I squinted at her. She claimed to have had this wild ride in L.A., but I knew she spent the whole time auditioning while being chaperoned by her mom. “Sometimes I can’t tell if you’ve really done any of this stuff, or you’re exaggerating to be funny.”
“I’m an excellent actress, so you’ll never know. Don’t forget, you’re coming over on Wednesday so we can watch my cameo on Smallville.”
“It’s so exciting that you got on that show.”
“Well, they’ve been shooting around here for four seasons now, so eventually every actor under 20 is going to get a shot.” April tried to act casual, but she was very excited. “Anyway, let’s get back to your question. So, the great Phil Davidson is not the stud we were led to believe?”
“No! Absolutely not. Phil’s great.” Well, I didn’t know if he was great at that, but he was a great kisser and feeler of breasts. “It’s me, I’m wondering if I suck.”
“If you suck at sucking?” April laughed. Her boyfriend, Spencer Mills, slid in beside April and put his arm around her. Oh great, an audience.
“Who sucks at sucking?” he asked.
“Not me,” she said and kissed him.
“I can confirm that,” he said. “So, it must be you, Kelly.”
I shook my head. Maybe I did, but I wasn’t telling him anything. Spencer was kind of a bro and a blabbermouth. That was what was so hard about this, you couldn’t get any sex advice without everyone at school knowing everything. Which would get back to Phil faster than I could skate end to end.
Spencer leered at me. “Don’t worry. There is no such thing as a bad blow job.”
Maybe not, but then how come Phil had been avoiding anything sexual with me ever since that night at my house? I mean, I didn’t bite him or anything, and he came, so it had to be okay, right? I thought he had really enjoyed it. Was I supposed to say something complimentary about his penis when I saw it? But I was pretty sure Phil already knew that he was well endowed. Crap, why didn’t we cover this stuff in Health? All my insecurities about being inexperienced were coming to the surface again.
And I was becoming obsessed with Phil. He wore this cologne or body wash, I don’t even know what it was. It smelled like a mix of metal, cut grass and the ocean and I thought of as Pacific Lawnmower; a whiff of it turned me into a mouth breather. He fidgeted with his pen in class and I would be looking at his hands and wishing that he was touching me instead. When we made out, he had been incredible. The way he had touched my breasts, and kissed me everywhere—he was way better at that stuff than Nicklas. All he had to do was hold my hand or put his arm around me, and he was lighting up every frigging nerve ending in my body. But nothing was happening in private. What was wrong with me that he didn’t want to go farther? Maybe April had cursed me and I was going to die a shrivelled-up virgin.
Plus the frustration was messing up other parts of my life. After a lunch hour spent staring at the skin revealed between Phil’s t-shirt and boxers whenever he lifted his arms, I walked into Geography 12 and told the class that population of Canada was “thirty-sex million.” Everyone laughed at me, but the really embarrassing part was that the population was actually thirty-TWO million and not even thirty-six, so it was like I was just trying to insert the word sex in.
I realized that it was my idea in the first place; I asked him to take it slow, and he had. Right up until that night at my place where I apparently blew everything. But maybe he was still respecting my wishes, and I needed to show him I was ready. So when we were together, I started sitting closer to him, leaning against him, putting my hand on his thigh—nothing worked.
One day, I was at Phil’s place and he was playing a song he had written: a guitar melody with some rockin’ chords in the chorus.
“It’s really good,” I told him. Usually I couldn’t stare at Phil because he was totally aware of everything and I thought I would be showing him too much of how I felt about him. So it was nice to watch him play guitar, his long fingers moving over the frets, his lips slightly open, his hazel eyes vague with concentration. I used to find it relaxing when he played, but now watching him made me want to fool around with him. However, his scary mom was upstairs making dinner.
I cleared my throat and tried to be casual. “Maybe tomorrow night, instead of going to the party at Marcus’s, we could stay in.”
Phil stopped and stared at me. “Like where?”
“Here?”
