Taken in Front of My Boyfriend

by Kyra Keeley

  Taken

  in

  Front

  of

  My

  Boyfriend

  By

  Kyra Keeley

  ***

  This is a work of fiction that contains adult situations between fictional characters, who are consenting adults, and not related by blood. All semblances to persons or places, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.

  In the entry way of Mark’s house, we kiss firmly, mouths open, and tongues intertwined. I break our embrace and try to wriggle away from him.

  “Beth, we have to.” Mark says as he paws at my body like an untrained puppy.

  “I don’t know if I’m ready,” I reply.

  And it’s true.

  Mark and I have spent a lot of time waiting for a chance that we could be together, alone, away from our strict parents. I was at one point really looking forward to it. But things have changed . . .

  Mark and I have been together for a long stretch, almost two years now. For two eighteen year olds, that has to be like, at least a decade in adult years.

  For most of that time, we have been forbidden to see each other. We have passed notes in school and sent a few emails that were checked in secrecy, before promptly being erased.

  I guess it was our own stupid fault.

  Not long after we got together two summers ago, we were swimming in Mark’s family’s pool. At the time, I was surprised they had even let us be together with so few clothes on at the same time our hormones were raging. When we thought his stepdad would not be back out for a while, we set on the edge of the pool and started to kiss each other. Mark got carried away, and started grabbing my breasts. Before I could stop him, his stepdad walked out and caught us.

  He was pissed! He told me I was a “slut” and that I had provoked Mark. We were told that I would become pregnant. Then we would have to drop out of school. This would inevitably force Mark to work at a gas station in order to support our illegitimate child. After he shamed us, I was sent home immediately, and my parents were told what we had done.

  And that was just the beginning.

  What made matters much worse was Mark’s stepfather, or Mr. Landon, was a teacher at our school. He made sure that we were not ever in the same classes. We were both watched over 24/7. I felt like every teacher was a spy who reported Mark and I’s every move to his dad. We were so scared that we didn’t even look at each other in the hallways.

  The worst was that I even had several history classes with Mr. Landon. He was awfully rough on me in class and I had to give 150% to get B+’s, which were the lowest grades of my entire life.

  Even worse, was he would make me uncomfortable all the time in class. If I had any exposed flesh whatsoever, whether it was a knee or an elbow, Mr. Landon would stare at me with absolute scorn. I felt like I had to wear a snowsuit to school year round. Never hesitating to make me the bad example, he would draw the class’s attention to my every mistake, no matter how miniscule.

  The first few classes I had with him I would go home crying begging to switch schools.

  After a while though, I got use to the abuse.

  My thoughts on Mr. Landon even kind of changed, developing what, I guess could be called a crush. I decided that he was kind of handsome in that grown up movie star way. Unlike Mark, Mr. Landon had width to his frame, a square jaw covered with a bluish black stubble, and piecing blue eyes. I liked how stern he was with me. He seemed to expect super human feats from me, and knew that I would not back down. He became, in my mind, exactly what a man should be.

  Eventually, I went as far as to purposefully garner his wrath. I would mispronounce words just so I could get his attention. Then, I started dressing more scantily than I would have ever even imagined doing so if I were not trying to get Mr. Landon’s stern blue eyes to look over my young innocent flesh. I think if he wanted to, he could have easily seen my panties while he stared out into the class.

  So, right now, I’m in this predicament of having Mark, who I like, but don’t really feel like he is the man for me.

  “What do you mean: You’re not ready?” Mark questions me like I’m neglecting him from getting a cookie that he thinks he deserves.

  “I don’t know. It’s been a long time and I feel like we should start back at getting to know each other.”

  “—but, I’ve saved myself for you, Beth” Mark spews while he ruthlessly grabs at my ass.

  “What if we don’t do everything?”

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “Mark, don’t be mad.”

  “I could have been with all kinds of other girls, but I chose you, Beth. C’mon, pleeeaasse. You know how much internet porn I’ve had to watch?”

