Those Kinds of Adult Stories Your Mother Warned You About

by Natalie Nogasm

“Hey, nice to meet ya, I’m Austin,” said a voice from behind. I just wanted to sulk but they’d done nothing wrong so I thought I’d turn around and be sociable.

  “Hey, I’m Rachel, nice to meet you both,” I replied with a smile on my face, looking at them properly for the first time.

  “Hi, I’m Andy, sorry for tagging along, we’ll give you some gas money,” said the other boy with a sweet enough manner.

  “No worries, that’d be great, thanks,” I replied, trying to forget about being annoyed.

  I got a better look at Austin as he wasn’t in the seat directly behind me, he had short brown hair with the type of designer beard that George could only ever dream of. He was kinda handsome and had a smile that just made you feel good. George’s brother was 21 so I presumed that’s how old they were, they seemed friendly enough.

  Andy had the short back and sides look and looked more mean than Austin but the rugged kind of mean where you thought he’d probably protect you if anything was going wrong. I was still pissed off about the trip. The image in my mind that I dreamed up when I was playing with my vibrator of George taking me over the hood of his car was not happening.

  Not that it would have happened anyway though, George would never do such a thing and I would never dare to ask. I was kinda hoping that I could start to try and flirt with George on the way to the festival though and now I couldn’t even do that. I don’t know how to flirt but I was getting more and more curious about sex and wanting to be touched.

  The first part of the drive was quiet, George had created a playlist of the artists that were going to be at the festival and that was playing along with Austin and Andy were just playing on their phones to pass the time. Me and George would have idle chit-chat now and again but didn’t really get into many conversation topics.

  “Who you looking forward to seeing the most,” said Austin from the back, breaking the silence that had been established between the front and back of the car.

  “Probably Simon Arthur, he’s probably my favorite artist of all time,” said George with his predictable answer.

  “Ah cool,” said Austin, “I can’t wait to see Flawless, they’re going to be awesome,” he finished as my ears pricked up.

  “Me too,” said Andy, looking up from his phone. I could see George take a quick glance over to me expecting me to say something.

  “Well Flawless are my favorite band too but they’re on the same time as Simon Arthur, so I’m probably going to have to skip that one,” I replied with the resigned tone in my voice.

  “Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” said Austin.

  I hadn’t forgotten about it. Me and George had a lengthy discussion about who we were going to see and at what time, as there were few different stages at the festival. Eventually I gave in as it was George’s idea to go in the first place so I was just happy to see whoever I got to see, I was already jealous of Austin and Andy getting to watch them though.

  The conversation continued for a while about what bands were on and what people wanted to see and I stayed mostly quiet as I wasn’t exactly the best conversationalist. After an hour or so we decided to make a stop in order to stretch our legs and get some drinks. I got out of the car and went into the shop, when I came out Austin and Andy were stood by the car.

  It wasn’t until that moment I realized how tall they both were, they could have been linebackers which was a stark contrast to that of George, he had the lanky body of a 7 foot tall basketball player but was barely taller than me. I’m sure he was going to grow into his body a bit but I couldn’t help but admire other men at times.

  “What’s a girl like you doing with a boy like George?” enquired Andy with a question that took me back a bit, I didn’t really understand it as I stood there waiting for George to finish getting his coffee or whatever he was going.

  “What dya mean?” I enquired.

  “Well it’s fair to say he’s punching above his weight,” said Andy as the two of them laughed together. I’d kinda heard of that phrase before but wanted to know exactly what they meant.

  “Sorry, I’m not sure what you mean by that,” I said politely.

  “Well you’re stunning, you have a hot body and a pretty face and George is . . . well . . . just not on your level, let’s put it that way,” he continued, as I tried not to blush at the compliment. I’d spent most of my life sheltered away and George was my first ever boyfriend.

  “And I suppose you think you’re at my level,” I said, impressed with my quick response.

  “Well I’m not sure about that, all I know is that 9’s don’t stay with 5’s,” said Andy with a devilish smile.

  “So you think I’m a 9?”

  “Yep,” said Andy.

  “Erm, 8 and a half,” said Austin, chirping into the conversation. He said it with that soft smile of his which I was starting to hate, hate because it was giving me feelings that I didn’t want.

  “Well even if you are right,” I said brashly, “9’s stay with 5’s if they love each other.”

  “So you love him?” quickly replied Austin.

  The question threw me, me and George were at that stage where we said it to each other but I didn’t really know what it meant, I didn’t really know what love was. To me it was just one of those things that you said just because you felt like you had to.

  “Well, I dunno’” I said, instantly thinking that I should have just said yes.

  Austin and Andy gave themselves a look and I wasn’t even sure what it meant. George soon came out of the shop holding an assortment of different snacks as well as drinks. As soon as he came out I looked at him a little differently, the words of his brother's friends had spread through me like a virus. Was he good looking? Did I love him? This was meant to be a romantic trip away to our first ever festival and here I was doubting our relationship.

  “What were you talking about?” asked George.

