Girl Fag 11
"What are you thinking about?" Kyle ventured a few minutes later.
"Pull over," I answered. I'd made a quick decision, without really thinking about it. Something had to be done though or this was going to be the worst night of our lives.
"What?" Kyle glanced at me.
"Pull over. Right here, on the shoulder," I said pointing. "Stop the car."
"Okay, okay," Kyle was confused but he was doing it and as soon as the car was stopped and he'd put it in park he turned to look at me. "What's wrong?" he was wondering if I was gonna be sick maybe, or if I was mad or something.
"Nothing," I said and I leaned over, putting my hand around his shoulders and pulling his head close to mine.
I kissed him the way Sandy had taught me, or at least perfected with me. I slipped my tongue across Kyle's lips and inside his mouth. I felt the hard sharpness of his teeth and then the soft wet warmth of his tongue against mine. I held his face in my hands and I felt his hands on my shoulders, rubbing me gently. We kissed long and deep and by the time we'd finished our very first kiss I was hot all over, breathless and tingling.
"You asked what I was thinking about," I whispered with a smile. "I was wondering what it would be like to kiss you."
"Oh…" Kyle blinked and he was smiling. "I'm glad, I mean….Wow…Okay…"
It had been a good kiss and a pretty good idea too, I decided. I moved back into the passenger seat, settling myself in comfortably and Kyle pulled the car back onto the road. We were both much more relaxed and found that we had all kinds of stuff to talk about, just like we always had, and after that everything was fine.
"She asked about me?" I was giving Kyle a little look. We were getting close to Beaverton after a 20 minute drive.
He'd been telling me that Jane's sister, Sherry, had sat down next to him and some other guys during lunch the day before. Sherry was a senior and Kyle just a brand new freshman, so I guess in typical high school fashion that was sort of a big deal. Especially since Sherry was on the varsity cheerleading squad and enjoyed all the social perks of being at the top of the social food chain. I'd never thought about Mark and David that way, I mean where and how they fit in at school, but I was beginning to realize that they were probably up there too. I kind of rebelled against that a little, given that I was anything but status hungry. My choices in friends, fashion, and hobbies pretty much made me the invisible girl. At best I was just another guy, at worst I was a tomboy and maybe even a lesbian. It all depended on who you asked.
"Yeah," Kyle explained. "She said something about her boyfriend being one of your brothers and she'd heard we were friends."
"So what did you say?"
"I said yeah, we're friends. I said something about we were going out and Sherry said she didn't think you had a boyfriend yet."
"She said that?" I frowned a little. "She barely knows me. So you told her you were my boyfriend?" I sounded like I was accusing Kyle of a crime, but I didn't mean to.
"Well, yeah," he sounded unsure of himself, like he didn't want to say anything that would get him in trouble. "I probably did."
"That's okay," I forced myself to smile. "So what did she say then?"
"Not that much. She just said maybe we could double date sometime, since she was going out with your brother and all."
"That's it?" I asked, knowing I was sort of pushing a little too hard.
"Yeah. I guess so, I mean mostly she was talking about running for school president and stuff," Kyle was turning into the parking lot for the movie theater, there was only one, but it had three screens.
"She's running for president?" I asked with a little roll of my eyes.
I definitely thought that was too much. And she wanted to double date with me and Kyle? I bet she did. If Sherry was like Jane, and from the way my brothers had talked the Hudson sisters were like peas in a pod, then she probably wanted more than just a friendly night out with our boyfriends. But maybe I was jumping to conclusions too, I did that sometimes.
"So is she really your brother's girlfriend?" Kyle asked me.
"Sherry?" I nodded. "Yeah, Mark and David have been going steady with Sherry and her sister for more than a year."
"Her sister? Jane?" Kyle sounded a little wistful, I thought, and I felt a tiny pang of jealousy maybe. "She's in my astronomy class," Kyle was obviously glad that she was too.
"Good for you," I said, a little annoyed now and wondering if we could change the subject.
"She's seriously hot," Kyle wasn't getting it.
"Maybe you shoulda asked her out then," I said lightly, hoping he'd remember that he'd actually asked me out.
