After a shower and putting on fresh clothes, albeit just a pair of blue jeans and a sweatshirt, I rejoin Billy and Robin in the kitchen. “We’re almost done, Dan!” Robin says with a wink as she walks into the dining room with a covered platter.
I had insisted she call me Dan years ago. Mr. Marshall just felt too formal, especially given how much time she spent with Billy. It had been a little weird for her in the beginning, but I think she finally got used to it. If she hasn’t, she at least does a good job of hiding it.
Dinner is truly wonderful. Robin and Billy made us a great meal of steak, baked potatoes, and side salad. Truthfully, they did a great job. “Billy, can you bring us dessert?” Robin grins. Billy grins back, hops off his chair, and races into the kitchen.
“Robin, this has been a great gift,” I say. “I can’t thank you enough for it.”
“Oh, we’ll think of some way you can thank me.” She smiles.
I’m so startled by her bold reply that I can’t even think of anything to say before Billy is back in the room with a very sloppily iced cake, covered in sliced strawberries. Surely…she probably just meant financially.
Financially. It has to be. And I’m glad I’m sitting down because my erection is trying to make itself known again. I’m also glad I decided to wear jeans and not sweatpants to the table.
As Robin serves us cake and we continue joking and enjoying our meal, I’m convinced even more that I simply read too much into her innocent comment. I’m simply too horny to be thinking straight, and I’m reading sexual innuendo into everything like a fifteen year old boy.
Before dessert is even over, Billy’s head is falling forward.
“Little man, I think you are up past your bedtime,” Robin says.
Billy yawns and doesn’t even try to disagree. I pick him up, and by the time I’ve reached his bedroom upstairs, he’s fallen asleep. I don’t even undress him. I just gently lay him in bed, cover him up, and shut the door.
Back downstairs, Robin is clearing off the table.
“Robin, you’ve done too much,” I say, picking up a few dirty dishes. “I’ll do the dishes.”
“We’ll do them together.” She walks past me with a stack of plates and pokes me in the side. “After all, the birthday boy shouldn’t be expected to do ALL the work.”
I swallow hard. Yeah, I’m definitely reading too much into everything.
“How old are you now, anyway?” she asks from the kitchen. I gather up the rest of the dishes. “You can’t be more than twenty-six or twenty-seven, can you?”
I laugh, sliding the dirty dishes into the soapy water in the sink. “No, I’m afraid I hit the big three-oh this year,” I answer. “But I’m flattered.”
She leans against the counter, and my eyes linger on her body a bit longer than I mean to. I really am struck by how much she has changed. Just last year, she still looked like a kid. Hell, just last week it seemed she still looked like a kid. Now… not so much.
“You really don’t look that old,” she said. “In fact, with your physique, I could be convinced you were one of the young frat boys on campus who are always hitting on me. Of course, you’re more mature than them, so I’m sure that would give your real age away.”
I can’t decide if she is flirting with me, or if it’s just my desperation for sex making me imagine things. Regardless, I’m the grownup in this situation. Even if she is flirting with me, which she probably isn’t, nothing can happen.
“Well, thank you for the compliment. But I’m afraid I went to college back when dinosaurs and boy bands roamed the Earth.”
“You don’t really strike me as the boy band type.” She pulls a strawberry off of the partially eaten cake and delicately licks the icing from the juicy red fruit.
I force myself to glance away. “I wasn’t. I was more of a Blink-182 fan.”
“They recently came back together, didn’t they?” she asks. “Do you have any of their old CDs?”
“I actually do.”
“Put one on. I haven’t heard All the Small Things in forever!”
After a few minutes of digging, I finally locate the CD, slide it in my Bose stereo system, and when I come back in the kitchen to the quiet strains of alternative rock, Robin is already dancing to the beat of the music.
“When’s the last time you went dancing?” She slowly dances up to me.
“Years.”
“Afraid to dance?” She forms a mischievous smile. She places her hands on my hips and continues to move with the music. I immediately pull away; I don’t trust my body to be this close to her right now.
“Not much of a dancer.”
I start to tell her she can go home whenever she likes, but before I can even start, she interrupts me. “You look really tense. Let’s go sit in the living room.” She takes me by the hand, and even though I know I should stop her and tell her to go home, I do nothing. A part of my mind insists there’s nothing wrong with just talking.
The living room is dimly lit; only the light from the kitchen and dining room provide any illumination here at all, but it’s still enough for us to see one another.
“Sit,” she says, and for whatever reason, I obey. “You are tense, and I’m going to give you a shoulder massage. My birthday present.”
I’m sitting at the end of the couch and she moves behind me, but before I can object, her hands are on my shoulders. She’s right; I am tense, and her hands feel amazing. I know I should object, but her massage really does feel too good.
“I just had my birthday not too long ago,” she says.
