New Horizons - Chapter 04

The Upside Down

 

"Was it hard for you, growing up?" I asked David Deere. We were enjoying a romantic dinner in the nicest restaurant in town.

"Sometimes." He smiled across the table at me. "Being half-white was harder than being half-black."

"Really?" I gave him a quizzical look. "What do you mean?"

"All the white kids just figured I was black," he explained, "So it wasn't a big deal for them. I was just another black kid."

"Okay," I smiled, but I still didn't get it. My hometown in Kansas was a small farming community in the middle of the world's biggest corn field. I'd never seen a real live black person in my life until coming to college.

"But the black kids, they knew I was different," Dave smiled back. "They gave me a hard time about it, some of them."

"Because your dad's white?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Sometimes. A kid would say something about my mom, you know. Talking about a black woman wanting to be with a white guy, like she was trying to be white herself."

"Oh," I sighed and I didn't really understand any of it, but I wanted to. This was our second date and I was liking Dave a lot.

"Kids can talk some mean shit," he said, and then he cleared his throat. "Sorry…I mean, they can be rude, you know…"

"Yeah, I know about that." Words hurt, no matter what your parents might have told you.

"Anyway," Dave shrugged. "The white kids were cool about it and once I got older and started playing ball…"

"So your friends were white?" I asked him, and Dave chuckled.

"Some of them," he said. "But no, I just mean they treated me no different than they treated all the other black kids. This was in Louisville, you know? Still the south, still some idiots who think the Civil War ain't over yet."

"Really? I almost smiled at that, but Dave was serious.

"Yeah, not too many," he said. "But I got called names, took some hard times."

"Hmmm…" I sighed. "I don't like that."

"I didn't like it either," he said. "But once I started playing football it was okay. I got a lot of respect on the field and then I was getting it off the field."

"Did you have a girlfriend?" I asked with a little smile, and Dave smiled back.

"I had a couple."

"White or black?" I wondered, just because I was curious.

"My first girlfriend was black," Dave told me. "But we weren't serious or anything. My last two years in high school I was seeing a white girl."

"Yeah?" I nodded, playing with my hair as I'd finished eating by then.

"Yeah. She was something," Dave teased me. "Blonde with a tight, hard body. Cheerleader, you know?"

"Mmmm…" I made a petulant face.

"Her daddy was big on football," he said. "He actually liked me a lot, so that was cool. There's some good people there too."

"You like those cheerleaders, huh?" I tilted my head and Dave was grinning at me.

"Cheerleaders are nice," he agreed. "You could be one."

"Me?" I giggled. "I didn't get to do anything like that when I was growing up."

"Hard for you too, wasn't it?" Dave asked, and he knew my secrets.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Sometimes. Mostly I just couldn't do what I wanted to, you know? I used to play little games…"

"What kinda games?"

"Oh, like…I don't know." I rolled my blue eyes a little because I'd never told anyone this stuff. "Like I'd pretend I was a secret agent and…"

"A secret agent?" Dave chuckled and I stuck the tip of my tongue out at him.

"Yeah! I'd imagine I was undercover and I had to pretend I was a boy and fool people," I shrugged and my cheeks were turning a little pink. "It just gave me a reason. I don't know."

"Yeah," he nodded. "Reasons are important."

"They are," I agreed. "But it was hard cause I knew I was a girl and I wanted a boyfriend. I wanted to wear normal clothes…"

"Girl clothes."

"Yeah, normal girl clothes and be a cheerleader, yeah…" I laughed lightly. "I wanted all that stuff."

"Your parents didn't know?"

"My parents?" I widened my eyes playfully. "God. They have no idea. I mean, my mom and dad are great, I love them, but they just think I'm shy."

"You?" Dave chuckled at that, because we both knew I wasn't very shy at all.

"I used to be," I said. "Before I got here and really, you know, took off the disguise." I giggled. "I was really bad at being a boy."

"You're an awesome woman, Brandy," Dave told me seriously.

"Thanks." I pursed my lips and smiled.

"So you didn't have any boyfriends?"

"Mmmm…" I shrugged. "Not boyfriends, um…There were a couple guys I knew and we fooled around a little."