"She'd never go out with me," Kyle was being stupid now.
"So, I guess my standards are lower or something?" I crossed my arms and looked out the side window, pouting just a little maybe and waiting for him to park the car just so I could slam the door shut.
"What? Oh…No! I didn't mean…" Kyle finally came out of his fog. "I'm sorry, Ann." He parked and turned off the engine, reaching over to touch my arm, "I didn't mean anything, okay? You're way cooler than Jane is, I just meant…"
"She's hot, yeah, I get it," I was frowning and I shrugged his hand off, undoing my seat belt and opening the door. "Hot is better than cool. Fine. Whatever," I finally did get to slam the door and it wasn't nearly as satisfying as I'd hoped for.
What was the deal with me, I wondered? We talked about girls like that all the time, or mostly my friends did and I just listened and gave them a hard time about it. Why the big deal now? I'd felt hurt by what Kyle had been saying and that was new to me. It wasn't something I'd expected and I should have been able to ignore it. But I couldn't. So I was changing, wasn't I? Did I want to be a little high school hottie and have all the boys dreaming about me? I didn't think so. No, I didn't, I told myself. I liked being me. I liked looking like I did and acting the way I wanted to…But what would it be like, a little voice kept pestering me. What would it be like to be…What? To be a girl?
I must have been standing there for a few minutes, leaning against the car and thinking, before I realized Kyle was apologizing to me, asking me if I was okay.
"I'm fine," I gave him a smile and decided I wasn't going to act like I had been.
I'd spent so much time and energy worrying and trying to tell my friends that even if we went out on a date, we still had to stay best friends. But here I was acting like I was anything but a best friend. I didn't like myself very much right then, I was being unfair probably, and a hypocrite. Kyle hadn't meant anything and I shouldn't have taken it so seriously. I should have been glad he was still thinking of me as a guy, sorta. His best friend and not his girlfriend, at least for a moment there. It was what I wanted, right?
"I'm sorry," I gave Kyle a hug and swore I was going to be really nice to him for the rest of the night.
We were walking towards the theater, not arm in arm or anything though. It wouldn't really have bothered me so much to hold Kyle's hand, but we did look like a couple guys hanging out together, especially in Beaverton where most people didn't really know me by anything but name maybe. So holding hands would have gotten us some looks, definitely. It was probably a good thing nobody had seen us hugging a moment earlier, or if someone had, then at least it was dark by the car.
We were going to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie, but we had about 45 minutes to kill before it started, so we decided to play some video games for awhile. There was a whole arcade full of them and it was cool cause in our town there were just two old pinball machines at the little pizza place, and a crappy Street Fighter game at the 7-11 that was busted most of the time. David fixed it a couple times, but Dale, the guy who owned the 7-11 had gotten in trouble with the vending company who owned the machine. I guess they didn't like other people fixing their stuff.
"Hi Kyle," some girl's voice caught my ear. We were battling on the WWF game and I was kicking Kyle's butt.
"Hey Denise," Kyle glanced at her and so did I.
She was cute, about my height with shoulder length blond hair, wearing white painter's pants and a baby blue sweater. I didn't recognize her and I wondered how she knew Kyle. Behind the girl was another, taller than her friend with really pale skin and dark eyes. Her hair was long and black and wavy, curling at the ends. They stood there watching us and it was kind of bad for Kyle's concentration, I think.
"This is my friend, Julie," Denise finally said half a minute later. "She goes to CFS."
That was the Christian Fellowship School, which was the only private school around. It wasn't very big, and being here in Beaverton meant none of us in Squinosha really knew much about it. Some kids thought it was like a cult or something, but really it was just a private school for people who didn't want to send their kids to public school for whatever reason. Anybody could go there, so far as I knew, so long as you could afford it.
"Hi," Julie said and smiled, mostly at me I think.
"Hi," Kyle said and I nodded slightly, glancing at the girl and saying hello.
Kyle's game was over less than a minute later and I was still going strong, fighting against the machine now. He watched me for a few moments and then he was talking to Denise and her friend, while I sorta listened while I played.
"I didn't know you lived around here," Denise said
"Nah, we drove over from Squinosha," Kyle replied.
