First Time Erotica: Volume 2 (First Time Erotica Series)

by Charlie Buxton

  "Whoa! Justin, you're not going to still let Jen come over, are you?"

  "Fuck her!" I laughed humorlessly. "No—wait—she's fucking everyone else! No, not her."

  "Good, but then what do you mean you're still going to?"

  "I'm going to call Cindy and—"

  "Cindy Reed?" Sam gasped. "Come on, Justin! She'll fuck anyone. May as well as be with Jen."

  "She will fuck anyone. That's the point. And she's not like Jen because she doesn't pretend she wants anything except to get laid! She's all but jumped me before. I'm going to call her when I hang up with you and—"

  "Justin, don't do that!"

  "Why the hell not? I'll get what I want. Cindy will get what she wants. What's the problem?"

  "Your first time shouldn't be that meaningless, not after how long you tried to make it a certain way."

  "Fuck that! I tried the right way. I blew off girls who would have because I didn't think they would be serious, and then I get this close and it falls through. I waited long enough to keep my stupid promise to my mother."

  "That promise was sweet, not stupid."

  "Fine—stupid, sweet—pick what you want. My mother even made a crack that she knows I'm going to while she's away. I will. It just won't be with who she thinks it will be."

  "You'll lie to her?"

  "I don't think she'll actually ask, Sam. Mom doesn't want to know the details. I'll tell her next week Jen was screwing around on me, then I'll move on and she won't care if I start dating around."

  "Is that what you want to do, Justin? Go from girl to girl like your father?"

  "Don't pull that shit with me, Sam! I'm not my father! He used women. I won't be using anyone. I'll just hook up with girls just looking to hook up."

  "Justin, please think about it first. The summer's coming and you'll be at the beach a lot, and we start PC in September. You'll meet a lot of new girls and—"

  "I am not waiting!" I shouted. "I'm not waiting to meet someone, then dating until I see how I feel about them. That could take months! Fuck that!"

  "Justin, please calm down. You don't have to yell at me."

  "I ... I'm sorry, Sam. I'm not mad at you, but I am mad, and worse, I feel like an idiot, and there's no reason to deny myself having some fun. Sorry if it disappoints you and what you want for me."

  "I ... I'm not disappointed about Jen," she said quietly. "And I'm not disappointed in you that you waited. I'm proud of you. Honestly, Justin, I'm upset with myself for not waiting for the right guy."

  "And you could still be waiting. At least you had fun and know what it's like. Besides, you used to sit there sometimes and tell me how good Derek was to the point I would tell you to knock it off because you were aggravating me."

  "Well, all the guys talked about their girlfriends. Why shouldn't I?" Then she asked, "Why did it bother you?"

  "Because I wasn't getting any! You acted like you never cared and you never even tried to impress a guy and you were doing it! Anyway, I called to say I was sorry and to let you know what happened and that you were right. Now I'm going to call Cindy and see—"

  "Justin, please don't! Please?"

  She sounded more upset than I was, and with a sigh I asked, "Sam, why the hell do you care? You cared about it being Jen and now I see why, but Cindy isn't going to break my heart. I know what I'll be getting, and that's laid."

  "Justin, we're friends, right?"

  "You're my best friend, Sam. You know that. That's why I called. I ... I needed to vent and tell someone what happened."

  "I'm glad you did. Now I am going to ask you a favor."

  "I'm not waiting, Sam!" I shook my head as if she could see me. "No way."

  "Justin, you're mad, hurt, and frustrated. You don't want to do it like this."

  "I—"

  "Let me finish. It's only nine o'clock and it's Saturday night. Neither of us have to work tomorrow, so how about I come over and hang out for a while?"

  "Sam, no offense, but you're not the girl I'm looking to spend tonight with."

  "I ... I know that. You've made it clear I'm not that girl." She sounded put off, but kept going. "Like I said, tonight you're angry, and you should at least calm down. So how about this? I'll come over and on the way I'll stop and grab some popcorn and a couple of cheesy horror movies. We'll just hang out and have some laughs."

  "Sam—"

  "I promise no 'I told you so,' no 'you should have known better,' and I promise I won't try to talk you out of Cindy."

  "You won't? Not sure I believe that."

  "I promise. If you want to talk about it, we will. If not, just you and me eating popcorn and making up dialogue for the crappy movies. Just like we used to do before you started dating Jen."

  "Yeah, but—"

  "And tomorrow, once you've calmed down, if you still want to call Cindy, then go ahead. But I'm asking you to at least take one night to think about it, and I'll keep you company so you're not stewing over it. How's that?"

  "I ... I don't know, Sam."

  "Please, Justin? Consider it a favor to me."

  I closed my eyes and thought about it.