  “Gross! Don’t tell me that.”

  Mark’s entitlement makes my thighs clamp together like impenetrable steel. I’m more than willing to do some things with Mark, but right now I cannot imagine losing my virginity to him.

  Not now.

  Not like this.

  I quell my anger and bat my doe eyes at Mark. Even though I lack experience, I’m pretty sure that I can take care of Mark quickly, and be out of here long before Mr. Landon gets home. The way I see it, I could be home eating dinner in less than two hours with my parents being none the wiser.

  “Okay. Okay. How about I do a strip tease . . . then . . . while I’m naked, I go down on you.” I smile from ear to ear delighted by my own suggestion.

  “Well, I guess that sounds like it could be alright.” Mark is hiding his excitement. Despite his lack of verbal enthusiasm, he beams from ear to ear and the front of his pants has started to tighten outlining his hard cock

  “Trust me, it’s going to be better than alright.”

  I feel a little of Mark and I’s spark come back as I sashay into his family living room. As I walk, I seductively raise the back of the short skirt that I bought specifically for today. I pull it all the way up to where my upper thigh meets the round curve of my ass. Then, a little further to show Mark my thong panties. This is my first pair ever. When I put them on this morning I got wet at the thought of Mark seeing me in them. Now, that wetness is coming back.

  “Shit Mary, you are so fucking hot.”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “I’m so hard right now.” My face flushes a deep red hue when talks about his arousal.

  “Why don’t you put on some music? Something sexy with a beat. Then, you can show me how hard you are.”

  “Yeah, yeah . . . Let me see.” Mark rushes over to his father’s elaborate looking stereo and fumbles to plug his cell phone into a cord running out from behind it. “Here we go—this is perfect!” He rubs his hands together right before a sensual bass line floats out in to Mark’s family room.

  “Oh, I like it,” I say moving my hips back and forth.

  “This is going to be unforgettable.” Mark practically runs over to the debonair brown leather sofa positioned in the middle of the room. Mark tears his clothes off like it is a race. Within seconds, he sits on the couch, legs apart, completely nude. His cock is already hard pulsating with each heartbeat.

  “So, you are sure that your dad is not going to come home?” I say while toying with the top button of my blouse.

  “Oh no. This is his busiest time. Right when we get out of school for the summer, he puts in a week of extra long days.”

  “I see. I would loathe to get caught. He really hates me. I would hate to see what he would do to me.”

  I’ve never seen a boy in the nude in real life. Mark catches me staring at the marvel between his legs.

  “I’ve always told you give me a boner, Mary, you want to touch it?”

  I certainly do, but I tell him, “Not yet,
but you can though. I would like to see how jerk off to me.” I’m slightly surprised when he doesn’t hesitate. Mark starts working his shaft from top to bottom while he looks my nubile flesh up and down. “I guess you need some inspiration then.” Mark nods gently with his mouth agape.

  I start to do my best impersonation of how a stripper does her thing just a foot away from Mark. I bite my bottom lip as I start to unbutton my blouse, very slowly, one button after the other, until the sides of my shirt fall open revealing my lacy push up bra. I throw caution to the wind, letting the gauzy fabric fall from my shoulders to the ground. I pose demurely, my heart beating so hard it nearly pushes my breast out of my bra.

  I do a half twirl so that my ass is facing Mark. I start to swivel my hips. Each time I dip a little lower, until I feel my skirt crawl up the back of my thighs. I get super turned on knowing that the little triangle of fabric is the only things hiding my wet pussy from Mark’s probing eyes.

  Still turned around, I unfasten the hook at the waist of my skirt. I stand up, wiggle, and it falls to the floor around my high heels. I take two steps over, until I’m out of my skirt, standing next to it.