"You have a car?" the blond asked and when Kyle told her he did, she seemed pretty impressed.
"I'm going to get one for my 16th birthday, I think," Denise was saying.
"When's your birthday?" Kyle was looking over to see how I was doing, but mostly he was looking at Denise. Her sweater was kind of tight and she had some well developed tits. So did her friend, Julie, who was wearing a tight black Green Day t-shirt tucked neatly into her equally tight jeans. I thought they looked good on her, and my eyes kept drifting over even though I wasn't sure why.
"You play that pretty good," Julie was closer to me now, I guess cause she felt a little left out listening to Kyle and Denise.
"Thanks," I said, glancing up and accidentally staring into her dark eyes for a second. I felt a little embarrassed and that confused me.
"Do you go to school with Kyle and Denise?" Julie asked and at least I knew then how Kyle and that other girl knew each other. Denise must have just moved here or something, I figured, because I knew most everybody who went to the high school, at least by sight.
"Nope," I was jamming buttons and working up a combo. "I go to the middle school."
"Oh," the girl replied. "I thought you were older." She didn't mean it in a bad way, but it surprised me because I knew I didn't look that old!
"I'm 15 almost," I told her, wondering why I didn't just say I was 14.
"Me too," Julie was smiling. "I mean I am 15, I just had my birthday last month."
"Happy birthday," I said with a joking laugh. "I'm sorry I missed it."
"Yeah, I'm sorry too, now," she said, smiling but not laughing. "Maybe I can come to yours," Julie suggested and I suddenly realized she was serious.
"Huh?" My guy on the video screen almost got pinned when I looked at her.
"I can give you my phone number if you want," Julie was saying. "I mean if you wanted to invite me…Or something, you know."
"Oh," I had no idea how to react to that. Didn't she know I was a girl? That I was there on a date with the guy standing like five feet away from us while she was hitting on me? I felt my heart skipping a little and that all too familiar knot starting in my tummy. What if she did know I was a girl? What if she didn't mind and maybe that was why she liked me? Suddenly my game was over, the videogame laughing triumphantly, and I barely realized it.
"Here…" Julie was digging in her purse and writing her name and number on a napkin she'd found. Her pen was big and pink and topped with a little Minnie Mouse. I just stared at it as she wrote, wondering what I should say.
"Okay, um…" I looked at the paper she'd handed me, "…Thanks, uh, Julie."
"Just call me anytime, okay?" she was smiling and looking at me. "I have to get home." Denise was calling her and Kyle was telling me we had to get our popcorn and stuff cause the movie was gonna start.
"I will," I told her, but not knowing if I meant it or not. "Bye."
"Bye," Julie gave me a little wave.
"What was that all about?" Kyle was looking at me funny.
"I don't know," I shrugged and put Julie's phone number in my shirt pocket, buttoning the flap.
It didn't even occur to me until Kyle was paying for our popcorn and sodas that I hadn't told Julie my name. Kyle had been telling me that Denise was a freshman too and that her family had moved to Beaverton at the end of summer. He said she was nice, but kind of an airhead. I teased him about her liking him and he just grinned at me, but didn't say anything, so it was probably true. But I wasn't going to make a big deal out of it; I'd had enough of being stupid like that for one night. But Julie…I just didn't know what she knew and it bothered me a lot.
"Hey, did you tell Denise anything about me?" I asked carefully, wanting to find out what Julie might know without appearing dumb, or worse, sounding like I was interested in her.
"No, not really," Kyle gave a tiny shrug, not wanting to spill anything while we walked into the theater.
"Did she ask about me?"
"Um, nope. Not really. She just said it looked like you and Julie were making friends," Kyle wanted to sit way up front, like we usually did, but for some reason I was thinking I wanted to sit in the back.
Maybe it was just my mood, which had been swinging up and down like a roller coaster over the last few weeks. Or maybe it was just that I was already feeling strangely out of place. Like I wasn't who I was supposed to be, although I was just the same as I always had been, I thought. But this was different, I was on my first date and I was a girl pretending to be a guy, out with another guy, and getting phone numbers from pretty girls and wondering what it all meant. I wanted to sit in the back, away from everyone else, curled up in a corner. This wasn't the date I was expecting, and honestly, I hadn't known what to expect at all. But this wasn't it!
