0 comments/ 999970 views/ 15 favorites Virgin Teen By: Sebastian I quickly closed the folding doors, trapping myself in my sister Ashley's bedroom closet. Just in time to keep from getting caught, too. What was she doing back already? They told me she wasn't coming back until Saturday. But there she was bouncing up the steps, singing some song to herself. Hopefully, I thought, she'll need to go to the bathroom, and I can make my escape then. It turns out I was very wrong about that possibility. Very wrong. She tossed her travel bags on the bed and then sat down on the end, directly facing the closet. Trapped, I thought. And if she found me, her birthday surprise -- which I was trying to hide for her so she would discover it when she returned from her trip -- would be ruined. I knew she couldn't see me through the small crack between the doors (I hadn't managed to close them all the way before it was too late). But I had a good view of her. I guess I think she's pretty hot. That may sound strange coming from a brother, but then we are all mother nature's children. So what can I say? Sitting there on the bed in her tight faded jeans, her pussy straining at the crotch so I could see the sides of it pushing around the middle seam. The purple tank-top shirt she was wearing -- also tight -- and the black bra whose straps were showing on her shoulders. The long brown hair that she had just let down, setting the ribbon down beside her. It wasn't until she unsnapped her pants that I started to panic. She would be pissed, I assumed, if she knew I hid in her closet and watched her undress. I had to announce myself even if it meant a ruined surprise. And I would have if she hadn't done something that completely floored me. I didn't think she masturbated, though I guess I never really asked myself. But there she was, her hand slowly rubbing up and down across her crotch. I recognized her class ring with its blue birthstone. I never expected to see it so close to her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and she had her head tilted up to the ceiling fan. The fan was turning slowly and stirring up the smell of her perfume. My heart was beating in my ears. I was surprised Ashley couldn't hear it. There was, of course, no way I could announce myself. Too much embarrassment. Her breath was getting short and I could tell her face was flushing. Was she going to come right there? She sat up and unzipped her pants, pushing them down to her knees. Black panties just like her bra. Then she lay back on the bed, shoving one of the travel bags off onto the floor. Both hands massaged her crotch. She spread her thighs wider, sighing now, absolutely positive that no one was around. I am ashamed to admit it, but I pulled my pants down also, and started doing what she was doing. So what if she caught me? I wasn't thinking clearly at that moment. I though she was close to orgasm and could not believe I was going to be so close to her when she did it. She had one leg lifted slightly, tugging on the wadded jeans now at her ankles. She kicked off her sandals, one falling on the soft throw-rug at the foot of her bed and the other clattering on the hard-wood floor. She pulled off the jeans and the panties. The panties she tossed at the closet and they fell just inches from the crack between the doors. I wanted to grab them up. The smell of Ashley's sex juice was now starting to overpower the perfume. I wanted to grab the panties up and shove them into my mouth. Now that they were drenched with her cum. But I didn't dare open the doors. With her pants off, she straddled the edge of her bed and began to hump against it, holding on tight. That's when she started saying my name. Over and over as she slid up and down the edge of her bed, wrinkling the blanket. She was saying my name while she was doing it. I wasn't sure how to think about that, but I knew I was enjoying this moment. Before she climaxed, she stopped and slid off the bed. She got up on her knees and said she wanted to be fucked. Then she said she wanted me to do it. That was stimulating in itself, but what followed was simply unbelievable. "You can come out of there," she said. "I saw you closing the doors as I came up. Decided to see if you would stay even when I...when I started fucking myself." I opened the doors and stood there my pants down staring at her, flushed and panting and on her knees. I got on my knees in front of her and held her bare shoulders. "Wait," she said and reached behind me to get the soaked black panties. "Taste these first." She put them up to my mouth. I put my tongue out and touched the damp spot in the center. She did indeed taste as good as I imagined. Ashley pulled off her shirt and let her bra fall to the floor onto the soft throw-rug. Her tits were full and round with small rings around the nipples. I got undressed and came closer to her, lowering her onto the rug. Her skin was hot and soft, the nipples hard little nubs on top of the soft flesh underneath. "I've never done this before," she said. "Let's make it special." I was ready to push inside her, my cock just touching the warm wet lips between her thighs. She grabbed hold of my back and told me to start into her. She groaned when I did, when I shoved up into the very slick small tunnel. As I thrust inside her, her hands moved down to my ass, and she started pulling me to her. Her breath came in short quick gasps and soon she climaxed around my cock. We clung to each other tightly, savouring our moment together. When I later explained to her that I was in the closet because I was trying to hide her birthday surprise, she told me it was the best birthday surprise she had ever had. Virgin Territory My mini road trip or adventure as I like to