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Little Ball of Fire

By: wikk



I wasn't so excited when my friends started trying to hook me up with their own after my last breakup. It was awkward, to be honest. They meant well, but usually things just... Didn't quite work out. You'd think San Francisco would be the easiest place in the world to find someone for your tastes. It's a melting pot, and no, everyone's not gay. Let's be honest while we're at it—there are a lot of absolutely drop dead gorgeous women here. I wouldn't stretch to call myself a skirt chaser, but if I was, I'd be in heaven, especially in hot days when gorgeous women come out in force, in dresses of all types and colors. More about that later, though.

I wasn't expecting much when Sarah, a college friend of mine from Berkeley said she had a friend who was in the same boat as I was: Open, but looking.

"Kelly is totally adorable," Sarah vouched. "She's from Berkeley, but you'll like her, I promise."

So, she was Berkeleyian. That was the term I decided on, long ago, though, someone else has to have thought of it before. People from Berkeley are something of a different breed, when I think about 'em. There's always something that's the least bit strange about them.

"So... Should I set up a date?" she asked.

"Sure," I responded. The deal was struck.

We were set up to meet at Dolores Park. I've always loved Dolores Park, because it was something of an anomaly. It spans a couple square blocks and is situated on a bit of hill. You can see downtown and a bit beyond if you look that direction. It's usually populated by hipsters from the Mission district, and parkgoers from the Castro. It's also usually warm there, at the park. San Francisco is cold city if you didn't know. The fog can get bone-chillingly cold, but it never seems to hang around the Mission district too long. Today, the entire city was warm, and Dolores Park was twice as such. It was sweltering today. 

The plan was the same as most other people in the park—Bring beer and weed to last a few hours, and relax the day away. I'd done it by myself quite a bit, so even if the date went sour, at least I'd have company for a bit. The park never did much for my hormones, to be honest. Since it's usually so warm, women turn out in droves, oftentimes in dresses and skirts. Bikinis and the occasional topless sunbather weren't oddities, either.

We met around 12, my back was to her when she walked up, and she gave my shoulder a light squeeze when she arrived.

"Mike?" She asked.

I nodded, she smiled. "I'm Kelly,"

I held out my hand to shake. She batted it away playfully, and hugged me. She was shorter than I was, at 5'1" maybe, and I stood at 6'2. I looked her over after the hug, behind reflective sunglasses. She was my fantasy. Every inch of her was gorgeous—she had milky white skin, without a blemish to be seen. Her hair was cut very specifically, she had a city-chic thing going on, don't ask me, I'm not keyed into fashion, so I really couldn't name a style. Her brown bangs stopped just above her eyebrows and the rest of her hair stopped at her shoulders, sheered completely straight. It gave her a bit of an exotic look, though, it's not a rare hairstyle in the city. She had a gorgeous summer-type dress, a deep reddish color, with spaghetti straps over her shoulders. Her fingernails and toenails seemed carefully groomed, and polished with a deep red. Her lipstick was the same color. Can't forget her eyes. They were green, but piercing. It was a bit of that creepy kind of piercing, where it seems like she could see into your thoughts. If this ended badly, I would definitely be masturbating tonight.

We found a nice spot under the sun and began to talk about this and that. We actually had quite a bit in common. She didn't seem like the type, but she loved comic books and that kind of art in general. She worked for an art supply store in Berkeley. It was really casual, unlike all of the other dates I'd been on. Usually, it was dinner, or movies, or awkward conversation, ending a handshake-- oh the handshake-- a brief hug, or, on one occasion the fastest kiss on the cheek in the world. This wasn't anything like that, though. Here we were, at the park, in the sun, halfway through a six pack of beer and a couple of bowls. She was lying on her back, using my stomach as a pillow while we talked. It got to the point where we eventually ran out of things to talk about, but the silence wasn't awkward. We broke it with humorous small talk every so often, but we were both content to lie in the grass. Okay, maybe Sarah was right. 

In one of our silences, Kelly attacked. Her hands shot up over her head, and she began tickling me. I tried to fight off fits of giggles at first, but she was good. We started to wrestle a bit, and she climbed on top of me, straddling my lap as she continued her onslaught. Her dress was big enough to be splayed around her.

"Well, looks like you're having fun," I teased when she stopped.

