19 comments/ 113924 views/ 36 favorites Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 01 By: Submissioness This is a re-submission. A few things have been adjusted as to better communicate the story. A very special thanks to my editor, Alwaysupforu2004. He has helped me to see my story through my audiences' eyes. This is my first story to post on Literotica. I enjoy probing the minds of my characters to add a second dimension to my writing. In this story, the italicized sentences or phrases are thoughts. Also, this story is written in two perspectives. It starts off being in the perspective of the young woman. The story will continue in the young man's perspective about three quarters of the way through. I thought this added a whole new way of getting to know the story's characters without being omniscient. Enjoy! Please, don't forget to vote at the end and leave any comments that you have! Thanks so much!! **********Chelsea's POV************* Man he's gorgeous, she thought to herself as she peered across the mail room hoping she didn't get caught. They graduated from the same high school last spring, in the same class of 580-something. But she knew he had no idea. But she knew. Everyone knew Brent Hawkins. Even if you didn't go to any of the Baseball, football or basketball games. Jock, whore, asshole, she thought resentfully. She assumed he was an asshole, anyway. She knew he was a jock and was pretty sure he was a whore. Every weekend she could hear him watching porno flicks next door. Yeah, she lived right next door to this gorgeous man slut for two months and had he even noticed? Or said, "Welcome?" Or brought over a pie? Of course not. She almost laughed aloud at the thought of Brent Hawkins leading the welcoming party in the Westwood Apartment building. Oh shit. He was coming her way. He half-smiled as he walked past her carrying his mail. She looked down at her own mail. Just some ads and a birthday card from her grandmother that was two days early. As usual. "Happy Birthday," she heard. Is someone talking to me? "What?" Chelsea was stunned. "It's your birthday, isn't it?" She just stared back. "Looks like a birthday card," he said looking down at the big purple envelope. "Oh, no. It's actually Saturday. And thanks." She blushed, hardly every making eye contact. "Chelsea, right?" "Yeah, how did you know?" "You went to Broadmore, didn't you?" "Yeah!" He remembers me! "Yeah, you were the chick that got caught T. P.ing the cheerleader's locker room during the Homecoming pep rally." Oh. Of course he would have to know her because of that. "Yeah, and I also live right next door to you," she said trying to change the subject. "You do?" he exclaimed, obviously genuinely surprised. Talk about a major blow to your self-esteem. "Um, yeah, 8B," she said. What a pig. She'd been here for two months and he didn't even notice?! "I didn't notice," he said with a chuckle. She really shouldn't be surprised. "Anyway, welcome to the building. See ya around." He started jogging up the stairs before turning back and adding, "And if I don't see ya Saturday, happy birthday." "Oh, thanks," she called after him. As soon as he was out of sight, she jumped up and down in place with excitement. "Oh, my gosh," she exclaimed quietly to herself. He is so hot! He is so sexy! His is so nice; somehow. Suddenly she calmed herself down when she realized that just because he said 'happy birthday' to her didn't mean that she had any more of a chance with him than she did before he had given her the time of day. What did she care anyway? He wasn't her type! Sure, he is the hottest guy she'd ever seen but he's a jock and she hated sports. And he was a whore. Probably. Thoughts of him banging some slut cheerleader flooded her imagination. She could see the sweat on his beautiful brow as he worked with such commitment to his task. His craft, most likely. Imagining him in a sexual tryst made her tremble. Why did she feel this way? Chelsea made her way back to her apartment, making sure to give Brent plenty of time to get in his own apartment. She threw the mail on her bedside table and flopped down on her soft red comforter covered bed. She couldn't get the thought of him grinding and slamming into some faceless girl out of her mind. It was making her hot. He probably know everything about pleasing a girl. Before she knew it she was rubbing her chest through her fitted tee. She wished it was Saturday so she could hear Brent's porno. Then, the thought of him masturbating crossed her mind and she closed her eyes and smiled. Does he do it naked? Does he do it fast or slow? Does he use a toy? Gosh, do they even make toys for guys? She slid her hand up her shirt and under her bra. Chelsea loved tweaking and teasing her nipples which were now rock hard. That was her masturbation. She didn't understand enough about her own sex organ but she did know that she loved her C cups. The clock read 11:20 pm. She had to work at the seed store at 8 on Fridays and decided she'd better get some rest. As the darkness overcame her, thoughts of Brent flickered through her mind. ******************************************************************************* "Chelsea, stop squirming." His voice was harsher than she thought it should be considering the circumstances. "But it hurts!" she exclaimed as she tried to push him away. Chelsea lay on her back, buck-naked, pleading with Brent who was pushing his hardness into her as his body lay on top of hers. He was too strong and held her down. "Don't you want me to teach you anything?" he said sharply. "I thought you were ready to loose your virginity, Chelsea." "I am. I love you, Brent." "Love?" Brent laughed as he drew away from her. Now he was fully dressed and she heard voices. Female. Laughter. She looked around. She was laying on her back on a bench in the vandalized cheerleader locker room. The entire squad pointed and laughed making jokes. "But she loves you, Brent!" one of them cracked. ''She's so wet she is dripping on the floor. Gross!" ***************************** What a pleasant sound, her alarm. Seven o'clock had never been so welcomed into her bedroom. Why had she dreamt those terrible things? She had no desire for Brent Hawkins to be the one to deflower her. Well, maybe not 'no desire.' It didn't matter. She needed to get him off her mind fast. Why had he become such a presence in her mind now? She didn't care at all in high school. She had never given him a second thought before they talked. Ah, that was it, she knew. They had talked. Now she actually has made contact. And enjoyed it. Enjoyed him. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Yeah, she could see herself with him. What? Come on! Stop it, Chelsea. Get a grip, Brent would never be interested. You're not into sports, makeup, or sleeping around. Chelsea never thought herself to be beautiful. She was cute for sure, even without the war paint as she called it. Healthy build and average height. She liked having meat on her bones. The sight of ribs on a girl made her nauseous. And knowing that that fits into modern society's definition of beauty only pissed her off. Yeah, that's why she vandalized the locker room. Locking the door behind her, she turned, astonished and embarrassed at the sight of Brent standing feet from her. His cute curly blond hair wet. Sweat pouring from his brow and cascading down either side of his shirt. He stood there breathing heavily and heavenly. She couldn't help but pass her eyes over his firm body. "Hey," he said as he panted with his hands clenching his hips. "What are you doing?" She didn't know what else to say. She was still alarmed. "Morning run. Feels great," he managed to get out between his heavy pants. "You should try it." Her brow furrowed and her jaw dropped in disgust at the way he had insulted her. I'm right! He is an asshole! "Whoa, girl. I mean, you should run sometime. It's good for your heart, helps you clear your mind," he stated trying to ease the tension. How embarrassing. Surely she was blushing now. "Oh, sorry. Of course that's what you meant. But I don't know. It's kind of boring to me," she said trying to regain some sort of composure in the conversation. "Wouldn't be boring if I was there. Or is that what would make it so boring?" He chuckled. "Oh, no! No, I didn't mean, I mean, I didn't know you were talking about..." "I usually leave at around 7. Anytime you want to join me, you're welcome to. Are you kidding me? "Alright, thanks. Sounds good." Brent walked past her without saying another word and slipped the key into his door unlocking it. "Oh, and if I don't see you tomorrow, happy birthday." He flung his shirt off in one swift motion revealing his gorgeously toned body. Not too muscular, but just how she liked it. "Thanks," she managed to say before he closed to door behind him. ****************************** She wasn't sure why she set her alarm so early. Six am interrupted her slumber as annoyingly as she had imagined that it would. Ah, but remembering why she was up so early on a Saturday morning woke her from her haze. Brent. Run. Body. Such a sexy body. She had to see it again. She showered and shaved her legs and everything. She donned her gym clothes from her senior gym class. Not too nerdy but it was all she had. Chelsea looked at herself in the mirror. Straight, jet black hair pulled back in a pony tail. Amazing green eyes that she got from her mother. She wasn't entirely happy with her round face. She thought it made her look younger than she was. She was ready. She decided to wait until 6:55 to go into the hallway. No Brent. She sat and waited at least ten minutes. It wouldn't hurt to knock, right? Either he left early or he's almost ready. Either way, no harm done. Making sure to knock hard enough the first time, she hammered at the door. No answer. What am I doing? Chelsea felt stupid. She probably looked desperate. "I'm out,'' she said under her breath. Just then the door to 8A opened slowly. She froze. "Who is it?" she heard a sleepy grumble. "It's Chelsea. It's 7:10." The door opened for her to find a tall thin guy standing dazed in pajama pants and a wife-beater. "Who?" Startled, she re-focused and said, "I'm here to see Brent." "Oh," he grumbled. "He's in his room. Come on in." Slightly relieved and bewildered, she followed him in. He flew to the couch and got ready to re-enter his sleep. Chelsea crept to the bedroom. The door was half way opened so she walked in. Why was he still asleep? Did she look at her watch wrong? No. Confused, she glanced around the room as if might find the answer to this riddle on plastered on the wall. Books, computer, more books, a desk. Jock, whore (supposedly) and nerd? Her concentration was broken when she heard him stir. The only thing she could think to do was flee. "Chelsea?!" a groggy voice halted her escape. "What are you doing here?" She wasn't sure if she remembered how to speak. Even if she did, what would she say? "What time is it?" he said, looking around. "7:10," she stammered. "And what's going on?" "You invited me to run." Chelsea spoke before she could allow the panic to hinder her again. Brent closed his eyes and threw his head back into his pillow. "Come here," he said. She hesitated but complied. "Today is Saturday?" She nodded and he sat up allowing the thin blanket and sheet to fall to his waist. As hard as she tried not to, she found herself admiring his body again. A quick glance at his lap proved what she'd heard about guys when they first woke up in the morning. There was a significant raise under the covers and she knew she'd just die if he caught her looking. "I stay up late on Saturdays, so Saturday and Sunday I sleep in late. I should have told you. I'm sorry," he said in a half-trance state. "Shit." This is officially the worst day of my life, she thought. I am so stupid! "Damn, you're all dressed and everything." "I'm really sorry," she mumbled as she turned toward the door, her entire body engulfed in humility. "Hang on, wait." His hand clamped around her wrist and he pulled her around as gently as he could. "It's my fault. I'll make it up to you. I feel really bad." She was about to burst into tears and he could probably tell. "Listen, Chelsea, do you have anything going on tonight?" She shook her head no. "Why don't I take you to dinner?" "You don't have to." "I want to. Call it an apology/birthday dinner." She simply stood there, out of body, trying to process the entire situation. "But if you don't want to, that's fine, too," he said, confused as to why she was acting so strange. With that Chelsea snapped back to reality and answered, "Oh, no. That's fine. I'd love to go to dinner with you." No! Don't say it like that, you twit! "I didn't mean, like, I'd love to go to dinner with you. I meant, like, that is a good way to ... whatever." Stop before you make it worse! "Okay, I'm gone," she said quickly, longing for the exit. I am such a fucking idiot, she cursed herself looking down at her dirty tennis shoes and walking out the door of Brent's room. "So, tonight then?" She stopped short, surprised that he was serious. She's practically drooling on his floor and acting like a middle school girl and he acts like he doesn't even notice. "Seriously?" she asked. "It's whatever, dude. If you got a boyfriend that'll get all pissed off, I get it, ya know. It's whatever," he said still sitting up in his bed. "No, it's not that. I was just kinda surprised is all." "And your boyfriend won't care?" "No. Well, I don't have one." "Uh huh. Well, I know where you live. I'll come over later. I'm going back to sleep." Brent talked to her as if they really know each other. And they really don't know each other very well at all. How can he be so confident when she's so nervous? "Okay, later," she said and left without another word. As soon as she closed the door to her bedroom she screamed. She was going to dinner with Brent Hawkins? Her initial reaction was of disbelief and excitement. Eventually, her negative side got its say. So what? He's not your type and you're definitely not his. Just enjoy the free meal and get over it. Chelsea ripped her clothes off and jumped into bed naked. She wanted to touch herself while she thought about her "date" with Brent later. She held her breast in her hands, rubbing the sensitive underside. This felt so good to her. Chelsea imagined Brent touching her here. Ooh... and kissing here there, suckling her tender nipples. Her hands squeezed her breasts. Out of nowhere she felt a pleasant tingle between her legs. Perhaps this would be a good time to explore this sensation. She slid her hand down her soft tummy to her bush. She spread her legs wide and slid a finger between her untrimmed lips. It felt okay. She wasn't sure what the big deal was with masturbation. However, she wasn't ready to give up on it. She circled her fingers around some more finding her hole. It was moist here. Chelsea wet her first two fingers with her juices and spread it over her entire vulva. And again. And again until her whole pussy was covered in her lubricant. This is starting to feel good. What if Brent would touch her like this? The thought sent tiny shock waves through her body starting at her clit. With a probing finger, she found the source of this amazing sensation. She liked this. She rubbed this area for a little while. It was feeling better and better with every stroke, she discovered. Chelsea found herself speeding up, unable to stop, not wanting to move from this one little spot. Squirming and moaning now, she rubbed harder and faster. Am I going to have an orgasm like this? Chelsea pictured Brent making her feel this way. With his hands. Or maybe with his tongue? Imagining the strong and sexy Brent Hawkins with his head between her legs sent her over the edge into her first orgasm. Her entire body stiffened as she caught her breath. She rode through it bucking her hips and clenching her hand between her legs. She rubbed it a little bit more but found it way too sensitive now. Wow, she was sweating. It was time for another shower but this time she was going to take care of all this hair surrounding her newly discovered play thing. So, that's what masturbation is all about! What took me so long to try this? She giggled as she headed to her bathroom. She stayed home all day obsessing about the evening ahead of her. Where would they go? What should she wear? When was he coming over? What do they talk about? Don't make a fool of yourself! She couldn't leave in case he came by. Knots began to form in her stomach. She obsessed until she made herself sick. Then she decided she should eat a little bit since she had forgotten to all day. ***************************** "Dude, you don't have anybody to screw tonight, man!" What the hell? The voice came from the hall just beyond her front door. She ran over and peered through the peep hole. There stood Brent and his friend, the tall lanky guy, talking in the hall. "You've gotten laid every Saturday night since like, February or some shit." Oh my god, that wasn't a porno, it was him! "Dude, shut up. I had to break up with her. I'm tired of just seeing her on the weekend. It's bull shit. Not worth it." "No pussy tonight, bro," Clay said. "You don't know that, dude." "You goin' to the club after your little fling with that weird girl?" "I might and so what if she's weird? I think she's cute." "Bro, seriously?" "Yeah, seriously. She is cute. Anyway, don't worry about my dick. When the hell's the last time you got laid?" "I'm waiting for the pretty ones, man," he teased, laughing proudly at his low blow. "Dude, man, she'd fuckin' cute as hell. And maybe she has a brain. And I didn't ever say I'd fuck her anyway," Brent exclaimed. "She is fatter than Danica, man," the tall guy said. "Clay, the fucking skeleton in Ms. Hendley's bio class was fatter than Danica," Brent scoffed. So, I'm cute and fat? I'm cute?! I'm fat?! She wasn't sure if she should be happy or devastated hearing this. "Aren't you going to go talk to her?" "Danica?" "No, the weirdo." "Yeah, in a few minutes." "Where you gonna take her?" "Hell, I hadn't really thought about it since I woke up; the second time." "Dude, when she opened the door, I almost told her she had the wrong apartment," he said laughing. "Clay, man." "She wasn't even wearing make-up." "And? Maybe she's confident enough that she doesn't think she has to." "She should look into it, that's all I'm saying." "Girls don't have to look like a $5 hooker to be pretty, dude." "I like hookers," Clay joked. "Yeah, just like your dad liked your mom," Brent added cleverly. "You suck!" Clay exclaimed. "Just nipples and clits, dude," Brent retorted making Chelsea smile. "Whatever. I think you're phone's ringing." ******************************* Twenty minutes later a knock came on her door. It was Brent. She opened the door enough to stick her head out. (He could see her "cute" face but not her "fat" body.) "Hi." "Hey, Chelsea, there's kinda been a change of plans for tonight. I was wanting to take you to get some Chinese or but my dad called and wanted me to meet him for dinner tonight at 7:30 at Juliard's." Figures. I obsessed and made myself sick for nothing, she thought. Juliard's is a really nice place, no wonder he chose to go with his dad. "So, you have a dress you can wear, right?" "What's that?" she asked with two raised eyebrows. "It's a really nice joint. The ladies usually wear a dress," he explained. "I can get him to cancel if you don't, and we'll just go somewhere a bit more chill." Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 01.5 I suggest reading the original Chelsea's 18th Birthday before reading this one. This is Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 1.5. It's Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 1 except the designated points of view have been reversed. Where in Ch. 1 it was only Chelsea's POV, it is now Brent's POV and vise-versa. Thanks to my self proclaimed "#1 fan" I've decided to go ahead and write this story. Whoever you are, please email me so I know who you are. This is dedicated to you because if you hadn't asked me to write this I wouldn't have. (You know who you are-you're the only one who gave me feedback on the Ch. 1.5 idea!) Thanks to hkf999 for editing this piece. *~~~~~ *Brent's POV*~~~~~* She's totally checking me out. Brent gathered his mail from the mailbox and sorted through it. That's Chelsea from school. She's actually kinda cute. When did she move to Westwood Apartments? They graduated from the same high school last spring, in the same class of 580-something. Everyone knew who he was. He was more of the popular jock type with a reputation of having no problems getting the girls, even if they did go to other schools. She probably thought he was an asshole because he had a very select group of friends and never really talked to her or anyone she knew. It seemed that everyone made assumptions about him that were usually not true. He wasn't an asshole. And he felt like he needed to prove it. Brent locked his mail box again and started heading her way. Chelsea suddenly seemed overly focused on the 3 pieces of mail she held as if trying to hide the fact that she was focused on him. He half-smiled as he waked past her carrying his mail. It was completely obvious that she was intimidated by him. Even though he couldn't figure it out, Brent was used to girls feeling this way around him and he thought it was fun to watch them squirm when he talked to them. "Happy Birthday," he said. As he anticipated, she gave a start when he spoke to her. "What?" she stammered. "It's your birthday, isn't it?" She just stared back with him. "Looks like a birthday card," he said looking down at the big purple envelope. "Oh, no. It's actually Saturday. And thanks." She blushed, hardly even making eye contact. Her nervous reactions were stroking his ego and he was loving it immensely. "Chelsea, right?" "Yeah, how did you know?" "You went to Broadmore, didn't you?" "Yeah!" She sounded surprised that he remembered her. "Yeah, you were the chick that got caught T. P.ing the cheerleader's locker room during the Homecoming pep rally." "Yeah, and I also live right next door to you," she said obviously embarrassed and trying to change the subject. "You do?" Brent exclaimed, genuinely surprised. "Um, yeah, 8B," she said. She seemed hurt that he didn't know that. "I didn't notice," he said with a chuckle. "Anyway, welcome to the building. See ya around." Brent started jogging up the stairs before turning back and adding," And if I don't see ya Saturday, happy birthday." He wasn't flirting, he just didn't want his new neighbor to think he was a jerk. At least, that's what he told himself. "Oh, thanks," she called after him. Brent walked all the way back to his apartment grinning from ear to ear. This will be fun. *~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~* Brent jogged up the stairs at 7:30 the next morning and found Chelsea locking her apartment door. A mischievous smile graced his face. When she saw him she looked astonished and embarrassed at the sight of him standing there with his curly blond hair all wet. Sweat poured from his brow and cascaded down either side of his shirt. He stood there breathing heavily. He noticed her passing her eyes over his firm body. "Hey," Brent said as he panted with his hands clenching his hips. "What are you doing?" she said sounding a bit alarmed and confused. "Morning run. Feels great," he managed to get out between his heavy pants. "You should try it." Her brow furrowed and her jaw dropped in disgust. Just then he realized how it might have sounded to her. "Whoa, girl. I mean, you should run sometime. It's