Little Pumpkin

by Jamie Knight

  Make yourself at home, I heard Maya’s voice echoing in my mind.

  Don’t mind if I do.

  I was clean all over; the jets had seen to that, so it was unlikely I would mess up anything. I lay on my back in the cool dark, feeling the soft bed under me.

  Suddenly my dream guy found his way into my head. The guy I would let take my virginity, to slide his huge, throbbing cock into my sweet, pristine little pussy and show me what pleasure really was.

  He was tall and strong with six-pack abs I could see outlined through his shirt. He had wild hair but soft eyes and an easy smile, not seeming to be too concerned about anything in particular.

  My hand found its way down to my pussy, well primed by the water. I jumped a bit, the feeling being really intense. I placed my hand back on my tender, virgin lips and stroked them softly.

  In my mind I was on a bed, completely naked, as my perfect man came toward me, taking off his clothes as he did so. First his shirt then his boots, and finally his pants, his huge, hard, beautiful cock revealed to me as he got to the bed.

  Gently, he would take me by the ankles and spread my legs wide, my tight little pussy open before him. Looking me in the eyes, he would get down on his knees between my thighs.

  Taking a moment to really take in my pussy, he would lick me from bottom to top, giving me soft swirls of his tongue on my aching clit, soft and then with increasing pressure, getting me ready to take his magnificent cock into my aching pussy.

  I imagined him licking me to orgasm and when I had cum, him getting to his feet and pulling me toward him, taking me in a passionate kiss. As our tongues moved together, I imagined my hand finding the shaft of his cock, as though by some natural force.

  Taking him firmly in both hands, I would stroke him deftly. When he couldn't take it anymore, I pictured him putting his hand on the back of my head and guiding my mouth down to his cock, which I was still holding in both hands.

  I imagined taking his cock in my mouth, my dream man keeping his hand on the back of my head. Not in a forceful way. Not making me do anything but rather as a gentle hand of guidance, showing me what he liked.

  I was happy to follow, wanting to pleasure him as much as he had pleasured me. It may have been a minority opinion, but I honestly believed that sex should be a shared experience with both partners getting what they wanted and enjoying it equally.

  I imagined sucking him until he came, filling my mouth with his hot, thick cum. Keeping a firm hold of his shaft, I swallowed down his cum, keeping my eyes on his, and then took his glistening head back into my mouth, sucking it clean.

  He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head back so he could kiss me again. Running his hands down my sides to my hips, he pulled me forward, so my ass was at the edge of the bed. I saw myself lying back as he put my legs over his shoulders and leaned down into me, the head of his cock pressing up against my pussy.

  I gasped in my imagination and for real. I softly stroked my pussy up and down as I imagined him stroking his cock up and down the length of my pussy lips, making me hum with pleasure. I then imagined him carefully inching his cock into my pussy as I slid the tips of three fingers into my pussy for real. The sensation of both made me gasp both for real and in my head again.

  I imagined him sliding his cock further into my pussy, sliding my fingers up to the second knuckle in kind, trying to approximate the feeling. I may have been a virgin but if I was careful to take my time and use a gentle touch at first, I could make my pussy stretch. I could usually get three fingers all the way in and one time I managed four. This was as close as I could get at the time to what I figured a cock would be like, in terms of girth, at least.

  In my mind, my dream guy got his cock in up to my cherry, stopping before he pushed through. I stopped in kind. He told me to take a few deep breaths, which I did.

  On the last breath out, he pushed his cock through, popping my cherry, taking my virginity and my innocence with it. In my head, I let out a sharp cry as he broke through, the pain shooting through me but then fading, like a bad pinch. He waited patiently until I was ready again, my breathing returning to a regular rhythm.

  When the pain had subsided and I was ready again, my dream guy started to fuck me in my fantasy. He did it gently at first, making sure to brush my clit with each pass, and then slowly building until he was pounding inside me, making me moan with pleasure.