call it, seems to be taking forever. I have been waiting for what seems like forever for these twenty-four hours. I'm sure it's the anticipation, the excitement, and yes because it's me, nerves because I never do things like this. Of course there is fear looming all around any other emotions racing through me. I know people meet other singles online every day, in fact I have quite a few times before. I just have never driven four hours before to meet them, so it feels a bit strange, maybe even desperate. However, every moment of apprehension is met with a memory from our marathon phone conversations and of course the lyrics. Jax is a musician/songwriter and has sent me lyrics he's written about us. Not the lovey dove words that most women would swoon over, but lustful, erotic scenes that make me personally melt, probably in a puddle of my own lady cum. A thought which makes me blush furiously. We hit almost every topic we can think of; childhoods, our jobs, friends, exes. We can even discuss the taboo; religion, politics, and yes of course sex. He is so sexually grounded. He knows exactly what he likes, what he wants and makes no apologies for it. That is definitely a quality that has attracted and intrigued me about him from the start. I am definitely not the Virgin Mary by any means; I've had my share of sexual experiences, and they were usually with men I've dated for an acceptable amount of time, my brain flashes to memories of the couple of alcohol hazed one nighters that I can't ever seem to erase from my brain. Even so, every experience was okay, and exciting in its own way. I'd have to say, if I'm truly honest with myself I'd have to admit they were all damn boring, but I have a mammoth sized libido I'd like to keep intact just in case I finally find the man that is always represented in my fantasies. He is usually masked by my celeb-boyfriend of the week and always does the vilest and most dominating things my mind can conjure up. In fact, I know if it weren't for the strict moral code engraved on the steel chastity belt placed so carefully on my conscious by my bible thumping parents, I'd be the most popular hooker in the red light district. I start thinking about Jax and I fucking over a pool table after he reddened my ass with pool cue for not winning the pool game. Of course he's deliciously laid out the plot points in a song he wrote for me called "Play for Punishment". My naughty mind is just taking it to the next level. I can't help but squeeze my thighs together to help the building pressure down below. I'm not wearing any panties under my black cotton dress and I know the upholstery of my car seat is paying the price. The smell of my juices is quite abundant which is not helping my body's neediness. Thank God for Marlboros and body spray to keep the muskiness from clinging so obviously to my dress. I know I'm going to sleep with Jax, it's pretty much a given with the way our conversations have been going, not to mention the chemistry he and I produce through the phone. We have so many things that we want to explore that we figured we would need a full day, to even begin to touch on them all. ----------------------------------- "So you gonna fuck her Jax?" Shane asked, as he cracked a peanut shell on his glass, popped the tiny morsel into his mouth, and washed it down with a swig of dark beer. I stared into my Jack and Coke, watching the ice cubes twirl as I spun it slowly in my hand. "Probably." I said. "I guess that's always the plan, right? But I really think there's something different about this one." "I've heard that before." He said, as the cute little bartender in the short skirt set a couple of shots on the bar in front of us. "Remember what I told you man. They're all sluts. They've only got one thing in mind, and that's your dick slamming into their twat." "I don't know about all that." I said. "Especially not with this one, I mean I'm pretty sure she wants me after all we've talked about, but she's definitely got something real about her." He hesitated for a moment as he pushed one of the shot glasses toward me. "Promise me one thing." He said. "You'll at least make her give you some good noggin." I lifted my shot. "Well, her name is Briana Jordan. She does have the right initials for it." "To hot bitches and blow jobs." He said, as our glasses clinked. My mind kept spinning on the way home. Partially due to the alcohol coursing through my veins, and the bright sun shining in my window, but mainly because of the anticipation of meeting Briana for the first time. I usually don't get nervous about this kind of thing. Although, it's true that you can never know what to expect when you meet a girl online, Briana was just so easy to talk to. She seemed to be a lot less innocent than she gave herself credit for, but I guess that's one of the things I was initially attracted to about her, that and the fact that we've been completely honest with each other about our sexual feelings. I was starting to feel my balls tingle as I rounded the corner to my house, and the truth was. I knew we had a deep connection and I definitely wanted to throw her a bone. During one of our most recent conversations she mentioned that she might be a bit nervous when we met. So I promised her I just would bend her over my kitchen table the minute she walked in my door, to eliminate the need for nervous chatter. She seemed totally fine, if not excited about that. As I pulled into my driveway I was excited to finally meet her, but all I could picture was lifting that little black dress. I hadn't even killed the engine yet, when I saw her pull in behind me. She looked stunning as she stood there innocently, holding her the handle of her overnight bag in both hands, as