She smiled and leaned down, giving me a quick peck on the lips, grinning afterward. Everything about this girl, even the peck on the lips aroused me, but I somehow managed to keep an erection at bay. It was already hot, but I could feel the warmth of her pussy on my pelvis. She stood up, finally, and pulled me up by the hand.

"Hungry?" She asked. I could go for food by now.

"Sure," I replied. "Where to?'

"I dunno," she replied.

"Well, there's tons of Mexican food around, if you want."

"Mmmmm... Not in the mood for Mexican."

"Well... Fuck."

"I kinda want vegetarian pizza."

"Sure."

We gathered our stuff and began to wander the blocks around the park. Somehow, all of the places we hit were out. We settled on oven-bake pizza and decided to go back to my house. I was only a couple of blocks from the park, and the BART station she'd have to take to get home.

If this was a date, I didn't know what to call those other trysts my friends sent me on. We held hands, we laughed, and she occasionally planted soft pecks on my lips, each time having to rise on the tips of her toes to reach them. 

"Give me a piggyback ride?" She asked, as we left the store. I couldn't help but laugh, but, hey, how could I say no? She was light, and not much of a burden at all once she settled in. Again, though, I had to fight a powerful erection as I felt the warmth between her legs grinding just a bit on my spine, every step of the way. She let out a contented sigh, though, long and drawn out as it was, it could have been a pleasurable groan, in retrospect. 

I let her down when we reached my door, to unlock it. She went in first. Good thing I cleaned my room a couple of days ago. Then, as the cliché goes, the unexpected happened. She whirled around and kissed me. This wasn't a peck in the slightest. I'd barely closed the door before she pushed me back into it, a smile on her lips as they met mine. She was already softly moaning as her tongue explored my mouth, her hands both on my cheeks, pulling me closer as though I could be sucked in. She broke the kiss briefly, I'm sure, only to look at me hungrily before attacking again. The girl had ferocity. My erection sprang to life almost immediately. It was angled down my pantsleg, but she felt it the moment it began to twitch. Her reply was devious giggles between kisses. Then, just as quickly and shockingly as it started, it stopped, and she was digging through the grocery bags for the pizza we bought. Do I even need to say I was absolutely astounded? I stood there; I don't remember what I was thinking, until she came back out, having put the pizza in the oven.

She grabbed my hand, pulled me toward my couch, and turned around, letting herself fall onto it, still holding my hand. Of course, I fell on her. As soon as our bodies contacted, her lips went to my neck. It had begun again. I was in heaven. She sucked, nibbled, and kissed my neck so expertly that I couldn't even manage to stammer. I did the same every opportunity I got, but she was largely on the offensive. It lasted the 20 minutes it took for the pizza to cook. Again, she just got up went about business as though nothing had happened. I figured I'd be best off doing the same. 

It was remarkably comfortable spending time with her, despite the exponentially building sexual tension. She finished eating first, and sat against the arm of the couch, putting her legs up on my thighs. We talked a bit more, and soon I was done with mine as well. We had the last couple of beers in the pack, and finished the weed we'd brought to the park with us. There was more in my room if we wanted.

After a bit, she made a lazy stretch, and swung her leg, the one closer to my body, over my head, onto the head of the couch. Her other leg stayed put. Her grin was back, devious and chesire. She began to hike her dress up her legs, until she exposed her thong-clad crotch. The smell of her was intoxicating now, sweet from her perfume, musky from her exposed, though clothed mound. One of her of her hands travelled down the length of her leg, to her warm, wet sex. I was speechless, but finally managed to squeak, "Do you want me to..."

She bit her lip and shook her head. She was putting on a show. She slid the cloth covering her vulnerable, shaved, swollen pussy over to the side and spread its lips wide. Man... She was wet. She rubbed the whole of her sex, as she became even more wet. She smeared her own natural all over her pink, wet lips, they were slick and glistening. She began to use fingers, one at first, then two. I could hear every move they made was such clarity that my cock was rock hard. She had a very quick orgasm. It couldn't have been more than a minute or two, when she doubled in on herself and let out a loud groan. Her legs shot closed--Yes, she did end up kicking me in the head, but it wasn't all that hard-- as she convulsed and rocked for the next few moments. Feet together now, she opened her knees, exposing her pussy once again, which now clearly glistened in the light coming from the window. Her skin had a surreal glow to it as well, in the amber light of the setting sun, and wake of her orgasm. 