  I picked up speed with my fingers, pounding them into my pussy like I imagined him pounding me with his beautiful cock.

  The intensity built up until I had cum both on his cock and on my hand.

  I bit my lip and arched my back as I was fucked even harder by his cock and my fingers. Finally, he worked me to an explosive orgasm, making me collapse onto the bed.

  He slid out of my pussy, massaging me with his hand to maintain contact while he also cuddled me. We kissed tenderly as he used his skilled fingers to work me to another orgasm, making me shudder against his hard, warm body.

  Moving his hands to my hips, he gently turned me over onto my belly. I turned over in real life too, laying face down on the bed. Kissing the back of my neck, he ran his hands down my back and then over my hips and up onto my ass, giving it a hard squeeze.

  I moaned, lifting off the bed slightly. I had a good idea how this would feel as I actually did it to myself, as well as I could, while lying on the bed. His hands would be stronger of course but it only made me look forward to the real thing.

  Keeping his hands on my ass, my dream guy spread my cheeks and ran his tongue over my pussy and up over my asshole. I gasped and then settled down into a contented hum as he used his tongue to pleasure me in new and exciting ways.

  I lifted my hips off Maya's bed and slipped my hand down to my pussy and started to finger myself as I massaged the outside of my asshole with my other hand, imaging his tongue working its magic back there.

  When I was ready, I imagined my perfect man slipping a finger into my asshole to get me ready for his cock.

  I didn't go this far.

  I couldn't yet.

  Though my man had no such hang-ups and almost made me scream with pleasure. Keeping his finger in my asshole, he slid his cock back into my pussy and fucked me hard, the anal stimulation making my orgasm all the more intense.

  I pushed my face into the mattress to muffle my rapturous screams of ecstasy while my entire body shuddered, both in my mind and in Maya's apartment.

  Giving me time to recover, the man in my mind massaged my ass with one hand while he pushed the head of his cock against my open asshole with the other. He got the head in and stopped, telling me to breathe in deep. I did and he pushed in a bit further on the exhale.

  I still gasped a little but more in pleasure than pain, as he pushed his cock halfway into my tight little asshole. It didn't really hurt, at least as I imagined it, just some pressure which, while intense, was far from what could be called pain.

  It had honestly hurt more when he broke my cherry. At least with anal there was nothing like that to deal with. Just a matter of relaxing the muscles and taking due care. Once he was in there and started moving it felt really good.

  He picked up speed, pounding my asshole as I pounded three fingers into my pussy, bringing myself to a screaming orgasm, covering my mouth with my hand to keep from waking Anton or worrying Maya's neighbors’ in case the walls weren't as soundproof as they looked.

  I finished off, my man pulling his cock forcefully out of my ass as I did the same with my fingers, pulling them out of my pussy.

  My dream guy kissed me on the cheek and then disappeared from my mind, just like a movie that had ended or a book that I’d closed.

  I got up off of Maya's bed and went to get dressed, just as Anton started to bark for his second feeding before we went for another run around the block.

  Chapter Four

  Reece

  You never know when things might happen. When the fates might decide to smack you between the eyes. Though not always
in a bad way. Blessings in disguise and all that.

  I usually had my phone off when I went to my library. We all need a bit of alone time. My father's philosophy was that success was a twenty-four hour a day job. Though he also thought it was a mistake to give women the vote, so work ethic was not the only thing we fucking disagreed on.

  I was five chapters deep into Voltaire when my phone began its to do its little buzz dance on the table beside me.

  I would have ignored it. Just picked it up and killed the call.

  I would have, if it hadn't been Maya's signature ringtone.

  There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for my little cousin that I’d been close to since we were both just kids, and I was pretty sure she knew it. And that she took advantage of that fact. But hey, who could blame her?

  Placing the book onto the coffee table with an audible thump, I swooped up the screaming device and put it out of its misery.

  "What's up, sweet pea?" I asked.

  "Seriously?"

  "What?" I asked.

