Where it happened: bathroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I had just moved to this town about a couple of years ago and I was just starting in high school. I grew up in a military family and we moved to various places a few times growing up. But at that time I had come to treat life easily. I learned it was best just to go with the flow. And in a year I got to know many people, not only at school but also in our neighborhood. But there was the one boy who, as soon as I first saw him, remained like candy in my mind. It was the neighborhood boy who lived right next door.
We both attended the same school. We lived right next door. We had crossed each other’s paths so many times everywhere: at school, around the block, at the grocery store, or me walking the dog and him sitting on the front porch– and every time when passing each other we went only as far as saying hello, or through almost silent recognitions as giving a discernible smile or a nod, or a wave, for mere courtesy’s sake, perhaps, done subconsciously, perhaps— I don’t know. But I was infatuated with that boy from next door, and though we’ve been neighbors for over a year—still we were almost completely strangers. Our families led different lives. But I would lock my eyes on his on each and every instance we passed, affecting my eyes in a sexy way, like the wink of a lazy cat, as if implying that the bedroom was just around the corner.
Almost every mid-afternoon on sultry summer days I would hear him swimming in their backyard. And I would be in our backyard too, doing whatever, anything just so I could be with him a few feet away (though separated by a wooden fence). I would pretend to hang out, or text or call my friends on my cell phone, or studying, or playing with my dog (we didn’t have a pool). He was in his senior year and was on the baseball team, popular with girls— often I saw several girls coming and going at their front door from my bedroom window when Mrs. Gray was out.
And it was one hot summer afternoon when I was home alone, and when the neighborhood boys were all shirtless with their naked chests and everyone seemed to be wearing skimpy clothing and I only want Preston (so his name was). I’ve never done it before and my curiosity was wearing thin and I was just about ready and willing to try it, and who else could be worth dispelling my purity but the boy I admired then the most, Preston? One afternoon, seeing Mrs. Gray’s SUV pull out from the driveway, and knowing that Preston was swimming alone, I took to my bedroom and donned on my new jean-shorts and a skin-hugging pale white t-shirt with the thinnest see through fabric, marking out some sexy black bra I stole from my older sister’s bureau, and with my sandals on I trooped to our backyard feeling some sense of some courageous quest. Walking out the sliding door leading to our yard I became nervous and excited. Within me was an animalistic craze for Preston. I had played with myself on many nights fantasizing about him.
Out in the backyard, I started playing with the dog, making my presence across the fence be known, however desperately, making some noise, throwing the ball for the dog to fetch and sometimes intentionally hitting the wooden fence. He had been swimming in the pool, and all of a sudden I heard the splashing of the water suddenly ceased, and when I stared in the direction into their yard I could make out his figure, shirtless and wearing shorts, through the small slits of the wooden planks of the fence. I saw him looked through as I looked at him. He soon stepped and walked back and headed to the pool. He dove in the water; I heard. I walked straight to the fence, driven by my hunger of experience, and just stood on one spot and peeped through. I saw him swimming in the pool. Then he swam towards the direction to where I stood peeping, and, stopping at the edge, his head getting up from the water, he looked and saw my figure; I know, for hepeered intently at my direction. I saw him come out of the pool, water dripping over his naked smooth silky chest, and started walking towards my figure. But he stopped at a few paces back, seemingly cautious. ‘Hi,’ I said. ‘Hi?’ he said, or rather asked, sounding unsure. ‘You’re a good swimmer,’ I said. ‘Ugh, thanks,’ he said, scratching his head (I saw a nest of tawny hair nestled in his armpits.) I shifted standing on my other foot, bending further my back, trying to be sexy for him. ‘Do you swim?’ he asked. ‘Sure,’ I said. Then I moved slowly, like a seductive serpent moving through a grass, walking on the side of the house, keeping close to the fence so he could see me gliding my way towards the gate out front. He followed seemingly willing and obedient. I felt victorious. I have stunned my prey. I unlatched our gate and got out. He unlatched theirs and opened the gate and I immediately took a sight of his bulging crotch. I was hungry for experience, and my heart was beating fast, and my pussy was drooling wet at the sight of his bulge. The next thing I knew I found myself walking on the side of their house into their yard towards the pool. He let me walk before him an arm’s length at first, and then he slapped my butt. He moved closer behind me and I reached to his crotch. He felt huge. He was rock hard. He moved in really close and I felt his boner, which began rubbing between the crack in my ass. A warm fire shot through my veins and I got really wet. I turned around and we began kissing. He smelled faintly of chlorine. I skimmed through with my fingers his bare chest as we kissed. I felt his nipple. He held and began fondling my small titties. His mother was just off to the grocery store, he said. He led me hastily to the bathroom which was just passed the kitchen as we entered their back door.
Getting in the quaint sized bathroom, he closed the door then locked it. I leaned on the sink, my back to it, and we got back to kissing. We lapped our tongues wildly, tasting each other’s saliva. His hands were at my breasts again. Then he helped me took off my t-shirt and my bra. He planked his face as soon as my bra fell from my developing breasts. Then he circled his tongue around one nipple, licking its tip, moving his tongue up and down, then sucking at it. He did the same thing to my other breast. Then he put his hands to work, unbuttoned my shorts and pulled it down. His hand reached through my warm, wet crotch. He thrust his finger slightly in my wet warm crotch, then massaged it. I moaned a little, I was burning with a hot desire. I reached through his cock, then began stroking it with his shorts on. He felt even bigger this time. From my breast he traveled his tongue downwards through my stomach, stopping shortly at my navel and licking it too, then leading down to my crotch. I still had my panties on. He sniffed at my pussy. He licked at it with my underwear on. He bit and pulled my underwear with his teeth. Then he reached both his hand up to my ass as he was kneeling, his face right on my crotch, rubbing his nose onto it, kissing it. He squeezed my butt cheeks and he brushed his fingers up and down my butt crack which tingled me. Then his fingers rubbed on my butt hole and he tried poking at it, playing with it. He pulled my panties down and he just as soon buried his face on my warm wet pussy. I felt his warm elastic tongue slide in and out. I started to moan. Then his hands spread my pussy as he reached his tongue as deep as he could inside. It felt so good. He poked in a finger at one point, and I thought about when I would play with myself, but that this was so much better better like this, having someone finger, play with my pussy for me, let alone Preston! A few moments later he stood up, slid his shorts down, which caught his solid thick cock, flopping stiff. He spit on his fingers then swiped it on my pussy. He wet his dick with his spit too, and then he pushed, slowly at first. Then I felt a cutting pain drove through me. He was rock hard and it felt much bigger nailed inside me. He swayed back and forth. There was still the pain. I looked down and I saw blood. I began to moan loud. He saw it too. But he simply sat me on the sink and kept fucking me. I kept moaning. Then there began to be pleasure in the pain. It was about five minutes after his dick was inside me till he came, and when he did he burst in a spasm of some cry, a sound of a stifled yell, but with assurance of a release. I felt his cum planted deep inside my pussy. We were both panting after. He kissed me a second on the lips, and then he pulled out his cock, still rock hard. He put his shorts up and reached to the floor for my clothes, then handed them to me. I began dressing myself. I didn’t orgasm but I felt good, happy even. We came out from the bathroom and I simply walked back to our house, feeling as if something different had come over me. I felt changed somehow. Somehow I felt mature in some way. I wasn’t virgin anymore.
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