I got my wish anyway and Kyle and I sat about three rows from the back, all the way on the right side of the theater. We put our jackets on the seat next to Kyle and got comfortable. It was a Tuesday night, so the place wasn't very crowded anyway, only half full at best. We were pretty much by ourselves and that let me relax quite a bit. It was weird being so stressed like that, but Kyle was nice and talked about the pick-up football game I'd missed on Sunday, making me laugh as he described all the crazy plays they'd tried. I really wished I could have played, but spending the day with Sandy had been worth it.
And then I was thinking about Sandy, and then about Jane, and then about Julie and…I was back where I'd started! God! I really needed to get my mind off all those girls and stop worrying about if I was starting to turn lesbian or not, because that really was the deepest knot in my guts. I had to do something and maybe something else besides, just to prove that I wasn't lesbian at all.
It couldn't have been more than 15 minutes into the movie that I slipped my arm around Kyle's shoulders. I was a little nervous doing it, wondering if he wouldn't rather watch the movie, but I didn't need to be. I didn't realize it at the time, but I had been seriously underestimating myself and the feelings my friends had for me. It would take me a long time before I understood that, and maybe that was part of the growing up process that everyone has to go through. In the meantime I went through all the anxious moments and doubts and fears that every teenage boy, and girl I suppose, has to suffer through. And that included my first kiss in a darkened movie theater.
It was exciting, the way the light flickered over us, surrounded by strangers, and kissing my boyfriend. Kyle had his arms around me and I was turned towards him, leaning awkwardly over the armrest between us. I had my hand on his neck, holding his mouth to mine while we kissed deeply. Our tongues played against each other, sometimes in my mouth, sometimes in his, and it was wonderful. I felt my body growing warmer and my nipples hardening, beginning to itch and ache pleasantly. My strap-on had been hidden quietly for hours, but now I could feel it distinct and hard, and with every movement the base of the thing pressed against my sex, bringing my clit to burning life.
It was different and new and incredibly sexy, making out with Kyle in public like that and I wondered if anyone was watching us. Occasionally our mouths would slip and a gasp, or sigh, or soft wet smacking sound would fill my ears, making me even hotter as a little wave of embarrassment washed over me. Kyle was eager and if anything even less experienced than I, having really only learned the art of making out over the weekend previous. I tried to do to him everything Sandy had done to me. I moved my mouth to his ear and kissed it gently, licking inside and taking his earlobe between my lips and teeth. I nibbled him tenderly, feeling his body moving against mine, trying to bring us even closer somehow. I brought my lips to his neck and gave him a hickey, sucking and biting, and feeling the pressure on my lips until I was sure he had small bruised love bite to remember me by.
"Now your mine," I whispered with a breathless giggle.
"Oh, Ann…" Kyle was kissing me again and his hands were moving, one sliding up and down my back, while the other moved beneath me, searching for my tender breasts.
Kyle massaged my tits through the heavy cotton of my shirt and I didn't mind. It felt good and brought my nipples to almost painful attention. I was flashing hot and cold all at once and I sucked his tongue hard into my mouth. He fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, but managed finally to get two or three undone, giving him plenty of room to touch my bare skin and that was even better. Kyle's hands were gentle and smooth and as he squeezed my breasts I moaned softly into his mouth.
"Kiss them…" I whispered, my mouth touching his ear, and I pushed Kyle's head down, moving him so that he could reach my breasts with his lips.
It seemed as if every part of me were concentrated there, in those two small handfuls of flesh and the rock hard nipples that topped them. Kyle kissed and licked them noisily, practically kneeling now on the dirty floor of the movie theater, and as I cradled his face to my heaving chest I looked around, seeing that there were people watching us. Adults mostly, the kids sitting closer to the front and more interested in the movie than what might be going on behind them. I was panting and Kyle would move from one nipple to the other, seeming to take my entire breast in his mouth and sucking on it while his hands explored my tummy and back. My shirt was loose now, untucked completely and barely buttoned, and I watched those people watching us and that was somehow making it even better.