her long blonde hair blew in the wind. I guess my neighbor must have thought so too, because he ran over a small bush with his lawnmower. When it became a reality that she was finally standing right in front of me, all of the great conversations we had up until this point were swirling through my head, but for some reason, at that point, I was drawing a blank. She appeared just as humble as she was beautiful, and just as bashful as she was witty. "How was your trip?" I finally managed, after we both lit a cigarette with her pink little lighter. Her voice was even sexier than it had sounded on the phone, and after a few minutes of small talk, I took her in my arms, planted a kiss on her soft lips, and then invited her inside. I took her bag from her and tossed it next to my table which was right inside the door, and I spun her around with the fingers of one hand woven between hers, and the other gently urging her forward. She bent at the waist, and I nudged her feet with mine, forcing her legs apart. Then I lifted her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. My heart was racing full speed in my chest, and my cock was already stiff. Briana was tall for a girl, and had killer legs. Her ass was round and firm, with a barely noticeable tan line, and her pink pussy lips were dripping with moisture. I struggled with my zipper, but once it was open, my dick jumped right out, and I guided it inside her. ----------------------------------- Jax is thrusting inside me, and I'm fairly certain his package is a bit too large for my body to handle. "Oh my Gosh!" It feels so amazing. The effect of his gentle hands rubbing up and down my body, is bordering on mind blowing. My mind is racing, and my thoughts include the classic self-deprecating phrases like "you're a slut"; but thanks to his hard cock slamming into my extremely wet pussy the thoughts are slowly turning into mush. Before I know it, his hand comes slamming down on my ass in one piercing blow. I scream....damn that hurts and oh it's everything I had hoped and fantasized it would be. "You should stop thinking so hard" he says. I immediately obey and let myself go, and I could tell he notices. We are meeting each other thrust for thrust now as we both get thrown into the moment. He slaps my ass again and I grunt in agony, and immediately let out a loud moan as the pain settles into a throb centered right in the middle of my clit. "Damn, that's sexy! Your ass is so red" Jax moans as he plows forward. This is so hot, and for me a little dangerous. I can feel a building pressure in my tummy but logically I know it's not an orgasm. I've never had one and I honestly believe I just have broken equipment in that department. Jax has already probed and explored parts of my insides that others haven't explored, must have moves that just make sex more intense than what I'm used to. He drags my dress over my head, unclasps my bra and my breasts fall heavy on the table. The friction of the wood grain against my tight nipples has me moaning and groaning. Jax is damn near silent, but the fervor, in which he grabs my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, tells me he's right with me on the intimacy scale. I've never felt so sexy in my life. He pinches my nipples hard and I shriek from the glorious pain. It seems like he is oblivious to my pain induced screams, and he becomes even more aggressive and primal in his fucking. My pussy is clenching tight around him as the storm brews in my abdomen, I feel like jumping out of my skin from pleasure. His hands shift to my ass as he pummels his way into my sex. I can feel my thighs tighten like piano wire, and I am clutching the side edges of the table bracing for the next spanking, but I'm not prepared for where his hands... "Oh God, Jax....that's um, oh my...." I tense up as his thumb rims my ass. It is unexplored territory and has always been a no go area for me. When I've told Jax this in the past, he's always replied with a sly, "We'll see." I know he can sense my nervousness, so his response to that is to pull out and spin me around; he passionately kisses me as he lays me back on his table. He spreads my legs wide, and pulls me right to the edge so my ass is hanging off the table. I look at him with longing, and a bit of apprehension which I can tell he appreciates. His smile is so gorgeous and erotic as he looks from my exposed and no doubt wet pussy up to my eyes. "You're absolutely beautiful!" he professes breathlessly. I'm not sure what part of me he's referring to, until he makes it obvious by lowering himself to his knees and licks me from clit to ass. I shoot up from the table out of pleasure and embarrassment. "Jax! You don't have to do that! I mean we were just ya know, doing it, and I'm sure it's not, ya know fresh down there...." I know I'm blushing, I know I probably seem sophomoric to him right now, but instead of judgment he looks me square in the eye, and I feel his breath on my thighs as he exhales and inhales deeply. "You smell intoxicating, addicting even." I turn bright red, but begin to relax a bit as he goes back to sensually kissing my slit. He's driving his tongue in and out of my hole, while driving me out of my mind. He lowers his tongue to my forbidden zone. I pause to stop him, but he just holds my hips and legs even tighter as he executes a sexual thrall on my asshole. I can't breathe. It's amazing. He slides two fingers in my pussy, moves his mouth to my clit and performs the hoover maneuver on it. I start thinking that if he sucks any harder he's gonna inhale the damn thing! My mind is filed with kaleidoscopes, my hands are holding his head while my hips shamelessly grind down on his face, and I am hoarse from screaming his name. Just