The 19 Year Old Virgin Next Door

by Sean Brandon

  My cock had been straining my shorts for quite some time and I need to finish with her and get it some relief. “Let me put the antiseptic on you, bandage you up, and be done, okay?” I asked. My voice was rougher than intended.

  “Sure, go for it.” She said. She leaned back into the counter, her taut breasts still on display, her lacy thong still the only thing she wore. I looked up at her and she was smiling at me. It was a sweet smile that had something else behind it.

  I pulled out small surgical pads to cover the wounds. I had some special antiseptic cream and applied it liberally to all of her wounds. We were both silent the whole time I was working but her eyes followed my every move. When that was done I taped them down loosely enough to cover everything. When I fixed the last piece of tape she swung her legs over the edge of the counter, reached out to me, pulled my face close, and kissed me on the lips. It was anything but innocent. “Thank you, Mr. Brandon.” She kissed me again, deeper this time. When our lips parted she pulled back and looked into my eyes.

  “You’re welcome, Darla,” I said.

  One of my hands had tape in it the other was gripping her unhurt thigh. Then she turned to look out the front window, and shrieked. “My neck, ouch, shit!”

  “You’ll probably be sore for a day or two in a lot of areas,” I tried to sound cheerful. “Hey, you have a story to tell now.”

  “I don’t want a story, my neck is sore,” she whined.

  Our faces were still very close and she leaned forward to kiss me again. I set the tape down and pulled her closer. She was willing so we kissed tenderly.

  Suddenly she started to laugh and I was happy to have the mood lightened a little bit. “I need to pee so bad, can I use your john?” she asked.

  “Sure, I said, pointing the way.

  When she limped away I gathered up the trash and threw it away, then gathered up the remaining items and took them back downstairs to my bathroom. I walked back upstairs, my hard-on pointing the way. I poured us some more juice and was leaning up against the counter sipping mine when she walked back into the kitchen. Her thong was twirling around her index finger and she stood there naked. I never coughed, didn’t make a stupid remark, I just took in the view. If this was my reward for patching her up I was now paid in full.

  She had a small landing strip of hair just above her pussy that was cut very close. Her body had definition and a shape to it that I had not noticed before. But what stood out was how confident she was standing there naked in front of me. My cock was straining the fabric of my shorts as she walked closer then dropped the thong on the floor.

  “I told you I’m not a tease,” she said, then clumsily got down on her knees in front of me. I didn’t move, didn’t resist. I had already tried to push her away and still she persisted.

  “I..” I started to talk but she cut me off.

  “You are going to shut up now,” she said as her hands reached out and caressed my cock through the material of my shorts. She pulled me closer and I gladly complied. She was having trouble keeping her balance because it caused her pain every time she moved her left leg. She moved closer in to me and I didn’t resist, just watched as she tugged and my shorts fell to my ankles. My cock was out and in her face, hard, hurting, needing its own relief.

  My hand reached out and took a handful of her hair into it, pulling her to my steel hard cock, pulling her in to give me the relief I needed. She was still the sweet girl from the grocery store but now I wanted to turn her over my knee and spank her, teach her not to fuck with me. I liked direct honest conversation and had little time for the games of most young ladies.

  Her lips held a grin as my cock crossed their border for the first time. She took the head of my cock inside, ran her tongue all the way around it then pulled it out. She grinned up at me then ever so slowly began to force her lips over my cock, her mouth wet, warm, willing. I leaned back into the counter and a moan escaped my lips.

  I felt her head tilt to one side as her lips started to rotate around my cock, “Ahhh…” she cried out. All motion of her mouth on my cock stopped, she pulled back and I thought I heard my cock cry out “No, no…” but it was probably just my imagination.

  When I thought she was quitting her lips touched the head of my cock again and licked the head, then began to suck my cock in once again. “Ahhh…” she cried out again. I pulled myself out of her mouth and pulled her up to her feet.

  “You tried,” I said. “I give you points for trying to return the favor with a blowjob, but today isn’t the day for it.”