"Fooled around?" Dave grinned at me and I was really blushing then.

"Yeah, a few guys who figured I was just…gay," I shrugged. "We never dated or anything, just kind of snuck off and I'd…do stuff for them…As long as they didn't have to do anything for me, you know. It was okay for them."

"Right."

"But they didn't treat me like a girl," I sighed, "and I'm not gay."

"I know," Dave said, and his soft brown eyes were right there. He wasn't teasing me. "You're not a boy either."

"No." I smiled at him. "I'm not one of those."

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"…mmmpph…" I moaned into Dave's mouth as we kissed, leaning into each other in the front seat of his Porsche.

Dave's tongue filled my small mouth as he kissed me deeply. I tickled it with my own, sliding my tongue over and around his, sucking at the man's eager kiss and melting beneath the attention. He had one hand in my hair and the other was on my tummy, working up to my breasts through the pink sweater I wore.

I was touching him as well, feeling Dave's hard body beneath his shirt, stroking the man's chest and wishing I could get him naked. We were both hot and sweaty after half an hour parked at the lake. The windows were fogged and the air felt thick and humid. Dave had been a perfect gentleman on our first date, just as he'd been for most of this one, but he wanted me and it was okay to make out on a second date, right? I didn't really know, since I'd never dated anyone before in my life, but I was more than willing to let Dave set the pace.

"Oh, baby…You're so hot," he sighed, drawing back from my mouth so we could catch some air, and I licked my bruised lips.

"You're making me hot," I giggled breathlessly, and then he kissed me again, this time letting my tongue flutter between his parted lips.

His hand went higher, finding my small tits as I pressed myself against his touch. I wore a bra, but just for show really, just to give me some shape because my tits were little more than puffy brown nipples. They were long now, swollen with arousal and aching beneath the pressure of Dave's hand, but still nothing more than you might find on a twelve year old girl and I was worried that I disappointed the man.

Dave didn't seem to mind though and I was grateful for that. His strong hand pressed against my sweater and the bra beneath, flattening the cups against my chest and he rubbed me nicely. I moaned into his mouth, working my tongue against his, and my right hand slid lower, reaching for the bulge in Dave's trousers. He was making me feel so good, I wanted to do the same for him. I felt his tongue pushing mine between us, back into my mouth as he filled me, and I found his cock with my hand. It was hidden away, trapped and hard and I could feel the outline of Dave's large penis beneath my fingers.

"Let me take this off…" he breathed after some ten minutes of making out.

I nodded dumbly, panting for air and lifting my arms so that Dave could pull my sweater over my head. I shivered as my body was bared from the waist up, except for my lacy bra which was hopelessly askew by then. I shook my blonde hair free and reached behind me to unclasp the bra without really thinking. As it came loose I suddenly wondered if Dave might not want me to leave it on, since I had such small breasts. He might have wanted the illusion, such as it was, and so I held my bra to my chest for a moment, looking at Dave and smiling hopefully.

"Am I going to fast?" he wondered, perhaps thinking I was nervous or even afraid of him for some reason.

"No," I shook my head. "I just wish I had...more."

"What?" He gave me a doubtful look and shook his head. "You're beautiful, baby. Let me see."

"Are you sure?" I asked him softly, but I was already letting my bra fall down my chest. I put my arms in front of me so the straps slid down and my bra fell onto my short, yellow skirt.

"Brandy…Mmmm…" Dave nodded as he took in my puffy nipples, big and brown, swollen with the female hormones I'd been taking for all of a month.

He reached for me, putting his left hand on my right breast and I groaned happily, arching my back and nodding. He worked my nipple around with his palm, Dave's skin looking darker than he really was, being contrasted against my pale flesh. He leaned into me, kissing me deeply for several minutes while he played with my tits and then he was kissing my chin and neck, kissing my chest and finally taking a nipple into his warm sucking mouth while I cradled his head with both arms around him.

"Oh yeah," I gasped at the sensation of his teeth biting me gently, tugging at my body while his tongue washed my distended nipple.