when I think my body has taken the most pleasure it can bear, Jax lays down his pie'ce de resistance', he covers his thumb in my juices and rams it up my ass! Euphoria! Fireworks! "Holy Crap I'm cumming!" And that's what I'm screaming as he looks at me, winks and says "just wait for round two." ----------------------------------- "But not quite yet." I said, as I reached for a towel to wipe up the puddles of cum that had dripped down her leg, and gathered in pools on the table and floor. "First I need to show you off." I said, spreading her legs so I could get one more look at the damage I had done. "Maybe you should cover that thing." I said, as I gave her pussy a solid smack, and let the pads of my fingers slap hard against the tenderness of her clit. She clenched her cheeks, her calves tensed up, and her heels fell off the table, but the part that sent a shiver through my nether regions was that pained look of pleasure in her eyes. She was already mine, and she didn't even know it yet, but I planned to have her completely under my control by the end of the night. She jumped from the table and started digging through her bag. "How about these?" She asked, holding up a pair of plain white panties. "These." I said, pointing at a black lacy thong, without enough material to protect her from my probing fingers and cock in the near future. "I want to be able to see those red marks on your cheeks, anytime I feel like it." She shivered as she bent over and stepped into them, exposing her ass and hungry cunt to me one more time. We decided to take her car, but she tossed me the keys. "Your town. Your bar." She said. "You're in charge of getting us there safely." As I got in, I saw a dark spot on the tan upholstery of the driver's seat. Her juices started to soak into my pants as I sat down, and by the time we had reached the bar, which was only a few blocks away I could feel them tickling the soft skin of my ball sack. "I don't know how to say this without making myself sound anymore innocent and naive." She said, as she turned her head away from me and looked out the window. "But that was my...uh...first orgasm." "From me you mean?" I said, staring straight ahead at the road. "No. Period." She said, as she made a weak attempt at eye contact. "No one has ever made me come before." "Well, I'd have to say this wet spot I'm sitting in would say otherwise." I said. Her faced turned bright red; she grasped for the door handle, and made a valiant attempt to lunge out the door. I caught her by the hem of her dress and pulled her toward me. She resisted at first, but then relented, allowing me to drag her back so her crotch and ass were close enough to my nose for me to smell the musky scents emanating toward me. I smacked her ass hard, forcing a screech to sneak out from between her lips. "Your ass is mine." I said, as I smacked her again. She nodded and screeched. I laid into her this time turning her ass a bright red with my handprints "Say it!" I demanded, as I moved the tiny little string covering her privates, so I could get a better view, and buried two fingers in her tightly clenched bum hole. "My ass is yours! She screamed in ecstasy as her sphincter clamped down on my fingers, her pussy lips opened, her clit twitched, and a burst of fluid squirted toward me. As we walked into the bar, every eye turned toward us. It was mainly just the regulars, a couple guys scattered here and there, watching the end of the ball game, and waiting for the band to start. I could tell Briana felt them gawking at her as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. I led her past them to a couple of empty stools at the bar. "Jack and Coke, and Limon and Diet." I said, as I took a seat. "You remembered." Briana said her eyes full of smiles as she started to hop up on the stool. Then I saw her wince as her hand made contact with the hard wood, and she seemed to remember the soreness still tugging at the skin of her tender bottom. I raised my fingers to her nose so she could smell the scent of her ass, hoping she would remember the source of her pleasure and pain. She sat down quickly, running her fingers through her hair as if she just realized that her tousled hair, smeared lipstick, and that look in her eyes were announcing to the whole room that she had just been fucked raw and hard. I slipped my fingers in her mouth, allowing the taste to soothe her as the bartender handed us our drinks. "So when do I get to make you cum?" She asked, in an attempt at regaining her confidence. "You know I've been dreaming of giving you head since you sent me those lyrics." "Are you gonna swallow?" I asked in return as I took a sip of my drink." Her face turned red again. "Of course." "Probably sooner than later then." I said. The band took the stage, and she seemed to relax, as most of the crowd turned their stares away from her. I could tell she was still getting used to the ache in her ass, both on her cheeks and in her tender hole. What she didn't know, is that I had another twist to the exploration of her virgin territory waiting for her when we got home. "Want to dance? She asked, as she stood up with her drink in one hand and motioned for me to come with the other. Just then some drunk asshole bumped into her and spilled Limon and Diet all over the front of dress. "Oh My Gosh!" She said, trying not to appear frantic, as she tried to cover her erect nipples which were poking through the wet fabric. I was trying to decide between knocking the mother fucker out, and fantasizing about how quick I could get her out of that dress. Instead, I put my arm around her shoulder, and led her out of the bar toward the bathrooms. While she was in the women's room cleaning herself up, I was standing