  Both of her hands wrapped around my cock and began stroking me slowly. She was doing what the boys she dated had her do for their own relief but she didn’t know what she was doing. Besides, her mouth had been so soft and warm and I held out hope she might finish what she started. It was not going to happen.

  “I’m sorry, it hurts,” she said, and I saw a tear rolling down her check.

  Those words echoed in my ears a few minutes later when I carried her out to the car of a friend who had come to pick her up. I set her down on her feet by the car and she turned to me. “I’m not a tease, I owe you for what you did for me, Mr. Brandon, I swear. You will be rewarded.”

  As I approached my house two weeks later I saw her piloting her skateboard straight for me. I’d been out of town for most of that time, and had just enjoyed an afternoon of volleyball on the sand. That meant I was covered in sand, but seeing her riding her skateboard again and the grin on her face, well, it was nice to see.

  There’s a 20 foot wide stretch of concrete called the Strand that runs for 30 or so miles in Los Angeles right along the coast and the beach. My house is just off of it, and as I crossed the Strand she basically threw herself into my arms, kissed me on the lips, then kissed me again.

  “So, you’re not mad at me?” I asked.

  “I am extremely mad. Where the hell have you been? It’s been two weeks and I’ve been faithfully staking you the entire time,” she said, a silly grin on her face.

  “I’ve been traveling, but I’m glad to see you healed up nicely,” I said.

  “My leg is still sore,” she said, but she was smiling so I knew it would pass.

  “I need to rinse the sand off,” I said as I walked down the side of my house. She kicked her skateboard into her hand and walked with me to the outside shower.

  An outside shower is required if you live at the beach. Mine was on the side of the house right by the door into the utility room. It was also behind a six foot tall fence so I was in the habit of stripping and showering after time spent on the beach. It was shielded from the beach but not from nosy neighbors. I turned on the water and made it hot.

  “Turn around, I’m shy,” I told her.

  “That’s okay, I’ll watch,” she said as she licked her lips.

  Our eyes locked but she didn’t turn away. So I stepped out of my shorts and walked under the hot water, then turned to look at Darla. For once she was speechless. She stood there holding her skateboard with her hip thrust out, grinning at me. My cock was already getting harder and pointing in her direction. As I rinsed she set her skateboard to the side, pulled off her bikini top and dropped her shorts, kicking out of her flip flops at the same time. No thong this time and once again I was staring at this beautiful naked 19 year old girl.

  She took the step and a half to walk under the shower with me then and took my cock in her hand. “I’m very glad to see you again, Mr. Brandon.” She was giggling so loud I broke out laughing too.

  Darla has a crazy good energy that is infectious. I’d seen it in the grocery store when the lines were moving slow. She was always cheerful which always meant she had the longest line in the store every time. I always made sure to get in Darla’s line to checkout even when it was longer.

  I pulled her close, kissed her deep then lightly started to rub some lingering sand off of her. She did the same, caressing my skin, until we had both massaged each other’s entire body. Then she collapsed into my arms, pulled
me in close, and began to kiss her way down my chest, stomach, and into the soft patch of skin just below the navel.

  Her hands were holding my cock and balls, then once again her mouth swallowed my cock millimeter by millimeter. Fuck it felt good.

  “Fuck!” I cried out, which caused her to remove my cock from her mouth. “What?” she asked, her face a mixture of devil and sweet young lady.

  “I didn’t expect this, that’s all,” I said.

  “My bad,” she said mischievously. “Would you like me to stop?”

  “Hell no,” I said as her lips took my cock inside them once again.

  I looked out to the Strand and saw several people looking back. I waved, laughing, because I knew they couldn’t see what Darla and I were involved in. It was very hot.

  “Come on, let’s go inside. The shower inside is bigger and more private,” I said.

  “I like it right here. You scared someone will see you getting a blowjob?” she asked as her lips once again enveloped my cock.