But obviously you can't be doing that for very long in a movie theater. At least not in Beaverton. Maybe in Seattle or some other big city people made out in theaters all the time, maybe even did more than that, but not around here.
"Hey," somebody was whispering, a young woman dressed like an usher and holding a weak flashlight. The light shone on us briefly and then she turned it off. "Hey, you can't be doing that in here," her voice wasn't loud, but loud enough so that a few more people turned to look. "You have to stop that or else leave," she didn't look too happy with us and I supposed she must have thought we were two boys making out, an idea I found more than a little exciting. I hoped everyone there would think I was a guy, it made my knees weak.
"Okay, okay…" I breathed and Kyle was sitting up, his face wet from all the kissing and licking and sucking he'd been doing on my tits. If he was embarrassed he didn't say anything, which I suppose meant that he was. He just sat down quickly, trying to avoid all the looks. I went to work fixing my shirt and glanced at the girl with the flashlight, waiting for her to leave, but she decided to sit down in the row behind us.
"You wanna go someplace else?" I leaned over and asked Kyle.
"Do you?" he was still breathing a little hard.
"Yeah," I giggled, not caring if I sounded like a chipmunk or not.
The movie was only halfway over, but we didn't care; we hadn't been watching it anyway. I ignored the dirty look we got from the woman and hurried out of the theater, holding Kyle's hand. He was my boyfriend and I didn't care who knew it. If someone wanted to think we were gay, so what? Kyle didn't seem to care either, at least not right that moment. I was feeling good about myself again and I might have wondered about that, but I didn't. Sex just seemed to momentarily cure everything that was wrong with the world, ever notice that?
Once inside Kyle's car we decided that we didn't really need to go anyplace at all. It was dark and we were parked in the middle of a whole bunch of other cars that wouldn't be going anywhere for another hour at least. Kyle drove an old two door Impala that could have been really hot, but it would have taken a lot of money and a gazillion hours of work. He'd gotten it cause the price was right, namely free, and he had a best friend who could keep it running, namely me. But one cool thing about that car was the big backseat. The front was roomy too, but the backseat was just plain big. Big enough for the two of us to do anything we wanted, that was for sure.
We were kissing again and this time I'd just taken off my jacket and shirt completely. Kyle had his jacket off too and while we kissed I was working on getting his shirt undone. I moved my mouth down his neck and kissed Kyle's smooth chest, pushing him back to lean against the side panel, so we were lengthwise on the seat. I kissed his nipples like he'd kissed mine, swirling my tongue around the dark nubs and then sucking them into my mouth.
I nibbled at them gently at first, and then harder, making Kyle groan as I chewed his sensitive skin. His hands were on my shoulders and in my hair and moving down to play with my own aroused nipples. He pinched them hard, as hard as I was biting his and then some. It was a rush of pain and I enjoyed it. Kyle was enjoying it too, I could tell, and I bet if I'd had that titty tether that Coach had clamped me with the previous Friday, Kyle would have loved it. I know I would have.
I had moved my right hand to Kyle's crotch by then too, and I was rubbing his cock through his pants, squeezing it a little as if trying to grab hold of it through his khakis. I kept playing with him like that as our mouths came back together and he took my tongue between his lips, sucking it for a long moment before I returned the favor. Kyle's hands were moving as well, down to my bare waist and lower, so he could feel my ass through my jeans. I was working at his belt and the snap on his trousers, determined to free Kyle's cock and Kyle was sliding his hand around, squeezing my hip and thigh and moving to massage my pussy when he found my cock instead.
"Wha…" he started, breaking our kiss and I smiled.
"It's just my dildo," I laughed, although I felt slightly embarrassed and that more for Kyle than myself. "Wait…" I told him and I undid my jeans, peeling them down my legs until I had to kick off my boots to get my pants off completely.
The light wasn't very good, but there was just enough so that when I pulled my strap-on through the button fly of my boxers we could both see it.
"Why do you have that?" Kyle wasn't too sure what was going on and who could blame him?
"I just like it," I kissed him, but he wasn't kissing me back very much. "I told you I was a guy inside, remember?"