watch outside. I noticed as one of the waitresses came out in the hallway, grabbed a mop bucket from the janitor's closet, and when she was done, left the door open a crack. When Briana emerged she was smiling. "Got most of it out." She said, looking down at the front of her dress. I wasn't listening however. I grabbed her by the arm, pulled into the janitor's closet, and unzipped my zipper. ----------------------------------- For a split second I'm confused, but I recognize that look in his eye. That sexy, smoldering, I'm calling the shots, you'll get fucked however I please, and I swear to Christ you're gonna like it, look. My body instantly responds with a fresh pool of juices between my shaky thighs. Jax put his hands on my shoulders and pushes me to my knees. I am salivating. I have wanted to wrap my mouth around his cock for months. My mind is reeling and I really wish it wasn't, because he is so talented; with his mouth, hands, and cock. Heck even his song lyrics exclaim, "There have been hundreds before you that I've dominated and fucked into oblivion. Hardcore naughty girls that are experienced and can suck me off until I'm screaming, "I'm not an emotionally unavailable man whore, just a dark knight casanova and I choose you over some naive Pollyanna who can count her sexual partners on one hand!" My thoughts do tend to have a flair for the dramatic at times, and at times like this, I wish my mind would just shut the heck up. I regroup, telling myself that until I met this man I have been a confident, self-assured woman and the lack of notches on my bed post have nothing to do with natural talent and a heck of a lot of determination. Right now I'm determined to make this man cum so hard that I'm choking on his jizz. I envelope his helmet with my tongue and lips, applying a small amount of suction to his tender skin as I suck him in. I am sexually captivated by his smell, his taste, the feel of his thick vein on my tongue. I have his entire cock in my mouth and partially down my throat. I actually gag on him a little because of his size. I'm mortified, but he's turned on. He groans and his cock pulses, which isn't helping my gag reflex issue at the moment. I pull my mouth back while spiraling my tongue around him, and flick it back and forth on the underside of his tip. Jax puts his hands in my hair and pulls right at the roots.....Oh God, that feels so good. I am moaning now as I slam him toward the back of my mouth, my chin is rubbing his balls while I deep-throat him. He is tense. I move my hands to his ass cheeks squeeze and push him in deeper. Virgin Territory When I need a moment to catch my breath I take advantage of the opportunity to explore his massive balls. I bathe them with my tongue, and even though it's a struggle, I manage to get them both in my mouth where I suck and lick with all the passion I have. I can't stop moaning, I'm so turned on; by finally having his cock in my mouth, his manly smell, his hands pulling my hair, his grunts, and strangely enough, every time I think about someone walking in, my clit pulses. It's so erotic, the thought of being caught on my knees with this gorgeous mans' cock in my mouth. I want more. I imagine a waitress walking in while Jax is fucking me, or better yet, while he's spanking me. The thought recycles through my mind while I return to face fucking Jax. I am so wet; my nipples are tight and rubbing on his jean clad thighs. My moans, his grunts, and sucking noises fill the room while Jax's dick starts throbbing in my mouth. I'm completely caught off guard when I am hit with a powerful orgasm that has me trembling. "Oh fuck that's hot Briana!" Jax screams, while I feel his hot cum fill my mouth. There's so much that my tongue has to play cleanup. I lightly lick his entire length and his sac while breathing in his scent one last time before sitting back on my heels. I look up in to his satisfied stare and ask, "so how about that dance?" The smile that spreads across Jax's face surprisingly doesn't have an effect on my vagina; it has an effect on my heart. That grin tells me that my scary thoughts may actually just be that; scary thoughts, not the reality of the situation. His handsome smile is full of happiness, attraction, appreciation, meaning, and connection. Jax and I walk back through the bar with our hands entwined and he leads me straight for the dance floor. The song the band plays next is so perfect for this moment it's as if they know what we've just been up to. Suddenly it hits me that many of the patrons are staring. "What's wrong Briana? You're completely red!" Jax says. In a quiet panic I respond; "Not to sound egotistical, but I feel like everyone is staring at me." I touch my throbbing lips and can tell they are swollen. He laughs and says, "Well you look like a very pleased woman at the moment. Not to mention I'm sure they are hoping to catch a glance up your short dress." He's teasing me I can tell. "Or maybe they are staring at the rather large and obvious bulge in your pants, and that's what they are lusting after. I mean, I can hardly blame them." I'm smirking at him. This flirtatious banter along with the sexy music is a powerful aphrodisiac. "Let's give them all a show." Jax says as he wraps me up in a strong sexy embrace while swaying my limp body to the music. At this point a few other couples have joined us on the dance floor, but I barely notice because I'm locked in his sensual and powerful gaze. Jax's hands are resting on the top curves of my ass, and mine are running up and down his muscular back. I feel my nails lightly scratching his skin through his button down. I am fully aware that his cock is standing at full attention and because we fit so perfectly together, he has it