Eager First Times

by Betsy Locke

  Michael laughed. “Oh really? So I need to prove myself is what you're saying?”

  I shrugged.

  Michael came close and pulled my arms down from across my chest. My nipples were so pointy that they could be clearly seen through my baggy shirt. “Are you ready?” he asked.

  I gulped and nodded.

  Michael walked past me and towards the stairs. “Then let's get to it.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Wait! Where are you going, Michael?”

  He just ignored me as he climbed the steps. I chased after him and saw him dart into my room. “I haven't cleaned up in there yet,” I yelled.

  I don't know why any of that mattered. He was about to fuck me again for the second time today and all I could think about was how my messy room made me look.

  I entered the room and found it empty. There weren't very many places to hide except for behind the drapes next to the window.

  “Are we playing a game now, Michael? Am I supposed to find you and win a prize?”

  The door slammed shut behind me. Michael stood there with the most serious face. He was hiding behind the door the whole time.

  “You've been very bad, Penelope.”

  I bit my bottom lip and agreed with him.

  Michael walked over to my bed and sat down on the edge. I went over to join him but he put up his hand up for me to stop. “Stay right there,” he said.

  I did as I was told and stood in front of him.

  “Good. Now take off all your clothes.”

  I began to pull off my baggy shirt and Michael stopped me again.

  “Do it slower, Penelope.”

  These were demands that turned me on. I took his instruction and slowly brought up my shirt until my heaving breasts were revealed. I watched Michael's eyes grow wider.

  I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it across the room. Michael motioned for me to turn around. I knew exactly what he wanted.

  I bent over and pulled my shorts down and over my ass. “Like this?” I asked.

  Michael nodded as I pulled my shorts and panties all the way down. “Turn back around,” he said.

  I turned around but couldn't help but cover my crotch area with my hands. I'd never been so naked in the daytime in front of another man. He could see everything.

  “Drop your hands to your sides.”

  I stood there feeling Michael examine every inch of me with his eyes. I'd never felt so vulnerable before. Was this all apart of his plan?

  “Come over here and get down on your knees,” he said.

  I hesitantly took a step forward and used his legs to help myself down to my knees. The carpet dug into my skin. “What do you want now?” I asked.

  Michael shook his head. “No questions. Now unzip my pants.”

  This feeling of being ordered around was liberating. I didn't need to think about anything. I only needed to comply with his requests. I unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the zipper.

  “Take them off.”

  I curled my fingers in his waistline and tugged at the denim until they were wrapped around his ankles. My eyes caught sight of his long cock trapped in a prison of gray boxer briefs. I knew what he wanted me to do next but I had to wait for him to say it.

  “Take my cock out and put me in your mouth.”

  My entire body shivered at his command. My pussy was so wet that it was dripping onto the carpet. I only needed to just tap my clit to bring on an orgasm.

  But it wasn't my turn yet. Michael needed to be pleasured first.

  I snaked my fingers through the peephole of his boxers and it didn't take long to find his pulsing member. I gripped it lightly and pulled him through the hole. I licked my lips before inserting him in my mouth.

  Michael's hands combed through my hair and he moaned as I shoved his cock deep down.

  “Yeah just like that. Use your hand to stroke me.”

  I rubbed the base of his penis and sucked on the head. I looked up to see Michael in the middle of experiencing pure ecstasy. I wanted him to come down my throat. I wanted to feel his warm seed in my mouth.

  But it wasn't meant to be.

  Michael released his hold on my hair and pulled himself out of my mouth. “Not yet, Penelope. We still have a lot more to do.”

  I wiped the drool from the corner of my lips and watched Michael scoot back to the pillows on the bed. I stayed on my knees until he broke his silence.

  “Get on top of me, Penelope.”

  He wanted me to control his pleasure and I was so happy to do it. I climbed onto the bed and straddled Michael. His giant cock was only inches away from my moist opening.