"Yeah…I guess, but…" Kyle probably didn't remember much of anything right then.
"A gay guy…Remember…" I reached back down, rubbing his cock which was a little softer maybe, but definitely still firm and I took that as a good sign. "This just helps me feel good, okay?"
I kissed him, forcing him to accept it as my tongue pushed into his mouth for a good long minute, until I was sure his cock was growing excited again. I was rubbing Kyle's cock and I even had his pants undone, enough so I could reach inside his underwear and pull it out if I wanted to.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked Kyle, breathing the words into his ear. His hands were on my back, up high as if he feared getting too close to the dildo hanging between my legs. "Do you want to take me home now?"
"No…" he was shaking his head slightly and his fingers dug into my skin a little more tightly. "No, don't stop…"
I pulled his underwear down slowly, reaching into the humid confines of his briefs to feel his penis, hard and throbbing. "Do you want me to put it in my mouth, Kyle?" I teased him, licking his ear.
I wanted to suck his cock more than anything else in the world right then, but I wanted him to get over his fear of me too. Or his fear of my strap-on, I should say. I didn't know what the big deal was. It was just a big piece of molded rubber and plastic that looked like a big cock. Touching it wasn't going to make him queer, was it?
"Oh, yeah…Suck on it…" Kyle was nodding and trying to move me so I could bend down for him.
"I will…" I promised, resisting his hands and keeping my mouth on Kyle's ear. "…if you'll let me wear my dildo, okay?"
"Huh? Yeah, I don't care…" he was saying, but I knew better.
"No, I mean you said before you'd be gay with me, right?" I was stroking his cock slowly, feeling the tip all wet with precum under my fingers. "You wanted to do gay stuff with me, you said…"
"Yeah, but um…" Kyle had said a lot of things when the other guys had been saying them too, the five of us talking in Matt's basement, but now it was just the two of us and he wasn't so sure anymore.
"Show me…" I said, urging him to do what I wanted, "…Touch it for me, like I'm touching yours."
Kyle swallowed thickly and his breathing was ragged. He was nervous but my hand on his cock was feeling good, I knew, and he didn't want me to stop. He wanted more.
"Jerk me off, Kyle, play with it and I'll suck your cock," I was promising him, rubbing his smooth hot shaft up and down. "I'll let you cum in my mouth, I promise…" I felt his cock pulsing, ready to cum any minute and I loosened my grip, barely touching him. "…I'll swallow it, Kyle…Just touch me…Make me feel good too…"
And then he was! He was touching my cock, taking it in his hand and I could feel it through my clit, the sensation of having him pull on it slightly, and then push, moving his hand up and down the thick hardness of it slowly. I felt a rush of heat between my legs and my whole body trembled with pleasure at my little victory. I could have cum right then, with just a few more minutes of Kyle's fingers working that dildo back and forth. But a promise is a promise and he'd done what I'd asked.
I dropped my mouth to his cock quickly, not only because I was afraid he'd cum soon, but because I was so hungry for him. I was as horny as I'd ever been in my life right then and I wanted to taste Kyle's penis, to feel it hard and hot and filling my mouth. I took the head between my lips gently, sliding my tight rounded lips down with one smooth motion so that the head of his swollen cock pressed to the back of my throat, making me gag, but just a little. I was just too eager and I slowed down, relaxing and moving my mouth up and down his length like we had all the time in the world. I pulled his pants and underwear down further on his thighs, while Kyle lifted his hips, driving his cockhead unexpectedly into my throat. He wasn't really all that long or thick, but I did have a small mouth.
"Oh, Ann…Yeah…That feels…Gooood…" Kyle was groaning and his hands were on my head, unable to help himself as the joy of getting his very first blowjob overcame his self-control.
"You like that?" I lifted my mouth away briefly and then went back, pushing his cock against his taut stomach and licking it from the base to the tip and back down again.
"Yessss…I like it…Don't stop…Please…" he was in heaven now, having his cock sucked, and I almost glowed with pleasure. I wanted him to feel good.