  "Wasn't that the name of Popeye's baby?" Maya asked.

  "Why, yes, I think it was. Point taken. What can I do for you, cuz?" I asked.

  "Who says I want anything?"

  "You only ever call me when you want something," I pointed out.

  "Not always," she objected, "just usually."

  "As you like," I said, not wanting to argue with her.

  "Shakespeare?" Maya asked.

  "Close."

  "I need some help," she said.

  "You don't say," I said.

  "I'm having some drainage issues at my condo."

  "Do you want me to call a plumber?" I asked.

  "I'd rather you did it," Maya said.

  "You'd rather have me than a pro?"

  "You know as much as any of them and there isn't anyone I would trust as much as you," she said.

  "I'm touched." I said, meaning it.

  "So, when can you be here?"

  I looked at my book and then my watch.

  I gave a moment's thought to finishing the chapter before going over to help but found I couldn't do it.

  "Twenty minutes," I said, putting the bookmark in place and killing the call.

  The condo had been my idea. Maya hadn't wanted it at first. Thought it was too fancy. She’d just about fainted when she saw the Jacuzzi in the en-suite, but I still felt like I owed her for when my parents threw me out.

  I hadn't thought about going anywhere else and she hadn't thought twice about taking me in. Even though she barely had a couch for me to sleep on. I think it might have technically been a love seat. Not the best place to sleep for someone who was six foot one, but I made due, and was happy for the opportunity.

  Nothing like losing everything to give you some perspective.

  Maya had given me a key when she had moved in, so there was no need for all the buzzer business which had always irritated me.

  I didn't really see the point.

  All the doors to the individual units had locks. Even if someone came along who wasn't a tenant or a visitor, what could they really do? Loiter in the hallway?

  It became particularly stupid when you realized that detached houses got by with door and window locks and usually cost more than a condo.

  Anton came running at me like a little, furry cannon ball, barking in greeting. I had joked about Maya naming him after Anton LaVey, famous occultist, but she hadn’t denied it. Just gave me a sly wink and asked if I wanted drink.

  "Anton! No!" Maya shouted, coming in.

  "It's okay, he's just saying hello," I said, reaching down and scratching him behind the ear.

  "Thanks for coming," Maya said.

  "Not a problem."

  We hugged and kissed on both cheeks, Maya going up on her tip toes so she could reach, the height coming from my dad's side of the family and Maya and I being related through our mothers.

  "Point me to the problem," I said.

  "This way," Maya said, heading for the main bathroom.

  I followed, trying not to think about what was happening the book I wasn’t reading. Some things lost priority to Maya, the one family member who still needed me.

  Setting up my tools, I set to work as Maya disappeared to some other part of the house, Anton scampering off behind her.

  I was well into the job when a knock came at the apartment door.

  I didn't immediately think to answer it, since this was Maya’s place, after all, despite the fact that my name was co-signed on the lease.

  "Could you get that for me, please?" Maya called, from somewhere in the depths of the condo.

  "Sure," I said, mostly to myself.

  A second set of knocks came as I approached the door. Maya must have had a good hold on Anton to keep him from barreling out and barking up a storm. My own private nickname for him was Doorbell. Well, that and Cerberus though I never called him that out loud. It was more of a private joke. Like naming a chihuahua Killer.

  I opened the door and my jaw nearly hit the floor. I had seen pretty girls before. As well as beautiful ones. It went with the territory in my line of business. Though I had never seen anyone like the girl I saw standing in the doorway of Maya's condo.

  She was maybe twenty, tops, with luminous alabaster skin, coal black hair and the most glorious pair of curvaceous breasts I had ever seen.

  She was the kind of girl who inspired songs. "Galway Girl" for a start.

  "Hi?" she said, no doubt thrown by my silent staring.

  Fuck.

  I didn't know how long I had been doing that.

  "Hi," I said in return.

  "Oh, good, you speak English."

  "Hey?" I asked.