"Come here," she said, beckoning with a finger, sitting up. She met me halfway, and our lips met again, one of her hands on my face. Her hand was trailing down my chest and over my stomach. She had me unzipped and out before I even noticed. 

My cock was throbbing in her hands. They were delicate, but very warm, still damp from assaulting her vagina. She stroked slowly, very, very slowly, from the base of the shaft to the tip of the head, using her own juices and my precum as lubricant. Her musk was strong, and intoxicating. Still stroking, she broke the kiss, and went again for my neck, then, down my stomach.

"Close your eyes," she said, in a whisper. I did. She kissed the head of my cock and adjusted her seating arrangement on the floor in front of me. She kissed again. She gave a lick, just the slightest probe of her tongue, which grew in its aggression. Soon, she was lapping at my cock, moaning as she did. I couldn't see, but I could feel the whole thing was covered in saliva. She went down, taking most of the length into her mouth. She was slow, almost calculated in what she did. I could hear her fingers in her pussy again, the sound was unmistakable. Her tongue danced around any place it could, tasting everything. She moaned in delight, and I did too, almost as though it was a cue. She came up off my cock.

"Look at me," she said, almost demanding. I did. Her green eyes were looking right back as her lips closed over my engorged cock again. All of the buttons of the front of her dress were undone, and she wore no bra. Aside from her back, she was completely exposed. While she sucked, she stroked my cock with one hand, while her free hand went between her gorgeous, perky breasts, and her pussy, which, by this point was practically dripping. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm, her areolas probably perfect circles, encircling perfect-sized nipples. It was like she was cut to be perfect. Well, for me at least. Finally, she went all the way down. She'd been working up to it, and now achieved her goal. I was in absolute euphoria. My orgasm began. I'd never had one like this before. I let out a loud moan, and she sucked harder. There a good few second delay between the feeling washing over me, and the first cumshot, followed by four more, which had to be the same size. She even stuck out her tongue to show me she swallowed every last drop.

She sat up next to me, her breathing finally regulating, as was mine. She buttoned her dress and straightened her hair. She was damned good at going on as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. It was Eight o' Clock by now, and her time to gp. She made plans with some girlfriends of her's in Berkeley in about an hour. 

I walked her to the BART station, and we said our goodbyes.

"I had a lot of fun," She said, smiling brightly.

"Me too," I responded, giving her hand a squeeze. 

"So, we're going to meet again, right?"

"Of course!"

She smiled, "I have a secret for you," she said, placing her hands on my shoulders, to bring me down.

"I'm a virgin," she said, giving my ear lick before she went through the turnstile, innocently waving after another quick peck on the lips.

Little Ball of Fire Ch. 02



Two days ago, I had the best experience of my life, all thanks to my dear college friend Sarah. We hadn't hung out in a few days, so I figured it would be a good time to pay a visit. I headed to her place, we had the usual plan—Weed, music, and shooting the shit for the night. We weren't ever involved—she had a boyfriend the whole time I've known her, and she started to become a bit of a sister figure. 

I knew the gate code for her apartment, so I let myself in, as I had many a time before. I took the elevator up, and stumbled onto a fight. 

"Fuck you!" yelled Sarah, just outside her door, tears streaming from her eyes. Her boyfriend—the douche—was walking down the hallway.

"Fuck you too!" he yelled, just as loud. 

"Fuck you!" she yelled again, this time, even louder. A couple of people poked heads out of their doors to see what was going on. Her boyfriend, probably ex by now, simply flipped her off, and slammed into me as he passed, for good measure. We never did like each other. I shrugged, didn't feel like getting into it with a scene already going down, so I just continued down to hall to my friend, who by now had sunk onto the floor, sobbing. I stooped down and put her arm around my shoulder, and ushered her back inside to her apartment. 

Her brown hair was a mess, and her matching eyes were red from crying. She had a gorgeous tan and beautiful full lips. Her makeup was running from the tears. I have to admit, though, even if you painted her in that moment, she'd still be beautiful. 

She continued to sob. And sob. She bawled a bit too. I tossed my backpack to her when she finally took her face out of her hands. She knew where to find my pipe and weed. She put it on the table and sheepishly indicated a joint on the table.