  “Austin and Andy were saying how they are going to get us our alcohol while we’re in the festival,” I replied, putting them into a position where they had no choice but to comply.

  “Of course,” smiled Andy, as George was happy with the agreement and started to get back into the car. Just before I did I looked over at the two boys and shared a smile. I seemed to have found this quick wit from somewhere and I was enjoying myself.

  We continued on our way to the festival and it wouldn’t be too long now until we arrived at the camping site. I was looking forward to setting up for the day and enjoying a great day of music tomorrow. The conversation was flowing in the car but it had mainly turned into talking about sport which I wasn’t really interested in.

  I was happy enough tapping along to the music and singing along in my head and going on my phone every now and again. We finally arrived at the festival after a long drive and I couldn’t wait to get our tent set up and relax. It was a long walk from the car and we had a lot of things to carry. George was burdened by our tent and his clothes while I was carrying the rest of the supplies.

  “Here, let me take that,” said a voice from behind, it was Austin.

  He was now carrying all my things as well as his own tent and I couldn’t help but admire his strength. George gave a cursory look almost as if to bemoan the fact that he wasn’t strong enough to carry anything else. After a while Austin passed the bag over to Andy to share the load, I felt kind of guilty but I was carrying a few things as well.

  We were getting close to the campsite when Andy went to pass the bag back to Andy for another stint of carrying it.

  “I’ll take it for a bit,” said George trying to show off.

  He took the bag but after only a minute or so he had to put it down as the weight of carrying two bags was too much.

  “It’s alright, I’ll take it from here,” I said to him, smiling.

  I kinda felt sorry for him, he tried to show he was as strong as the other two boys but just couldn’t manage it. I struggled the short distance to the campsite and was relieved to make it there. />
  George’s brother was already there when we arrived and gave his friends and me and George a warm greeting. Some other of his friends were there as well but one of them had bought along his girlfriend and I was happy for a bit of female company.

  We started talking away as the boys set up the tents, she was called Roxanne and she gave me a vodka and coke to drink. I was hesitant at first as I’d never really drunk much before and this was going to be my first proper weekend of drinking.

  I looked back and George was struggling with putting up the tent. It was pretty easy and I could have done it myself and was just about to go over and help him when I saw Austin and his brother head over to give him a hand. Everyone else had already put up their tent and it wasn’t long until ours was up with a little help.

  I went inside and laid down our sleeping bags and organized our living arrangements. It was a very spacious tent and probably could have slept four people at a push, I looked at my surroundings and hoped that this would be the place where I’d lose my virginity. I was nervous but I felt ready, I just hoped that George was.

  We left the tent for a short while as the campsite was filling up and an atmosphere was starting to build. All the group were gathered around in a circle drinking alcohol and listening to music, I was sat with George on one side of me and Roxanne on the other side. I felt happy to be at the festival and excited to be seeing some of my favorite bands.

  As the night wore on the conversation topics began to more flirty as the drink started to flow with the boys in the group trying to outdo each other with what they’d done in the past. It was at that stage that one of the other boys in the group suggested playing the drinking game ‘never have I ever’ where someone makes a statement about how they have never done something and if anyone in the group has done it then they have to drink.

  I could already see that George was uncomfortable and I was a little bit as I knew we wouldn’t be doing too much drinking. Everyone’s drink was topped up to start the game. At this point I was a little tipsy but I was trying to take it nice and slow.

  The boy, one of George’s brother’s friends, got up an app that had a list of questions on it and started to get the game going. I was nervous as to what the questions would be and how many people would be looking at me.

  “Never have I ever gotten a blowjob while driving a car,” came the first question. I’d never even given a blowjob let alone given one in a car. A couple of the boys drank amid mutterings of laughter.

  “Never have I ever had sex on the couch of my parents,” came the next question and everyone drank except me or George, which was a bit embarrassing.

  “Never have I ever had sex on the first date,” he said reading out the text from his phone, thankfully me and George weren’t the only ones who were not drinking this time.

  “Never have I ever had a threesome,” was the next one and everyone looked curiously around at each other and the only one to drink was the girl who was sat next to me, much to the embarrassment of her boyfriend, but she didn’t care.

  “Never have I ever drunk so much that I blacked out,” finally a question that I could drink too! Not that I was proud of it but my first taste of alcohol was when I snuck away some of my parent’s brandy to see what all the fuss was about, suffice to say that it didn’t end well. George, again, kept his drink by his side.

  “Never have I ever cheated on my partner,” A couple of the boys drank to this one among joking boos from a few other members of the group.

  “Never have I ever used a blindfold while having sex,” again everyone drank, everyone except for me and George that was. He looked agitated and I could see that he wasn’t enjoying himself. Everyone was having a good time and laughing with not a lot of judgment going on despite the questions of the game.

  “I’m tired from driving so I think I’m going to go to sleep,” said George as he got up and quickly left. After a few murmurs from the group they wished him a good night as they went back to playing the game. I wanted to carry on with the night as I was having fun but I knew I had to follow George into our temporary home.

  “What’s up?” I said to him as he had a miserable look on his face.