  "Sorry, I don't mean to assume; you just didn't say anything so I thought it could be that you spoke a different language."

  "True enough," I said.

  "I didn't mean to be rude -"

  "Yeah, I get it. It's cool; I was just distracted."

  "By what?" she asked innocently.

  I suddenly wished I hadn't said that.

  I could hardly tell her that I’d been mesmerized by her tits. I wasn't a drooling teenager. At least not anymore.

  "Your eyes," I said, "I hope you can forgive me."

  "Sure," she said, sounding more confused than offended, "can I ask you something?"

  "Of course," I said.

  "Who are you?"

  "Of course, how rude of me; my name is Reece and I'm here to fix the plumbing, there is some issue with the drainage."

  I offered a hand of friendship, which, to my surprise, she accepted, shaking it firmly.

  She looked into my eyes for a moment and then away quickly, blushing slightly.

  I could tell she liked me too. She was giving off all of the usual signals that I had learned to read like American Sign Language.

  I also knew American Sign Language. I had learned for a college girlfriend who had been deaf since birth. She left me for a guy who didn’t know sign language. Said he understood her better, although I didn’t understand how.

  "I'm Gia; I'm here to plan a party," she said.

  "Gia. Italian, right?"

  "As far as I know. I think I was named after a tragic super model."

  "Interesting way to go, in the name department. Then again, I'm not one to talk. I'm fairly certain I was named after the hero of a sci-fi action movie from the eighties."

  "You win," Gia said, with a grin, "may I come in?"

  "Of course," I said, making way for her.

  "Is Maya home?"

  "Last I checked; should I go get her?" I asked.

  "Please," Gia said, not able to meet my eyes, likely trying to keep me from seeing the blush on her cheeks, which was in vain, because I could anyway.

  "If you ever have any drainage issues, I can certainly unblock them for you," I said with a wink, resisting the urge to face palm as soon as the words came out of my mouth.

  I couldn't believe how stupid I had been to say that to a girl
I had just met, not matter how hot she was.

  I wasn’t normally so clueless, blurting out things like that. This Gia girl just fucking did something to me. Turned me into a teenage boy.

  I really hoped I hadn't blown it.

  Chapter Five

  Gia

  I wasn't sure what to make of Reece. He was definitely hot. There was no way around that and no point in trying to deny it. He looked almost exactly like the guy in my imagination who had fucked me so beautifully.

  Except Reece seemed to be a bit more arrogant. More like he was trying to impress.

  That was when I noticed things could get dangerous. He had made that awful and forward joke despite the fact he had just met me. Though there was also his body to consider. He sure seemed to like mine, at least going by the bulge clearly outlined in his pants as soon as he saw me and to be honest, he made my pussy tingle in some very pleasant ways.

  I wasn't usually into cocky guys but there it was.

  I could hardly deny to myself that I was into this one. Or that I wished he would get into me, in the literal sense, that is.

  "Hey, hon," Gia said, coming out from the back area of the two-floor condo and forcing me to get a grip on my cheesy, dirty joke thoughts.

  "Hey," I said.

  "Let's go into the kitchen, okay?"

  "Sure," I said.

  She was the client, after all.

  Anton followed us into the kitchen and jumped onto my lap in a single bound, his tail waging like crazy as he nuzzled me.

  "Looks like he has really taken to you," Maya said, trying not to laugh.

  "The feeling is mutual," I said, scratching Anton behind the ear, like I had seen Reece do. "Is it okay if he stays there? He won't distract you?"

  "Oh, no, it's fine," I said, getting out my laptop. “I’m used to my little buddy by now.”

  "Well, someone came prepared,” Maya noted, nodding her head in the direction of my laptop.

  "I do my best," I said.

  Just then, Reece came in. I looked away quickly so I wouldn't be tempted to take a look at his ass as he went to the fridge.

  He clearly had six-pack abs and I could only imagine what the rest of his body was like. Especially his cock.