  She had a point that right now I was pissed. If I did have Cindy over, it might not be as much fun as it should be. I'd waited this long. One more night wouldn't make a difference. After brushing her off for Jen so much in the last six months, I did owe Sam something.

  "Okay. You're right. I'm probably better off with a friend than a slut right now." I laughed. "Too bad I couldn't find a friendly slut!"

  "Yeah, too bad. Guess you'll just have to settle for me."

  "I'm not settling," I told her, feeling much calmer. "I'd rather spend time with you right now anyway, Sam. You've never let me down and I appreciate you coming over."

  "That ... that means a lot, Justin. More than you know. You've helped me as much as I've helped you, you know."

  "That's what friends are for, right?" I laughed.

  "That's right, Justin. Good friends will do anything for each other. I'll be there in an hour."

  * * * * *

  I looked up when I heard Sam's car pull up and getting off the couch walked over to let her in. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Sam wearing the long black leather coat she had gotten for Christmas.

  Granted, it was April and it had cooled down quite a bit, but it wasn't that cold. The second thing that caught my attention was that her long brown hair, which was usually in a braid or a ponytail, was down.

  "Hey, Justin!" She held up a bag. "I grabbed a couple of oldie, but not so goodies. I got the Alien Dead and Ghost House. I figured they would be good for some laughs. Got popcorn, too!"

  "Um, okay," I said as she pushed past me.

  I was surprised when I smelled perfume. I wasn't sure what brand it was, but it smelled pretty damn good.

  Sam walked into the living room. At the sound of something clicking on the floor. I looked down. "Wow, what's with those shoes?" I asked, staring at the red heels she was wearing. They were high enough that I wondered how she could walk in them, and had straps that wrapped around her ankles.

  As I stared at the shoes, it dawned on me I could see her calves. "Are you wearing a dress?"

  "Maybe I felt like dressing up." She turned to face me. "It is Saturday night, after all."

  "But you're hanging out with me," I said, closing the door behind me and approaching her. "Usually, you're dressed in—" I stopped and stared at her face, taking in her deep red lips.

  "What's the matter?"

  "You're wearing make-up!" In addition to her lipstick, Sam's eyelashes looked longer and thicker than usual, she was wearing eye shadow, and her cheeks had more color to them.

  "So?"

  "Sam, were you going out tonight? Because if you were, you don't have to hang with me."

  "Maybe I dressed up for you." She unzipped the top of the jacket, then slipped it off.

  "Wow!"

  Sam was wearing a red dress that was not only low-cut enough to show
cleavage, but calling the skirt short would be doing it a favor. The hem barely reached her mid-thigh. I wondered what she would do if she dropped something and had to bend over.

  The dress featured black buttons in the shape of hearts that went down to her waist and staring at the top button, I couldn't help notice how tight the dress was, hugging her small breasts and pushing them up.

  "Is that a good 'wow'?" She gave me a big smile.

  "I ... yeah, you look great." I told her and wasn't kidding.

  Sam's smile widened. When she reached up and pushed her hair back over her shoulder, I noticed that her fingernails were painted the same shade of red as the dress.

  "Thank you."

  "Why are you wearing that?"

  "Oh, I don't know. " She shrugged. "Maybe I'm tired of your tomboy jokes and wanted to show you I can be a woman when I need to be."

  "A woman?" I laughed. "You're eighteen."

  She rolled her eyes. "Justin, you are one step forward, two steps back, sometimes. You give me a compliment, then you say something stupid."

  "Sorry." I pointed at the bag she had tossed on the couch. "You want to give me the popcorn and I'll heat it up while you put the movie in?"

  "Not yet. I want to talk to you."

  "I thought you said if I didn't want to talk we didn't—"

  Without waiting for me to finish, Sam turned her back on me and walked out of the living room and down the hall towards my bedroom.

  "Okay," I muttered.

  I followed her down the hallway, my eyes glued to the backs of her long legs, which although a little on the thin side had a nice shape to them. Not just her legs; the tight dress was clinging to what I had to admit was a pretty nice ass and she had a sway to her hips I'd never noticed before when she walked.

  Sam opened the door to my room. When I entered, she was standing in front of my bed, staring down at the nightstand.

  "Oh, candles!" she said, picking up the lighter. "I love candles."

  She lit the two small candles and walked around to the other side of the bed to light the pair on my desk. "You always have candles?"

  "Tonight was supposed to be, well, you know ..." I sighed. "I thought it would be a nice touch."

  "They are." She pointed behind me. "Shut the light off."

  "Why?"

  "Because I like candlelight." She rolled her eyes. "Why do you always ask questions about everything?"

  "I don't know." I hit the switch and turned back to see her standing in the dimly lit room.