"Smoke," I said, with a smile. "You need it. Wanna talk about it?" I said, moving into the kitchen. A portion of the wall was cut out into something of a frame, so we could continue the conversation as I fished her refrigerator for beer. I pulled out four bottles and returned to the table, opening two. She took a deep drag and sighed, lying down on the couch. I pulled a chair up, and we talked, just casually, nothing heavy. Her good mood finally came back after about three hours, four beers, and however many bowls and joints we managed to smoke in that time.

"So, how was it?" She asked. I'd transitioned to the couch when she sat up a while back.

I could only smile in response. Her face brightened to.

"Yeah? Good?"

"Very. We're going to meet up again."

"Mike! That's great!" She was beaming now. "So, what'd you guys do?"

"Met up Dolores, did the usual stuff there and headed back to my place for pizza."

She gave me a furtive glance.

"She wanted veggie pizza," I shrugged. "We had to bake it, though."

She nodded. "Romantic," she said, with a slight dramatic roll of her eyes. All in fun, though, she was still smiling.

"So... Who's idea was it to go to your place?" she said, now mischevious.

"We had to bake the pizza somehow."

"M-hm." She wasn't impressed. She wanted more story. "And what else did you do?"

"Smoked, drank, ate."

"Ugh, come on Mike! It's killing me, I've been trying for two days to get a story out of her, and she keeps telling me to ask you!"

I blushed a bit. Well, we were both adults, it wasn't like she'd be too shocked.

"Errr... She's a fiery girl," I said, trying to take the high road. 

She got a mischevious gleam in her eye. The teasing begun.

"She work the shaft?" She couldn't finish saying it before giggling. "Jump on the pogo stick, hmm?"

I burst into a gigglefit myself, high, and on the road to drunkenness.

"Jazz the glass? Shoot the pearl?"

"Is that surfing?"

"Plant the seed? Ride the racecar?"

"Racecar? What the fuck, Sarah?" 

We both lost it. Neither of us regained composure for at least ten minutes, tears streaming down both of our faces, sides splitting.

"We didn't... Have sex."

"No?"

"Not an inch of penetration."

"Bullshit!"

"She's a virgin, unless she's lying."

"So... You haven't touched her?"

"Well, kinda."

"Finger her?"

"No."

"Touch her tits?"

I shrugged.

"Ass?"

Again, shrugged.

"No. Well, we held hands?"

"Aww, how adorable," she said, taking a drink from her beer.

"Well, she did suck my cock, though."

She almost spit out her beer, but choked it down.

"Spill. I want all the details."

So I gave them to her. Every single raunchy detail. Even she was blushing after, and had changed positions a few times throughout the story.

"Wow," she said, almost in a whisper.

"Shit, well, I need to get to BART," I said, hearing a bus go by. 

"No you don't," she said, pointing at the clock. It was 1:30 AM. Bart stopped around 12.

"Oh, fuck," I grumbled.

"You can stay here, you know. It's not like I have a boyfriend to complain," she said, obviously still sour.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Bed time?" She said, standing. I got comfortable on the couch.

"Sure," I said, smiling. She did some quick organizing around the apartment before bidding goodnight and going into her room. I wasn't going to be asleep for a while. I packed another bowl and relaxed on the couch. Halfway through, Sarah came out.

"Hey Mike?"

"What's up? Am I being too noisy?"

"No, no... I was just wondering. Would you be comfortable sleeping in here with me? It's nice to have someone on the other side of the bed, you know?" 

She and her ex had been together for a couple years. I kinda knew what she meant.

"Yeah, sure," I said, rising. 

I walked into her room, and she was already in bed, though she was wearing a sweater. Her place got cold at night.

"Could you take your pants off? I mean, would you be okay with that?"

"What?"

"It just helps keep the sheets clean," she said.

She was a bit of neat freak. Remember what I said about Berkeleyians? Strange.

"I guess," I said. It was dark after all, and I was wearing boxers. I took of my pants and laid them next to the bed, and sat down under the covers, taking another hit. I passed it to her.

"You know," I started. "I feel kinda like an old man."

She blew smoke. "An old man?"

"I'm sitting up, smoking, in my boxers and socks. You should be knitting and maybe wearing a nightgown or something. With blue hair."

"I'm not even blonde!"