Okay, I’m not this oblivious. She’s flirting with me. I make up my mind right then and there. Fuck it. Whatever happens, happens.
“Eighteen, right?” I ask.
“I’m legal now.”
“Eighteen was one of my best birthdays. Feel any different now that you’re an adult?”
“Well, I’ve definitely grown a little bit.” She moves closer to me, and I feel the unmistakable sensation of her breasts against my back.
“I’ve noticed. You look great.”
Her hands leave my neck, and I feel her fingertips tickling my sides. “Lift your arms,” she whispers in my ear, and I once again obey without hesitation. In one swift move, she pulls my sweatshirt off, and her hands return to my tight shoulders and neck. “I thought it might feel better for you without this on.”
We sit there in awkward silence for a few moments, me bared to the waist while she massages my shoulders. I suddenly feel warm breath on my neck, and her hands slide around my upper chest. Her palms slide over my pecs, firmly massaging the muscles.
“Robin, I’m… If this is…” I can’t find the right words, but I’m suddenly very aware of how pretty she is, and warm, and how good she smells, and if she’s not careful, I may very well end up doing something that I might regret tomorrow. Maybe regret.
“I want this,” she says, and still sitting behind me, she moves one hand down to my crotch and roughly grabs my cock through my jeans. I gasp aloud and arch into her hands. I was already fully hard before she touched me; there’s no going back now.
She quickly gets in front of me, and kneels on the ground before the couch. She makes eye contact with me as she slowly strokes me through my jeans with one hand. “Do you want this?” she asks.
I know I shouldn’t. I know I should turn her down and send her home, but instead I reply, “Can’t you tell?”
That’s all the confirmation she needs, apparently, because she quickly unbuttons and unzips my jeans and tugs them down off of my hips. My erection jumps free, and in seconds, she has me sitting on the couch, completely nude and obviously aroused.
“Happy birthday,” she says, and without breaking eye contact, she puts the head of my cock in her mouth.
I moan as she begins to bob her mouth up and down my shaft. It is almost all I can do but stare wide-eyed, but finally, I come to my senses. Her hand slides up and down the base of my cock as she takes as much of me into her
mouth as she can. With a wet smack, she pulls off and strokes me from base to tip.
“Feel good?” Without waiting for me to answer, she takes me in her mouth, deeper again, before pursing her lips and slowly sliding up my length.
It has been so long since I’ve had sex; it’s been even longer since a woman has given me a blow job, and without even fully being aware, I’ve entangled my fingers in her hair and my thrusting hips and pushing hands are urging her to go faster.
“Please,” I implore. My cock feels harder than I can stand. I feel like I haven’t come in forever.
She complies, bobbing her head faster. I look down, and I only see her luxurious red hair caressing my stomach as she tries to take me in as deeply as she can. Then, she lifts her head up, still keeping my cock firmly between her lips, and she looks me directly in the eyes.
My breath is ragged, and although I try my best to be gentle, my hips are doing their best to drive my dick deeper into her wonderful, warm mouth.
“I’m…I’m about to come,” I groan. My cock swells even larger, and she pulls off just as I erupt. I groan and shudder as my cock convulses. Thick, white cum gushes from me, coating her hand as she continues to stroke me.
“How was that?” she asks, still lightly stroking me after my shudders have ended.
“Come with me.” I stand up and take her by the hand. She says nothing as I lead her to my bedroom, locking my door behind me.
Only a bit of light from the streetlights outside enters the room, but my eyes have already adjusted to the dim light. I take her face in my hands, and without asking permission, I kiss her deeply. Her lips are as soft on mine as they were on my cock, and she easily yields to me, opening her mouth. I slip my tongue past her lips, caressing the soft texture of her tongue with the pointed tip of my own.
As we kiss, I begin to unbutton her blouse. She assists me and in a few moments, we have her topless, clad only in a lacy black bra.
I gently touch her breasts. I’m thankful for the orgasm she just gave me in the living room. I want to enjoy this, and that orgasm is giving me staying power. Still, my cock is already hard again, pressing against her body.
She arches her back, pushing her chest against me. I nimbly unhook her bra in the back, and she quickly shrugs it off, exposing her perfect breasts.
I massage her breasts as I bring my mouth to her. Her nipples are hard points, and I lavish attention on the pointed peaks with my tongue. She moans, pressing my head harder against her chest. I alternate from one nipple to the other, gently nibbling with my teeth.
Sliding one hand down her body, I caress her hip and then slid down her curves. Even through her pants, I can feel the heat emanating from her.
“Are you ready?” I ask, rubbing her through her pants. I wonder briefly if I should have asked if she really wanted to do this, but I just have to taste her.
She nods, biting her lower lip. I gently guide her down to the bed, and she unbuttons her pants and pushes them off. Without hesitation, I yank them off of her completely, exposing her entire body to my gaze.