With those squeaky stairs, we could fool around and hear in time if Greta was coming down. Or maybe she’d be out; his parents had a busy social life. Ever since that night my dad found Phil at our house, I suspected that he was turning down invites, because my parents seemed to stay home all the time.
He started playing again. “I thought you were looking forward to the party.” Yeah, but not as much as I was looking forward to exploring that whole lava thing.
“Sure, but you know, it would be nice to be, uh, alone.” Was that not a big enough hint for him?
Phil looked up from the guitar, and said, “Kelly, let’s not rush into anything.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Aren’t teenaged guys supposed to be the ones who are all ready to bonk you at the drop of a hat? Why did he want to wait? I did not understand Phil at all.
28
Operation Seduction
It was girls’ night at Karen’s place with April and Charmaine. We were planning the grad kidnappings, and discussing logistics.
“I don’t know,” I groaned. “Do I really want to be awake at 3:00 in the morning when I could be sleeping?”
“Don’t be such a slug, Kelly,” April scolded me. “We only graduate once and this is a tradition.”
“A tradition? It’s hard to imagine our grandmothers deciding that kidnapping, cross-dressing, and partying with random guys before breakfast would be a good idea,” I groused. I thought this whole deal was dumb, but Karen insisted it would be fun.
“Not random guys,” Karen purred. “We get to choose. Of course we’ll get Phil. What does he wear to bed, Kelly? Are we going to catch him naked? Because that would be hot!”
“Don’t bother asking her,” April chimed in. “Kelly won’t tell me anything about Phil. It’s such a shame because he is supposed to be a major stud and I want details.”
I tried to look like a satisfied girlfriend who was hiding such details. I had no idea what Phil wore to bed, and she probably knew more than me about what a stud he was.
Charmaine was sweet as usual. “It’s nice that Kelly is discreet. She would want Phil to be discreet about her as well.” That was a good point; what was Phil telling his friends about his lack of action?
Karen already knew. “Phil doesn’t talk. When I was going out with Dave Vanderhauf, Dave would tease him about that.” Her voice went low in an imitation of Dave’s, “‘Yo bud, what’s the point of scoring with all the hottest girls at school if you never give up the goods?’”
“All the hottest girls at school, plus me,” I said unhappily. Maybe he did them because they were hot, and I was more like a sister.
“Are you fishing for compliments?” April demanded. “This whole ugly duckling thing is getting old. You’re a swan now, so accept it. You’re almost as hot as me. Plus Phil’s been going out with you three months longer than he ever went out with anyone else. Obs true love.”
Three months longer, but no action. What was it going to take?
That night I discovered the mother lode of sex info. Karen had a stack of Cosmos in her room, and they were filled with advice on “Satisfying Your Man” and “Ten Top Bedroom Tricks.” I started speed-reading and finally found the answer to my specific problem:
“Men are very visually oriented and can be turned on by what you wear. If you want to seduce him, use sexy lingerie and high heels to provide him with that extra stimulus for action. Your man will become a helpless love slave if you dress to please.”
Could it be that easy? I didn’t own a pair of high heels, but I could
do the lingerie part. I mean, it was totally true that I didn’t dress in a sexy way. I liked wearing a lot of layers. Three or four layers were my normal: a bra, a cami, a v-neck t-shirt, and a hoody, for example. And Phil had complained about all my layers that night. Maybe if I dressed sexy, then he would make his move.
Now all I had to do was figure out a time when we would be alone, dress to please and voilà! I couldn’t really imagine Phil as a helpless love slave, but unless I started running an extra half hour each morning, I couldn’t handle the tension much longer.
I had a plan for Operation Seduction now and I put it into play the next week when we were studying at the library.
“So Phil, is your mom still playing bridge?”
“Yeah, every Wednesday afternoon.” Okay tomorrow, that was good. We’d have at least two hours, as long as Phil didn’t have any practices after school.
“Hey Phil, you know that English assignment we have on dystopia?”
“Mmmhmm.” Phil was doing some math calculations and not really listening.