  I turn around to let Mark watch me explore my body hidden only by my tiny matching bra and panty set. I let me hands slide up my naked back to undo the clasp of my bra. I catch it before it falls away, but only after I cover my firm tits, before I let it fall to the floor. I tease Mark for just a second longer before finally showing him my high natural breast. I’ve always been proud of them and it feels good to show them off.

  “They are every bit as perfect as I imagined,” Mark tells me while stroking himself faster to the new attraction. I squeeze my nipples to make them hard.

  Turning around one last time, I ease my panties down my apple ass. They stick to my wet pussy leaving a dark patch of excitement in the crotch. My round ass pops out over the elastic.

  I bend over, all the way, until my hands are flat on the ground, and everything is upside down. I shake my ass, showing Marking parts of me I’m pretty sure not even I’ve seen. I look at Mark. I feel my pussy lips separate and widen, to reveal my inner pink flesh.

  “Beth, your pussy is dripping wet.”

  Overcome with embarrassment, I start cracking up. I stand back up, collapsing my naked body next to Mark’s.

  “That was hot,” Mark says. He reaches out with his free hand and grabs one of breast, squeezing it before pushing it high.

  “It was silly, but you seemed to enjoy it. Look at you. You are so big.” I say this, even though, compared to the internet porn I’ve seen he looks miniscule.

  “Maybe you should get a little closer.” Mark grabs my shoulder, pushes gently, and I slide dutifully to my knees in front of him.

  Mark lets loose of his cock, leaving it to sway mere inches from my face. I replace his hand with mine. I hold it for just a second to study its girth and warmth.

  “Wow,” I murmur, before easing my grip all the way up his shaft until I reach the tip that exudes a bead of liquid. Mark’s whole body quivers.

  I move my face closer to my hand that jerks Mark. I open my mouth just far enough to stick out my pink wet tongue. I start licking him gently at the base before lightly trailing up to his pulsating head.

  “Beth, you’re torturing me. Put me in your mouth.”

  I do just that, opening my jaw wide, I put the head of his cock inside the warm velvet of my mouth. I proceed to lower my head until he is half way in my mouth. His cock reaches the back of my throat faster than I thought causing me to gag a little before coming up for air.

  “Mm, are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

  “You’re my first, Mark.”

  Unable to do without my mouth, Mark grabs a handful of my hair and presses my mouth back over his cock. His assertiveness make me gush between my legs. I reward him by picking up my pace. I slide his slippery cock in and out of my mouth. He tenses up and grips the leather couch tightly, creating light marks with the digging of his fingernails.

  “Fuck, Beth, you have to stop,” Mark says, now using my hair to pull my mouth away from his cock.

  “Why, Marky?” I make my eyes as wide and innocent as possible, but continue milking his throbbing cock.

  ‘Oh . . . I’m . . . so close . . . please,” Mark pleads on the precipice of coming. He twist on the couch in an attempt to escape my piston hand.

  I knew this would be easy.

  He cannot hold back any longer. Mark picks me up off my knees so he can toss me gently on the couch. Positioning himself above my chest, he feverishly strokes his hard-on. I throw my head back letting my mouth fall slightly open. I use my hands to squeeze my breast, providing a target for Mark.

  “Uhhh . . .” Mark unleashes a strangulated grunt. Then it happens. The tip of his cock shoots out hot white fluid that splatters on my chest. I moan in delight at being Mark’s object of desire. Disappointingly, he doesn’t come as much as I thought he would, this being our first time together sexually. Maybe he masturbates too much.

  His body shivers one last time before he collapses into the sticky come dotting my chest. He kisses me deeply, then, makes a feeble effort to sink his half hard cock into my admittedly soaking pussy. I deny him by scooting away, not wanting to have sex with him yet, or get pregnant.

  To our surprise, with the music stopped, we hear the garage door go up.

  Our hearts virtually stop in dread. After a flash of a second we bolt upright.

  “Shit!” I exclaim.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Put your clothes on . . .” Mark shoots around the room gathering up all of my clothes, throwing them at me like they were fast balls.

  “I’m trying.”