I mouthed his balls a little, finding them smaller and easier to manage than Coach's had been. I took them into my mouth one at a time, rolling them gently, and caressing his soft lightly furred sack with my tongue. I jerked him off slowly while I did that and shortly returned to replace my hand with my mouth, sliding up and down easily, savoring the taste of Kyle's penis and the musky male scent that filled my nose. His fingers moved through my short hair, gripping me as the feel of my hot wet mouth around his dick became more than he could stand.
I let Kyle move me as he wanted, enjoying it every bit as much as he was. He pushed my head down and let me up and humped my face with his hips, lifting his butt almost completely off the seat. It was a hurried, sloppy and altogether sexy affair that ended within three minutes of starting. Kyle gasped loudly and just pushed upward, straightening his back and holding my head over his cock as it suddenly pulsed deep in my mouth. Hot sperm shot out, flooding me with his sweet salty flavor. I swallowed quickly, but there was so much that it was spilling from my lips, running down Kyle's throbbing shaft and onto my fingers. I could feel his balls in my hand, tightening and jumping slightly as his muscles worked to empty them. I kept sucking Kyle's cock, for what seemed like minutes before the last weak spurts faded.
The inside of my mouth was coated with his orgasm, and my tongue was covered with the gooey remnants, but I gave that no thought at all as I lifted my head, pressing my lips to Kyle's. He was hesitant at first, probably thinking of where my mouth had been and even slightly repulsed by it maybe, but Kyle didn't deny me. We were soon kissing deeply, my tongue moving in his mouth at first, and then gradually pushed back into mine as his own tongue slipped between my lips. I knew he could taste his own cum, and the thought of sharing his seed like that made my heart pound in my chest.
I wanted to cum too, I needed it as badly as Kyle had needed his release. I moved, shifting so I could sit more easily facing him and while we kissed I took his hand in mine, guiding it down to the dildo jutting between my spread thighs. Kyle didn't resist as I wrapped his hand around the shaft, my spermy fingers over his and I began urging him to stroke me like that.
"Make me cum, Kyle…I want to cum too…" I was whispering between kisses and he began jerking me off slowly. "Yessss…" I hissed at him as my clit responded to the rocking of the rubber base against it. "Jerk me off…Like that…Harder…"
Kyle soon found a rhythm I liked and the motion of his hand quickly brought me to the edge of orgasm. I'd reached down to find his own cock, which had grown stiff once again, or I should say it had never really gone soft. He'd shot a lot of cum but his 16 year old body made a lot too, I guess. I jerked him off while Kyle fondled me, our arms pumping in time while we kissed. I was going to cum any second and I wished he would cum with me, but there was no chance of waiting for him. I'd been on the edge too long and needed it too much to try and hold myself back.
"Ohhh…God…Kyle!" I was practically crying as my body was rocked by all the tiny explosions going off inside me. My body quivered and humped my pelvis wildly, forcing the base of my dildo even harder against my sensitive clit. It was a long sharp agonizing ecstasy that enveloped me and all I could do was collapse forward, wrapping my arms around Kyle as he continued to work his hand on my cock. He was kissing my cheeks and eyes and ears, hugging me with one arm while the other was trapped between our sweltering bodies. I had one orgasm after another, like three of them all rolled up into one, and I was panting for air, whispering meaningless words as if I might explain to Kyle what he'd done for me. He knew anyway though, he knew how good I felt and that he'd been responsible for it somehow.
"Oh, that was good…" I smiled up at him, my flushed cheek pressed to Kyle's chest. "Thank you."
He just smiled back and kissed my forehead. He probably wondered if he'd really done anything at all. All he'd done was play with my strap-on for a few minutes, but that had been enough.
"Mmmm…Look at you…" I whispered a few minutes later. It was nice just cuddling like that, but I could feel his cock still hard and I was squeezing it gently in my hand.
"He likes you," Kyle laughed.
"I like him too," I felt his precum leaking out, running down my fingers. I moved a little, pulling Kyle with me so he could sit properly on the backseat, facing forward,
"What are doing?" he asked me, taking advantage of our changing position so he could cup my small breasts in his hands, massaging them while I straddled Kyle's thighs.
I was facing him now, kneeling on the seat and looking into his eyes in the dim light. "I'm going to fuck you," I giggled and reached down, grasping his cock in my hand.