“Could we work on it together? I’m having some problems with it.” Such a lie, my assignment had been done for a week.
“Sure, show it to me.”
“Um, I don’t have it here. Maybe we can go over it at your place, tomorrow after school?”
“Yeah okay, I don’t have anything. Come over whenever.”
I had spare last thing on Wednesday, so I ran home to get ready for Phil. First, I took a shower, washed my hair and shaved everywhere—well, almost everywhere. I put body lotion on and tried to get dressed. I actually got changed six times, since I was finding sexy really hard to achieve. I finally settled on my black matching bra and thong set, and then I added cut-off jean shorts that I found in the give-away pile because I thought they were too short, and a black lacy tank with spaghetti straps that I usually wore underneath stuff.
Of course, I couldn’t go out in public like this, so I added a big mauve hoody and zipped it up. My legs still felt way too exposed, but I figured that adding sweatpants on top would completely kill the mood. Lacking the high heels that would put me over the top, I wore flip-flops and went to Phil’s. On the way, a guy in a pick-up truck honked at me, which I took for a good omen.
Phil was downstairs playing his guitar, and I knocked on the sliding door. He came over to open it, dressed in a white t-shirt, faded jeans, and bare feet. He looked great, as usual. He had been working out a lot lately, and his arm muscles were really defined. He gave me a kiss on the top of my head, which was way too brotherly, and then sat down at the table where his binder was already open. He barely looked at me, and asked me where my assignment was.
Time to make my move. I unzipped my hoody and casually removed it. I felt totally exposed, as if I were already naked. I sat down beside him.
Nothing.
No reaction.
No helpless love slave.
Maybe I needed the high heels too, but I wasn’t giving up. We looked over the assignment and talked about it. I moved closer so that my body was touching his. Still nothing. My God, what was wrong with me? I was so frustrated that I finally asked him.
“Phil, do you not find me attractive?”
“Of course I do.”
Okay then, how about showing it, buddy? “Then, how come you never, um… try stuff with me?”
He replied calmly, “You said you wanted to take things slow, and I respect that.”
Great, of all the eighteen-year-old guys in Canada, I had to pick the one gentleman. I was totally frustrated. “Well, there’s slow and there’s glacial speed.”
He looked me straight in the eye and his tone was mocking. “If you want something, Kelly, maybe you should go for it. Show me how much you want it.”
Well, if that was all it took I could be the aggressor. One last thing to check first. “When’s your mom home?”
“Not for a couple of hours.”
Wordlessly, I led him over to the couch and pushed him onto it. I stood in front of him, and unzipped my shorts and wriggled out of them. Then I peeled off the tank and threw it on the floor. Well, Phil?
I watched his mocking smile fade away and his eyes darken. He wanted me and he wanted me bad. At last!
29
Finally
Phil
It seemed like I had been waiting forever, but Kelly finally made her move.
First, she showed up to my place dressed in a tank top and shorts. For most chicks, this was something they’d wear to school, but for Kelly it was practically naked. She sat right beside me and started pushing up on me. I used every bit of mental control I’d learnt at the dojo to keep from putting my hands all over her. I wanted Kelly to be 100% into this.
She guided me to the couch. Her dark eyes were full of determination. Then my own personal strip show began. She unzipped her jean shorts and let them drop. She pulled off her tank top. Now she was wearing only a black bra and thong; her exposed skin all golden and glowing. Her body was unbelievable—tight and muscular—and I waited to see if she’d strip completely. No mental training in the world could keep my erection down, but I managed not to reach out and touch her. She walked over, straddled my lap and kissed me.
Having her make all the moves was so fucking hot. But now it was like she had shot off a starter’s pistol—I could not hold back another second. I pulled her close, feeling her firm body against me. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it. I needed to feel things skin-to-skin, so I leaned back, peeled off my t-shirt, and grabbed her to me again.