grinding into my juicy pussy. I moan in his ear as I lay kisses and small bites on his neck. He leans in to my neck and whispers, "Do you notice how turned on you get when we start getting it on in public? If I could bear to be away from you tonight, I'd risk arrest to fuck you right here on the dance floor." I gasp at his naughty words and look around to see if we're being watched, but it seems for the most part everyone has started paying attention to their own stuff. We start gliding and grinding our way to a dark corner of the dance floor and before I know what hits me, Jax grabs my face and kisses me hard, I moan loudly and he uses the opportunity to fill my mouth with his probing and talented tongue. He turns me in his arms so my back is to his front and we start grinding to the beat of the music. "God I love the way you smell" he says as he inhales my neck, and then begins a sexual torment on my ear and throat. I'm using all of my best dance moves on him, rubbing my ass into his crotch and putting my fingers through his belt loops as we match each other thrust for thrust to the music. Slyly, I feel Jax's hand sliding up the back of my thigh and in between my legs. He slides my thong over and begins slowly fingering me while we dance. For once in my life I have no shame. While consciously I know others probably have no clue he's expertly playing with my g-spot, honestly I don't know if I'd even give a shit if they did. As if reading my mind Jax's gravelly voice sends me over the edge; "Now everyone in here knows you're mine, that your body is mine, that your pussy and ass are mine. Who's body is this Briana?" I'm so lost in pleasure I forget to respond. Suddenly I feel the absence of his fingers and a sharp pain on my asshole. He flicked it! "Ouch!" I exclaim. "Answer me Briana, who owns your body? Who owns your pleasure?" Jax demands. Breathlessly and desperately I respond, "You Jax, only you. It's your body, I'm yours." I can feel his grin on my hair. "Good girl." He says as he slides his fingers back inside. -------------------------------- The music stops just long enough for the band members to take a drink, and say a few clever words to the crowd. When I hear the first few notes of the next song, I have to smile to myself. If I've learned anything about Briana over the last few hours, it's that my words, written or spoken have just as much power to turn her on as my touch. I spun her around so she's facing the lead singer. "Remember I told you about Shane? I asked. "You mean your best friend? She asked. I nodded, and just then he came down off the stage and handed me the microphone, and took my spot behind Briana. I stared right into her eyes as I sang the opening lines to the song I wrote for her, "Nice Guys Finish Last." Her eyes were overtaken by that dreamy look she gets when I talk dirty to her, and I saw her shiver. I watched one of her hands drop to her crotch, and the other grasped at her breast as I fucked her with my eyes. I could see her start to blush again, as the thought really started to set in, that the whole crowd was catching on to our game. It was clear she wanted to look away, but she knew better. I screamed the words, "Beg me! Beg me!" and I watched her tremble. I knew without a shadow of a doubt, that even after all the play she had gotten; her pussy was once again a sloppy mess. The crowd was going wild around her, feeding off of my words. They weren't even paying attention now, but I knew she was enjoying the company as her eyes sparkled, and she came once again.I bowed, stepped down from the stage, handed the mic back to Shane, and led her out of the bar by her hand. "What the fuck was that?" She asked as we got into the car. "You didn't tell me it was Shane's band, you asshole." She added with a silly grin. I drove home with a smile on my face knowing that wasn't the biggest surprise she was going to get tonight. She had made it very clear what kind of things turned her on, and which things she was absolutely not okay with. What she was about to find out was how truly good I was at persuading doors to open that are usually considered locked shut. They say time flies when you're having fun. If that is true then I must have been having the time of my life with Brianna, because every time I looked at my watch another huge chunk of our time was gone. Ever since we had started talking we have discussed the experiences we would have if we ever met. Last week when we finally decided on a date, we realized that we would probably need at least twenty-four hours to fulfill them all. We had already crossed off a few of them, but the clock was ticking, and there were still a bunch more that we hadn't even scratched the surface of yet. I had a feeling there where some we wouldn't even get to, but I wasn't complaining, that just seemed to leave the door open for another meeting. However, I knew the things we were going to do, would blow her mind. When we walked in the door, I told her to wait in the kitchen, while I slipped off to the bedroom. I returned with a bottle of lube and a butt plug. "Insert this and then stand in the corner with your skirt up, and your panties down around your knees. I will be back in a bit with your paddle." Brianna's eyes got huge, and her jaw dropped in disbelief. I knew she had tried to mean it when she said earlier, that her ass was mine, but now I was about to make her believe it. Virgin Territory Is it weird to be a virgin at twenty two? Feels like it since I'm the only one of my friends who is. It's not that I'm shy or haven't had the opportunity, it's just never felt right. I wasted yet another chance just this weekend. I'd had a bad week at work so I planned to stay home alone Saturday night with a bottle