  “Rub your wet pussy against me,” he said.

  I pushed my wet lips against him and rocked my hips back and forth. His hands felt up my tits, kneading and massaging them. He pinched my rock-hard nipples and twisted until I cried out.

  “Fuck me now, Penelope.”

  I grabbed his meat and guided him inside me. I was so wet but still way too tight to fit him all in.

  “Oh my god, it feels so good,” I said. I put my hand over my mouth immediately. I wasn't supposed to speak but Michael wasn't focused on that anymore. He could barely think straight now.

  I worked my my ass up and down, forcing him deeper and deeper, going faster and faster.

  “Slower,” Michael choked out.

  I put my hands on his chest to steady myself and slowed the rhythm down. “Like this?” I asked.

  Michael nodded, putting his hands behind his head. He watched me ride him, drinking in the view.

  “I'm close, Michael,” I said. “Will you come with me?”

  “Faster, Penelope.”

  I bounced up and down on his cock, my big tits flopping around. Michael groaned and placed his hands on my sides. He slammed me onto his cock so hard that I cried out from the pleasure. Nobody had ever been so deep before.

  The pleasure hit its peak and I couldn't hold back any longer. “I'm coming, Michael!”

  “Oh, fuck,” Michael replied. His fingernails dug into my skin as he burst inside me. My body quaked with an intensity that shook the entire bed. I couldn't handle the ecstasy. It felt way too damn good.

  My brain became mush. Michael had to take over as I lost control of my body. He thrust over and over again until his seed was spent.

  I couldn't hold myself up any longer. I collapsed onto Michael with his cock still inside me. “That was out of this world,” I said into a tuft of his chest hair.

  He ran his fingers through my hair. “That was something else,” he replied.

  Chapter Nine

  We rested in each other's arms, completely exhausted from the crazy sex.

  I turned my head to the other side. I could hear his heartbeat against my ear. “I wish I didn't have to go back to college.”

  He lifted my chin up until our eyes met. “I can visit you there.”

  My heart melted. Those words changed everything.

  “You would come up to my school?”

  “Yeah why not? It's not that far. I could come up for a weekend every once and awhile. Trust me, the sex alone is worth it.”

  I agreed.

  I thought this was going to be a just short fling. But after only one day, I knew I wouldn't be able to make it without being fucked by Michael on a regular basis.

  I rested my head back on his chest and began to drift off to sleep.

  Until the sound of the garage ruined the peaceful moment.

  “You're mom's home,” Michael announced, tossing me to the side and jumping out of bed.

  I laughed as he frantically searched the room for his jeans. He jumped into them as quick as lightning.

  “Are you going to get dressed, or what?”

  I slipped under the covers and pulled them up over my milky white breasts. “There's no way I'm going to get out of bed. It's not like my mom is going to come in without knocking.”

  “Well she might be a little suspicious if she finds out that I'm in
here.”

  I shooed him away with my hand. “Then you better go.”

  Michael steamed. “You're going to pay for this later.”

  I smiled and settled my hand behind my head. “I dearly hope so.”

  Epilogue

  Being away from Michael added a new difficulty at college. I couldn't focus during class and it was even harder to concentrate on writing papers.

  My mind would always wandered back to that day we had so much sex. We didn't get another chance to see each other before I had to go back to school.

  I wiped my tired eyes and stared again at the blank computer screen. This paper wasn't going to get written by itself.

  A knock at the door snapped me back to reality.

  “Penelope! There's someone at the door. Can you get it?” my roommate yelled through her closed door.

  I grumbled and dragged myself to the front door of our quaint little apartment.

  I opened the door and Michael stood there all stoic and handsome. His hair nicely combed and a little bit of stubble hugging his jaw. My entire body swelled with excitement. This was a total surprise.

  “Have you been thinking about me?” he asked with that damn cocky smile of his.

  I grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside, planting my lips on his.

  My paper would have to wait until the weekend was over...

  The End