Her skin was hot, sizzling, fiery, and we were burning up together. I picked her up and rolled her under me, and I started kissing her everywhere, her neck, her shoulders, and her chest. I pulled her bra down and saw those beautiful tits again. Her nipples were all big and soft, but not for long. I sucked hard on one and heard her make those little mewing noises that turned me on even more. When her nipple hardened in my mouth, I paused and looked. Kelly was lying under me, eyes closed, with her tits jiggling as she breathed hard. One tit had a rock hard nipple, still wet with my saliva. I started sucking on the other one, and then went back and forth until they were pointy with tension and Kelly was moaning nonstop.
I could feel her grinding her pelvis against mine, and this time I was determined that she was going to get off first. I sat up and she looked at me with eyes wide and unfocused. I reached down and ran my fingers between her legs. Her thong was soaking wet and I pulled it off, ripping it in my haste. She looked sweet down there: her hair was trimmed, but not in any weird pattern, and she was totally wet. I kissed her flat stomach and licked her navel and then I bit her thighs like a starving man. Her legs were trembling and shaking and she was sighing happily and watching me with half-open eyes. I thought I heard her say “finally,” and she reached down with one hand to stroke my hair. I moved my mouth down to her pussy. I started licking her around the outer lips, and Kelly started to moan loudly and wriggle, spreading her legs even wider to give me access. When I finally started tonguing her clit, she went crazy and came almost immediately. She screamed my name and then lay there panting.
“Oh God, Phil, I’ve never… that was amazing,” she said in a faraway voice.
“It’s not over yet, Kel.”
She smiled shakily and sat up. She bent down and rubbed my stiff cock through my jeans. She pulled down my jeans and then my boxers too. Then she bent over and started kissing my cock, starting at the base and moving up. It felt fantastic, but after all the waiting, I was worried I was going to come right on the spot. I stopped her and went to the can, where I had my stash of condoms. When I came back out, she had taken off her bra completely and was sitting there totally naked. How many times had I imagined her—like this—and imagined what we were just about to do? Life was fucking awesome!
She didn’t seem to know quite what to do, so I laid her down again and then put a condom on. I kissed her gently on the forehead. I moved down to her soft lips. She kissed me back and slid he
r tongue into my mouth. I kept kissing her, but reached down to part her legs and her pussy lips. She was still really wet. She took in a sharp breath, and I felt her tense a bit.
“Don’t worry, Kel, I’ll take it easy on you. It’ll be fine.” I told her.
“Okay,” she said, unsmiling.
“And if it’s not good, then we’ll just have to keep doing it until it is.”
Then she laughed and I felt her body relax, so I started to put my cock in. She was unbelievably tight, and I paused for a moment, not wanting to hurt her. But it felt so good; I had to push in further. She was still tensed, so I slowly ran my hands over her to distract her a bit. I cupped her breasts and gently pinched the hard nipples and she moaned softly. Then I licked my thumb and moved it down to wetly bump her clit. Her eyes were shut tight and I could feel little spasms around my cockhead as she felt it all. I pushed in further, until I felt some resistance.
I paused for one long moment, relishing what it was like to be inside her, and then Kelly moved her hips up, starting the motion herself. I started to pump with short strokes to be gentler on her. But she was pushing hard against me, trying to take my cock fully into her even though she was tight, tight, tight. She started making those mewing noises again and met my every thrust with her own motions. It felt fantastic. I looked down at her. Her eyes were still closed, but she was biting her lip and grunting. I was pretty sure she was coming again. I wanted to go longer, but I couldn’t, and I came. It was the best fuck I’d ever had.
30
Seconds
After we did it, we laid there for a long time. Phil was holding me and squishing me slightly. At first, I couldn’t identify how I was feeling, but I realized it was that celebratory high I got after a big game. I had finally had sex, and Phil had been so good. I mean, it did hurt at the beginning—he was big—but I had a high pain threshold. And before when he went down on me, well I never felt anything like that before. He got me going until I came, big time. I didn’t come when we did it, but it felt pretty good anyway.
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