  Now, we hear the garage door close over the rustle of our clothes hastily being put on.

  “What are we going to say?” I whisper-shout in a panic now wearing just my skirt and blouse. I shove my bra deep in the couch.

  As the kitchen door opens, I awkwardly dance into my underwear.

  Mark has managed to get all of his clothes on, sans shoes and socks, but his cock still juts out obscenely against his jeans.

  We give each other a split second once over. My shirt doesn’t cover up the wet drops on my chest, and Mark signals for me to wipe it off. I try, but can still feel it there.

  Mark crashes onto the couch sitting in a casual, but highly suspect manner. Mark quietly uses his hands to try to shoe me out the front door before Mr. Landon throw his keys down and make his way into the room.

  It almost works, but I don’t make it.

  “Stop right there.”

  I freeze at the familiar sound of Mr. Landon’s deep steely resonant voice. I take a deep breath, shut my eyes, hoping that I could just vanish entirely.

  “Beth, is that you?”

  “Yes,” I croak out past the growing lump in my throat.

  “Mark, you mind telling me what Beth is doing here.”

  “She was just leaving . . .”

  “That’s not my question, Mark. Big surprise you’re a straight C student. I’ll ask again: Why is Beth here?”

  “We just . . . we’re in love . . . I thought you wouldn’t be home.”

  “I even called—twice.”

  “Shit.” Mark eyes his phone across the room plugged into the stereo that had been drowned out by the loud music.

  I take this opportunity to try to sneak out.

  “Shut that door, whore.”

  The word cuts like a knife.

  I do as I’m told.

  I turn around, looking at the floor, I timidly tell Mr. Landon, “I’m not a whore and I don’t have to take your abuse anymore.”

  “Oh yeah, guess which classes final third semester grades I’ve yet to turn in.”

  “You wouldn’t.” My bottom lip quivers.

  “Don’t try me, whore.” He sneers the last word, enunciating each letter, making me queasy. “Now, sit down. We are going to get to the bottom of what happened here this afternoon while I was ou
t making money to pay for this dummy Mark’s college education. Shit, I will probably have to grease a palm for them to even let his dumbass in.”

  I walk over to the couch holding my arm tightly over my breast that are only hidden behind the thin fabric of my shirt. I sit next to Mark, probably too close, and cower in his shadow. I hope that I get off with a little huffing and puffing from Mr. Landon before he sends me back home.

  “We’re sorry.” A tear falls from my eye and lands on my skirt, a skirt I wish I magically could make longer. But, as it is, it sits halfway up my upper thigh.

  “Sorry for what? You know that is an admission of guilt, don’t you?”

  “I’m sorry for coming over when I wasn’t supposed to.”

  “Go on . . .”

  “I’m sorry for tempting your son. I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “You’re right. You know he is not very smart. Obviously his dick has a bigger brain.”

  “Dad, you’re embarrassing me.” Mark’s words quiver through his nervous tremors.

  “Shut the fuck up, Mark. I’ll deal with you later.” Out of the corner my eye, I see Mark crumple into a dejected heap in the presence of his stern father. “Now, back to you Beth. Let’s start from the beginning. I’ll start you at an A and the more lies you tell me the lower that grade goes.”

  I solemnly nod my head. With my academic career at stake, I don’t know what else to do.

  “Okay, so you show up to my house dressed like a slut to seduce my son. How many times has this happened before?”

  “Never, I promise.”

  “Okay, we’ll say that’s the truth. Then, exactly what did happened today?” Mr. Landon walks back and forth across the room in the same way he does in class.

  I’m petrified. I look at Mark for some guidance on how much, or little, to tell his dad, but he seems to have withdrawn into some entirely different place.

  “I came over because Mark said you would not be home. I do love your son, and it has been so hard not being able to even look at him. We wanted to see each other, that’s all.”

  “Understand, that anyone with the capability of seeing would not believe that. An A- suits you well right now little lady.”