  Darla sucked slowly, her right hand cupping my balls and lightly juggling them, her left hand stroking my shaft. While she didn’t take all of the shaft inside her mouth, what she did have in there felt awesome. I leaned up against the wall, adjusted the shower head so we were wet and warm, and closed my eyes. There are few things more satisfying to a man than a good hard-on and a warm willing mouth to put it in. One of her hands began to lightly trace the inside of my thighs while the other one went back and grabbed my ass.

  I looked down because Darla had stopped sucking. She was just peering up at me, a mouth full of cock and what would be a smile if her mouth wasn’t filled with cock.

  Then she stood up, turned around, reached back to grab my cock, and pulled me closer and lower. She slowly started to ride my cock like it was a bicycle seat. It was between her legs and not yet inside of her. Her pussy lips rode the top of my cock and I felt her fine feminine lubrication. Man was I hooked on what she was doing. And the hot water continued to shower down on us.

  “Hey, Sean.” Someone called my name.

  I looked out to the Strand and saw my friend John.

  “John, Howzit?” I asked.

  “Can I borrow a drill?” he asked.

  “Tomorrow should be okay,” I said. “Right now is not the time.”

  Darla had stopped slipping my cock through her pussy lips but couldn’t go anywhere because I had one arm wrapped around her. Then she reached her hand back to pull my face closer to hers.

  “Sorry,” called out John, “I didn’t know you had company.”

  “We’re busted now, might as well go for the main event,” she said.

  Then she lifted her heels up and reached behind her to guide my throbbing cock to her waiting pussy.

  My cock began pushing into her wetness very slowly when I felt that familiar resistance and stopped pushing. She turned her head as far around as she could and reached back to pull me in closer.

  “Don’t you dare stop,” she said.

  “But this is your first time,” I said, stating the obvious.

  “And I’m ready for my second time, so fuck me, Mr. Brandon.”

  With that she leaned forward and I did what she asked. I pushed, she squirmed, and I stopped pushing. “Is this okay?” I asked.

  “Yes, now push it in already,” she said.

  Then I pushed my cock in once again as she thrust back against me. I withdrew it, then pushed in again, feeling the heat of her, feeling all of her feminine warmth, wanting to be deep inside of her.

  “God, that is good,” she said.

  I started to thrust again just as I felt a cool breeze blow across us. I reached over to add some more hot water but this time didn’t let up my thrusting. Soon I was making full thrusts in and out of her, timed to the rhythm of her moans. I found myself staring at her back and enjoyed how it felt.

  “Fuck me, Mr. Brandon,” she said.

  My hands each found a breast as I continued to thrust. Her pussy was hot and tight on my cock. We kept up a steady rhythm for a while, the water from the shower keeping us warm as the day cooled off.

  Her ass looked amazing as the hot water washed over it, her breasts were firm in my hands, and my cock was in the heaven that was her pussy. Before I could stop it I felt that tingling, then the rush, as sperm started its long journey seemingly from my toes, upward, then felt that release as I came. I took several more thrusts, but then both of us just stopped thrusting, our bodies pressed close together. I wanted to stay inside her hot pussy for the rest of the day, but then she moved forward and my cock slipped out of her, turned to me, and locked lips with me.

  “Fuck, that was hot,” she said. “I can’t believe I got you to fuck me outside.” She laughed, knowing I had simply followed her lead.

  We kissed for a few minutes but it was getting cooler by the minute even under the hot water. I grabbed a nearby towel for her, wrapped her in it then took one for myself. We picked up our clothes and walked inside. She put her arm in mine but didn’t say anything. I was her first and would always be.

  “Hungry?” I asked.

  “Fucking starving,” she said.

  “How about I grill some steaks?”

  We had a slow dinner with a lot of laughs, just talking and listening to some jazz as the sun disappeared from view. Throughout the meal she kept mentioning how sore she was but I didn’t want to insinuate anything. She never told me where. But when she bumped her hip into the counter I knew it wasn’t her pussy that was sore.

