It warmed me right up, and before I knew it, I drifted off.
My dreams were staggered and all jumbled up. I dreamt of being horny, frustrated and got accused of plagiarising my history dissertation. I asked Tanya to clear things up but all she did was act innocent. Then I ran home to Mom and she said she'll reward me for working so hard with a nice blowjob.
"Honey?" I heard Mom's voice calling for me.
I sucked in a breath, the tendrils of sleep still gripped me tight.
"Honey, wake up," mom said softly.
It was still dark out and I blinked myself awake. "Mom? What time is it?"
"Sorry, baby, it's still late. I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have just run off like that. I was... Embarrassed, I guess."
"Sorry to embarrass you like that, Mom."
"Not you, honey. It's perfectly natural, what you were doing. I should've been more mature about it. Can we talk it through?"
Not going to lie, I didn't want to do the whole awkward convo thing with Mom, but at the same time I wanted to clear the air. "Yeah, I guess."
She smiled. My sleep was only just wearing off, and I couldn't help but notice how hot she looked in her camisole. It was a silky purple thing that fell softly on her body, clinging to her curves. Especially her breasts. Even in the dim light of my room, I could see her big juicy nipples pushing against the fabric. My cock pulsed in complaint. I didn't finish earlier and now the slightest stimulation was causing havoc down there. Even if it was my mother.