Dave sucked my tits wonderfully, moving from one to the other and back again. He was giving me small love bites too, bruising my delicate skin deliberately and I didn't mind it at all. I loved the way it felt when Dave pulled my flesh into his mouth, nibbling and chewing me, especially my nipples. They were throbbing painfully beneath his attentions, but even that was pure pleasure. I begged him to do it harder, to make love to my little girl tits.

My cock was throbbing as well, jerking inside my panties as my orgasm drew near. I'd been on the edge all night it seemed, making out with Dave and tasting him in my mouth. Smelling him and feeling him against me. The man filled my senses and now he was loving my tits, making me feel so unbelievably good. My tummy churned with excitement and my skin had goosebumps. I shivered and rubbed my thighs together, wanting some contact with my hard little cock. Just a touch would have set me off and I almost reached down, just to give myself the release I so desperately needed, but I didn't. I held Dave tightly and kissed his hair and whimpered my pleasure into the humid night.

"It's getting late," Dave said softly, lifting his mouth from my body and stroking my hair out of my face.

"I don't mind," I told him with a half a giggle, feeling a little buzzed with all those good feelings.

"Yeah, but I should get you home," he sighed.

"Should you?" I teased him, moving my hand along his thigh, sliding it upward because his cock was right there, obvious and large and waiting for me.

"Jesus, I want you so bad," he said, leaning in for a kiss on my lips as I found the shape of his cock and squeezed it.

"I want you too," I breathed.

"I just don't want to go too fast," he told me, touching my face, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs.

"It's alright," I told him, but Dave had other ideas.

"I think this is serious," he told me. "I want to respect you, okay? I want to treat you right."

"You're treating me just fine," I giggled, sliding my fingers along the uneven zipper of his trousers.

"I want to treat you like a lady," he told me seriously. "I want you to be my lady."

"Alright." I swallowed hard and the way he said it sounded so nice, like honey in my ears.

"Yeah," Dave nodded, like he was making up his mind. "We're serious now. I'm going to drive you home."

"Oh, ummm…" I kind of blinked at that, being at the point where I was about to unzip his pants and give him the best blowjob of his life.

He was serious though and I have to say I felt a little confused by it, a little frustrated because I was so ready to give him anything. Dave was driving me home, back to my dorm, and I wondered if I'd done something wrong. It didn't seem like it. Dave was happy and looking at me more than the road, telling me how beautiful I was, how sexy and tempting he found me. He didn't sound like a man who was disappointed and I basked in his praise, but I was horny too. The man had fired me up and my cock was screaming for relief, my skin tingling with desire. I wanted to make love to him. I wanted to suck his cock and feel him inside me. I was primed for it like I'd never been before in my life!

"Tomorrow night?" he asked me as he walked me to the front steps of my dorm. "Will you go out with me again, Brandy?"

"Yeah." I smiled up at him, letting the man turn me around and pull me close.

"I'm gonna need a cold shower tonight," he chuckled. "You're really something, you know that?"

"I don't think a shower's going to be enough for me." I rolled my eyes. "Dave…"

"Shhh…" he kissed me, slow and deep and I wrapped my arms around his neck while he grabbed my ass. I could feel his hard cock against my tummy and I was ready to cum in my panties, I swear.

"Seven o'clock," he whispered, and I nodded, blinking my wide blue eyes because I'd just cum!

My cock was throbbing still, spilling semen into my panties while we held each other. I was red faced and breathing hard, trying to slow my heart as it rushed hot blood through my trembling body. I'd cum while Dave kissed me, rubbing myself against the man as I sucked his tongue and swallowed our combined saliva. I had no idea if he was aware of it or not, but it must have been obvious, I thought. I could barely stand up!

"Uhhh…kay…yeah…" I managed to breathe, nodding my head and feeling my warm sperm covering my girlish cock and smooth balls. I was a mess!

"Are you okay?" Dave wondered, giving me a little look and I just giggled.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I nodded. "Just a little, uh…something."

"Me too," he sighed and he kissed me one more time, lightly on the lips before letting me go. "Goodnight, Brandy."

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"I just don't get it though," I sighed, sitting on Darla's bed. I'd gone over to her dorm after Sunday brunch. "We made out for two hours and I was so…ready!"