"Don't you think you better um, take that off then?" Kyle was looking down at my fake cock, which was poking him in the stomach right then.
"Noooo…" I sighed, lowering my body and trying to find my tight little butthole with the head of his cock. It didn't seem like it should be that hard, but… "Mmmm…Right there…" I breathed and I rocked my hips slightly, feeling the blunt round and slippery head of his penis pressing against my anus.
"Is that your…Ass?" Kyle looked shocked.
"Yeah…I want you this way…Just…Push…" I was pushing down slowly, holding his cock rigid against my ass and I groaned as he finally entered me.
"Oh man…" Kyle was groaning too and he'd let go of my tits, holding me instead by the hips now and he lifted himself upward, pressing his cock up and inside my ass. "You're so tight…Jesus…"
"Yeah…Oh yeah…Fuck me, Kyle…" I was breathing, my fingers digging into his shoulders as his cock slid into me. I wished I'd had some of that lube stuff, but this was okay too. His cock was leaking precum like crazy and I was good and relaxed for a good hard fuck.
"Ann…Oh man…Ann…" Kyle was breathing hard and his eyes were big and shining in the dim light.
"Right…Ughhh…There…Yessss!" I settled my butt all the way down so I was sitting on Kyle's lap. Every inch of his cock was stuffed in my ass and it felt wonderful.
"Jesus, Annie…That feels good…Oh man it's hot…Your ass is hot as hell in there…" Kyle was saying and I bent my head to kiss him.
We made love slowly at first, mostly just rocking my body against his so that his penis barely moved in and out of me at all. It felt nice like that and kissing him while we did it made it even better. The best thing was my strap-on, trapped between us like the big hard cock it was, pushed and pulled against my pussy with every little movement we made, and that was exactly what I needed. Between that and the feeling of Kyle's dick filling my ass, I was primed like a rocket ready to go off.
"Fuck me…Harder…Make me cum…Oh god, Kyle…Fuck me now…" I was clutching him desperately and lifting my butt higher, letting him pull half his cock free of my ass before I pushed back down to take him deep again. It was glorious, fucking Kyle like that, and his hands held me tight around the waist. He was ready too and he lifted his hips to meet my thrusts, so that his cock speared deep into my burning ass over and over again.
"I'm gonna cum, Ann…I'm gonna cum…" Kyle was saying and I was close too.
"Uh-huh…Do it…Cum inside me…I…I wanna feel it…" I panted breathlessly, my whole body crying for air as it burned from the inside out.
Just then we heard a car starting, and then another, and headlights were being turned on. The sounds of people talking came muffled through the windows. The movie was over, I realized, but I didn't care. I doubted anyone could have seen us anyway; the windows were completely fogged on the inside. But the car was rocking and no doubt more than a few people noticed that.
"Oh shit…" Kyle said suddenly, realizing what was going on, and he froze for just an instant, but I couldn't. I just kept fucking him, bouncing my round white butt off his hips and a second later Kyle was pounding his cock upwards to meet me.
The thought of all those people just on the other side of our fogged up windows really set me off. I was practically screaming when I came and Kyle was soon joining me, although he was a lot quieter than I was. I wanted to be heard though, I got off on it for some perverse reason, and it made my orgasm even better being loud like that.
I could feel Kyle's cock buried in my ass, jerking and shooting his thick hot cum into my bowels. My body was milking him for more too, my orgasm contracting the muscles of my ass around his penis like a velvet fist, squeezing and releasing him. My head was pounding and my blood seemed to boil as it rushed through my body. I was sweating and breathless and wore out. I'd had a good long cum, my body still quivering delightfully for some 3 or 4 minutes after Kyle had finished. He let me have the time I needed though, just holding me close and kissing me. It was really, really good cuddling like that and I never wanted to the moment to end.
"Guess what," I breathed into his ear a few minutes later.
"What?" Kyle had his hands on my ass, and he squeezed me nicely.
"You're not a virgin anymore," I giggled and kissed him one more time before we began to untangle ourselves. All in all I thought it had been a pretty good first date. For the both of us.