We shared a laugh, the slid deeper under the covers, weed taking effect, and fatigue of the day setting in.

"Was she really good?" Asked Sarah.

"Hunh?" I grunted.

"Was she good when blew you?"

"Ummm... Yeah er... Yeah, I guess"

"Hmmm. Wow, though, I'm surprised she's a virgin... How're you gonna handle that?"

"What do you mean?"

"How many people have you had sex with?"

"What?"

"Just answer," she said, her voice was casual. Disarming.

"Umm. 2?"

"Really?" she sat back up.

"Oh, boy."

"No, it's okay, just... How many times?"

"I'm not sure right now, but somewhere between 3 and 5?"

Well, she wasn't giggling. It did sound pathetic hearing it, though. That, with the weed, made the next few moments feel like an eternity.

"Mike?"

"Huh?"

"Come closer?"

She started to lie down again. I slide further into the bed.

"Cuddle? Please?"

I slid in a little closer and put my arm around her. She nestled in and relaxed.

"I guess you're gonna miss cuddling with him?"

"We never did."

"Oh.. I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

Another silence filled the room.

"So, when you did have sex... How was it?"

I thought about it. That was my first mistake. My cock began to slowly writhe to life. I pulled away from her a bit, still with my arm around her. She pushed back, pressing herself into me.

"Ehh... I enjoyed it... It was always kinda rushed. We never had a place to do it then," I said, chuckling.

Sarah giggled and shifted again. Once again, she was pressed against him. She still smelled like candy from perfume she'd put on hours ago. She kept moving, trying to get comfortable. I managed to break away long enough to—And very slickly, might I add—Pull my cock up to the waistband, so I wouldn't be jabbing her in the back. That was my second mistake. When she finally settled, my cock was nestled right between her ass cheeks. She did a lot of yoga, and trust me, I could tell. She pressed into me hard, with all of her body, but her butt made its own special movements. She was grinding now, up and down, slowly, on my cock. Somehow, I managed to tear myself away from her. 

"Um... What about Kelly?"

Sarah turned around. 

"How many times have you seen her?"

"Err. One?"

She giggled softly. "You should probably get a couple more dates under your belt before you declare yourself off-limits. You're not 'going steady' yet, Mike." she said, coming in closer, her hand was moving up and down the side of my body. She reached for the hole in my boxers and pulled my throbbing cock out. She reached over to her nightstand and opened some scented lotion and started working my cock. It wasn't a full-on handjob, it was like gentle stimulation. It was euphoric. 

"What do you like?" She asked.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Damn, her hands were good.

"What really gets you off?"

"Ummm... I... I dunno."

"What were you gonna tell Kelly if she asked?"

Her hand never stopped moving. She could have asked me to sign my life over to her and I'd have said yes.

"I... Dunno."

"Well, we should find out, huh?"

Her fisted hand was at the top of my cock, her thumb spreading precum all over my pulsing head. She began to kiss my neck, and slowly made her way down to my chest. I'd never had a girl suck on my nipples before, but damn, it was good. I groaned as her intensity increased, the bed was getting warmer. She pulled back, only to take off the sweater. Underneath she was wearing a dark bra that barely covered her full breasts. With the illumination from the streetlights outside, he could see the tops of her pale pink nipples just barely peeped over the bra. Soon, her hands were back to my cock, still not a full handjob, just very, very amazing stimulation. She turned around, her back facing me now, she rubbed her butt against my cock. I didn't think she was wearing underwear at all until I felt the material of her thong, right in the middle. She rustled a bit, pulled them to the side. She was wet, and I mean really wet when she put my cock between her legs and began to hump, sliding her hips forward and back. Sure, I wasn't inside her, but her soft thighs, the heat and wetness of her pussy were too much, not to mention I was on the edge from her hands.

"I'm going to cum," I said, softly, as I could feel the orgasm approaching. She opened her legs, and angled herself a little differently. As soon as I felt her hot pussy lips surrounding my cock, it was the end. I came, right there. Despite that, she still impaled herself further on my cock. She moaned softly, reaching back to massage my balls just after I'd unloaded everything I had inside of her. She slowly slid off and stood up, hand under her pussy, headed to her bathroom. I'm sure she was bound to be leaking. She came back a few minutes later, and slid back into bed.

She was a mind reader, I was dead tired after that. The next day would be a bitch.