of wine and a weepy movie. I couldn't wait for five o' clock so I opened the wine early and finished it before I put the movie on. It only took me until the opening credits to realise that I didn't want to stay home so I turned off the DVD and got ready to hit the town. I was a little woozy from the wine so I just pulled on the first things I touched, a pair of red, high cut satin panties and a short, tight black dress with a plunging neckline, almost down to my navel. Since my small breasts are pert and firm I still look pretty good without a bra. I might have had the effects of a bottle of wine coursing through my system but I still remembered to do a quick shake in front of my mirror to check the material stayed in place. My long black hair swung from side to side and my soft thighs wobbled slightly but no nipple slip. I smiled to myself then called a taxi. I don't go out a lot so I asked the taxi driver to take me to wherever would be busy. He dropped me off outside a bar I had been to before but not in years. It doesn't look it from the street but it's largely underground and cheap so a lot of students hang out there. I look young enough to blend in and like I said, I'm not shy so I gave the doorman a flirty smile and headed inside. I went straight to the bar and ordered myself a double measure of vodka since more wine was likely to make me sick. I stood by the bar for most of the evening; throwing down vodkas, dancing a little on the spot when I heard a song I liked and eyeing up the men on offer. I didn't realise how late it was or how much I had drunk until I staggered to the toilets. It would have been easy to blame my black stilettos but it was more the vodka that made it difficult for me to get in and out of the cubicle. I washed my hands but forgot to look in the mirror to see if my make-up needed adjustment before I went back into the bar. I did intend to retake my place at the bar but as I was crossing the room a man blocked my way. He stood directly in front of me and since there was only enough room for one person to pass at a time I had to stop. He was looking around like he was lost so when he turned in my direction I smiled kindly at him. He smiled back as he looked at my face, then dropped his gaze to look at my outfit. I did the same to him. He was wearing a red shirt with dark blue jeans, his short dark brown hair looked gelled and he had just a bit of stubble. He lurched forward and my natural reaction was to move toward him to try and steady him. He put one arm around my waist and pulled me against his side. "Hey, you alright? Having a good night?" he said over the music, against my ear. "Yeah, not too bad, you?" I shouted. He smiled and nodded. "Who are you out with?" he asked. I was drunk but not stupid, the guy was a stranger and I wasn't about to become an easy target. "Two of my friends, they're at the bar," I pointed to two random women stood together as I spoke. "Me too, I can't find my three friends though," his bottom lip caught my ear as he spoke and it made me shiver. I don't know if he interpreted that as me potentially being unstable on my feet or he knew the real reason but he moved his other hand and placed it flat on my stomach. Although it's not particularly intimate, it's more than I expected and it got me a bit excited. I smiled at him and he squeezed me around my waist a bit tighter. His eyes were swimming but it made him look even cuter. "Do you mind if I wait with you until I find them?" he asked me. I turned my head to answer him and he tried to bring his ear closer to my lips but the alcohol made him uncoordinated and my mouth ended up on his cheek instead. I placed my hand on his face to tilt his ear toward me. "Sure, where are they?" I said, I blame the alcohol for that dumb question, he had already told me he had lost them. He laughed and moved his hand from my stomach to flick the bottom of my dress. "Lost!" he announced and laughed again. Before I could ask him anything else he moved his hand from around my waist and took hold of my hand. "I love this song," he yelled then pulled me toward the dance floor. Even the feel of his fingers laced between mine felt overly intimate but I liked it. I wasn't sure how much I could dance with hormones and vodka running through my system so I was glad when he stopped in the corner of the dance floor, it meant I could lean back on the wall. The song had a fast tempo but the dancing didn't, he put both of his hands on my hips and swayed in a completely different rhythm to the speed and beat of the track. I let him pull me around since I was focussing on standing upright, I rested my ass against the wall and looked into his dizzy brown eyes. We both moved at once, I pushed forward from the wall but he lunged closer toward me to kiss me. Our lips almost missed, we just managed to catch the corner of each other's mouths but I adjusted my head and he wasted no time. His kiss was urgent and he quickly prised my mouth open. He pushed his warm tongue into my mouth it was just as frantic as his lips. It spurred me on and I matched the intensity, putting my hands on either side of his face. He pushed his groin against me and it made me moan as we kissed. One of his hands left my hip to slip into the flimsy material covering my right breast. I let him get his fingers underneath then pushed my chest forward. His entire hand covered my breast and he squeezed it softly. My stomach clenched with nerves and excitement and I felt my nipple stiffen against his hot palm. I worked my hips against his because I wanted to feel if he was as turned on as me. There was definitely something there and it made my pussy tingle just thinking about it. Even through the drunken haze he understood what my