good for your heart, helps you clear your mind," he stated trying to ease the tension. Chelsea was blushing like crazy and he was really beginning to enjoy it. "Oh, sorry. Of course that's what you meant. But I don't know. It's kind of boring to me," she said. "Wouldn't be boring if I was there. Or is that what would make I so boring?" He chuckled. "Oh, no! No, I didn't mean, I mean, I didn't know you were talking about..." "I usually leave at around 7. Anytime you want to join me, you're welcome to." He figured he'd give her a break from the teasing. She was seeming really uneasy and didn't want to push her away. "Alright, thanks. Sounds good." Brent walked past her without saying another word and slipped the key into his door unlocking it. "Oh, and if I don't see you tomorrow, happy birthday." He flung his shirt off in one swift motion revealing his gorgeously toned body. Not too muscular, but just how he liked it. She was totally caught off guard and he could tell she was struggling not to stare. "Thanks," she managed to say before he closed the door behind him. Brent smiled to himself as he headed toward the shower. What a strange chic. Totally adorable, but strange. Brent stepped into the shower and began to soap himself up allowing the water to rain upon his shoulders. Thoughts of Chelsea coursed through his brain. Now that he was newly single, should he ask Chelsea out? He got really turned on by shy girls and was over all these high maintenance, self-indulgent divas he was used to dating. Chelsea would be a refreshing change. She's totally not even my type. It's so weird that a girl who would vandalize a locker room would be so reserved. She intrigued him. She was different and mysterious. He couldn't help but be attracted to her; simply talking to her excited him to the point that his body reacted. Just thinking about her made him smile. She probably won't go for a guy like me. She'll think I'm just trying to get in her pants. He laughed softly out loud. And I fully intend to. It'll just take a little more time than normal. When Brent finally snapped out of his daydreaming, he found that he was idly stroking himself. The soap lather covered his cock that had grown significantly since he'd gotten into the shower only minutes before. Brent increased his pace and stroked longer, gliding his nimble fingers over the head and back down his shaft. Soon he was pumping his hand eagerly and he couldn't keep the thought of Chelsea out of his mind: her shy green eyes, her soft black curls, the way she seemed to resent that she liked him. With a solitary and sensual groan, Brent's body tensed and an orgasm consumed him. *~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~* At around 7 the next morning Brent woke at the sound of knocking. He saw his best friend Clay, who had slept on the couch the night before, walk past his bedroom door toward the front door. He couldn't make out the voices so he dozed back off into sleep. He woke again suddenly and saw the dark haired girl standing in his room. She looked bewildered and turned to walk away. "Chelsea?!" His groggy voice halted her escape. "What are you doing here? What time is it?" he said looking around. "7:10," she stammered. "And what's going on?" He was struggling to wake up and comprehend. "You invited me to run." Chelsea choked out. She seemed almost terrified. Brent closed his eyes and threw his head back into his pillow. "Come here," he said. She hesitated but walked over and stood by the bed. "Today is Saturday?" She nodded and he sat up allowing the thin blanket and sheet to fall to his thighs. He was completely aware of the erection that pressed against his shorts and apparently so was she. She seemed to struggle to not stare at his lap. He refrained from smiling because he knew she'd be mortified if she knew that he'd seen her. "I stay up late on Saturday nights, so Saturday and Sunday I sleep in late. I should have told you. I'm sorry," he said in a half-trance state. "Shit." He really felt bad about making her go through all that trouble for nothing. And on her birthday! He knew that if he didn't begin making her more comfortable around him then she'd begin avoiding him and he didn't want that. "Damn, you're all dressed and everything." "I'm really sorry," she mumbled as she turned toward the door. "Hang on, wait." His hand clamped around her wrist and he pulled her around as gently as he could. "It's my fault. I'll make it up to you. I feel really bad." She looked like she was about to burst into tears. "Listen, Chelsea, do you have anything going on tonight? She shook her head 'no.' "Why don't I take you to dinner?" "You don't have to." "I want to. Call it an apology/birthday dinner." She simply stood there. "But if you don't want to, that's fine, too," he said, confused why she was acting so strange. "Oh, no. That's fine. I'd love to go to dinner with you!" He eyes grew wider as she probably realized how suddenly excited she sounded. "I didn't mean, like, I'd love to go to dinner with you. I meant, like, that is a good way to...whatever." "So, tonight then?" "Seriously?" she asked. "It's whatever, dude. If you got a boyfriend that'll get all pissed off, I get it, ya know. It's whatever," he said still sitting up in his bed but leaning back on his hands. "No, it's not that. I was just kinda surprised is all." "And your boyfriend won't care?" "No. Well, I don't have one." "Uh huh. Well, I know where you live. I'll come over later. I'm going back to sleep." "Okay, later," she said and left without another word. Brent watched her walk out of his room in her little high school gym clothes and old dirty tennis shoes. Her wavy black hair was pulled up into a modest ponytail that swung from side to side when she walked. She gets cuter and cuter every time I see her. he thought and laughed quietly to himself. "Who was that?" Clay walked into the room and sat down at the foot of Brent's bed. "A girl I went to school with at Broadmore High. I asked her to go running with me sometime at 7 in the morning and she came today," Brent said laughing. "I feel really bad about it. I'm gonna take her out to eat tonight to make up for it. It'll be really fun. She's really, really shy," he said mischievously and winked at his friend. "You're fucked up in the head, dude," Clay said standing up. "You're just jealous that you're not a chick magnet like me," Brent teased jokingly. "It's not fucked up. I just like it when girls swoon over me. I can't help it. I get turned on by shy girls. It's totally hot." "Every girl's shy around you," Clay muttered walking toward the door. "Except the ones that are more egotistical than you." "Now that's uncalled for," Brent called after him. *~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~* "Dude, you don't have anybody to screw tonight, man!" Clay said out of nowhere. They stood in the hallway in front of his door talking as Clay held his bag of dirty clothes. He'd stayed the last two nights at Brent's apartment and it was about time to get some privacy. "You've gotten laid every Saturday night since like, February or some shit." "Dude, shut up. I had to break up with her. I'm tired of just seeing her on the weekend. It's bull shit. Not worth it." "No pussy tonight, bro," Clay said bluntly. "You don't know that, dude." Brent pictured Chelsea's full, round ass filling out those gym shorts as she walked away that morning. "You goin' to the club after your little fling with that weird girl?" "I might and so what if she's weird? I think she's cute," Brent admitted. "Bro, seriously?" "Yeah, seriously. She is cute. Anyway, don't worry about my dick. When the hell's the last time you got laid?" Brent was getting annoyed with Clay's rudeness. "I'm waiting for the attractive ones, man," he teased, laughing proudly at his low blow. "Dude, man, she's fuckin' cute as hell. And maybe she has a brain. And I didn't ever say I'd fuck her anyway," Brent exclaimed. "She is fatter than Danica, man," the tall guy said. "Clay, the fucking skeleton in Ms. Hendley's bio class was fatter than Danica," Brent scoffed. He wasn't all caught up in measuring body fat on his girls. He just wanted them to be healthy looking. He didn't mind curves; actually, he favored them. "Aren't you going to go talk to her?" "Danica?" Brent's attention returned to his friend. "No, the weirdo." "Yeah, in a few minutes," he said. "Where you gonna take her?" "Hell, I hadn't really thought about it since I woke up-the second time." "Dude, when she opened the door, I almost told her she had the wrong apartment," he said laughing. "Clay, man." Brent's brow furrowed at him. Why did he feel that he had to keep picking on her? "She wasn't even wearing make-up." "And? Maybe she's confident enough that she doesn't think she has to." "She should look into it, that's all I'm saying." "Girls don't have to look like a $5 hooker to be pretty, dude." "I like hookers," Clay joked. "Yeah, just like your dad liked your mom," Brent added cleverly. "You suck!" Clay exclaimed. "Just nipples and clits, dude," Brent retorted. "Whatever," Clay said defeatedly. "I think your phone's ringing." Brent ran inside and picked up the phone. "Hello." "Brent, it's dad. Listen, how'd you like to meet me for dinner tonight?" *~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~* Twenty minutes later Brent was knocking at Chelsea's door. She opened the door enough to peek her head out. Brent thought it was a little weird but didn't say anything about it. "Hi," she said shyly. "Hey, Chelsea, there's kinda been a change of plans for tonight. I was wanting to take you to get some Chinese or something but my dad called and wanted me to meet him for dinner tonight at 7:30 at Juliard's." Brent sensed a little disappointment in her eyes. "So, you have a dress you can wear, right?" "What's that?" she asked with two raised eyebrows. "It's a really nice joint. The ladies usually wear a dress," he explained. "I can get him to cancel if you don't, and we'll just go somewhere a bit more chill." "No, I've got something. That's fine, yeah." "Okay, good. Well, I'll pick you up at 7 then." "Okay," she stammered. "Okay." It's all she seemed to be able to say. "Later," Brent said with a charming smile. "Okay." Perhaps tonight isn't the night, Chelsea, but I will figure you out. And I will take you to my bed. *~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~* Five minutes before 7, Brent was again knocking at her door. "Just a minute," he heard from the inside. Shortly after, the door opened slowly. Brent was leaning against the banister a few feet from her door and he could tell, even from over there, that Chelsea had put on a little makeup. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" "Um, unfortunately, yes. I need a favor and this is really embarrassing. Please don't laugh." "What is it?" Brent inquired, walking closer. He tried to push the door open but it was held closed. Chelsea sighed. "I can't zip up my dress," she said softly. "Well, I can't help you if you don't let me in," he replied teasingly and perhaps a little bit flirty. He gently pushed the door open and found her clutching desperately to the long zipper that started just above her panty line. "Oh, one of those zippers," he noted. "Yeah." Chelsea let go of the dress to expose her nude back. The black strapless dress had built-in cups so she wasn't even wearing a bra. If it wasn't as tight fitting as it was, she could have slipped it over her head. Brent studied her naked back. He grasped the zipper in his fingers and pulled until it stopped after only about two inches. "It's a tight dress, you might want to inhale." He dare not say, "suck in." When she complied, he placed his hand on the small of her back at the base of the zipper. She trembled slightly at his touch. The soft skin of her neck was begging to be kissed but he refrained. That would surely scare her off. He knew he'd have to be extra careful with this one. Again he began zipping up her dress, keeping his hand on her lower back. When he reached the top, his hand slid over to her hip as he pulled her hair back over her shoulder so that it was behind her once again. "Thanks," she said softly. "Let me grab my purse." She walked over to where her black and white checkered purse was and changed her mind. "Never mind, I'm ready." "You look nice. The dress is hot," he said causing Chelsea to blush. "Thank you." The trip over was quiet except for when Brent broke the silence one time and said, "It looks good on you." "The dress?" "The makeup." He paused and continued after not receiving a response. "You looked fine without it but it looks really nice," he added hoping she didn't take it the wrong way. "Thank you," she said shyly, almost inaudibly. He noticed Chelsea constantly looking at him the entire way to the restaurant. He had to pretend he didn't notice; he didn't want to embarrass her. The maitre d' seemed to have been expecting them and led them to Brent's father's table. "Howard Hawkins. You must be Danica," the mans said, standing and extending his hand. "No, dad," Brent interjected. That wasn't at all awkward Brent thought sarcastically. "This is Chelsea. I'm not seeing Danica anymore." "Oh. Alright then. Nice to meet you, Chelsea," he said and shook her hand. "Sorry about that. Have a seat and we'll order." Chelsea seemed well entertained by Brent and Howard Hawkins. They told her that Howard owned many of the businesses in the city including Juliard's and her apartment building. That's why Brent lived there. She also discovered that Clay lived in the same building, just down the hall. The trio carried on for a couple of hours laughing, enjoying fine food and fine company. Brent saw a new side to this quirky girl. She seemed to lighten up and relax and they actually had a really great time. Brent and Chelsea had wonderful conversations that helped them get to know each other a lot better and for the first time, Brent thought she might be worth more than what he'd initially given her value for. It was nearing 10 o'clock and Brent's father decided it was time to conclude the evening. "Chelsea, it was a pleasure. Thank you for your company." "Thank you, Mr. Hawkins for the lovely dinner." *~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~* As they climbed the stairs to their apartments, laughing and talking, Brent debated on asking her inside. How would she react? He figured it was worth a shot. He was a lot more interested in her now and really wanted to spend more time with her. And he'd been dying to kiss her since before they left. "So, you're gonna come in and chill a while, right? Don't worry, my friend's at his own apartment for a change." "Oh, I don't know. It's getting late," she replied as if it were a programmed response. "It's like, ten. Come in. You can leave if you get sleepy. I've got some beer. We could watch a movie, I dunno." Chelsea hesitated. "Well, if you don't, I won't help you with your zipper." They both smiled big and she walked over to his door. "Cool," he said. "You want a drink?" he asked as he walked to the kitchen. "Sure," she said. "What have you got?" "Screwdrivers? Or beer? Or Tequila Sunrise, perhaps?" he wooed. "Screwdriver sounds good." Chelsea didn't seem like much of a drinker. She seemed to suffer through a glass of his dad's expensive wine at the restaurant. Brent brought back the drinks and handed one to her. "So what did the farmer say when he found the brown cow and the brown chicken in the barn making out?" Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 01.5 She cut him a bewildered eye. "What?" "Brown-chicken-brown-cow," he said quickly and laughed. Chelsea didn't laugh. She just smiled back at him. "Like bow chicka bow wow. Brown-chicken-brown-cow," he explained. "No, I get it. I just didn't think it was that funny." Brent was disappointed that it didn't go over as well as he had liked. "It was cute, okay? It was cute." "You're cute," he replied. Chelsea looked away uncomfortably and he could sense it. It excited him. "Actually, you look beautiful tonight." He was nearly salivating at the thought of ravishing her soft lips with his. "Anyway, your dad is really nice for a land lord," she said, desperately changing the subject. "I'm serious, Chelse. You've got the prettiest eyes I think I've ever seen," he said. "Chelsea, look at me." He giggled at her shyness and sat back and took a drink. "You're so silly, Chelsea." "What do you mean 'silly'? You're just trying to embarrass me," she said scowling at him. "You're not drinking your screwdriver." "I'm not in a hurry, Brent. I don't have to guzzle it down like you are." "You couldn't anyway," he teased. "I could if I wanted to." "Nah," he said as he sat back in his seat, trying to seem dead-set on his assumption. "Yes, I could." "Do it." "You wish. I'm not falling for that little mind trick," she said. "Not trying to trick you, Chelse. I've just never seen a woman really own her alcohol. Own it. You dainty little girls always sip your little fruity pussy drinks and..." Chelsea stood up, grasped her tall glass in her hand and started chugging. She drank half the glass and made a grimace and took a breath. Shocked and excited Brent started rooting her on. She finished off her glass and sat back down. "Impressive. Would you like another?" "Are you trying to get me drunk?" "Only giving you options." "I'm fine. I'm starting to feel this one and I'm sure it's only going to get worse-I mean, better," she joked. Brent finished his drink off and moved closer to her. "So, did you have fun tonight?" he asked softly. Chelsea smiled. "Yeah, of course." "Cool. Me, too. Dinner was good, huh?" he said even softer, keeping eye contact. "Yeah. Thanks for bringing me. I really enjoyed everything." He could tell that she was trying really hard not to look him in the eyes. He knew his gaze was intense and she couldn't handle it. "Chelsea, I need to let you know something. You've probably been wondering, too. I have a rule that I go by about kissing on the first date." "Oh, is that right? And this was a first date?" "Yeah, of course. I know my dad was there but it still counts because you're at my house half drunk." "I thought it was just an apology/birthday dinner." "Well, yeah, but I just called it that to get you to go on a date with me." "You think you had to trick me?" "Are you saying it would have been easy to get you to go out with me?" Brent smiled. His eyes danced all over her. "I just meant..." she started. "Why did you think that you couldn't get a girl like me to go on a date with you? You're Brent Hawkins." "What do you mean 'a girl like you'?" He didn't like the way the conversation was turning. He enjoyed timid girls but he hated when girls easily sold themselves short. "Forget it." "No," he said seriously. "Are you trying to say that you're not good enough for me? That's crap. All ya need is to get along great, which we seem to, and be attracted to each other, right?" "Well, I guess so." "So?" "So what?" She acted as if she didn't know what he meant. "So, do you think I'm attractive?" "Well, you're not really my type," Chelsea confessed. It caught Brent off guard but he liked it. She was very witty, he'd discovered. "You're not mine either," he said completely surprising her. "But I still find you very attractive." She blushed wildly and uncomfortably. "So?" "Brent, stop," she said softly, nearly shaking with nervousness. "Do you want to kiss me?" he asked seductively. He could feel his blood racing through his veins as his excitement level rose. "Oh, what about your rule about not kissing on the first date?" "I said I had a rule about kissing on the first date. I didn't say what that rule was." She looked confused. "My rule is that I have to kiss the girl if we had a good time. But I have to..." He leaned close to her, inches from her face and stopped, "...ask for permission." He heard her breath quicken. "Well?" he whispered. Chelsea closed her eyes and exhaled letting out a tiny whimper. That was all the response he needed. Brent wet his lips and moved in. He was pleasantly surprised at how welcoming her mouth was. His tongue moved past her soft lips with ease and they kissed for several moments. It was just as wonderful as he knew it would be. But he could tell she was holding back, so he broke the kiss gently. "Why are you so shy?" he asked planting tender kisses on her right cheek. She sighed heavily. "Relax," he whispered. "You taste so sweet. Kiss me back, baby." Brent slid his right hand across her face and guided her lips to meet his. Eventually, he sensed her letting her guard down and giving in to her own desire. She kissed him back passionately. He let his other hand cradle the back of her head as the kiss got more heated and his right hand slid down her neck and to her shoulder and began to caress the skin above her neckline of her strapless sweetheart top. He gently grazed the tops of her breasts up to her neck and back again. "I've been wanting to kiss you since you woke me up this morning," he said smiling, "when I saw you staring at my chest." She seemed surprised that he'd noticed her looking. "And ever since I zipped up your dress, I've wanted to unzip it and do this." With a quick fluid motion his hand that had been wandering sunk into the top of her dress, pushing it down and groped her left breast. Chelsea jerked herself backwards but he kept his grip, keeping himself close to her, trying to keep her calm. "Shh. You wanted me to," he rationalized. "Please, stop," she whined. "Chelsea, you want this. Listen to your body. It wants to be touched," he whispered. "No," she replied weakly. The combination of the alcohol and his hormones took control of him. He was enjoying her reluctance and would enjoy winning her over. "Shh. It feels good, doesn't it, Chelsea?" He denied her the opportunity to reply and kissed her mouth deeply. He skillfully kneaded and massaged her breast with his patient hand; gently rolling her now stiff nipple between his fingers. It took her a moment to kiss him back but she did. As soon as she began kissing him back, he knew it was alright to move forward a bit more. His left hand slowly found her zipper and began pulling it down. "What are you doing?" she asked sounding moderately alarmed. "What you want me to do," he teased as he nibbled on her ear causing her to shudder. "I never told you that," she fought weakly. "Oh, yes you did." Finally the zipper reached the bottom and he slipped the dress down to her waist. Shamefully, she covered up with her arms, "Don't look," she whimpered. "Why not?" He tried not to laugh at how silly she was being. "Seeing is half the fun." Chelsea just looked away ashamed. "I don't like it," she whispered. "What, your body?" he asked. "Are you kidding me? Well, it's a good thing I do." He placed his hand on her cheek and moved her face to look at him. "Come on. I want to see." He passed his fingers through her hair. "Open up to me, Chelsea. Relax. Let me see." He put his hands on her crossed arms coaxing her to reveal herself to him. Eventually, she gave in and let her arms fall to her side revealing her ample breasts. She studied his face and reaction intently. He caressed her with his eyes and then with his hands, encircling her globes causing her to close her eyes and bite her bottom lip. She seemed to be responding very strongly to the attention that he was giving her. Suddenly he stopped. She opened her eyes and saw him taking off his own shirt. This had gotten really intense really fast. Brent hadn't intended on taking her to bed tonight but he wanted her really bad now. His eyes were fixed upon her own, rendering her immobile. Brent tossed his shirt aside and