"I bet!" She was painting my toenails red and didn't bother to look up. "He's seriously hot."

"God! I know," I said, leaning back on my arms with my legs straight. I'd worn my pink short-shorts and a t-shirt, being totally casual.

"Maybe he's just old fashioned," she shrugged. "Like he wants to do it, but he likes the game, you know? He's a football player."

"Yeah, but I thought those guys just, you know…went for it!" I protested. "Like they just want girls who put out."

"They do." She smiled and Darla was cute and nineteen, a freshman like me.

She had a lot more experience with boys though, obviously, and Darla was my first real best friend, like the kind of a best friend that any other girl grows up with. I'd never had one of those and silly stuff like hanging out and painting each other's toenails, talking about boys? I'd missed all that stuff and now I was soaking it up. I'd never realized how much I'd missed the little things, but I did now. Having to pretend I'd been a teenage boy had really sucked and unless you had to go through it, you'd probably never understand how lonely it could be.

"Then why did he stop?" I shook my head. "I was trying to get his zipper down and everything!"

"Really?" Her brown eyes narrowed through a veil of fine black hair. "You were serious about it, huh?"

"Yeah!" I giggled self-consciously. "I just wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to, you know…go down on him. Sorta."

"Sorta?" She stuck her tongue out at me and laughed.

"Well…Okay, I was gonna give him the best blow job of his life," I confessed. "But then he was like, driving me home."

"He's got it bad."

"Got what bad?"

"You!" Darla sat up straight, pulling her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ears. "If he wasn't pissed…"

"He wasn't," I assured her.

"…and he wanted to stop," she continued, "it's because he wants something else."

"Something else?" I didn't understand her. "He could have had anything. Everything. I wasn't going to say no to the guy."

"Something besides that," Darla said with a smile, and I thought she was teasing me.

"I don't know," I sighed. "What else is there?"

"You're so dense sometimes!" She laughed at me and I frowned.

"What?" I asked her. "Just tell me."

"Blonde is your color," she said, definitely teasing me. "Give me your other foot."

"Darla!" I pouted, but it was no use. She was happy now that she had something to taunt me with and it was fun, but totally frustrating!

"Tonight we'll do it," I thought aloud some twenty minutes later. "I'll make sure I get him so hot he can't say no."

"Heh!" She shook her head and both of my feet were done, my fingers too, and I had nice long red nails now.

"You don't think so?" I looked at her as we sat next to each other on her bed, leaning against the wall.

"Nope," Darla said, popping her P like bubblegum. "Third base, that's it."

"Third base?" I giggled.

"Yeah," she nodded. "He'll get his hands in your panties, make you feel good all over…"

"Hmmm…" I smiled at that idea.

"…and then he'll bring you home," she decided. "Safe and sound and still a virgin."

"Awww…" I frowned and then giggled, because I was a virgin and Darla knew because I'd told her. Now I wished I hadn't. Sorta.

"I'm serious," she said. "Dave's hung up on you. He's not going to fuck you until he knows he's got you."

"He's already got me!" I laughed. "God! I thought it was supposed to be the other way around. I'm supposed to be telling him to slow down, not speed up!"

"And you're complaining?" Darla shook her head. "You oughta be loving this."

"I do love it," I sighed. "I just…I want to love it more."

"Uh-huh." She laughed.

"I want to have sex," I said. "I want a boyfriend and I want to have sex with him. That's all."

"You will, Brandy." Darla patted my bare thigh. "He's just in love with you."

"What?" I blinked at her. "You think so?"

"Duh!" She rolled her eyes. "That's what I was talking about before. A guy like Dave Deere? He's probably fucked a hundred girls."

"Oh." I frowned.

"So the sex thing isn't how he judges a girl, you know?" Darla explained, and I had no idea if she knew what she was talking about or not. "He wants to know you first. He wants to talk and get serious and the sex, when it happens, that's just icing on the cake."

"You think he really loves me?" I wondered. "We just met though."

"If he's not fucking you already?" She grinned. "Yeah, he's in love, and he wants you to love him back."

"But…" I narrowed my eyes, thinking I kinda did love him, except I'd only known him for two days.