  “Would you like a massage?” I asked.

  “You’d be my new best pal if you know how to give a decent one,” she said.

  “Grab your drink and I’ll meet you in the living room.” This had turned into an interesting day and she showed no signs of leaving anytime soon. I liked it.

  I walked off to find the lavender oil and some heat balm for her legs. As I walked back into the living room I noticed her lying on the sofa. She hadn’t put her clothes back on, perhaps feeling the need to emphasize what she’d said earlier about always walking around nude. “Holding up all those books in the corner is my massage table.”

  She stood up and walked over to the corner. There were books laid over my massage table. “These are old, what are they?” she asked.

  “Some books that have been in the family forever.” It was a magnificent set that I’d inherited. It contained many classic works, though many were cracked and worn.

  “Impressive, is this an original Moby Dick?” she asked, eyes wide.

  “Yes, all of them are originals; Dickens, Hemingway, Faulkner, it’s a very special set of books.”

  She helped me move the books and put the sheets and heating pad on the table and as she slithered onto the table I chuckled.

  “What?” she asked.

  “It’s just funny how this all turned out,” I said.

  She looked at me, her face frowning intensely. “Mr. Brandon, I’m 19, a sophomore in college, and I am a grown woman.” She turned and looked up at me. “I’ve done things before.”

  And I just started laughing. I couldn’t help it. She was so blustery, trying to impress me with her worldliness when it was rapidly dawning on me that she was a… “Yet you were a virgin when you woke up this morning.” I stated. “Do you still live at home?”

  Once again she gave me that intense face frown. Her eyes held mine, her gaze very warm and inviting. “I have my own place. My parents and I are on very good terms but I needed to move out of the house.”

  “I understand that part, I said.

  “Look, I wasn’t going to give it up to some frat guy or one of the guys who tries to get me drunk all the time so he can fuck me. I wanted to fuck someone I wanted to remember. You were him.”

  Wow. “I don’t know you very well is all. You have a wonderful spirit, but all I know you from is the grocery line. ‘Did you find everything you need, Mr. Brandon. Did you see the fresh organic strawberries, Mr. Brandon. Would you like a finger in the but
t, Mr. Brandon.’ I really don’t know you at all, yet you chose me to take your virginity.”

  “Wow, who’s being the chick now?” she asked, then punched me in the gut.

  “Ouch, not my intent,” I said.

  She set her glass down then grabbed my cock and pulled me closer to the table. “Give me a massage and I will tell you anything you want to know,” she said.

  “Lay down and let me go to work,” I said.

  She stretched out on the table and I appreciated her firm ass once again as I warmed some oil in my hands.

  “Dad and mom are both doctors. They complimented you on your fine job cleaning me up, by the way,” she said.

  “Did you tell them all of the details?” I asked.

  She raised up off the table and looked at me. “No, not even close. I graduated high school when I was 17. Then I went to France where my uncle and aunt have a place and hung out for a summer trying to figure out what comes next. But I knew I had to finish at least one degree, so I came back home.”

  I started lightly massaging her shoulders, worked some oil into her back, and began the process of relaxing her. On a whim I again traced a line across her back and watched as she responded positively. Then I started a deeper massage and felt her muscles relax under my hands.

  “I will graduate college in three years, stay on and get a Master’s degree in something, and be fortunate to be debt free when I do so. The parental units will give me anything as long as I do well in school.” I was surprised at how open she was all of a sudden.

  I worked my way down her legs, allowing the room to go silent and the soft music to take over. Several times I pressed a tender spot and she let me know how tender it was by punching my leg.

  “Roll over,” I said once I had worked over her back side, keeping a steady gaze on her body.

  “This is where I get my happy ending isn’t it?” she asked, then rolled and spilled her drink all over herself.

  I tried not to laugh but it was funny. She languidly rolled over, gently spreading her legs revealing a growing wetness. I started at her feet and worked my way up over her right ankle and shin. We stayed silent as I finished her legs, stomach and finally her neck.