This was the beginning.
It was late at night in the heat of summer. We were in the early stages of becoming close friends. After a night out, Jennifer, Lydia, and I were driving around spending time with each other in a questionable part of town.
Jennifer was in the front seat next to me while Lydia was sitting in the back. We were having a good time laughing incessantly and joking around using raw sexual humor. We were college students. That was our right to be ignorant, or so we thought.
While we were sitting at a red light, Jennifer accidentally dropped her lighter between the seats. She leaned over to retrieve it. When she popped her head up, I noticed there was a car next to us. The two men in the other vehicle began to stare at us with wide-eyed looks. We had their attention.
It was obvious that it looked like Jennifer was giving me a blowjob. The horns popped up out of my head when I had this brilliant idea that Jennifer should bob her head up and down.
These men were smiling, laughing, hooting, and hollering, like some men do. Their eyes appeared to be popping out of their heads. So, I just smugly smiled and patted myself on the shoulder. I exaggerated this gesture for effect. As the light turned green, I waved and drove off.
We returned to Lydia's house and talked for a few minutes while standing in the driveway. We were laughing our asses off at that implied blowjob stunt. You have to admit, it was really funny and possibly one of my better moves at the time.
Lydia went in for the night while I stayed talking and joking with Jennifer. One thought led to another and somehow, the comment emerged out of my mouth to the effect of, "Too bad that was not the real thing." This was regarding the implied blowjob.
Jennifer smiled at me and softly said with a slight giggle, "That can be arranged." I was absolutely stunned. However, I felt the need to keep my proverbial cards to my vest.
The truth of the matter was that I instantly struck a major-league hardon. Yes! Immediately, it was Boner City!
I smugly smiled and ever so eloquently said, "Uh...my place." “Please. Follow me.” I was such an idiot. What could Jennifer possibly see in me, much less want to have my cock in her mouth? We hadn’t known each other very long at the time.
Obviously, there was something happening. There was a form of telepathic communication transpiring between us. I couldn't tell what it was, but out of nowhere, I wanted to get inside of her. Actually, I really wanted to get to know her better. She was a special person and I liked her. I really liked her!
We arrived at my house (parent's house) and quietly walked through the dimly lit kitchen, trying not to stumble. After gingerly creeping down the steps, we descended into my basement sanctuary.
Jennifer and I got comfortable on the carpeted floor. We were so sexually riveted that we didn’t realize that we were on the floor next to a bed. I realized that the bed was there later, and I couldn’t fathom why we didn’t use it.
Jennifer helped me unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. I pulled them down and took them off. She crawled over to me and slid her sweet lips onto my cock. She then ran her tongue up and down and back up my shaft stopping at the head of my penis while putting the tip of her tongue into the hole. Jennifer wiggled her tongue on the tip making it feel like she could stick it inside. Although it is not possible, her actions gave the illusion.
She then slid her mouth onto my cock with a bobbing up and down motion taking it as deep as she could. This was absolutely amazing! I was so hard and so excited I could not think straight. She continued to engulf my cock in her mouth to the point where I was going to lose my load.
Although I wanted to cum so strongly in her mouth, I held back and did not allow myself to do so. Instead, I wanted to cum inside her pussy. I wanted to shove my cock as far up inside to feel the back wall of her vagina. I was in conflict. Fucking was neither discussed nor was it on the table. I felt that I was only cleared for the blowjob.
How do I elevate this very first sordid adventure to putting my cock up inside her pussy? How do I assume it would be alright? I liked Jennifer and I did not feel it was right to move further. She was becoming my closest friend. I wanted her friendship, and I also wanted her pussy. The truth was that I wanted her, but that is many years later and to be discussed in another story.