She’s gorgeous. For a moment, the situation truly hits me. I am in my bedroom with a beautiful eighteen year old, her naked body lying in wait on my bed. My cock throbs in anticipation ready to impale her at a moment’s notice, but other pleasures await me first.
Sinking to my knees beside the bed, I hook my hands around her hips and pull her closer to me. Her pussy is trimmed, a light dusting of red hair above her mound. As she comes closer to me, she spreads her legs. Her heady aroma hits me. It’s been so long…
I part her labia with my fingers and take a broad lick. She cries out, her warm juices bathing my tongue. Pointing the tip of my tongue, I use it to trace along her slit. After a few strokes, relishing in her sweet saltiness, I concentrate my efforts on her clit.
Her breathing escalates as I pull the tiny organ into my mouth. I purse my lips around it and suck rhythmically. Robin begins to moan, and that encourages me. I alternate between sucking on her clit and broad strokes up and down her slit with my tongue.
Returning to her clit, I slip one finger into her pussy. God, she’s so tight! Her vaginal walls cling to my finger, and I slowly fuck her with the digit as I eat her out.
I feel her hand on the back of my head, pressing me into her. I push another finger into her warmth, and I can feel her trembling. Her wet juices are coating my chin, and I can feel my cock throbbing.
Pulling away from her pussy, I rummage quickly in my nightstand with one hand and quickly produce the foil packet I am looking for.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I say boldly.
She says nothing but nods. I quickly tear open the packet, remove the condom, and roll it down my length. Standing up beside the bed, I pull her butt to the very edge. Her labia are engorged and glistening with moisture. Holding my cock by the base, I rub my glans up and down her slit. Then, I find her opening, and I place just my cockhead inside her.
Just that tiny bit of contact sets my nerves on fire, but I force myself to go slow. I lean down to her, slowly pushing my cock inside her. She hisses, wrapping her arms around me and clawing my back as I sink inside her.
“Are you okay?” I’m bracing myself on the bed with my arms, poised above her.
“Go slow for a minute?” she says, look of concentration on her face.
I nod, and I slowly pull out and then push back in. She matches my thrust, rising with me as I enter her again. Her eyes are locked on mine, and I bite back a shudder of pleasure as I pull out and slide back in. Her pussy clings to me. She is tight, tighter even than I would have imagined.
I try, I really do try, to go slow, but soon, my hips have taken over, and I begin pounding into her. Our moans mingle together; the bedroom is filled with the sound of our flesh slapping together.
“I want you to ride me,” I say, and without dislodging my cock, I roll onto my back and pull her with me. She sits up, and she begins to rock her hips back and forth.
Robin leans forward, planting her hands in the center of my chest, and she begins to snap her hips back and forth rhythmically. My orgasm is beginning to build again. I am desperate to feel that release again, to feel my cock explode while buried deep within a woman.
Her breasts sway enticingly with her efforts. I begin to rock my hips up into her, timing my thrusts with hers.
“I’m so close,” she moans, a look of hope on her face. “I’ve never…”
She sits upright, and still bouncing up and down on my cock, she begins to finger herself. I feel my cock get harder. She begins to moan louder, and her hand is practically a blur as she rubs herself.
“Oh… oh…,” she begins, her breaths becoming more ragged. “Oh God, I’m coming!” I feel her pussy contract around me, and my body can’t take any more.
My own cry combines with hers, and I thrust up into her hard one last time as a swelling of warm fluid surges from the tip of my cock buried deep inside her.
At last, our tremors cease, and with my cock still buried deep, she leans forward and rests on my chest.
“I’ve never been able to come during sex before.” She kisses me deeply. That comment reminds me that I just had sex with a girl who has just turned into a woman.
“I can’t believe we did this,” I say.
“You don’t regret it, do you?” Her eyes have a look of concern.
“No, of course not.” I kiss her deeply. “I just never imagined that you and I would end up here.”
“I’d like to end up here again.”
“I’d like that, too. I wish you could stay the night.”
She smiles. “I can. I told my parents I’d be at a friend’s house tonight. You have me ‘til morning.”
“It almost sounds like you planned this out.”
“I’ve been hitting on you since I turned eighteen. I’ve been planning a bit. I kinda had to. You aren’t good at taking hints.”
I chuckle as I pull the covers up over us. “I’ll get better at takin
g hints.”
“Well, take this hint.” She smiles. “Set the alarm to go off before Billy wakes up in the morning.”
Barcelona Heat
by Eva Morrison
Barcelona is a hot and sticky city filled with scores of tourists and locals hovering on street corners and city centers. Cameras flash at breathtaking architecture and young, beautiful people grind and fuck in the strobe lights of seedy discos. I came here with my girlfriends. While they seem more interested in doing normal touristy things like visiting local markets and hitting the beach (and cocktails), I came to Spain to relax and escape the chaos that is my day to day life as a project manager.
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