grinding meant, his fingers focussed on my small, hard nipple, tugging it gently and rubbing just a fingertip on the end. I could feel how wet he was making me and I thought about letting him take me home. I moved one hand to the front of his jeans and rubbed him with my open palm, our bodies were pressed so close that it was unlikely anyone saw me. He groaned into my mouth and it made my tight hole squeeze. His other hand left my hip and his clumsy, drunken fingers found their way under the hem of my dress. Even though I wanted him to touch me I was nervous when he ran his fingers over the shiny, damp material. My breath caught in my chest and I pulled my head away from his to pant. His eyes were spinning even more but I could see the lust in his face. I smiled and rubbed my eager pussy against his probing fingers through the satin. I'm not sure if it was from desire or alcohol or nerves but his hand was struggling with task of getting into my panties. Maybe it was because he was working blind but instead of reaching under the fabric his awkward, fumbling fingers were pushing the material further between my swollen lips. It was uncomfortable but erotic, the feel of my panties lodged between my lips, tight against my clit. One of his fingertips just skimmed the very edge of one of my smooth pussy lips when the song finished and the main lights came on. The people on the dance floor groaned collectively and the DJ started to announce that it was closing time. I blinked in the sudden stark light and moved my hands to his chest to push him away. I realised that we had probably done too much in the dark, in the light it was more than obvious what we were up to. He moved his hands out of my clothing but didn't step away from me. He looked disappointed and my pussy echoed the feeling, even though my bunched up panties were still sending a small shiver down my spine. "Go tell your friends you're leaving with me," he said at a normal volume, my ears were ringing from the loud music it's sudden departure. I nodded stiffly, I wanted to let him fuck me but in the bright light my nerves took over. "Meet me back here in five minutes," he said then wandered off toward the toilets. I took my chance and ran. As soon as the toilet door swung shut behind him I ran for the exit, my legs were like jelly and my heart was racing as I took the stairs two at a time. Taxis lined the dark street so I wrenched open the door on the closest one and jumped into the back seat. I breathlessly panted my address to the female driver then watched out of the window as the bar disappeared behind me. It was only a ten minute drive back to my house but I couldn't relax at all. I was worried he would have seen me and was following, also every bump in the road made my gathered up panties rub against my clit. I was relieved when no other cars followed my taxi down my street. I paid the driver then rushed into my house as if the man from the bar was right behind me. Once I was inside, my nerves and fear were instantly replaced with disappointment and shame. Another perfect opportunity wasted and it was all my fault. My brain conjured up the feel of his hand over my breast and my pussy clamped down on my panties. I yanked them down and shoved two fingers into my dripping hole. I moaned in relief at finally having something inside me but it wasn't enough. Eager for my orgasm, I left my damp, creased panties on the floor next to my black high heels and hurried up the stairs. In my bedroom I went straight to my drawer and pulled out my purple seven inch dildo. I looked at my bed but the memory of the bar was still running through my head. I stepped back toward the door and pressed my back against my bedroom wall. I hitched my dress up then ran one finger over my shaved pussy. My body shuddered and I wished I had waited for him to come back rather than leave the bar alone. I closed my eyes and slid one had into my dress to tease my hard nipple, imagining it was his hand playing with me. I thought about the smell of his aftershave, the feel of his stubble against my face and the taste of his beery breath in my mouth. But his clumsy fingers were no match for my very best friend. I braced myself against the wall and rammed my dildo into my soaking hole. I squealed as my pussy tried to grip hold of it then bit my lip. I imagined the lights had never come on, that he had took his firm, thick cock out of his jeans and fucked me on the dance floor. I knew if that had happened it would have been quick and frantic, just like his tongue had been in my mouth. So that's how I fucked myself. I moved my smooth, slick dildo in and out of my tight pussy fast and hard. I pinched my nipple as I violated myself, my hips bucking wildly as I tried to stay pressed against the wall. I released my lip so I could moan and pant as I pounded my own pussy, thinking of the stranger that had been so close to filling me for the very first time. My hand left my small breast to imitate his fingers on me. As one hand slammed my replica cock into my dripping cunt I licked my forefinger and used it rub my clit. I was squealing the second I touched myself but I was desperate to cum so I increased the pressure of my rubbing, flicking my clit as my body arched. My arms weakened as my climax hit, I managed to keep up the friction on my clit but my other hand relaxed. My fingers let go of the dildo and it slid out of me as I groaned and came, my hot juices gushing over my thighs. Panting and shaking, I let my body slide down the wall until I was sat on my bedroom carpet, my prone fake fuck buddy resting between my butt cheeks. As my breathing returned to normal I opened my eyes and vowed that next weekend would be the time I swapped plastic for flesh.