  “Nothing, I’m just tired,” he said in a sharp tone, “I wasn’t just going to sit there and not drink all night,” he finished.

  “Well let’s change some of the answers,” I said to him, trying to be seductive, not really knowing what I was doing. We’d both had a drink and I was anxious for the moment. Our tent was a bit away from where the rest of the group were and there was plenty of music in the background.

  “What dya mean?” he said, not getting the clear message.

  I placed my hand over his crotch and looked him in the eye, he just sat there motionless, not doing anything. For once in my life I felt brave, daring. I reached up to the button at the top of his jeans and he pushed my hand away.

  “What?” I said to him, wondering what his objection was.

  “We can’t do it here, I’m not going to do it in a tent,” he said. I was bored of waiting and it barely seemed like he was interested in me.

  “How about I put it in my mouth?” I said to him, for some reason I was too scared to use the word ‘blowjob’ almost as if it was going to be too rude for him.

  “Okay, sure,” came his nonplussed reply. His lack of motivation made me not want to bother but I thought that he was just being shy.

  I pulled his jeans and his underwear down and he looked nervous and I was too. I saw his cock for the first time and couldn’t help but be a little underwhelmed. He wasn’t fully hard yet though so I thought maybe it’d grow into something much bigger.

  He lay fully straight back as he was dressed with just a t-shirt on with his jeans now pulled down to his knees. I felt his cock with my hand before leaning over as it started to harden. I took a deep breath and tried to remember what I had seen from a few porn clips and what I had read online.

  I placed my lips over his cock and took it fully into my mouth, massaging the tip of it with my tongue. It soon started to harden in my mouth and I loved that sensation, for the first time I was sexually pleasing my boyfriend. I had no idea if what I was doing was any good but then I thought that George would have little idea as well.

  I withdrew his cock out of my mouth and by now it was fully straight and hard, I felt a small sense of achievement that I was able to do that. I leaned back in and took his whole cock into my mouth as it nearly got all the way to the back of my throat.

  I tried to rotate my mouth over the tip of his cock and then work it with my hand but I wasn’t getting much feedback from George. He was just laid back there with his eyes closed as I pleased him, I bobbed my head up and down on his cock and thought I was doing a good job. I sat up for a moment and continued to stroke it with my hand.

  I could see him start to get more pleasure and then his body tensed up. I wasn’t sure what was happening until cum shot out of the tip of his cock and onto my hand. I had always wondered what cum would taste like but I suppose that would have to wait.

  “I enjoyed that,” he said as he sat up, grabbing the tissues from the bag. It was nice to know that he did as that was my first clue.

  “Are you going to play with me?” I said to him desperate for attention.

  “It’s late Rachel and that was a lot to take,” he said as if he’d just run a marathon.

  “And when are we going to have sex?” I enquired, a little annoyed.

  “I dunno, when my parents are away or something,” he said.

  I didn’t say anything in reply and didn’t really want to be there. I’d put far too much hope on this weekend away and turned away to try and sleep, George didn’t seem bothered by it. We had got together so young and now it was just feeling like two friends who had grown apart. Still, there was the music and I was hoping Roxanne would want me to hang around with her.

  I woke up to thumping, but it wasn’t a hangover inside my own head it was the thumping of the bass from
a sound check from the distant stage. It got me in the mood for the day and I was determined to have a good time, even if George wasn’t.

  I decided I’d get dressed for my first ever day at a festival, a quick look outside of the tent confirmed that it was a sunny day and I was looking forward to getting out there and dancing and drinking to my favorite songs. I put on my bra which pushed up my C-cup breasts nicely and placed my white vest top over them and then pulled up my denim skirt before sliding on my flat-heeled boots and I was ready to go.

  By this time George was only starting to wake up and I completed my makeup and made my way out of the tent. I looked across the sea of tents and the stages in the background and I was happy to be there.

  “Come over here,” shouted Roxanne as the group were already having some breakfast as I went to join them. There was a buzz around the place and everyone was discussing their ideas for the day and who they wanted to see. There were three different stages with different acts on each of them, me and George had already discussed what bands we were going to see, which included watching Simon Arthur instead of Flawless.

  George woke up and joined the group and seemed annoyed that I had left the tent early. We shared our first sexual experience the night before and it’s like it ever even happened, no warmth or no smiling from him. I wanted to come to this festival for two things and that was George and the music but right now, I was just going to focus on the music.

  When it came to the first artist of the day everyone was in agreeance that they all wanted to watch the same act so we made our way to the stage. There were nine of us in total including me, George, Austin, Andy, George’s brother with a few of his friends and Roxanne. Everyone else was 21 with me and George being the only 18 year olds. It felt good to be with an older crowd, especially considering they could buy us drinks.

  I was determined to take it slowly as I sipped into my first vodka and coke of the day. As soon as the music started playing I felt happy, I tried to get George to wrap his hands around me but he just wanted to stand there. He was more interested in talking to his brother than he was talking to me. I looked over at Roxanne and she was hugging, kissing and singing along with her boyfriend and I couldn’t help feeling a little jealous, and a little alone.