  "That's better." She nodded. "Nice soft light. Very romantic, very intimate."

  "Intimate?" That was an odd word.

  "Justin, come sit down. I want to ask you something."

  I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it expecting Sam to sit next to me. Instead, she stepped up to me so she was standing directly in front of me between my knees, looking down at me.

  "What's up?" I asked, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not her tits, which were right in front of me and more than a little distracting, especially with the scent of her perfume wafting from her chest.

  "Okay, look. This problem you have. On one hand, I believe you should stick to your principles and your promise and wait and make it special."

  "Here we go." I rolled my eyes.

  "But I understand your point. You're frustrated and horny and tired of waiting."

  "Exactly."

  "So I have a question for you. If you had a choice, would you want it to be with someone who cares about you who'll make it special, or just get a piece of tail to say you got some?"

  "I don't have a choice. I—"

  "Just answer the damn question!" She put her hands out. "Stop being a dink and just give me a yes or no. Which would you prefer if you had the choice?"

  "Okay." I shrugged. "If I had the chance, I would rather it be with someone who—" I stopped.

  "Who what?"

  "Fine. I'll sound like an idiot. Someone I have feelings for who cares about me."

  "That's not being an idiot at all. That's just being—"

  "A fool. And that question was stupid because I don't have that person, so there is no choice. I was a fucking asshole for waiting, and I am not going to—"

  "Hey!" Sam put her hands on my shoulders. "That was not being an asshole. Justin, never be upset at yourself for being sweet. Never."

  "Sweet?" I rolled my eyes again.

  "My sister is three years older than me and has dated a lot of guys. My friends have been dating as long as I have. Thing is, most guys are jerks who think with their dicks. Nice guys are hard to find, Justin, and you're one of them. Never be sorry for that. It's one of the things I love about you!"

  "Then, if I'm so great, why am I alone?"

  "Because you were never serious with anyone, and when you decided to be, it was with the wrong girls. Jen isn't the first popular little snot you've chased."

  "Maybe you're right. Next time I'll look for more than looks and popular, but for now?" I grinned. "Easy is what I'm looking for."

  "You said you would rather be with someone who cares."

  "And I said there isn't anyone who cares and—"

  "Justin, I'll be your first."

  "So, I'm going to—" I stopped and blinked. "Wait, what ... what did you just say?"

  "I said I'll be your first." Sam put her hand on my cheek. "You know I care about you."

  "You—you're my friend."

  "I'm also a young woman. I also know how important this is for you and don't want to see you ruin it with some slut after waiting this long."

  "I—you're fucking with me!" I pushed her hands away from me. "Is that why you dressed like that?"

  "Yes. I wanted you to see me as a girl, not your friend."

  "You're screwing with me! I can't believe you would do this to me! What are you trying to do, get me to say I want you, then laugh at me or something?"

  "I would never hurt you, Justin." She said softly. "You want your first time, and you want it with someone who cares. I care." She smiled. "And when we've talked about it, you've admitted you're worried the girl would have done it and you haven't and you'd look bad. I've fooled around before and know you haven't. We'll take our time, and you would never have to worry about me making fun of you."

  "Sam, you—" It dawned on me she was completely serious.

  My mind raced.

  Sam had been my best friend for years. Although I did think she was pretty and once in a while had a dirty thought about her, I had never really thought of her like that.

  On the other hand, I'd never seen her dressed like this. She looked damn good and I knew she cared about me. I wouldn't have to worry about experience and—

  "I won't tell anyone," she added. "No one needs to know, and after, if you want to go slut around, go ahead, but at least the first time will be the right way."

  "Sam, I—" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I can't do this with you. I appreciate it, but ... we're best friends. I don't want to—"

  I opened my eyes to see Sam unbuttoning her dress. "What are you doing?"

  "I'm going to help you stop thinking of me as a friend."

  Sam reached the last button just above her waist and opened the dress to reveal she wasn't wearing a bra.

  "Holy shit," I whispered at the sight of her bare breasts.

  Sam wasn't big on top, but they her breasts were perky, perfectly round, and her pink nipples were erect and less than a foot from my face.

  Sam let the dress drop to the floor.

  My jaw fell with it.

  Sam was now standing in front of me in just a red thong that consisted of red string and a patch of lace between her thighs. Speechless, my eyes roamed up and down her body. Sam was breathing fast, her small tits rising and falling with each breath.

  Her stomach was smooth and flat, and her hips flared out just enough to give her slender figure a nice shape. I looked at her soft inner thighs and with a start realized I was hard.

 
"Do you like them?" Sam cupped her tits.

  "I—"

  "I know they're not that big." Sam's thumbs caressed her nipples. "But they're all yours."