Tim laughed. “Ah, Katey, you are so innocent!”
I smiled up at him as we stood in the park behind the shopping mall. Tim had volunteered to walk me home after work, a part time job I had after college some nights and Saturdays at McDonalds. He was my manager and I was flattered by the attention of someone older, hence I had agreed to take the walk with him. It was to be my first semi-romance. I must have been about 18.
I kind of knew what “walk home” meant. I was a teenager who was excited and exploring new feelings, especially after spending the first twelve years of my life growing up on a religious compound, but I was still nervous of course. I also knew that this park was the best known make out spot in town.
He was looking at me intently, his handsome face flushed. “I think they are you know...” he said before pausing.
“She’s probably giving him a blowjob.”
Now it was time for my face to turn red. I stared at him for even having said those words, and I stared at the silhouettes in the distance with new understanding. I exhaled in surprise when Tim brushed his hand against my leg.
“Haha, sorry, didn’t mean to make you jump.” His smile was cheeky and mesmerizing. “Have you, um, ever, um…”
I shook my head again. We both looked over to the other couple once more. It was getting towards dusk and we were far enough away that our presence was unregistered to them. And frankly, they were too busy to notice us anyway. We could make out the guy looking down now, then his female partner standing up and hugging and kissing him. Hand in hand they started to walk away in the opposite direction to us, leaving us…alone.
“Kate, ummm, would you like to try it?”
I guess my silence about the subject and my interest in the other couple gave him the green light to let the idea enter his mind. At least he asked, I thought. And you know what… I wanted to. I'd watched enough of my older sister's porn tapes to have an idea what to do, and frankly, I was busting to give it a go. I didn't want to appear too eager however.
“Okay.”
“Cool.” Tim gathered me to him, softly folding me in his arms and kissing me tenderly. He was sweet. I tried to relax but I froze stiff as his hands slid over my top, cupping my left breast and making me sigh with tension.
“Relax, don’t hold yourself so tight. Here, touch me.” He took my hand and laid it underneath his shirt. His skin felt so hot, so slick with perspiration. I was hooked. Pleasure of the flesh began to intoxicate me.
He took my hands and pushed them down to his waist before I started to undo his belt and jeans. I was keen to get to the prize now, to see my first cock. I could see it straining through the material of his pants.
“Here, let me help.” Tim pushed his jeans and shorts down onto his thighs. Time slowed down, the anticipation created suspense. Then my eyes went wide at the site of his cock rising up in the air, the thick crown already crimson with the pressure he was under. With nothing to compare it against other than the guys in porn, I was impressed.
“Do you want to touch it?” Tim asked, almost in trepidation. He worked his foot free from one leg of his jeans and briefs, giving him freedom to part his legs. His sack hung heavily between his open legs.
I guess I may have looked like a doe in the headlights, and I laughed with nervousness, his thick meat jumping at my touch, so warm. I inspected him, marvelling at the hardness, a little grossed out with all the veins protruding. The thick mushroom shaped cap was a strange sight and I couldn’t help but wonder how in the world it would ever fit inside me.