moved closer to her, keeping his eyes on her reactions as he glided his hands across her breasts. He watched her chest heave as her breath became heavier. Brent pressed his lips to her ear. "It's okay to touch me back." He kissed her neck and made his way to her breasts. Kissing, sucking and licking. Soon, Brent could feel her hands on his modestly muscular back, encouraging him to continue. "Oh, god," she whimpered involuntarily. "I told you that you wanted it," he said, meeting her eyes again. "And I think I know what else you want." Brent placed his hands on her knees and moved them up under her dress to her hips. "No. No. You can't. I can't go any further. Please!" she exclaimed. "Chelsea, Chelsea, you're acting like a virgin, baby. I'm not going to hurt you." She was so incredibly nervous but at the same time acted like she didn't want it to not happen. That was what kept him going. "How about a compromise? I'll ask your body what it wants. If it doesn't want me, I'll stop. Deal?" With a confused look on her face, she nodded in compliance. He placed his hand at her crotch and began to touch her at her most intimate of parts. His fingers pull her panties aside and slid his fingers up and down her soft, slick folds. "Chelsea, you are so fucking wet, baby," he said in a husky and lustful voice. He could see the fear and embarrassment in her eyes. "You know what that means?" He picked her up in his arms and carried her off into his bedroom. "What are you doing?" she yelled. Laying her down, he stroked her hair before he removed her shoes. "Take off your dress, Chelsea." "I can't," she said, nearly sobbing. Without a moment's hesitations Brent grabbed hold of her dress and slipped it down her legs and dropped it on the floor. Chelsea lay there on his bed in nothing but a pair of black bikini panties. Her legs twisted, trying to hide her nakedness in vain. He lay next to her, cradling her, spooning her in his arms, stroking the length of her body. "Why are you trembling?" "I'm scared," she managed to say without bursting into tears. "Chelsea, why are you scared? Don't you trust me? Don't you know that I will take good care of you? Don't you know that I would never hurt you? I just want to make you feel good." "I know," she said feeling strangely comforted. "But... I've never... you know...been with a man before." *~~~~~*Chelsea's POV*~~~~~* Brent lay behind her in a long silence that frightened her. "I'm a virgin," she reiterated. "Thank you for telling me," he said lovingly. "If you want, and only if you want, we can keep going. We won't do anything that you aren't comfortable with. I want you to love this experience and I want to be the one that carries you through it. I want you to trust me with that responsibility." Chelsea relaxed in his arms but she was still scared. The agony on her face was apparent as she sorted things out in her mind. Calm down! Get a grip! she scolded herself. I have no reason to wait. Besides, I'm already almost naked on his bed. And I really do like him. "Look at me, Chelsea," he said pulling her down to lay flat on her back. She covered her breasts with one arm. "I want to help you get comfortable. How about a massage? It will help you relax and feel better about me touching your body." She was grateful for his patience and calming voice. This will be okay. Then I can decide if I want to stay or go. I don't have to do this. "And if you have any doubts about the beauty of your body, you can trust that it is very beautiful." Her entire body became flush. "Your heart and mind got me very, very turned on to you tonight and after seeing you like this, I'm awestruck. I'm so incredibly aroused just looking at you." She scoffed and turned her head. "I'm serious, Chelse." "What about your ex-girlfriend Danica? I'm bigger than her," she blurted and immediately regretted it. "Fuck Danica. I don't give a damn about Danica. So what if you're thicker than she is?" Chelsea was startled by his anger. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to trust him. "I'm not comparing you to her. You're not Danica. Thank God, too. I don't want you to look like her. I want you to look like this. I love this. Why can't you just..." Brent's ranting was cut short when Chelsea sat up and flung her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry. Please don't yell at me anymore," she said close to tears. "Come here." Brent positioned Chelsea so that she was on her knees sitting straight up and he did the same. Their bodies matching legs to legs, torso to torso, face to face. "Relax. I want you to feel your heart beat and try to feel mine." She obeyed his request. "Feel me breathe and breathe with me." They were so close it was incredible, as if they were one being living off the same breath and the same blood supply. She had never felt so close to anyone. It was very relaxing and extraordinarily arousing to her. He wrapped his arms around her and moved his fingertips over her back giving her goosebumps. It had relaxed her just as he had hoped it would. "How did you learn that?" "It's like a tantric sex exercise." Sex. It sounded so foreign to her. She still wasn't sure if she was up to it but she felt herself becoming more comfortable with the idea. After a few more minutes Brent spoke. "Do you feel better?" "Yeah." "Lay on your stomach." He moved his hands to her shoulders and began to massage. He moved down her back and arms, across her ass and down her legs and lingered at her feet for a while. I could definitely get used to this. she thought, smiling to herself. "Roll over," he said simply and she did, covering her breasts at first but then slowly slid her arms to her sides. He smiled at that. She couldn't figure him out. It was as if admitting that she was a virgin flipped some kind of switch inside of him. Suddenly, the guy that was tearing her clothes off and handling her so aggressively was now being so sweet and gentle. He caressed her stomach and moved to her breasts kneading and massaging. He had found her sweet spot: her breasts. They were so sensitive and were aching for his touch. She was beginning to really enjoy the attentions he was giving her and felt less and less self conscious. "Does this feel good?" She nodded as he moved down to her thighs and slid his thumbs under either side of her panties and started pulling them down. Her eyes opened and watched him cautiously pull them down past her hips and past her freshly shaven pussy. She felt her skin grow hot. He was staring at her naked body! "You shave?" The question threw her off at first. "This morning. I'd never done it before. You don't like it?" "I'm surprised, but in a very, very good way." Brent passed his hand down her belly to her mound and cupped her. The feel of his cool hand on her warm body was amazing and was becoming extremely aroused. "No one's ever touched you here before?" he said tenderly. "No," she replied. Chelsea could tell he was happy about being her first. Brent laid next to her on his side and kissed her as he held her soft flesh in his hand. He moved a finger between her lips and sunk into her wetness. She gasped into his kiss. She found herself opening her legs to him almost automatically. His fingers slid up and down her sex and she moaned into his mouth as he kissed her. "I want to ... " Brent paused. "I want to ... kiss you here," he finally said, studying her reaction. Chelsea didn't know what to say; she was just taking it all in. And she wasn't exactly sure what he meant anyway. "You will enjoy this. Do you trust me?" She nodded. Brent slid down her torso planting kissed on her virgin flesh as he made his descent. He propped himself up between her legs and pulled one leg over his shoulder. She was terribly nervous and couldn't imagine what she was about to feel or why he wanted to do this to her. Brent spent some time kissing and teasing her thighs before he moved in on his target. With great anticipation and patience, he parted her plump, freshly shaven lips with his tongue and Chelsea gasped. He moved his tongue up and down her slick folds. It was the most amazing feeling she'd ever had. And the most intimate thing she'd ever done. Chelsea's hands grasped helplessly at the bed covers and writhed in ecstasy at this new and amazing sensation and couldn't help but moan and gasp. He began focusing more attention on her little bud and began to hum in his mouth to cause a tiny vibration for her. Chelsea was so absorbed in the experience that she didn't notice that she was grinding her hips against his mouth. Finally after a minute of torture, he bore down and lapped at her feverishly sending her into an orgasmic fit of screaming and involuntary hip bucking. He looked up at her with a sly grin and she turned her head and closed her eyes, still panting heavily. She felt a bit embarrassed at the way she had reacted. He laid gently at her side. A sheer layer of sweat made her body glisten. "That was pretty intense, huh?" She didn't respond. She was a bit uncomfortable all of a sudden. "Look at me," he said turning her head to face him. "Don't be embarrassed, Chelsea. You were so incredibly sexy. You are so fucking hot in the heat." He made her smile shyly. "Whatever," she said under her breath and closed her eyes. "No, really, Chelse. That was so hot and you are so beautiful," he said softly. She finally opened her eyes to him to see his dreamy gaze. After seeing this love stoned look in his eyes she grabbed at him and kissed him passionately. She wasn't used to getting compliments like that. And she certainly wasn't used to being cared for so delicately and lovingly. And the fact that he was completely gorgeous were a definite plus. As they were kissing, he carefully climbed on top of her, kneading her breasts and tweaking her nipples causing Chelsea to cling to him more desperately. Brent moved down to her chest and began to feast on her sweet and salty lumps, licking the sensitive underside to her nipples and back again. Brent pulled away and stood at the side of her bed. "Come here," Brent said. Timidly, she sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. "I want to show you how my body reacts to you." Chelsea's eyes widened. His arousal was apparent through his pants and she was mesmerized by it. Brent took her hand and placed it at his waistband silently urging her to undress him. Slowly and curiously, Chelsea unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them hit the floor. Boxer briefs. She had to lift the elastic band away from his body to pass over his manhood. When his underwear joined his pants on the floor he stepped out of them and studied Chelsea's face. She wasn't sure what to do! "Have you ever seen one face to face before?" After a second or two she cracked a smile. "It doesn't have a face," she joked. Chelsea tried to conceal her smile until she heard him laughing. She was just trying to relieve some tension. "Wow. That's very clever," he said making her feel better about making a joke in the middle of what they were doing. But the mood suddenly returned to serious. "You haven't though, have you?" Chelsea shook her head. He was a generous 7 inches and uniformly thick, sticking straight out at her. "Touch me, Chelsea," he said softly. There was a glint of hesitation in her eyes but she obeyed. She gently grasped at the member studying how it felt: soft and hard, smooth and rigid-all at the same time. She slid her nervous hand along his shaft to the head where she marveled at the difference in how it felt. Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 01.5 He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. Did she do something wrong? "Don't worry, Chelsea. You were doing fine. I just...want to keep going. Lay on your back." Chelsea did and he followed her to the middle of the bed and positioned himself over her with his knees between her legs. "I need you," Brent said and kissed her neck. His cock pressing against her proved it. "It will only hurt for a little while and it will be easier if you relax and open up to me, my love." She had forgotten all about the pain that was to come when she heard him call her that. She was taken aback at his words. Why did he say that, she wondered and closed her eyes awaiting his penetration. Then she felt his lips kissing all over her face. As she felt him position the head over her opening, she tried her best to relax despite the pressure that caused her to wince. He pushed until he had the head in all the way. It was stretching her hymen, threatening to destroy it. "You're doing so good, baby. Doing beautifully." Chelsea's arms wrapped around him as he began to edge forward in a gentle rocking motion. He withdrew and pushed back in to this point several times to loosen and lube her up some more. She grimaced in pain but moaned because it was still somehow pleasurable. He continued this way for a bit and said, "I'm about to go all the way in." He saw her eyes widen. "It's going to hurt." "It already hurts." "I haven't even popped your cherry yet, baby. Brace yourself." Out of fear and instinct, Chelsea clenched around the head of his cock. "You have to relax, my love." He said it again! She released her grip and he thrust himself forward into her as far as he could go and Chelsea cried out in pain. "Shh," he comforted her. "The worst part is over. Focus on what feels good. Okay?" He rocked slowly in and out of her and kissed and licked her breasts that were not riddled with goosebumps. Tears fell passively down her face and into her hair as she whined and moaned. When her moans began to out number her whimpers, he sped up his pace and began fondling the tender flesh of her pussy. This set her on the course to her orgasmic destination. The passion was rising in her and her body began to contort, writhing and grasping at him desperately. "Come for me, baby. Come for me. Come for me," he urged. "Ahh ... " she screamed as she reached her peak and clamped down on him like a vice grip sending him into his own unmerciful orgasm. He rode her bucking and flailing body through their orgasms and collapsed on the bed beside her. Both panting, drenched in sweet sweat, they lay apart catching their breath and basking in the after glow. Finally, he reached over and wrapped his arm around her. "Are you alright?" "That hurt so good," she finally managed to say. "Happy Birthday." They both laughed and faded off into a deep sleep. *~~~~~*Mixed POV*~~~~~* It was 9 am and she was gone. At first he didn't notice anything different. Then he noticed he was laying in bed naked and the events of the previous evening flooded back into his head. He wanted to see her again. Now. But he knew he should wait. It was barely noon when Brent couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to make sure she felt alright. Why had she left without saying goodbye or leaving a note? He got a shower and got dressed. He knocked on her door but no one answered. Damn, he thought. He wanted to take Chelsea to lunch or dinner or something. "Dude, what the hell?" Clay's voice startled him. "I wanted to play Madden but your door was locked at 11:30 last night. It's not like you got any pussy." Clay noticed Brent was standing in front of Chelsea's door. "Dude. You didn't. Tell me you didn't fuck the fat chick!" "Fuck you, man. She's not fat. No, I didn't sleep with her. We just went to eat with my dad." "Then what are you doing at her door and why was your door chained?" "I slept in late and I was gonna ask her..." How much did he want Clay knowing? "...if she was gonna go running with me in the morning." Cody's raised eyebrow communicated that he knew it was time to stop asking questions shut up. "What?" "I just don't see what you like about her." Oh, shit. "Chelsea!" Brent saw her standing at the top of the stairs slack-jawed and red. How much had she heard? Chelsea turned around and ran back down the stairs almost in tears. "Chelsea, wait!" He knew she wasn't stopping. Brent lept down the stairs after her calling her name. He caught up to her and grabbed her shoulders. "Let me go!" "Wait, hold on a second!" She tried to shake loose as she cried. "Chelsea, calm down." Brent pulled her into the small walk-in janitors' closet and blocked the door. "Chelsea, what are you so upset about?" He held her until she stopped thrashing. "I heard what you and Clay were saying about me," she cried. "Did you just use me to keep your Saturday night lucky streak alive for another week?" "You think that's all that was, Chelsea?" He was furious now. "Is that all you felt like it was? A quick fuck? Was that all it was for you? I gave you everything I had last night! Everything!" "You denied it to Clay!" "Seriously, Chelsea? Seriously? Would you want Clay knowing? I didn't think you would so I didn't tell him. And I wasn't going to ask you about running. I was going to ask you to lunch. I just don't want his nosy ass asking questions!" I need to calm down, he thought, before she never speaks to me again. "Do you understand?" He spoke more calmly now. "I'm sorry." Brent opened the door and walked out. "Brent, I'm sorry," she cried out. "Chelsea, I just need a few minutes, okay?" He walked out the front door and down the street. An hour later, Brent found Chelsea sitting outside his door. Waiting for him. Wow. She stood up and watched him open his door and walk in, never looking her in the eye or uttering a word. Finally, before he closed the door he looked back at her and said, "You coming in?" She walked in without a word. He couldn't believe she had waited an hour for him. That was such a turn on. When he shut the door he cornered Chelsea between it and the wall. He saw a glimmer of fear in her eyes before she lowered her head. That's not at all what he wanted. "Look at me." "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." He interrupted and put her hand on her face. "Don't. You have no reason to apologize. I should not have spoken to you that way. I'm sorry. I was very angry." She looked up at him, brow furrowed. "Do you understand what I was telling you earlier about last night?" She didn't answer. She seemed to be searching for one though. "Everything I did was genuine. Everything I said was true. And I need you to also understand that I have never made love like that before. And it could have been fake on the inside but it wasn't. I was falling really hard for you last night. All day long, actually." She was nearly trembling. Why? Is she really that nervous? "Do you understand now?" She nodded her head and a single tear escaped from her welling eyes. They were so beautiful like this. "Don't cry." Brent pulled her close and let her lay her head on his chest for a few moments. Then he realized that he had practically spilled his guts about how he was feeling for her but she hasn't exactly reassured him of hers. "Let's go sit down on the couch," he suggested. He sat looking at her. "Do you regret what happened between us last night? Please be honest." Her thoughtful expression and averted eyes concerned him. "It was the best night of my life," she said smiling shyly. Oh, thank goodness, he thought, relieved. "I was always so afraid of the first time and the...intimacy. It was so much easier than I had expected," she said just over a whisper. He wanted to jump on top of her and drown her in kisses but he restrained himself. He was so glad to hear that. "So, that's really great. But, I need to know what's going on in your head. And in your heart. I mean, I know I'm not your type." Chelsea laughed. "But I'm really diggin' you, girl. I need to know if you're feelin' me, too." He could tell how uncomfortable the subject had made her. Before she could answer, a voice came from the door behind her. "Dude, Chelsea, I'm sorry..." Brent glanced past her. Damn it! Clay! I forgot to lock the door. "Clay, beat it. We're talking. I'll call you." "Alright." When Brent was sure that he was gone he turned back to Chelsea. "Well?" Her nervous behavior was beginning to make himself nervous. "I'm afraid to...to let go." "You're afraid of getting your heart broken?" She nodded. "You're afraid but you do want to, right? Like getting on a roller coaster. Every now and then it ends in tragedy but you still want to take that chance to experience the thrills." "That was a pretty corny way of putting it, but I understand what you mean," she said teasingly. "I do want to. I mean. I do like you. A lot." She was turning him on again. That's good," he said smiling. "That's very good." Brent leaned over and kissed her sweetly. *~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~* Please vote if you liked this rendition of Chelsea's 18th Birthday! VOTE, VOTE, VOTE! Your feedback fuels me and makes me want to continue what I do so PLEASE vote and leave comments!!!! Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 01 "No, I've got something. That's fine, yeah." "Okay, good. Well, I'll pick you up at 7 then." "Okay," she stammered. "Okay." It's all she could say. "Later." "Okay." She had three hours until 7. What was she thinking? She didn't have a dress! Chelsea ran to get her purse and darted out the door. She was headed for the mall. Her favorite store had a little black sweetheart topped dress with a ruffly bottom on sale in her size. Perfect. It hit her just above the knee and it wasn't too dressy. She was however worried about it not having any straps. Before she left the mall she picked up some shoes and she decided she'd buy some powder, mascara, nail polish, and some clear lip gloss. Sell out, she called herself in her head. All this money on a new outfit and make-up for a date with a guy she'll never end up with. Whatever. It'll be a good experience and some free food from and awesome restaurant. Besides, she was always a little curious about make-up. At home she waited until the very last to don her new dress so she didn't get it wrinkled or get makeup on it. Five minutes before 7 there was a knock on the door. She knew who it was but she ran to check through the peep hole anyway. "Just a minute," she called through the door. Chelsea threw on her dress and froze, mortified. She couldn't zip up her own dress. She had to ask the dressing room attendant at the store to help her. What was she going to do? Slowly she opened the door. Brent was leaning against the banister a few feet from her door. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" "Um, unfortunately, yes. I need a favor and this is really embarrassing. Please don't laugh." "What is it?" he inquired walking closer. Brent tried to push the door open but it was held closed. She sighed. "I can't zip up my dress," she said softly. "Well, I can't help you if you don't let me in," he replied teasingly and maybe a little bit flirty. He pushed the door open and found her clutching desperately to the long zipper that started just above her panty line. "Oh, one of those zippers," he noted. "Yeah." Chelsea reluctantly let go other dress to expose her nude back. The dress had build in cups so she wasn't even wearing a bra. If it wasn't as tight fitting as it was, she could have slipped it over her head. Brent studied her naked back. He grasped this zipper in his fingers and pulled until it stopped after only about two inches. "It's a tight dress, you might want to inhale." He dare not say "suck in." She complied. He placed his hand on the small of her back at the base of the zipper. She all but trembled at his touch. Again he began zipping up her dress keeping his hand on her lower back. When he reached the top, his hand slid to her hip as he pulled her hair back over her shoulder so that it was behind her again. "Thanks," she said softly. "Let me grab my purse." She walked over to where her purse was, took one look at the black and white checkered messenger bag and changed her mind. "Never mind, I'm ready." "You look nice. The dress is hot," he said causing Chelsea to blush. "Thank you." Chelsea had never been to Juliard's before. It was beautiful. The trip over was quiet except for when Brent broke the silence one time and said, "It looks good on you." "The dress?" "The makeup." He paused and continued after not receiving a response. "You looked fine without it but it looks really nice." "Thank you," she said shyly, almost inaudibly. Chelsea couldn't stop looking at him. He looked amazing. White button-up shirt and a black pin striped blazer. So hot! The maitre de seemed to have been expecting them and led them to Brent's father's table. "Howard Hawkins. You must be Danica." "No, dad," Brent interjected. "This is Chelsea. I'm not seeing Danica anymore," "Oh. Alright then. Nice to meet you, Chelsea. Sorry about that. Have a seat and we'll order." Chelsea found herself well entertained by Brent and Howard Hawkins. As it turned out, Howard owned many of the businesses in the city including Juliard's and her apartment building. That's why Brent lived there. Clay also lived in the building, she discovered. The trio carried on for a couple of hours laughing, enjoying find food and fine company. It was nearing 10 o'clock and Brent's father decided it was time to conclude the evening. "Chelsea, it was a pleasure. Thank you for your company." "Thank you, Mr. Hawkins for the lovely dinner." ********************* As they climbed the stairs to their apartments, laughing and talking, Chelsea felt butterflies as she began to think about if he was going to try and kiss her or not. "So, you're gonna come in and chill a while, right? Don't worry, my friend's at his own apartment for a change." "Oh, I don't know. It's getting late," she replied instinctively. "It's like, ten. Come in. You can leave if you get sleepy. I've got some beer. We could watch a movie, I dunno." Chelsea hesitated. "Well, if you don't, I won't help you with your zipper." They both smiled big and she walked over to his door. "Cool," he said. Whoa. This is getting really weird. This morning she was masturbating to the thought of him, now tonight she's going to spend time with him in his apartment. She had decided that while he was surely not the type of guy that she'd usually go for, she was starting to really like Brent. She had so much fun and loved his witty character. "You want a drink?" he asked as he walked to the kitchen. "Sure," she said. "What have you got?" "Screwdrivers? Or beer? Or Tequila Sunrise, perhaps?" he wooed. "Screwdriver sounds good." Chelsea wasn't much of a drinker, herself. She had a glass of Mr Hawkins's expensive wine at the restaurant. The only reason she drank it all is because she didn't want to be rude and waste it. Brent had a few drinks as well. I guess you can get drinks for anyone you want when you own the restaurant. Brent brought back the drinks and handed her one. It was strong, but it was tolerable. "So what did the farmer say when he found the brown cow and the brown chicken in the barn making out?" She cut him a bewildered eye. "What?" "Brown-chicken-brown-cow," he said quickly and laughed. Chelsea didn't laugh. She just smiled back at him. "Like bow chicka bow wow. Brown-chicken-brown-cow," he explained. "No, I get it. I just didn't think it was that funny." Brent looked disappointed that it didn't go over as well as he had liked. "It was cute, okay? It was cute." "You're cute," he replied. Chelsea looked away uncomfortably and he could sense it. It seemed to excite him. "Actually, you look beautiful tonight." "Anyway, your dad is really nice for a land lord," she said, desperate to change the subject. "I'm serious, Chelse. You've got the prettiest eyes I think I've ever seen," he said. "Chelsea, look at me." He giggled at her shyness and sat back and took a drink. "You're so silly, Chelsea." "What do you mean 'silly'? You're just trying to embarrass me," she said scowling at him. "You're not drinking your screwdriver." "I'm not in a hurry, Brent. I don't have to guzzle it down like you are." "You couldn't anyway," he teased. "I could if I wanted to." "Nah," he said as he sat back in his chair; trying to seem dead-set on his accusation. "Yes, I could." "Do it." "You wish. I'm not falling for that little mind trick," she said. "Not trying to trick you, Chelse. I've just never seen a woman really own her alcohol. Own it. You dainty little girls always sip your little fruity pussy drinks and..." Chelsea stood up, grasped her tall glass in her hand and started chugging. She drank half the glass and made a grimace and took a breath. Shocked and excited Brent started rooting her on. She finished off her glass and sat back down. "Impressive. Would you like another?" "Are you trying to get me drunk?" "Only giving you options." "I'm fine. I'm starting to feel this one and I'm sure it's only going to get worse- I mean, better," she joked. Brent finished his drink off and moved closer to her. "So, did you have fun tonight?" he asked softly. Chelsea smiled. "Yeah, of course." "Cool. Me, too. Dinner was good, huh?" he said even softer, keeping eye contact. "Yeah. Thanks for bringing me. I really enjoyed everything." She was trying so hard not to look him in the eyes. His gaze was so intense she couldn't handle it. Why was he looking at her this way? It was almost scary. Was he drunk? She didn't think so. "Chelsea, I need to let you know something. You've probably been wondering, too. I have a rule that I go by about kissing on the first date." "Oh, is that right? And this was a first date?" "Yeah, of course. I know my dad was there but it still counts because you're at my house half drunk." "I thought it was just an apology/birthday dinner." "Well, yeah, but I just called it that to get you to go on a date with me." "You think you had to trick me?" "Are you saying it would have been easy to get you to go out with me?" Brent smiled. His eyes danced all over her. She could feel them searing her flesh. "I just meant..." she started, being careful with her choice of words. "Why did you think that you couldn't get a girl like me to go on a date with you? You're Brent Hawkins." "What do you mean 'a girl like you'?" "Forget it." "No," he said seriously. "Are you trying to say that you're not good enough for me? That's crap. All ya need is to get along great, which we seem to, and be attracted to each other, right?" "Well, I guess so." "So?" Oh, how badly she wanted to just leave. She just wanted to escape this extremely uncomfortable situation. But at the same time, she was finding herself attracted to to this flirtatious side of him. "So what?" As if she didn't know what he meant. "So, do you think I'm attractive?" "Well, you're not really my type," Chelsea confessed. "You're not mine either," he said totally surprising her. "But I still find you very attractive." She blushed wildly and uncomfortably. "So?" "Brent, stop," she said softly, nearly shaking with nervousness; her stomach filled with butterflies. "Do you want to kiss me?" he asked. "Oh, what about your rule about not kissing on the first date?" "I said I had a rule about kissing on the first date. I didn't say what that rule was." She looked confused. "My rule is that I have to kiss the girl if we had a good time. But I have to..." He leaned close to her, inches from her face and stopped, "...ask for permission." Her breath quickened. "Well?" he whispered. Chelsea was quickly becoming overwhelmed. Her mind starting to become numb, she closed her eyes and exhaled letting out a tiny whimper. That was all the response he needed. Brent wet his lips and moved in. He was pleasantly surprised at how welcoming her mouth was. His tongue moved past her soft lips with ease and they kissed for several moments. He could tell she was holding back, so he broke the kiss gently. "Why are you so shy?" he asked planting tender kisses on her right cheek. She sighed heavily, her mind still racing. "Relax," he whispered. "You taste so sweet. Kiss me back, baby." Brent slid his right hand across her face and guided her lips to meet his. The combination of his words and touches sent her reeling. She wanted to kiss him. She loved kissing him. He was so gentle and loving. With her new found inspiration she kissed him back- hard. She felt his other hand cradle the back of her head as the kiss got more heated. His right hand slid down her neck and to her shoulder. He began to caress the skin above her neckline of her sweetheart top. Gently grazing the tops of her breasts to her neck and back again. "I've been wanting to kiss you since you woke me up this morning," he said smiling, "when I saw you staring at my chest." She didn't know he had noticed. "And ever since I zipped up your dress, I've wanted to unzip it and do this." With a quick fluid motion his hand that had been wandering sunk into the top of her dress, pushing it down and groped her left breast. Chelsea jerked herself backwards but he kept his grip, keeping himself close to her, trying to keep her calm. "Shh. You wanted me to." "Please, stop," she whined. "Chelsea, you want this. Listen to your body. It wants to be touched," he whispered. "No," she replied only half as assertively as she had planned. "Shh. It feels good, doesn't it, Chelsea?" He denied her the opportunity to reply and kissed her mouth deeply. He skillfully kneaded and massaged her breast with his patient hand; gently rolling her now stiff nipple between his fingers. It took her a moment to kiss him back but she felt the heat stirring up inside of her more intensely now. As if waiting for approval, as soon as she began kissing him back, his left hand slowly found her zipper and began pulling it down. "What are you doing?" she asked moderately alarmed. "What you want me to do," he teased as he nibbled on her ear sending chills down her spine. "I never told you that." "Oh, yes you did." Finally the zipper reached the bottom and he slipped the dress down to her waist. Shamefully, she covered up with her arms, "Don't look," she whimpered. "Why not?" He tried not to laugh at how silly she was being. "Seeing is half the fun." Chelsea just looked away ashamed. "I don't like it," she whispered. "What, your body?" he asked. "Are you kidding me? Well, it's a good thing I do." He placed his hand on her cheek and moved her face to look at him. "Come on. I want to see." He passed his fingers through her hair. "Open up to me, Chelsea. Relax. Let me see." He put his hands on her crossed arms coaxing her to reveal herself to him. Eventually she gave in and let her arms fall to her side revealing her ample breasts. She studied his face and reaction intently. He caressed her with his eyes and then with his hands, encircling her globes causing her to close her eyes and bite her bottom lip. He had no idea how sensitive her breasts were. This was heaven. Suddenly he stopped. Upon opening her eyes she saw him taking his own shirt off. This had gotten really intense really fast. His eyes were fixed upon her own, rendering her immobile. Brent tossed his shirt aside and moved closer to her, keeping his eyes on her reactions as he glided his hands across her breasts. He watched her chest heave as her breath became heavier. Brent pressed his lips to her ear. "It's okay to touch me back." He kissed her neck and made his way to her breasts. Kissing, sucking, and licking. This felt even better than she had imagined. She could no longer help herself and placed her hands on his modestly muscular back, encouraging him to continue. "Oh, god," she whimpered involuntarily. "I told you that you wanted it," he said, meeting her eyes again. "And I think I know what else you want." Brent placed his hands on her knees and moved them up under her dress to her hips. "No. No. You can't. I can't go any further. Please!" she exclaimed. "Chelsea, Chelsea, you're acting like a virgin, baby. I'm not going to hurt you." For some reason, she didn't want to tell him that she was a virgin. "How about a compromise? I'll ask your body what it wants. If it doesn't want me, I'll stop. Deal?" Confused as she was, she nodded in compliance. She felt his hand at her crotch, touching her at her most private of parts. She felt his fingers pull her panties aside and touch her where she touched herself that morning. Except it felt so much better when he did it. "Chelsea, you are so fucking wet, baby," he said in a husky and lustful voice. She trembled with fear and embarrassment. "You know what that means?" He picked her up in his arms and carried her off into his bedroom. "What are you doing?" she yelled. Lying her down, he stroked her hair before he removed her shoes. "Take off your dress, Chelsea." "I can't," she said, nearly sobbing. Why wasn't she doing more to stop him? Without a moments hesitations Brent grabbed hold of her dress and slipped it down her legs and dropped it on the floor. Chelsea laid there on his bed in nothing but a pair of black bikini panties. Her legs twisted, trying to hide her nakedness in vein. She felt him lay next to her, cradling her, spooning her in his arms, stroking the length of her body. "Why are you trembling?" "I'm scared," she managed to say without bursting into tears. "Chelsea, why are you scared? Don't you trust me? Don't you know that I will take good care of you? Don't you know that I would never hurt you? I just want to make you feel good." "I know," she said feeling strangely comforted. "But... I've never... you know... been with a man before." **************Brent's POV************** Brent lay behind her stunned and silent. He wasn't sure what to think or what to say. He felt bad initially for being so forceful with her. But the more he thought about it, he reminded himself: she did want him. She was responding positively toward him until now. It's not like he's holding her down. She wants it, he convinced himself. And she wants me to give it to her first. She just isn't completely convinced. A renewed sense of arousal grew in him. He was going to enjoy this more than he thought. He'd never taken a girl's virginity before. He knew that this was going to have to be love making, not sex. And he was going to have to make love to her mind just as much as to her body to make this the unforgettable evening that she deserves. It was going to be a long, emotional, fucking amazing night. His prolonged silence frightened her. "I'm a virgin," she reiterated. "Thank you for telling me," he said lovingly. "If you want, and only if you want, we can keep going. We won't do anything that you aren't comfortable with. I want you to love this experience and I want to be the one that carries you through it. I want you to trust me with that responsibility." He could feel her relaxing in his arms. She was still scared though. He could see the agony in her face as she sorted out things in her mind. Afraid she'd choose to go home, he decided it was time to set his seduction plan into motion. "Look at me, Chelsea," he said pulling her down to lay flat on her back. She covered her breasts with one arm." I want to help you get comfortable. How about a massage? It will help you relax and feel better about me touching your body." Chelsea nodded. "And if you have any doubts about the beauty of your body, you can rest assured that it is very beautiful." Her entire body became flush. "Your heart and mind got me very very turned on to you tonight and after seeing you like this, I'm awestruck. I'm so incredibly aroused just looking at you." She scoffed and turned her head. "I'm serious, Chelse." "What about your ex-girlfriend Danica? I'm bigger than her." "Fuck Danica. I don't give a damn about Danica. So what if you're thicker than she is?" Chelsea was startled by his anger. "I'm not comparing you to her. You're not Danica. Thank God, too. I don't want you to look like her. I want you to look like this. I love this. Why can't you just..." Brent's ranting was cut short when Chelsea sat up and flung her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry. Please don't yell at me anymore," she said close to tears. "Come here." Brent positioned Chelsea so that she was on her knees sitting straight up and he did the same. Their bodies matching legs to legs, torso to torso, face to face. "Relax. I want you to feel your heart beat and try to feel mine." She complied. "Feel me breathe and breathe with me." They were so close it was incredible. As if they were one being living off the same breath and the same blood supply. She had never felt so close to anyone. It was very relaxing and extraordinarily arousing to her. He wrapped his arms around her and moved his fingertips over her back giving her goosebumps. It had relaxed her just as he hoped it would. Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 01 "How did you learn that?" "It's like a tantric sex exercise." Sex. It must sound so foreign to her. "I like it." Chelsea rested her head on his shoulder and held him tighter. After a few more minutes Brent spoke. "Do you feel better?" "Yeah." "Lay on your stomach." She did. He moved his hands to her shoulders and began his massage. He moved down her back and arms, across her ass and down her legs and lingered at her feet for a while. "Roll over," he said simply and she did, covering her breasts at first but then slowly slid her arms to her sides. He smiled at this. It's working. All he wanted to do was fuck her brains out but he knew she needed and deserved this. He gently caressed her stomach and moved to her breasts kneading and massaging. He could tell it was arousing her which made him even hornier. He moved to her thighs. Smooth; so nice. "Does this feel good?" She nodded. Brent slid his thumbs under either side of her panties and started pulling them down. Her eyes opened and watched him cautiously and slowly pull them down past her hips and past her freshly shaven pussy. His eyes drank in the sight of her bare flesh and his cock grew harder in his pants. "You shave?" "This morning. I'd never done it before. You don't like it?" "I'm surprised, but in a very very good way." Brent passed his hand down her belly to her mound. He cupped her there and reveled in her warmth and wetness. "No one's ever touched you here before?" he said tenderly. "No," she replied. He was throbbing now. He wanted her so bad. Brent lay next to her on his side and kissed her as he held her soft flesh in his hand. He moved a finger between her lips and it sunk into her wetness. She gasped into his kiss. He felt her open her legs to him which surprised him. His fingers slid up and down her sex and she moaned into his mouth as he kissed her. He wanted to eat her out but he knew he should ask her first. But how? "I want to..." Is there a polite way to put it? "I want to... kiss you here," he finally said, studying her reaction. She didn't respond. "You will enjoy this. Do you trust me?" She nodded. Brent slid down her torso planting kisses on her virgin flesh as he made his decent. He propped himself up between her legs and pulled one leg over his shoulder. He was so excited. He wanted to see her reaction to his first lick but she had her eyes closed. She must be terribly nervous. I have to make this long and agonizingly pleasurable. Brent spent some time kissing and teasing her thighs before he moved in on his target. With great anticipation and patience, he parted her plump, freshly shaven lips with his tongue and Chelsea gasped. He moved his tongue up and down her slick folds, growing more aroused himself knowing he was her first. Chelsea's hands grasped helplessly at the bed covers and writhed in ecstasy at this new and amazing sensation. Chelsea's reactions had him hard as a rock. He hadn't expected her to be so vocal but she was moaning and gasping so beautifully. It's time to speed up. He began focusing more attention on her little bud and began to hum in his mouth to cause a tiny vibration for her. Chelsea was grinding her hips against his mouth telling him it was almost time. Finally after a minute of torture, he bore down and lapped at her feverishly sending her into an orgasmic fit of screaming and involuntary hip bucking. Yeah, I was her first, he thought with a feeling of great accomplishment. He looked up at her with a sly grin and she turned her head and closed her eyes still panting heavily. She almost looked embarrassed that she had reacted that way. Brent knew he couldn't have that. He couldn't have her backing out now. He had to have more of that gorgeous pussy. He lay gently at her side. A sheer layer of sweat made her body glisten. "That was pretty intense, huh?" She didn't respond, obviously uncomfortable. "Look at me," he said turning her head to face him. "Don't be embarrassed, Chelsea. You were so incredibly sexy. You are so fucking hot in the heat." He made her smile shyly. "Whatever," she said under her breath. "No, really, Chelse. That was so hot and you are so beautiful," he said softly. She finally opened her eyes to him to see his dreamy gaze. After seeing this love stoned look in his eyes she grabbed at him and kissed him passionately. Brent could tell that she didn't get compliments like that very often. Being sure not to break their kiss, he carefully climbed on top of her, kneading her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She reacted to this by clenching him more desperately. He had found her weakness. Brent moved down to her chest and began to feast on her sweet and salty lumps, licking the sensitive underside to her nipples and back again. She had gorgeous tits. Much more appetizing that the A's he was used to. Enough horderves, he thought, It's time for the main course. She ought to be good and ready now. He pulled away and stood at the side of the bed. He wanted her to have the pleasure of discovering his cock. "Come here." Timidly she sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. "I want to show you how my body reacts to you." Chelsea's eyes widened. She's so hot sitting there glowing and innocent, he thought. Her green eyes glimmer like emeralds. His arousal was apparent through his pants and she seemed mesmerized by it. Brent took her hand and placed it at his waistband silently urging her to undress him. Slowly and curiously Chelsea unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them hit the floor. Boxer briefs. She had to lift the elastic band away from his body to pass over his manhood. When his underwear joined his pants on the floor he stepped out of them and studied Chelsea's face. He could tell she had no idea what to do. If she were Danica, he'd waste no time shoving his member down her throat to get his own rocks off but Chelsea was different. He genuinely cared about her and desperately wanted her to enjoy every minute of her first sexual experience. "Have you ever seen one face to face before?" After a second or two she cracked a smile. "It doesn't have a face," she joked. That's it, I'm in love. Chelsea tried to conceal her smile until she heard him laughing. "Wow. That's very clever." Perhaps it was an attempt to ease the tension. It worked. But the mood suddenly returned to serious. "You haven't though, have you?" She shook her head 'no.' He was a generous 7 inches and uniformly thick sticking straight out at her. "Touch me, Chelsea," he said softly. He craved her soft hands on his hot cock. He could see a glint of hesitation and uncertainly in her green eyes but she obeyed. She gently grasped at the member studying how it felt: soft and hard, smooth and rigid; all at the same time. She slid her nervous hand along his shaft to the head where she marveled at the difference in how it felt. As she unknowingly tortured him with pleasure, he knew he had to stop her if he wanted any chance of making their intercourse last. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. "Don't worry, Chelsea. You were doing fine. I just... want to keep going. Lay on your back." Chelsea did and he followed her to the middle of the bed and positioned himself over her with his knees between her legs. "I need you," Brent said and kissed her neck. His cock pressing against her proved it. "It will only hurt for a little while and it will be easier if you relax and open up to me, my love." Shit. My Love? What am I saying? What is she doing to me? Brent checked to make sure she was still wet and was pleased to find her sopping for him. He saw her eyes were closed, patiently and trustingly awaiting his penetration and couldn't resist kissing her face all over. She was ready. As he held his cock and positioned the head over her opening he could since her forcing herself to relax. When he was convinced she was settled he began to move in. He saw her wince a bit but he continued until he had the head in all the way. It was stretching her hymen, threatening to destroy it. "You're doing so good, baby. Doing beautifully." Chelsea's arms wrapped around him as he began to edge forward in a gentle rocking motion. He decided to withdraw and push back in to this point several times to loosen and lube her up some more. He read pain on her face but heard pleasure in her moans. He continued this way until he was satisfied that she was ready to take the rest of him. She was so incredibly hot and tight around his head that he was amazed that he was able to control himself. "I'm about to go all the way in." He saw her eyes widen. "It's going to hurt." "It already hurts." "I haven't even popped your cherry yet, baby. Brace yourself." He felt her clench around the head of his cock, nearly sending him over the edge. "You have to relax, my love." He said it again. As soon as she released her grip he thrust himself forward into her as far as he could go and Chelsea cried out in pain. "Shh." he comforted her. "The worst part is over. Focus on what feels good. Okay?" He rocked slowly in and out of her and kissed and licked her breasts now riddled with goose bumps. Tears fell passively down her face and into her hair as she whined and moaned. When her moans began to out number her whimpers he sped up his pace and began fondling the tender flesh of her pussy. This set her on the course to her orgasmic destination. He could feel her passion rising and saw her body contorting, writhing and grasping at him desperately. He couldn't last much longer. "Come for me, baby. Come for me. Come for me," he urged. "Ahh..." she screamed as she reached her peak and clamped down on him like a vice grip sending him into his own unmerciful orgasm. He rode her bucking and flailing body through their orgasms and collapsed on the bed beside her. Both panting, drenched in sweet sweat, they lay apart catching their breath and basking in the after glow. Finally he reached over and wrapped his arm around her. "Are you alright?" "That hurt so good," she finally managed to say. "Happy Birthday." They both laughed and faded off into a deep sleep. ******************************** It was 9 am and she was gone. At first he didn't notice anything different. Then he noticed he was laying in bed naked and the events of the previous evening flooded back into his head. He wanted to see her again. Now. But he knew he should wait. It was barely noon when Brent couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to make sure she felt alright. Why had she left without saying goodbye or leaving a note? He got a shower and got dressed. He knocked on her door but no one answered. Damn, he thought. He wanted to take Chelsea to lunch or dinner or something. "Dude, what the hell?" Clay's voice startled him. "I wanted to play Madden but your door was locked at 11:30 this morning. It's not like you got any pussy." Clay noticed Brent was standing in front of Chelsea's door. "Dude. You didn't. Tell me you didn't fuck the fat chick!" "Fuck you, man. She's not fat. No, I didn't sleep with her. We just went to eat with my dad." "Then what are you doing at her door and why was your door chained?" "I slept in late and I was gonna ask her..." How much did he want Clay knowing? "...if she was gonna go running with me in the morning." Cody's raised eyebrow communicated that he knew it was time to stop asking questions shut up. "What?" "I just don't see what you like about her." Oh, shit. "Chelsea!" Brent saw her standing at the top of the stairs slack-jawed and red. How much had she heard? Chelsea turned around and ran back down the stairs almost in tears. "Chelsea, wait!" He knew she wasn't stopping. Brent lept down the stairs after her calling her name. He caught up to her and grabbed her shoulders. "Let me go!" "Wait, hold on a second!" She tried to shake loose as she cried. "Chelsea, calm down." Brent pulled her into the small walk-in janitors' closet and blocked the door. "Chelsea, what are you so upset about?" He held her until she stopped thrashing. "I heard what you and Clay were saying about me," she cried. "Did you just use me to keep your Saturday night lucky streak alive for another week?" "You think that's all that was, Chelsea?" He was furious now. "Is that all you felt like it was? A quick fuck? Was that all it was for you? I gave you everything I had last night! Everything!" "You denied it to Clay!" "Seriously, Chelsea? Seriously? Would you want Clay knowing? I didn't think you would so I didn't tell him. And I wasn't going to ask you about running. I was going to ask you to lunch. I just don't want his nosy ass asking questions!" I need to calm down, he thought, before she never speaks to me again. "Do you understand?" He spoke more calmly now. "I'm sorry." Brent opened the door and walked out. "Brent, I'm sorry," she cried out. "Chelsea, I just need a few minutes, okay?" He walked out the front door and down the street. An hour later, Brent found Chelsea sitting outside his door. Waiting for him. Wow. She stood up and watched him open his door and walk in, never looking her in the eye or uttering a word. Finally, before he closed the door he looked back at her and said, "You coming in?" She walked in without a word. He couldn't believe she had waited an hour for him. That was such a turn on. When he shut the door he cornered Chelsea between it and the wall. He saw a glimmer of fear in her eyes before she lowered her head. That's not at all what he wanted. "Look at me." "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." He interrupted and put her hand on her face. "Don't. You have no reason to apologize. I should not have spoken to you that way. I'm sorry. I was very angry." She looked up at him, brow furrowed. "Do you understand what I was telling you earlier about last night?" She didn't answer. She seemed to be searching for one though. "Everything I did was genuine. Everything I said was true. And I need you to also understand that I have never made love like that before. And it could have been fake on the inside but it wasn't. I was falling really hard for you last night. All day long, actually." She was nearly trembling. Why? Is she really that nervous? "Do you understand now?" She nodded her head and a single tear escaped from her welling eyes. They were so beautiful like this. "Don't cry." Brent pulled her close and let her lay her head on his chest for a few moments. Then he realized that he had practically spilled his guys about how he was feeling for her but she hasn't exactly reassured him of hers. "Let's go sit down on the couch," he suggested. He sat looking at her. "Do you regret what happened between us last night? Please be honest." Her thoughtful expression and averted eyes concerned him. "It was the best night of my life," she said smiling shyly. Oh, thank goodness, he thought, relieved. "I was always so afraid of the first time and the... intimacy. It was so much easier than I had expected," she said just over a whisper. He wanted to jump on top of her and drown her in kisses but he restrained himself. He was so glad to hear that. "So, that's really great. But, I need to know what's going on in your head. And in your heart. I mean, I know I'm not your type." Chelsea laughed. "But I'm really diggin' you, girl. I need to know if you're feelin' me, too." He could tell how uncomfortable the subject had made her. Before she could answer, a voice came from the door behind her. "Dude, Chelsea, I'm sorry..." Brent glanced past her. Damn it! Clay! I forgot to lock the door. "Clay, beat it. We're talking. I'll call you." "Alright." When Brent was sure that he was gone he turned back to Chelsea. "Well?" Her nervous behavior was beginning to make himself nervous. "I'm afraid to... to let go." "You're afraid of getting your heart broken?" She nodded. "You're afraid but you do want to, right? Like getting on a roller coaster. Every now and then it ends in tragedy but you still want to take that chance to experience the thrills." "That was a pretty corny way of putting it, but I understand what you mean," she said teasingly. "I do want to. I mean. I do like you. A lot." She was turning him on again. That's good," he said smiling. "That's very good." Brent leaned over and kissed her sweetly. ************************ I have submitted Ch. 2. Ch. 3 will be up by the end of March 2009. I am thinking about writing Ch. 1 again except swap the POVs where it starts with Brent's POV and switches to Chelsea's POV just before they have sex. This will be called Ch. 1.5 Should I do it? Please let me know if you have any suggestions, comments, compliments, etc. AND PLEASE VOTE NOW!!! Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 02 If you haven't read Chelsea's 18th Birthday, I suggest you read it first to better understand the characters in this series. Thanks to all for your wonderful comments. Please continue to leave them. Any suggestions or critics are welcome! Also, I'd like to invite you to make suggestions for chapter 3. Please don't forget to vote! * Their precious moment was interrupted again by another intrusion. Clay again, Brent thought as he looked into Chelsea's disappointed eyes. But when he looked up he could only wish it was Clay. "Who the hell is this?" A female voice filled the quiet room and startled Chelsea. "None of your business. What the hell are you doing here and what makes you think you have the right to barge into my apartment and start asking me questions?!" Brent stood to his feet and walked past Chelsea, fists balled up and his face turning red. "Oh, come on! You're just embarrassed that you got caught with this re-bound girl. I thought you wouldn't be able to make it through the weekend without me so I thought I'd come to check on you. But it looks like you got your fix last night even without me." Chelsea was stunned but she wouldn't turn around. She always tried desperately to avoid confrontation, especially with irate lunatics. However, she knew she had to get out of there fast if she wanted to minimize her involvement. "Danica, you crazy bitch, get out of my apartment. I told you I don't want you anymore and what I do in my own home is not your business." "Oh. Well, is it her business? Did you have to get a hooker to replace me?" She was annoyingly loud and obnoxious at this point. Chelsea finally stood up and turned around and found herself face to face with the notorious Danica. But what she didn't expect was for it to be that Danica! Her face was scarlet from embarrassment. "Her?" Danica shouted mockingly and Chelsea dashed past her for the door. Brent could hear the breath catching in her throat and could tell she was forcing back her sobs. "You've got that girl from school in your apartment?" She giggled loudly into her hand, doubling over as she laughed. "What is your problem, Danica?" Brent chased after Chelsea and Danica followed joyfully, almost skipping. Out in the hallway Danica found Brent with his hand on Chelsea's doorknob. She'd gone inside to get away from that crazy girl and Brent didn't blame her. "Brent, she's your neighbor?!" Danica erupted into hysterical laughter that carried down the halls and reverberated through the walls of Chelsea's apartment where she sat crying on the floor by the door. "You lazy bastard! You don't know where she's been!" "That's enough! Get the fuck out of here!" Brent yelled. He would never in a million years hit a girl but he was really wanting to do something to shut her up. "I don't want you anymore. I never want to see you again. I like Chelsea. A lot. She's a sweet girl. She's not fake and she's a hell of a lot better person than you'll ever be!" Clay came running up when he heard all the commotion. Danica scoffed at Brent and rolled her eyes. "Hey, Clay," Danica flirted and looked back at Brent for his reaction. "Danica, you should go," Clay said neutrally. "Are you coming with me, Clay?" she teased. "I don't think that's a good idea." "Fuck you. Both of you," she said defeated and walked toward the stairs. "Oh," she started, looking back at the pair of them, "and you can tell your little peeping tom girlfriend I said 'good luck'! You two freaks deserve each other." Brent just glared at Clay with his hands clamped onto his hips, obviously trying very hard to bite his tongue. Then he stepped in front of Chelsea's door and stared at the ground searching for something to say that would actually mean something to her in her emotional state. "Maybe she wants to be left alone," he finally said. "Dude. I'm sorry for all the crap I've been giving you about Chelsea, man. She's a cool girl, I guess. And if you really like her... You know. I'm happy for you or whatever. But you shouldn't leave her in there by herself for sure." Brent looked over his shoulder at his best friend. This is why Clay was his friend. For the few but important times when he knocked some sense into him. "Shit, you're right. But I don't know what to say. Danica was so horrible to her." "Just go inside. You'll think of something," he urged. "I already tried. The door's locked." He gently knocked on the door with one knuckle. "Chelsea. Please let me in." "What'd she mean by 'peeping tom'?" Clay asked. "I don't know. Probably just more psychobabble," Brent replied without giving it a second thought. Chelsea didn't open the door. She now stood inside, leaning against it, fighting with her shame. "Open the door, Chelsea, please." His voice got a few notches louder. "I can't," she cried softly through the door. "Baby, please. You gotta let me come in, Chelse." A moment passed and still no sounds from the other side of the door. "Chelsea. You're my girl. I need to talk to you about this." Brent rested his head against the door wearily. "You're still my girl, right?" He heard the door unlock. "Call me," Clay whispered and headed back to his own apartment. Brent pushed open the door gingerly and saw Chelsea leaning her left shoulder against the wall facing away from him. She must be so torn up inside, he thought to himself remembering how just last night she talked as though she wasn't good enough for a guy like him. After closing the door he wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her tightly around the chest in a big hug. "I'm so sorry," he whispered in her ear. "She's just..." Anger and hurt was returning to his voice now. "It's not your fault," Chelsea interrupted. "I'll make sure she'll never bother us again. She can't just talk about you like that and..." "How could you date a girl like her? She's the most horrific person I've ever met. The last 2 months of school she made my life a living hell." "But why?" Chelsea heard everything that was said in the hallway. Including Danica calling her a "peeping tom". "I found her with a basketball player in the girls' bathroom after school. It was about 4:30. I had just finished taking a make-up test. I walked in and she was... " She blushed a bit from having to use the phrase. "...giving him a blow job. And I saw them. I watched them for a few minutes. I couldn't help it. She pulled her head up and saw me." "Come sit on the couch," Brent offered. He sat her down and began pulling her messy hair away from her puffy tear-stained face. "That's much better," he said sweetly with the slightest hint of a smile. But all traces of it disappeared as he looked into her scared and confused eyes. "Chelsea," he choked, almost in tears now himself. He didn't want her to ever feel like this again. Ever. And he didn't want to see this look in her eyes ever again. "Chelse. I'm really, really very sorry," he managed to say, choking back tears. He wasn't usually a crier. Perhaps it's because he's never opened himself up and made himself this vulnerable before. She could tell he was genuine. It was unmistakable. If she had ever had a doubt in her mind, she could now rest assured that he was really having some serious feelings for her. Can she trust him? She wants to so badly but she's never been in a serious relationship before and it was all so sudden and intimidating. However, his newly revealed soft side was quite appealing and touched her heart. "Brent, it's not your fault. You were wonderful. You stood up for me and I'm ashamed to say that I didn't necessarily expect you to. It would have been easier that way anyway." "Of course I stood up for you, Chelsea. I care about you. You know that, don't you?" Brent placed his hand on her face and kissed her forehead. Chelsea simply nodded. "I'm so tired," she said. "Why don't you take a nap? It's about 3 o'clock. I'll come by and wake you up for dinner." "Dinner?" Brent grinned. "Yeah. I thought the least I could do for my new woman is to take her to dinner after the crazy afternoon we've had." "That would make me very happy," she said with a meek smile. "But, do you think you could lay with me? Just until I fall asleep." Brent chuckled lightly. "Really? Okay." Man, she was so cute, even like this. He followed her into her bedroom and they crawled underneath the sheets. He spooned her, getting as close as possible, reveling in it. His fingers ran lovingly through her hair in a hypnotic pattern sending her into a peaceful slumber. She felt so close to him when he held her like this. Like they'd known each other forever. Like he was supposed to be here to rescue her from a life of safe love! Brent Hawkins was risky. All evidence would prove it. But she couldn't deny the attraction. It could be felt pulling from both of them on both a physical and emotional level. Like it was meant to be. ******************************************** "Chelsea." She heard a distant voice calling her name. "Baby, wake up. It's time to get dressed and ready for dinner." Chelsea opened her eyes. Just like an angel, he thought. "Why don't you get in the shower first? It'll help you wake up. I'm gonna take one too before we get going." Chelsea smiled up at him and nodded feeling very lucky to have someone so thoughtful be a part of her life. Chelsea walked to the closet to find something to wear. She furrowed her brow when she realized she didn't know what to dress for. "Where are we going?" "It's a surprise," he said. "Well, I don't know what to wear." "Just something pretty. You don't have to go out and buy a special dress or anything." "How did you know I bought that dress yesterday?" "What? I didn't say I knew you did. But I thought you did," he teased. "Okay, then why do you think I did?" she asked, slightly embarrassed. Brent walked over to her. "I dunno, you seemed a little unfamiliar with it, considering you forgot that you needed help getting it on," he said a little lower, "and off." He smiled to himself and continued, "And it looked brand new. And... I saw you out my window coming back in with a bag of goodies yesterday afternoon." "You got me," she said defeated. "Did you buy that make-up just for me, too?" "Stop it." Of course she did but he's not supposed to know that! Brent wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. "Did you? Did you get all pretty just for me?" he teased. "Brent, please," she said blushing. He giggled at her because he knew it was true. "I told you we could go somewhere else if you didn't have a dress, Chelse." "I know. I didn't really think about it until after you left." Chelsea buried her face into his neck so he couldn't see her face. Why did he like picking on her so much? "You are so adorable when you're embarrassed," he said with a chuckle and squeezed her before letting go. "Get in the shower. I'll find something for you to wear." She left the door to the bathroom cracked just about an inch and jumped in the shower. Brent began searching through her less than flattering clothes for something pretty. It only took him about a minute to find something suitable. Just as he was satisfied with the blue jean skirt and spaghetti strap top that he'd found he heard her calling him from the bathroom. He opened the door a bit but didn't look in. "What's up?" "I need a towel. Can you get me one? They're in the basket by the dresser." "Did you not know you were gonna get wet?" he teased making her laugh. "I just forgot." After fetching the towel, he announced, "Okay, I'm coming in." He saw a little hand peak around the left side of the shower curtain. The water was still running and she'd only been in for a few minutes Was she already done? He walked up to the hand and presented the towel. Just do it, Chelsea thought. Her hand went past the towel and grasped onto his wrist and pulled him closer. Her right eye snuck a peak from behind the curtain. He seemed confused. With her free hand she pulled back the curtain to reveal her slightly trembling body. Trembling from the cold air coming in the door and from nervousness. (Chelsea was never this forward.) She pulled him to her and kissed him on the mouth. Just on the lips. It was very sweet and very light. As she kissed him, her arms snaked around to his back and began lifting up his shirt. He broke the tender kiss reluctantly and gave her a curious look. "I should have told you to get two towels." God, that was so fucking hot, Brent thought as he helped her take of his shirt. He was certainly not expecting such a bold move from her but it was an extreme turn on for him. He let her unbutton his pants and he slipped out of them along with his shoes and socks and briefs. For a moment, he turned away to close the door and he climbed into the shower with her and pulled the curtain closed. Both naked once again, they stood face to face. The shower water sprayed down around Chelsea as she was struggling to maintain her confidence. She felt his hands skim across her lower back as he looked down at her. It was like his entire face was smiling except for his mouth. Like she could see the passion and joy radiating out of him. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. "Because I want to remember this moment forever." "What... What about this moment?" "The first moment I felt like I needed someone. I need you because you've made me feel something I can't describe or control. It's like not having you is no longer an option. I'm like an addict now. I can't figure it out. And all I want to do now and for the rest of my life is make you smile." Chelsea was taken aback by his words. She couldn't breath. Her eyes were wide and glossy as they gazed at him. How can he say these things, she thought. He knows if he broke my heart I'd be devastated... A single tear escaped and fell down her cheek. Brent placed his hand on her face and kissed her slightly parted lips. Chelsea's hands immediately made their way to the back of his head where they ran through his hair and across his shoulders. The water cascading around them made it all the more romantic and erotic. "I'm in love with you," he said under his breath, sounding a bit winded. "Don't say that," she said wincing. He kissed on her neck and face carelessly. "I love you, Chelsea." "Don't, Brent. I can't." Her breathing was heaving and irregular. Her head was spinning. "You don't have to say it. It's okay." "God, Brent, why me?" He slowly urged her against the wall and continued his assault on her neck and upper chest. "I don't know," he answered clearly, leaning into her with her back against the tile. His attentions went back to her face. "I don't know. But I'll tell you something else that I love. Last night, every time I kissed your breasts, your eyes would close, your head would roll back a bit, and you made these beautiful sounds. It was like you were transcending out of your body. It was divine." He hunched down and took her left breast into his hand and kissed and sucked her nipple. He smiled when she did just what he'd described. He continued to kiss all over her chest, alternating now and again and all the while kneading and massaging with his hands. Brent reached over and grabbed her shower puff and squeeze on some body wash. He started to wash her body sensually. When she was covered with white soapy suds the sat the puff aside and detached the shower handle from the holder and began rinsing her off starting at her neck. As he worked his way down, he kissed the clean skin all the way to her thighs and she shivered remembering what happened the last time he kissed down there. He handed her the puff and smiled. Chelsea more than willingly took to the task. It was her first time to really explore his body so she took her time. She mimicked the way he had rinsed her off and kissed him all over his body. When she got to his thighs she looked over at his penis that was semi-erect and remembered what it had felt like to have it inside of her. She wanted that again. She wanted it all again. "We should get going, huh," Brent said pulling her to her feet kissing her one last time before he turned off the water. ********************************************* What was he thinking, Chelsea thought as she got dressed while Brent was back at his apartment. He can't love me already. It's just infatuation! That's all... But infatuated over me? This has to be more than infatuation. Guys are infatuated with super models and actresses and women they can't have. But he has me. So it can't just be infatuation, can it? Oh, God, what if it's just a phase or something? What if I really am his rebound girl like Danica said? Chelsea, you can't trust him. Not yet. Don't do it. You can't! He'll break your heart. He'll do it and you'll let him. And all because he... he makes you feel so good... She sighed, replaying the shower scene over and over in her head, reliving the intensity, giving her butterflies. Now that he was alone, he also began thinking about what had just happened in the shower. Man, he was letting his emotions cloud his judgment. Chelsea's a great girl but you hardly know her. You're all caught up in it. You need to bring it back down to Earth. And how the hell did you let yourself tell her that you love her? That's not cool. She probably thinks you're a desperate freak. Tomorrow he needed to take a day to himself to get his feet back on the ground. But for now, he has to finish getting his plans for tonight in order. ******************************************* A knock came on the door and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She was putting on the finishing touches with her modest makeup and ran to the door. He stood outside the door with a tulip in his hand. She opened the door and they both smiled. "Where did you get that?" He chuckled softly and said, "Ms. Pumley's window garden. She won't mind. I feed her cat for her when she visits family out of town." She takes it from him and laughs sweetly at the last minute gift. "Ready?" "Yeah." "Ah, I forgot something in the apartment. Come on." He walked into his apartment and she lagged behind in the hallway. "Chelsea," he called. "I've got to show you something." Chelsea stepped inside and was shocked at what she saw. Brent stood there in front of her with his hands of the back of a dining room chair. The table was set with candles, plates and silverware. She stood with her eyes wide, unbelieving of what she saw. "Dinner's almost ready," he said smiling. "Come sit." Chelsea walked over slowly and sat in her seat. "You freaking cooked for me?" Brent just laughed. He was very well pleased with how things were going with his surprise. "I hope you don't mind. I'm not a 5 star chef my any means but I figured I couldn't screw this up too bad." He walked over to the table and sat a small salad in front of her and took her dinner plate. "I hope Italian dressing is alright." "It's fine," she said, her mind still reeling from her disbelief. No one had ever taken the time or effort to do something like this for her. Going out to eat would have been so simple. But he cooked for her and surprised her with it. "Would you like a drink? I've got some screwdrivers," he joked, referring to the night before. "No," she said sternly. "How about some wine?" "Water will be fine." Soon he sat in front of her a plate with seasoned green beans, lemon peppered chicken and mashed potatoes. "Wow, this is a lot of food. I'm going to need a to go box," she joked. He just smiled and sat across from her with his own plate. In a more serious tone she said, "Thank you. I don't really know what to say. You definitely surprised me. And this looks delicious." She said feeling her face heat up and turn red. She finally looked up at him and he looked the same way he did in the shower. Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 02 "I hope you enjoy it," he said. "Now eat up. You must be starving." Besides, you're going to need the energy. They ate until they were full and talked about Clay's infatuation with Ms. Pumley, the 28 yr old widow on the ground floor. She was an attractive woman with a shapely figure and medium length wavy black hair. Clay always said she could be a 1950's pinup model. They talked briefly about their childhoods and who they still hung out with from high school. "Ya know, Clay apologized for being so hard on you." "I heard him," she said softly setting her fork on her nearly empty plate. "He's not a bad guy. He's just a loud mouth that doesn't know when to shut up." He watched her play with her shirt, straightening it out, clearly not comfortable with talking about it. "I'm just asking you to give him a chance. I'd hate it if you two didn't get along. He's my best guy and you're my best girl." She looked up and him and flashed an accidental smile. "Can you do that for me?" he said with a little too much sugar. With that Chelsea couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, I guess." "Good. And by the way, I'm going out to my mom's house tomorrow in Trinton. So I won't be able to see you tomorrow." "Oh," she replied. "Alright. Well, be careful. That's what, 2 hours away?" "Something like that," he said as he took note of her sudden disappointed look. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, fine. Dinner was wonderful." "I can't wait to take you out there. She has a nice alimony mansion on a lake. And I'd take you tomorrow but her family is spending the week with her and I should give them my undivided attention. I'm afraid I'd have you off somewhere by ourselves all day if you came." She smiled really big. "I see, that's fine. I mean I can understand you need to spend time with your family." "You really don't want to be stuck out there with all of them anyway. My mom's cool but her family is really catty." "Well, I can't expect to keep you all to myself every day." Brent stood up unannounced and walked over to her. He reached out his hand and helped her out of her chair before leading her to the couch where they sat. "Chelsea, I want to apologize for being so forward with you earlier when we were... " She looked away from him for a moment. She had hoped he wouldn't talk about it. "...you know, in the shower. What you did was the hottest thing any girl has every done." She smiled uncomfortably. "I mean it. I felt like I really connected with you today. And I meant what I said about the way you make me feel, Chelsea. I just don't think it was the appropriate time to tell you that I loved you. Obviously that's going to take more time." "I know. I know." She wasn't sure how much more she could take of this. She thought she was about to cry again from all the emotion she was feeling. Sensing her discomfort he moved a little closer and put his arm on the couch behind her, facing her sideways. "You're a really shy girl, aren't you?" "You know you don't have to ask me that. You know I am," she said blushing a bit. He could tell even in the dimly lit room. "I like that a lot. It's a big turn on for me," Brent admitted. "Why?" That didn't make any sense. "Because it makes you look vulnerable and helpless and fragile," he said just above a whisper. "And you were even more nervous last night sitting on this couch." "Stop it, Brent," she said shyly. "You're so cute when you get embarrassed. I love it," he laughed lightly. "It's hard to believe you pulled me in the shower like that today." "Well, I could hardly believe it myself." "We haven't really talked about last night," he said changing the subject. "I didn't think we needed to!" Why in the world do we need to talk about that? "Of course we do. It was your first time. And my first time with a first timer." She could feel his eyes seeking hers out, waiting for a response but Chelsea really didn't want to talk about it, especially with his eyes so intently upon her. It was nerve wracking. "What do you want me to say?" Her hands were shaking slightly and her eyes began to dart quickly at him and away again. Her voice quivered a bit. Just enough for Brent to pick up on. "Well, did you enjoy yourself?" Why is he doing this to me? "Of course I did." Her stomach was beginning to tie itself in knots. "What did you like the most?" "Please, Brent," she said on the brink of tearing up. "I..." "Sheesh, baby, is it really that hard to talk about?" he asked taking her trembling hand and moving closer to her with his arm around her now. "If you don't tell me what you liked, how am I supposed to know what to do next time?" He took her bottom lip in her mouth and sucked on it for moment before kissing her gently and teasingly on the mouth. A shiver went down Chelsea's spine and her breath became slightly labored and irregular. He's torturing me! "You are really that nervous." he said, breaking the kiss but hovering in front of her face, watching her, studding her. "But you like it don't you? You like the way I make you feel. You like it when I give you butterflies, don't you, Chelsea?" She gave a few quick gasps for air as her breath caught in her throat. "Brent," she managed to gasp out and closed her eyes tight. Brent was so turned on at this point. He knew he would have her again on this night. But it was true. His attentions and the way he made her so nervous were euphoric, like a drug that made her heart race and her adrenaline pump. Brent slid his hand behind Chelsea's neck and kissed her neck making her again gasp for breath as if she'd been holding it. "Brent," she exasperated as her head rolled back. "I know you like when I kiss your breast. You do, don't you?" She nodded her head slightly. "And you like it when I kiss your neck," he said between kisses. "And your stomach?" She nodded. "And your thighs?" "Brent!" she said gasping softly again. "I love the way you say my name." He slipped the thin little strap of her shirt off her shoulder and kissed her there. "I saw you looking at my cock in the shower, Chelsea. What were you thinking about?" She took a sharp breath and her head rolled forward. "What did you want to do?" Chelsea thought for a moment. She couldn't tell him! She'd die where she was if she had to say it. "I can't," she said breathlessly. "Were you thinking about last night? Were you thinking you wanted to fuck me again?" "I can't," she cried, almost sobbing. "Or were you thinking about... maybe... tasting me." When she choked back her sobs he knew that was it. "Oh, Chelsea," he whispered. "That is so hot." He kissed her and she kissed back hungrily, needingly. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, removed it and threw it to the floor. "I couldn't stop thinking about your body, standing there in the shower, coaxing me to join you. All I've been able to think about is making love to you again," he said between kisses. Brent slid his hand slowly under her shirt, pulling it up over her breasts. They weren't restrained with a bra because of the type of shirt it was. And that's why he chose it. He cupped her left breast gingerly and lovingly sending a wave of sensations through her body that even he could feel. "We need to move," he said and pulled her shirt back down before he stood to his feet. "What?" "Come on." Brent walked across the room and stood in the dark doorway of his bedroom. Chelsea stood up with one arm crossed in front and clasped to the elbow of the other and walked slowly toward him, obviously confused at his behavior. "Wait." She stopped. "Take your shirt off," he said biting his bottom lip. She got it up half way before he stopped her again. "Slower," he said. And she continued. He saw her shirt slowly reveal the sexy curve of the underside of her breast, then her nipples peeked out. He felt his erection growing and straining the front of his pants. She removed the shirt and held it in her hand, standing in the middle of the sparsely furnished bachelor pad in nothing but a denim skirt. Her clean hair tumbled around her shoulders. Brent's eyes rolled back and he closed his eyes at how beautiful she was just then. He wet his lips a bit and said, "Now that skirt. Slowly." Her eyes never left him as she brought her hands to her button and slowly undid her skirt. She tugged it off her hips revealing her lacy panties. They were much different than the ones from last night. The thought of her anticipating another evening like the last made him throb. "Come here," Brent said demanding, but not harsh. She walked toward him and he began removing his own pants. "You outdid yourself just then. That was the sexiest strip tease ever." He took her hand and placed it over his growing member. She smiled but was still a bit nervous. Brent drew her near and kissed her while he moved his hands up and down her curves and every inch of her back. He pulled her into his room and got her to lay on the bed. He walked over to the window and pulled up the blinds letting in the moonlight. He wanted her to be relaxed but he still wanted to see her face and body. When he joined her on the bed he hovered over her at first. Then he moved his hand across her belly, down to her pretty lace panties that he knew she wore just for him. He could see her breathing hasten as her chest rose and fell in anticipation. Brent carefully removed her panties and tossed them aside. "Are you still sore?" "Only a little," she said softly. "I don't want to hurt you. Tell me if I do." She only nodded and watched him lay on his side beside her, his hand resting on her tummy just above her mound. "You smell so good," he said just under his breath. "And your skin is even softer than I remembered. And it tastes better than I remembered." Brent moved over her slightly and licked and sucked at her right breast causing Chelsea to close her eyes in ecstasy once more. Then with his right hand he moved over her mound and slid his middle finger past her shaved lips. It gave him great satisfaction when she moved her legs apart to accommodate him. He slid his finger up and down the length of her pussy pausing only briefly at her nub when he came to it. She began panting softly and letting out the tiniest of moans. As her moisture began to build he found her opening and cautiously slid his finger inside. She moaned again. After a few pumps he added a second finger, feeling him stretch her with only that. He pumped slowly, being sure to massage the sensitive patch of flesh inside of her, drawing every possible passionate sound he could from her. She sighed when he removed his fingers and sat up beside her to take off his briefs. His erection was full and hard now and patiently waiting for attention. She watched him as he took hold of it and glided his hand over it. Down and up, encircling the head and down again. It was so erotic watching him do this to himself. She had imagined him doing this only a few days ago and now he's doing it for her. Like a show. Or a lesson, perhaps. He reached for her hand and brought it to rest at the base of his cock. Chelsea needed no further instruction and began mimicking his actions methodically, once again enjoying the feel of it. "You're making me feel so good, Chelsea," he said with steadily deepening breaths that encouraged and empowered her. A moment later he pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear, "You don't have to if you don't want to." "I've never done it before," Chelsea said shyly. "I know, baby. And I want you to want to." "I don't want to do it wrong," she said, her voice shaky. "Just be slow and careful and you can't mess this up. I promise." It took all she had to muster up the courage to say, "Okay." She didn't see it but he let out a sigh and he closed his eyes thankful for her adventurous curiosity. He moved across the bed and leaned up against the headboard. Chelsea followed behind him even more nervous now than before. "Just do whatever you think of. I promise it will all feel good. Just be gentle." He pulled her close and kissed her trying to encourage her the best he could. Chelsea timidly kissed down his neck and chest, feeling his modestly toned abs with her hands. As she arrived at his hip she took him in her hand as before at the base of his cock. She moved closer and licked her soft lips. Slowly she licked the tip and slipped it past her lips. She soon found it too dry to do much so she continued to lick and spread her saliva over his penis. Brent moved his hand into her hair, again encouraging her, letting her know she's doing fine. Chelsea moved her head over his cock pumping it shallowly in and out of her mouth. Soon she was focusing on the end because he seemed to respond the most when she did that. She was beginning to get the hang of it, sliding up and down on his rod, licking and sucking, loving every minute of it. It wasn't as bad as all the girls made it out to be. She especially enjoyed the way it seemed to make Brent feel. He let out a deep sigh. "Chelsea." She felt his hand on her face, urging her to release him. "What's the matter?" she asked. "I was coming too close. I want to make sure you get yours first," he said devilishly. Brent pushed her shoulders down on the bed and attacked her neck and chest playfully until she laughed. He lay atop her with his rock hard cock pressed against her belly and he begins kissing and massaging her tender nipples again. "Now I've got to make sure you're nice and wet," he said. "Like you were last night before I could even get your clothes off." He kissed a trail to her thighs and nudged them apart. He licked and kissed all over them, teasing her. He made a little circular pattern with his tongue, eluding to her what was to come and she moaned as her pussy ached to be touched. Finally, she felt his tongue grace her folds. He moved up and down her length avoiding her nub at all cost, driving her mad. He concentrated on her tiny opening at the base, tonguing and prodding, making her want his attentions on her clit even more. Eventually, when she was writhing enough for him, he flicked her little bud unexpectedly making her cry out in pleasure. "Oh my g... Brent... You're driving me crazy," she gasped. He flicked her bud again and again she cried out, grasping the sheets with her fists. He made wide circles around her clit and got closer and closer with every pass, careful not to touch just yet. "Oh, please, Brent. Fuck!" she called out. Brent closed in on her little nub, licking and sucking until her thighs quivered and her hips thrust towards him, rocking her body against the bed as she reached her peak. She was near tears when he was done. She lay panting catching her breath and when she finally settled down, she looked up at him. Brent lay against the headboard again and beckoned her. She crawled toward him, fully expecting to have to finish what she started earlier. Instead, he pulled her close and said, "I want you to ride me, baby." "What do you mean?" She wasn't familiar with this position. "Sit on my cock and fuck me. I want you to fuck me." Chelsea's breathing which had just began to settle suddenly sped back up as she realized what he wanted her to do. Finally, she lifted her leg over his to straddle him. She placed her hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she used her other hand to grasp his cock. Her hand was shaking slightly as she placed his member at her entrance. All the while Brent watches, admiring her body, delighting in the way that she is trying so hard to please him. Gingerly, she lowers herself down upon him. She couldn't seem to penetrate initially so she took a deep breath and relaxed her muscles. Eventually, the head entered her causing her a slight discomfort that quickly faded. With great care, she began to work herself up and down on his shaft, making him go in a little deeper with each thrust and stretching her walls to accommodate him. Soon they were both moaning and sighing together softly with every stroke. Brent reached out to massage her breasts as she rode him, heightening her pleasure. "Do you think you can go fast now?" She only shyly nodded her response and began to speed up gradually until she was riding him briskly. He loved watching his cock disappear into her tight little hole. It was pure heaven to watch her please herself on him. They could both feel the tension building in their gut. Brent had just begun to see the light at the end of his tunnel when suddenly Chelsea slowed her pace down considerably. She began to grind her hips into him on the down stroke. "Chelsea, you almost had me over the edge," he panted. Tiny bead of sweat began to form on each of their bodies. "But I wasn't done yet," she said teasingly. "You're a naughty little girl under all that shy and timid exterior, aren't you?" he said, almost out of breath. He waited until she was making her next decent and he thrust his hips upward toward her, slamming his cock into her. The sound of flesh smacking flesh filled their ears. "Ahhg!" she cried. He did it again. "Oh!" He continued to thrust into with every decent she made upon him, slamming into her as hard as he could making her scream out in pleasure. Pretty soon they were full speed like this, crashing against each other over and over, lost in the passion. Finally, he could feel her getting more tense, her hand that rested up his should was now grasping helplessly at him. He knew she was close so he reached out and began to stroke her clit with his thumb. Only moments later, she succumbed to her orgasm. The clenching and massaging of her walls on his cock was enough to send him over as well. He held her hips and drove into her, drawing out every last little shock wave from both of them. Panting and gasping, Chelsea wrapped her arms around Brent and nuzzled against his neck trying to catch her breath. He stroked her back lovingly. He was quite impressed with her. They washed up and agreed that she would sleep at his apartment that night. They fell asleep tangled up in each other's arms and slept hard. ********************** The next morning, Chelsea awoke to find a note propped up on the nightstand. Chelsea, I've left early before you woke up because I didn't want to be tempted into staying in bed with you all day. There's cereal and frozen waffles in the kitchen. Help yourself to whatever you want. Here's my key. I'll get it back from you tonight. (wink wink) I'm sure I won't be able to get you out of my mind today. So, I'll miss you. Love, Brent P.S. In case you were wondering, you sleep like an angel. Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 03 If you have not read Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch 1 and 2, I highly suggest you read those before attempting to read this story. The characters are developed in the earlier chapters. This is quite possibly the last installment of Chelsea's 18th Birthday. If you have any suggestions for a 4th Chapter, I'd be glad to hear them. I'm sure that I'll be writing more in the future. As always, I would like to thank my wonderful editor alwaysupforu2004. ***************************** After trying the door knob, Brent rapped lightly on Chelsea's door with his knuckle. No response. "Come on, Chelsea, you knew I was coming back for my key tonight," he whispered to himself. Slightly frustrated, he headed down to Clay's apartment to get his spare that he gave him. It was almost midnight, way later than he had anticipated getting home. His two hour trip home turned into a four hour trip when a head-on collision on the interstate took east bound traffic's four lanes down to one very slow moving lane. Damned rubber-neckers made it 10 times worse than it had to be. Brent knocked on Clay's door impatiently. "Hey, dude. Thought you were gonna be home by 10." "So did I. Chelsea's apparently asleep and she has my key so I need yours to get into my apartment." "Actually, when you weren't here by about 10:45, Chelsea dropped off her key with me." "Why? Why didn't she just give you my key?" "I guess she still wanted you to get it from her yourself," Clay said. A mischievous smile crossed Brent's face as he got an idea. "I see." That sneaky little girl. "We talked," Clay said interrupting his thoughts. "Who?" "Hello! Chelsea and I talked. I apologized for giving her a hard time. I just didn't see you two going anywhere with this and I turned out to be wrong." "Well I appreciate you doing that. Maybe you two can actually be friends one day." "Yeah," Clay said stepping into the kitchen. "Actually, I asked if she wanted to watch The Godfather with me. Dude, it's one of her favorite movies. She's the coolest chic you've ever dated by far." He poured himself some milk and flopped down on the couch. "What did you just say? You hung out with my girlfriend today?" "Yeah, she's pretty decent at poker, too. I still kicked her butt, but she had me on my toes." "You played cards and watched a movie with Chelsea." "What's the matter? I thought you wanted us to be friends, dude." "Yeah, I do, but that is just really weird." "Dude," Clay said bluntly. "She loves The Godfather." "I know, man, that's fuckin' awesome," Brent said enthusiastically. "Yeah, so we're cool. Don't worry. Oh, and before I forget, guess who else came to see me today?" "Who?" "The Ms. Angela Pumley herself. She asked me out." "Bull shit." "Yeah, but she did ask me to feed her cat and water her plants while she went out of town for a funeral." "Wonder why she didn't ask me." "Duh, dipshit. You were gone," Clay said setting his empty glass down on the coffee table. "Well, have fun with that. Don't steal any of her panties," Brent said as he walked back towards the door. "Dude, I didn't even think about that. Thanks!" "Fuckin' perv. See you tomorrow." "Later." Brent got more and more excited with every step. He was so happy that his best friend and his girlfriend were finally getting along. And quite well as it turned out. And it was a turn on that she was into things like The Godfather and poker. She was just about the perfect girl. Brent inserted the key into her lock and slowly turned. He quietly entered and shut the door behind him. Through the dark, he made his way into her bedroom where he heard her breathing softly. Definitely asleep. The moonlight shone through the window across the room bathing her in a majestic haze. He looked around briefly for his key thinking it might be laying around for him to find but it was nowhere to be seen. She wants me to wake her up. Otherwise, she would have made it easy to find the key. Chelsea was laying on her back with her comforter pulled all the way up to her chin. Brent grabbed the edge of the blanket and lifted it away from her unconscious body slowly. Once the moonlight was gracing her body, he could see that she was wearing a silky black and hot pink nightie. It was a lacy camisole top with a split up the middle with matching boyshorts. No one wears this without expecting to be seen in it. Especially shy girls like his Chelsea. Brent took a deep breath. She was doing it again. She knew that he'd find her like this. She knew what it would do to him. Flashbacks of their previous sexual trists played in his mind and he felt his member growing. What do you want me to do now, you naughty little girl? Brent took off his clothes down to his boxers and climbed into her bed on her right side. He held his breath when she stirred but she didn't wake up. Eventually, he was laying right next to her warm tempting body. Her dark locks lay around her head like a frame and her pink lips remained slightly parted. Her breath almost unnoticeable because it was so shallow and light. She was sleeping deeply, he noted. Brent decided to have a little fun before he woke her. He very gently placed his hand on her face and kissed her lips. His hand slid down her neck and to her chest, down her tummy, and under her chemise. Her skin was so soft and she smelled so fresh and clean. His heart was pumping a little faster as he aroused himself with her beautiful body. He traced patterns around her midsection, delighting in the involuntary responses that her muscles had under his fingers. Chelsea's head shifted on her pillow. Again Brent leaned over and kissed her lips as he held tightly to her left hip with his right hand. As she arose from her sleep, his lips felt her inhale, filling her lungs. Then he felt her lips kissing his. As they kissed, he moved his hand over her tummy and sides under her sheer top. When they broke their kiss, Brent leaned back and looked upon her still sleepy face. Her green eyes sparkled through her squinted eyelids. "You're late," she said teasingly. "And you're a cock tease." They both laughed lightly. "Where's my key? You made me go on a wild goose chase to get where I am now." "Well I was hoping you wouldn't need your key tonight," she said with a coy smile. "What a coincidence. After seeing you in this, that is precisely what I was also hoping." He ran his fingers under the waistband of her boyshorts. "Did you miss me?" "Clay kept me company." He furrowed his brow. "Oh, is that right? Well, as long as you're not hanging out wearing things like this then I guess I don't mind." "He's gonna feed Ms. Pumley's cat this week. He's really excited. It's kinda sad," she said giggling. "I know. But that's enough about him. I want to know more about this little number you've got on." "You like it?" she asked with a raised eye brow. "Give me a freakin' break, you knew I'd like it. That's why you wore it. You had this all planned out." "Did I?" she said in a mock-innocent voice. A more serious look crossed Brent's face. "What else did you have in mind, Chelsea?" He slipped his hand underneath her shorts and found her mound, freshly shaven and it made him hard instantly. "Chelsea," he started and bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes. He knew he was going to take full advantage of this pleasant surprise. "Roll over," he requested. After a questioning look from her, Chelsea obeyed and turned on her stomach. He stripped her panties from her and threw them to the ground. He began to massage her thighs and butt drawing soft moans from her as she clung tightly to her pillow. He pulled her legs apart an continued his massage deeper between her legs. "Pull your knees under you." Chelsea looked back at him quizzically. "Keep your head on the bed and stick your ass in the air," he clarified bluntly but patiently. Chelsea nervously complied. She pushed herself up on her knees, keeping them together. "Spread your legs out far. I want to see all of you." Again she timidly complied. Brent sat on the bed behind her and admired her ripe behind and soft smooth pussy. He placed his hands on her and began massaging like before. He could tell she was a bit tense from being so candidly exposed so he tried to get her to relax and enjoy his touch. "You're not as sweet and innocent as I thought, my Chelsea," Brent said under his breath before he kissed her on her ass making her shiver just a little. "You're a naughty little girl. I know you are." He touch her smooth pussy lips teasingly and she shivered again except more noticeably. "You do naughty things with me. Have you even done naughty things by yourself?" Chelsea nodded her head reluctantly. Brent smiled. He eased one finger into her tight little hole. "I want you to show me what you do, baby." "You want me to..." Chelsea couldn't finish and hoped he didn't mean what she thought he meant. She'd only done it a few times and would never think of doing it in front of another person. "Yeah. Pleasure yourself for me. Put your hand between your legs. Show me what you like." Brent rubbed her thighs and back trying to encourage her. Finally, her hand snaked through the sheets beneath her and covered her sex. After a private pep talk with herself, she found the courage to masturbate in front of her new boyfriend. Chelsea rubbed her pussy with her two first fingers, sliding them from front to back. She sunk her finger inside of her to get it wet and continued to pleasure herself for Brent. When she finally put her focus on her task instead of worrying about what she looked like masturbating, she began to lose herself in it. She moaned softly as she rubbed and prodded herself. Brent's hands on her ass brought her back her full sense of awareness. She felt him spread apart her cheeks and squeeze them. Over and over he did this as he watched her. Then she felt a finger enter her pussy and pumped it slowly. She groaned into her pillow. After he pulled out she felt it against one hand holding onto her hip then the same wet finger pressed against her anus. "What are you doing?" Chelsea jerked away from him. "It's okay, Chelse. Just relax. You'll enjoy it. And if you really hate it I'll stop." "I don't know, Brent." "Listen," he said softly. "Just relax and it won't hurt you, I promise." He heard her sigh. "You trust me don't you?" A moment later, he saw her head nod slightly against her pillow. Again he wet his finger in her pussy and rubbed it across her pucker. He repeated this a few times to get her used to the idea before he gently pushed his finger in to the first knuckle. She gripped tightly around him adjusting to this new sensation. "Now, relax." Chelsea let out a deep sigh and let her muscles loosen. "Keep touching yourself." She resumed and shortly after he began to prod his finger deeper into her ass with short slow thrusts. Once his second knuckle breached her anus she began moaning again. Her head was beaded with tiny pearls of sweat that seeped into her hair causing it to cling to her forehead. Eventually, Brent had one finger all the way into her ass and one pumping her pussy as she rubbed her clit at a growing pace, whining and moaning. She couldn't believe she was actually enjoying this. Brent was getting immense pleasure out of watching this shy girl being so open and free with him. Brent slowly stuck a second finger inside her pussy and pumped a little faster. He watched as her fingers moved faster and more precisely. Her moaning became louder and more frequent. Suddenly Brent pulled completely out of her and said, "Stop. I'm gonna finish this." Chelsea removed her hand and stuck out her ass as far as she could. She was so close to cumming. And she would have soon if he hadn't stopped her. Brent spread her lips wide apart and dipped his head down. He licked and sucked at her hole until she was begging for release. "Brent, I need to cum. Please." Her breath was irregular and her words airy. Brent was more than happy to oblige. He moved immediately to her little swollen clit with precise and deliberate action. Soon after, Chelsea threw her head back and surrendered to her orgasm. The clock on the nightstand read 1 AM and Brent knew this night had to be cut short. But he was satisfied with the ground he had broken. Chelsea eased her hips back down to the bed and Brent joined her at her side. She was exhausted and was nestled up under the sheets and drifting off into sleep in no time. "Good night," he whispered. ***** Now, that's an ass, Clay thought to himself as Ms. Pumley pulled her carry-on bag from the bottom of her bedroom closet. She was wearing a cute little pink fitted jogging outfit. It was a beautiful sight to behold. "I will be home late Friday night," she said, trying to collect all the last minute item she felt like she'd need. "If you have any questions, Brent should be able to answer." Clay nodded. "Thanks for agreeing to help me on such short notice. And thanks for taking the time to spend with Rumple." Rumple was apparently short for Rumpelstiltskin. Why she named a cat after that fairytale antihero, no one will ever know. "He starts tearing up everything in the house if he doesn't get adequate attention." "It's no problem, Ms. Pumley," Clay responded politely. "I'm only 27, Clay. You can call me Angela." Oh, but I love calling you Ms. Pumley. Besides, the second 'a' is useless anyway. She collected her two bags and Clay walked her to the door. "Here is my spare. Give Rumple one can in the morning and one in the evening. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen, the television, computer, I don't care." "Thanks, Ms. Angela Pumley," He replied with the tiniest smirk in the corner or his mouth. Angela glanced back at him before exiting the apartment. She gave him a little smile showing she knew what he was doing and thought it was cute. "Goodbye, Mr. Clay Wheeler." Clay watched Angela slink away before closing the door to her apartment and heading straight to the window to watch her get into her cab and ride away. "Mr. Clay Wheeler," he repeated. Was she flirting with me? "Mrs. Angela Wheeler." Clay laughed out loud and ran into her bedroom to look through her drawers. Clay opened the top drawer of her bureau and found an assortment of plain-jane, run of the mill cotton briefs. He found himself quite disappointed. Then something caught his eye and he pulled the drawer out a bit farther. Apparently, Mrs. Angela Pumley was organized all the way down to her skivvies. In the back of the drawer were at least three dozen more panties. But these were really really hot. He pulled out a black thong that looked like it couldn't possibly be underwear. You don't wear these every day. You wear these for someone. He placed them back in the drawer with a big grin on his face and decided he'd leave and come back that evening to feed the cat. ********** Later that evening, Brent received a knock on his apartment door. "What's up? How's your first time kitty-sitting?" "Terrible," Clay responded, walking past him without waiting for an invitation. Brent closed the door and followed him into the living room. "The bastard scratched the leg up on that end table by the couch!" "How often are you going to see him? Did she tell you he gets pissy when he's ignored?" "Yeah, but I didn't think he'd actually do anything!" Clay plopped down on the couch and grabbed a pillow. "You gotta spend time with that cat, dude. He's like a little kid. He can't be left alone like that. How long did you leave him?" "Since, like, nine when she left." "You're an idiot. She's gonna kill you." "I know, bro. This is gonna ruin whatever chances I had with her." "Oh, come on!" Brent exclaimed. "You don't still think you've got a shot, do you?" "Whatever, dude. Where's Chelsea?" "At work. She'll be home in about 30 minutes." "You guys have plans?" Brent bit his bottom lip and smiled mischievously. "Dude, ask her if she's got any cute friends. You, know. In case Ms. Pumley doesn't work out. I gotta use all these tricks I read about on somebody." Brent picked up a throw pillow from the couch next to Clay and threw it at him. "Seriously, man, the only pussy of hers that you need to be stroking is the one eating her apartment. Get back down there and play with the damned thing before it does any more damage." ************************** Again a knock came on Brent's door. This time he hoped it was a shorter, prettier person. He smiled big when he saw that it was. Chelsea smiled back and walked in the apartment. "Couldn't wait 'til after you changed clothes?" She was dressed in her work clothes; baggy and unattractive. He, however, was dressed very sexy. He had a fitted designer t-shirt and jeans on. No shoes, but he had on clean white socks. That seemed really hot to her. He always looked so clean. She blushed as she realized how desperate she must have seemed to have come to his house before her own. He stepped toward her and gave her a welcoming hug. "You stink," he said bluntly. "That is so rude," she scoffed, pushing him away. "I smell like the seed store! I can't help it!" "No, it's fine. It just mean that you need to take your clothes off and maybe... take a bubble bath?" A smile crept on her face. She wanted to be mad about that comment he made but she knew he was only teasing. "That actually sounds nice. Are you going to join me?" "Nope." A look of confusion quickly replaced her smile. "I will be the administering bubble bath technician." "What?" "Just go sit on the bed 'til I get your bath ready." He walked into the bathroom and turned right back around and walked back out. "On second thought, come in here with me." She followed him into the bathroom and he shut the door. He had a devilish grin as he turned on the hot water in the tub. "Take off your clothes for me. I wanna see my woman." Chelsea laughed nervously. The light in the bathroom was bright and was just getting used to being exposed in the darkness. Knowing she wasn't going to win an argument about it, she complied with his request. Chelsea stood before him naked once again. Brent sat on the edge of the tub as the water filled it, admiring her healthy, ripe body. He reached out his arms beckoning her. She now stood between his knees while he ran his cool hands over her warm flesh. Her arms and legs got goosebumps at his touch. Inches from his face was her smooth mound. He ran his fingers across it periodically, causing her arousal to climb. He grabbed her ass and began to knead it with his fingers remembering the night before when he had done the same thing except from behind. Then he kissed a trail across her tummy. Brent stood up and eased her against the wall of the bathroom. His fully clothed body pressed against her naked one. Chelsea looked into Brent's steel blue eyes. "I missed you," he said lovingly and he took her mouth with his. Their kiss began softly but grew steadily into a more eager one. Finally, Brent broke the kiss. "I guess you missed me, too?" He chuckled and walked over to the tub and added the bubble bath. "Why do you have bubble bath?" she said half teasing, the other half genuinely curious. "Well, I like juniper. I saw it and I got it. Don't judge me," he snipped making Chelsea laugh. "Get in, it's ready." Chelsea climbed slowly into the hot bathwater. "This is so nice, thank you." "Thank you for being obsessed with me so much that you'd rather come and see me before going home after a long day's work." Brent took a handful of water and poured it over Chelsea's shoulders. She closed her eyes an moaned at how good it felt. Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 03 "As good as you treat me, do you blame me?" she said. "Oh. No, of course not. I mean, I'd be obsessed with me, too." He poured more water over her back. "You are so conceited, Brent!" He laughed. "And you're so modest, Chelsea. And I love it." He kissed her on the forehead and continued his pampering. "So, I've been meaning to ask you something." "What's that?" "Why did you let a conceited, pushy jerk like me take your virginity after the first date?" Whoa. She wasn't expecting that kind of question. She thought very carefully for a moment. Chelsea took a deep breath and spoke slowly. "I don't know why, or how I became so, but I was very comfortable with you by the end of the date. I wasn't comfortable with all the things you were doing that led to what happened that night, but I was comfortable with you. I wanted to leave before I told you that I was a virgin. But I stayed because a part of me really really wanted you to want me. I guess I needed that affection. And I stayed because you comforted me when I was afraid. You were like a different person when you found out and that made it easier for me to stay." "A guy who buys bubble bath for himself must have a soft side, right?" he joked lifting the mood a bit. "But I'm glad you stayed." She smiled at him. "Me, too." Brent leaned over the side of the tub and kissed her again. His hands again found her body and began fondling her breasts. His fingers worked her nipples into hard little pebbles before he slipped his hand under the water to her mound. Chelsea gasped slightly as he began rubbing the length of her. His fingers found her little hole and eased one inside causing her to gasp softly once again. After a few more strokes, he pulled out and searched for her clit. He rubbed gently causing Chelsea to moan into his mouth. He really loved that. He wanted to try something different today and thought that she might not go for it unless he used some sort of persuasion. "I wanna try something we've never done before." Chelsea glanced over at him concerned if she was going to like this or not. "Don't. It'll be fun. I think you'll like it." "Okay, what is it?" "Well, let's get you rinsed off and I'll show you." He used his hands to cup the water and pour it over her body, washing away the suds and bubbles. He asked her to stand and he continued to rinse her body. Finally, he grabbed a towel from the cabinet and began to dry her very tenderly. She was enjoying his pampering very much. Chelsea stepped out of the tub and wrapped the towel around her. He led her out into his bedroom. In one swift motion Brent shed his shirt and flung it to the floor. He stepped toward her, grabbed hold of the towel at either end and exposed her now dry body. He pulled her close using the towel before he dropped it to the floor. She kissed him first, to his surprise. She wasn't usually the one to initiate the kiss. Chelsea unbuttoned the five buttons of his fly and pushed them off his hips. This might not be as hard as I thought, Brent mused. He picked her up and playfully tossed her on the bed. "So what are you going to teach me now?" Chelsea inquired as he joined her on the bed, slipping off his boxer briefs. The sight of his cock stopped her breath for a moment; she was still getting used to it. Brent lay flat on his back at her right and grabbed his half-hard cock and started to stroke it slowly as Chelsea watched. "Straddle my chest," he instructed. She began to place her right leg over him. "No. Don't face me. Face away." Confused, she turned herself around and dragged her left leg across him to straddled his lower chest, slightly hovering above him. "Remember when you went down on me?" "Yeah." "Well, I'd like for you to do it again. Will you do that for me?" "Like this?" She supposed he wanted to see it from a different angle. "Yeah. Except I'll be going down on you at the same time." "What?" Chelsea blurted. She didn't mean to sound so displeased with the idea, she was just a little bewildered. "I don't think I can do that. I mean, I don't think I can do a good job when you're doing that to me." "Trust me, Chelse, it's awesome. You'll do fine." He was a little worried she wouldn't go through with it. But just before he could tell her she didn't have to he saw her bend down to assume the position. He felt her cool hand grip his cock. He placed his hands on her hips. "Let me lead you down." He pulled her ass down closer to his face. She adjusted to make herself more comfortable. Chelsea's pussy was spread open invitingly. Brent kissed her vulva and she moaned. "You start so you can get comfortable and I'll just jump in, okay?" "Okay," Chelsea replied. She timidly grasped his member in her hand and began to stroke it. Her speed increased as it grew in her hand and she placed her mouth over the head. She remembered what she had learned the last time and spit on her hand to lubricate him. When she was satisfied that he was wet enough she proceeded to push him further into her mouth. She was fully consumed in the task at hand. She really wanted to do good because he was so good when he did it to her. She had momentarily forgotten that he was about to begin on her. Without warning he dug right in causing her to jump slightly; partly from the surprise, partly from the pleasure. She moaned with him in her mouth and sent vibrations down his rod. The unexpected thrill caused him to moan into her pussy involuntarily which in turn sent vibrations through her as well. They quickly realized the benefits of this new trick and continued to moan against each other. Soon the moaning was natural and unscripted. The intensity of trying to enjoy the fruits of his labor and trying to maintain concentration on her own task was overwhelming. Brent squeezed Chelsea's ass as he licked her pussy. He could tell she was getting closer to the brink and sped up. As if on cue, she also sped up her sucking and added a hand to the base of his cock, pumping in rhythm with her mouth. He noticed that she seemed to be going faster and faster the farther she got to the edge. He put his focus around her clit, teasing and licking, drawing her closer and closer. She responded just as he expected. He felt himself approaching orgasm as well now. Her moans were getting louder and her breath quicker. She was now grinding her pussy against him unwittingly, sprinting desperately for the finish line. Finally, she released his cock, locked up and sailed over the edge into a nearly unconscious state. She took a moment to gather composure and remembered that she had a debt to repay. With renewed passion, Chelsea resumed her attentions on his abandoned member. She sucked and thrust him in and out of her mouth. She twirled her tongue all over and around him continually. She started to moan around his cock again remembering how good it had felt before. He responded positively, as she anticipated that he would. Her glossy pink lips, inches from his face, paired with the aroma that it exuded was such a turn on and soon he was thrusting gently into her mouth as he rubbed the length of her back and sides urging her on. After a few more moments of this bliss, Brent reached down and took his cock from her. "Sit up," he gasped. Slightly confused, she sat up on his chest and suddenly, his cock that he had been pumping erupted. Semen projected out of his cock and hit her unexpectedly across her breasts and tummy. Chelsea watched as he continued to milk his rock hard member. Another shorter burst shot toward her and landed on her thigh. Coming to his senses, Brent found himself hoping he hadn't totally grossed her out. He should have waited or gotten her out of the way first. But it was too late. He could only imagine what's going through her head. He didn't feel anything hit him so it all must have landed on her. Chelsea climbed off of him slowly and sat at the edge of the bed. She turned around and glared at him with a smirked. "I think you're gonna have to give me another bath." A sigh of relief escaped him and they both began to laugh. **************** Friday morning came. Clay was spending a lot more time with Rumple than he had originally planned but he made up for having to be there by imagining Ms. Pumley in all of those risqué garments he'd found. All week, he'd been debating on whether or not to spend the night in her bed. Last night, he figured, would probably be his last opportunity and he seized it. Clay striped down to nothing but his MP3 player and laid down in her bed. He imagined her masturbating where he now lay. He masturbated before he fell asleep and released himself into a pair of silky red panties that he'd decided were his favorite. Exhausted, he carelessly tossed them to the floor and fell back into the bed highly satisfied. It was 10 o'clock when he awoke, his MP3 player still pumping music tirelessly into his ear buds. Ms. Pumley would be back late tonight. He knew he'd have to clean up and put everything back exactly where he found it. There could be no evidence that he went snooping through her things; especially her underwear drawer! Clay tossed the covers away from him and sat up. Looking down, he saw his usual morning erection jutting out. His cock was of typical length but was bigger in girth than normal. He kept it trimmed for the simple fact that he hated hair. He even shaved his arms from time to time. A mischievous look crept across his face. One more go before I get to cleaning? Clay jumped out of bed and ran buck naked over to her dresser and pulled out a black and purple teddy that he'd found tucked away and laid it across the bed. Then he grabbed another silky pair of panties to aid in this wanton mission. He pulled a chair up to the bed and settled in. He flipped through his play list for an appropriate song and quickly looked around. In front of him was a sexy display. The teddy lay empty on the rumpled bed and the red panties on the floor by his feet that he had spent himself in the night before. He glanced backward at the bedroom door for a moment as if making sure no one was there. What are you worried about, man. Clean this shit up and she'll never suspect a thing. Clay started rubbing the silky pink panties across his stiff cock. The fabric was heaven and knew he'd have to get a pair for himself to use at home. He rubbed the end of his dick in the crotch of her panties knowing that it has also been inhabited by Ms. Pumley's pussy. He imagined the fabric being soaked in her juices as he stroked himself with it. He wished Ms. Pumley was wearing that teddy right then. She should have been laying across the bed posing for him as he pleasured himself for her. His cock was throbbing now. A noise distracted him for a moment and he froze. Probably just that fucking cat. He ignored it and continued. Ms. Pumley stood in the doorway of her bedroom with a slack jaw and wide eyes. She looked down at her red panties stained with cum. On the bed, she saw her only teddy sprawled out for the viewing pleasure of the young man that she had trusted to caretake her apartment while she was away for a funeral. She saw him pumping a fist full of her panties around his cock. "Clay," she said sternly. Clay heard another noise that had him doubting his cat theory. "Clay!" she shouted. Clay's head jerked back to see Ms. Pumley staring at him. "Ms. Pumley!" Clay exclaimed, ripping the ear buds from his ears. He threw the pink panties to the ground and stood up swiftly covering himself with a pillow. "Ms. Pumley, this isn't what it looks like!" That is all he could come up with. It was the worst thing for him to say. It was obviously exactly what it appeared to be. "What?" Angela scoffed. "What do you mean it isn't what it looks like, Clay?" She took a few steps closer to him. His eyes were fixed to the ground. He could never look her in the eyes again. "Well, let me tell you, Clay, what this looks like to me, and you can tell me if I'm wrong." She could see him shaking, clutching to her pillow for dear life hiding his now limp cock. "It appears, sir, that you have raided my private drawers, jacked off with my underwear and tossed them on the ground! It appears, sir, that you have placed my lingerie on the bed to aid you in jacking off again, into another pair of my underwear!" "Ms. Pumley, I'm so sorry, I'll clean this all up, I swear, I..." "Clay!" She shouted. "The damage has been done! I can never look at you the same. I appears as though you have a very intense crush on me and this is an issue that needs to be addressed." He heard her walking closer. "That is what it looks like. Am I close, Clay?" Her voice was less harsh than before. Perhaps she was calming down. "I was gonna have this all cleaned up before you got home tonight, I swear." "I realized yesterday that my flight left at 7 am, not 7 pm. And I'm glad I had overlooked that detail. Now I can see what kind of a boy you really are." Shame engulfed him. He knew what he did was wrong when he was doing it. He never intended for any of this to happen. "You're a very bad boy, Clay." Angela walked past him and skimmed her eyes over his slim body. "You were picturing me in this, weren't you?" Clay stood silent. "Well, if you're going to invade my privacy the way you have, you should at least answer the question!" she snapped. "Yes!" he squeaked, nearly in tears from the embarrassment and shame. "Yes, what?" "Yes, Ma'am," he surrendered. "Do you still want to see me wearing this?" "No," he said. "No, Ma'am!" "Well, why not? Moments ago you were so very passionate about it." She picked up the teddy and draped it over his shoulder. "You don't want to hurt my feeling any more, do you?" "No, Ma'am." "Then you do want to see me wearing this lingerie?" "Yes, Ma'am," he sighed, defeated. Through the slits in his puffy eyes he could see her manicured hand cup his chin. She slowly tilted his head up and forced him to meet her gaze. His eyes were glazed over full of tears on the brink of overflow. "All you had to do was ask." Clay watched in confusion as her hands began unbuttoning her blouse. "What?" Clay breathed. His brow was furrowed as his mind raced to put together what was going on. "Were you thinking about my breasts when you were jacking off?" she asked bluntly as she stood just a few feet from him. He was still in shock and could only answer her truthfully. His mind was in no shape to formulate any other response. "Yes, Ma'am." Angela's blouse fell to the ground and Clay's eyes were locked on her lacy white bra. His body was still quaking from nerves and his stomach was churning with butterflies. "And how did they look?" "I'm sorry?" He heard what she said. He just couldn't imagine how to answer such a question. "How did my breasts look when you imagined them?" she rephrased. Finally, with a quivering voice and a nervous glance away, he managed to respond. "Beautiful." He caught a glimpse of a look of great satisfaction from Angela. "Well, I hope they meet your expectations." Ms. Pumley reached one hand around and unclasped her bra and tossed it to the ground with her blouse. "Well?" She inched closer. All he could do was nod. He could feel his member growing once again behind the pillow. "Well, you want to touch them, don't you?" Again, she stepped closer. He studied her for a moment and reached out a timid hand. The other still clung to the pillow that hid his now raging hard on. He gently cupped her left breast in his trembling hand and ran his fingertips along it's curves. Angela's eyes never left his face as he nervously explored her. A tiny surge of bravery coaxed him to graze his thumb across her swelling brown nipple. She sighed softly. Her reaction nearly startled him. He looked up at her and she had her eyes closed, just enjoying his touch. Another tiny surge of courage urged him to continue. Clay moved to the other breast and fondled it in a similar fashion. This time he gently pinched her nipple bringing it to it's full hardness. Her eyes were still closed so he took that as encouragement that it was alright to continue. Just then, he noticed her left hand slowly creep to her hip and she unzipped the side zipper to her skirt. Clay looked back up and she met his eyes with hers. "And did you day dream about my pussy, too?" Clay's breaths were becoming more labored as the intensity mounted. "Yes, Ma'am," he managed to say. Angela allowed her skirt to fall to the floor revealing her matching white panties. Her curves were even more delicious than he had imagined. "For now I think it's your turn." Clay looked back up at her face and she was looking down at the pillow that he held so desperately to his body. Angela coaxed the pillow from him and he stood blushing wildly before her with a throbbing boner. "I am also very pleased," she said giggling to herself. Without warning she grasped his cock in her hand and gave it a squeeze. "Ah!" He almost came right then and there. "Don't give out yet, my young stud. Don't you intend on putting it to good use first?" Oh, shit, I think she's gonna let me fuck her! In true Clay style, he replies coyly, "If you'll let me, Angela." Angela grined very content and amused. "Today, you call me Ms. Pumley." She leaned in and kissed him eagerly. And to her surprise, Clay returned her kiss with great enthusiasm. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her in, pressing her chest against his. He could feel her nipples, like little pebbles, pushing into him. He was still nervous but had much more confidence now that her intentions were crystal clear. She wasn't disgusted by what she'd found him doing. She was turned on by it! Suddenly Angela pushed him away. "You wait here." Without another word, she sneaked off into the bathroom with the teddy in hand. Moments later she reemerged displaying the skimpy purple piece. Clay was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her. Angela walked over and stood in front of him for his inspection. "Does it look better on the bed?" Her breasts were spilling out the top and the teddy melded to her body. "No, Ma'am," he replied, his eyes glued to her beautifully full and curvaceous body. Angela climbed on top of her bed and assumed the doggy-style position with her face resting on the mattress. Her rich black hair spilled out around her head and her ass jutted out into the air. "Now does it look better on the bed?" Clay's breath was again shallow and labored. "Yes, Ma'am," he groaned. He reached down for his cock subconsciously and started to stroke himself. Angela's hungry eyes drank him in. It had been a long time since she'd received this type of admiration. "Did you fuck any girls in my bed while I was gone, Clay?" Angela crawled over to him at the edge of the bed. "No, Ma'am," he said. "I swear." Her eyes narrowed at him. "It's been a long time since I've had a man in my bed, Clay. When was the last time you got some pussy?" He was really hoping this wouldn't come up. But he knew if he didn't tell the truth, she'd figure it out soon enough. "Well, I got some head after prom last May." She smiled questioningly. "You're telling me you're a virgin, Clay?" "I just never found a girl I liked enough, I guess," he admitted shyly. Angela smiled again and bit her bottom lip. "But I've done extensive research on the subject." She wasn't sure if he was kidding at first but when the corner or his mouth went up she laughed out loud. "You're a very clever fellow, aren't you? Well, today, your research project is due, Mister. Stand up." She now sat at the end of the bed in front of him. "I'm gonna suck you off first. You'll be able to get hard again, right?" Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 03 "Oh, shit." Clay whispered. "Oh, fuck. Yes, Ma'am." "I just don't want you cumming too soon. I want to make sure you get an A." Clay groaned when she pushed her wet lips past the head of his cock. He knew it wasn't going to take long before he burst. He had been close when she found him and had been waiting since then for a release. Angela worked her magic up and down his shaft. She skillfully kneaded, sucked, licked and pumped Clay to completion. Just before he lost all his senses he tried warn her. But she knew it was coming and allowed him to expel in her mouth. A deep guttural groan mindlessly escaped him as she pumped him dry. They both grinned with satisfaction. "Now, what do you think we can do while your little soldier recuperates?" Angela layed on her back, propped up on her elbows with her knees bent and her legs spread wide. "Well?" "I guess... I could..." he stammered. "I think I should probably, maybe..." "Eat my pussy?" His eyes rolled back and he closed his eyes. This was all too good to be true. "Yes, Ma'am," he said under his breath. Angela reached out her hand for him and pulled him onto the bed. He was now on top of her, looking into her eyes. He kissed her briefly before descending down her body. He first stopped at her breasts. He had to have those tender little beads in his mouth. He slowly pulled down her top. After licking and sucking for a while, he continued down her body. He got between her legs and realized he didn't know what he was doing. I'm just gonna roll with it and see what happens. I have a feeling she's gonna tell me what to do if I'm doing something wrong. Slowly, Clay pulled back the crotch of the teddy revealing a glistening pink pussy. A little patch of black hair sat above it like a crown. It was magnificent. He took a deep breath and touched her. It was soft and silky; warm and wet. He ran his thumb up and down the length of it several times. Angela sighed. "That feels good, baby." Clay found encouragement and enthusiasm in that and decided to stick his finger inside of her. When he did, she let out another, deeper sigh. He proceeded to pump his finger in and out a bit before he added the second. "Aaah!" she exclaimed. Clay felt his cock stiffening in response to her pleasure. He pumped his two fingers in and out of her, slowly at first and gradually sped up. Little pants escaped her. He leaned in putting his face inches from her beautiful mound. Her smell was very pleasant and he couldn't wait to taste her. Clay extracted his fingers put his mouth on her pussy and licked her from bottom to top. "Aaah! Yes, baby. That's good." Clay continued his assault on her slit drawing moan after moan from her. He'd seen it done before so he knew to start out slow and speed up, just like when he masturbated. He must have been doing a pretty good job because her breath was getting quicker and more shallow. After several minutes of licking and sucking he thought he'd put his fingers back inside her. He felt her fingertips running through his hair. "Oh, Fuck! Clay, baby, that's very good. Fuck, that's a very good boy." Simultaneously, Clay pumped and licked her pussy. He had read a trick about fingering a girl's g-spot and decided there was no better time to test it out. His hand was already palm up and he curled his fingers upward and found a little patch of spongy flesh inside of her. He began massaging her g-spot with every pass. "Oh, Fuck! Fuck! Clay, I'm gonna cum. Stay on my clit and keep fingering me." Clay dare not change his pace and focused on her clit. Suddenly the massaging fingertips on his head were clenched into his hair, pushing his face down onto her pussy. Her hips began to grind into him as she took control. "Aaaaaah!" Angela's orgasm raced through her as she held his face against her. Finally, she released him and threw her head back into her pillow. "Please tell me you're hard again," she panted. "I am very hard, Ms. Pumley," Clay said with anticipation and grasped his cock in his hand for confirmation. Angela sat up and looked at him. "How often do you think about fucking me?" Clay's eyes closed as he started to stroke his cock, getting it ready for her. "Every day," he finally replied. "Oh, my. You do have a crush on me. Well what position do you want to try first?" First? Oh, this is best day of my life! Clay thought for a moment. He remembered what she looked like on her hands and knees before. "Doggy-style," he said. "I want to fuck you from behind really bad." "That's my favorite," Angela said smiling. She stripped her teddy off and lay on the bed before him completely naked. "Are you ready?" "I am so ready. Wait, we need a condom, right?" "I'm all taken care of. Don't worry. Besides, you don't want to wear a condom for your first time, do you?" "Not if I don't have to." Angela assumed the position, pointing her ass back at him. Clay took another deep breath and took his place behind her. Her pussy was sopping wet and begging for more attention. He placed the head of his cock at her entrance. Just that alone felt amazing. He slowly pushed into her. Every inch was another slice of heaven. Finally he bottomed out and they moaned in unison. Clay put his hands on either side of her ass to help him glide in and out of her with a great amount of control. He was merely savoring every single sensation that her wet velvety core was offering. He didn't know how crazy he was making her. "Fuck, Clay, stop teasing me! I need you," Angela cried. With that, Clay sped up his pace. Just when he couldn't imagine it feeling any better, it did. He soon found himself ramming his cock into her faster and faster until he was comfortable with the pace. "Oh, yeah, baby. That feels so good!" Angela cried. "Holy fuck. Fuck. Fuck," Clay exclaimed, on the verge of loosing his mind. Clay felt her thrusting back to meet him. Their skin was smacking together with every stroke. They went on like this for at least 15 minutes. At times he'd slow down and grind into her just to tease her and switch up the pace. But they always found themselves back to the coordinated pounding. An all too familiar tightness formed in his gut. His balls were drawn up close and his cock was harder than it's ever been in his life. "I'm gonna cum soon," he warned breathlessly. "What do you want to do?" she asked, equally as breathless. "I want to cum," he said. "Where do you want to cum?" Angela clenched around his cock as hard as she could. "I want to cum inside of you!" he shouted. "Inside of my what, Clay?" "I want to cum in your pussy, baby. Fuck, I wanna cum in your fucking pussy!" He started ramming into her as fast and as hard as he could until he brought himself to his peak. Several more sharp thrusts drained his sac and his energy. He withdrew and collapsed on his back on the bed. Angela followed right behind him and mounted him in the inverted missionary position. "It's my turn," she said. Angela began riding his cock and ground her clit into his body. Minutes later she achieved her own orgasm and collapsed on top of him. Their labored breaths were raspy and deep. After several minutes Angela rolled off of him and climbed off the bed. "How about breakfast?" Clay smiled. "Sounds awesome." "You get this mess cleaned up like you promised and I'll make you some pancakes," she said as she slipped on her robe. "Yes, Ma'am," he replied. She disappeared in the other room and he started picking up all the dirty clothes. "Clay," Angela shouted from the living room. Her voice was drastically different from moments before. "What the hell happened to my end table?!"