"You wanna have sex with the guy?" Darla asked me and I nodded. "Then tell him you love him. Tell him he's the only one and see what happens."

"I can't say that!"

"Why not?" She made a face at me.

"Because I don't know if I love him or not," I told her. "I mean, maybe…probably…but…"

"Well, don't tell him then," Darla shrugged, "but that's what he's waiting for."

"Hmmm…" I sighed, knowing Dave liked me a lot. But love? Is that what he'd meant about getting serious?

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"Going out again tonight?" Keith asked me, and I wished he wasn't there.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Dave's picking me up at seven."

It seemed strange, getting ready for another man in front of a guy that I was attracted to and whom I knew was attracted to me. Not to mention that we'd had sex before. Not real sex, but I'd jerked Keith off while we kissed. I'd sucked his cock and let him cum in my mouth and on my face. That was real enough, even if we hadn't gone all the way. And now he was sitting at the desk we shared, supposedly studying for one of his classes, while I made myself up for someone else. It was just really weird and I wasn't very comfortable doing it.

I wore a small black thong, with my cock and balls tucked neatly away. I felt his eyes on me as I pulled up a thigh-high stocking, black with roses along the seam and around the top. It left three inches of white skin exposed, a bit of teasing nakedness to inspire the imagination. My legs were as long and feminine as any girl could ask for and I enjoyed showing them off. I had my left foot on my bed as I pulled on the other stocking, unrolling it slowly while Keith stared at my butt. I had a world class ass, according to a couple guys in my psych class, and the crude compliment had made me laugh. I double checked the seams, making sure they were straight before stepping into a black nylon skirt. I'd just bought it that day, out shopping with Darla and spending what little money I didn't have. It had been red-tagged anyway, half off, and how could I say no to that? Especially the way it hugged my ass! That skirt was short and tight and really looked good.

I put on a black bra, this one not maiden-form or anything, so the lace was flat against my chest, but that was okay. I would wear a thin white blouse over it and even if I had more nipples than tits, I was going to look hot. Keith watched all of that too, not saying anything, but I knew he saw the love bites Dave had planted on my chest. I had some music going and that was cool. Some Black Eyed Peas, so I sorta danced around without really meaning to, but you know. Keith liked country and western, which was one of the reasons I'd left Kansas, to get away from that stuff. So I liked to play my music and try and convert the man into being a little more hip. Keith didn't mind usually. He liked the way I moved.

But I wished he wasn't watching me. We both knew I could have been doing all that dressing up for him, if he'd just dump his girlfriend and promise to love me forever. Or something like that. I wasn't sure what I wanted from him, to tell the truth, but definitely some kind of commitment, like a promise that I wasn't just his fuck buddy while he missed the girl who was waiting for him back home. Maybe I wasn't being fair about it, I wasn't sure, and that bothered me too.

"How do I look?" I asked Keith, just to tease him without trying to be mean.

I'd just finished fixing my face, putting on some crimson lipstick to match my fingernails and some dark eye shadow to make my blue eyes pop. Not too much, but just enough, and now I was standing in my leather heels, posing for the boy and daring him not to want me.

"Beautiful," he sighed.

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"Where are we going?" I wondered after another romantic dinner with Dave. I was getting seriously spoiled and I didn't know where he got the money, but he spent it like water.

"A little party?" He smiled at me. "If you don't mind being shown off."

"You're going to show me off?" I giggled, but I felt somewhat nervous inside.

"Yeah," Dave nodded. "Three dates in a row, I mean…That's gotta mean something right?"

"Yeeeeah…" I answered slowly. "Um, what does it mean to you?"

"I was kind of hoping it means you're my girlfriend."

"Are we gonna go steady?" I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Aren't we?" Dave asked, smiling back at me and looking impossibly handsome.

"Mmmm…Are you sure you don't have another girlfriend someplace?" I half-teased. "I don't want to share."

"No," he told me. "No girlfriends."

"Boyfriends?" I lifted my eyebrows. It didn't seem outside the realm of possibility, after all.

"Heh!" Dave chuckled. "No, none of those either. I'm not gay."

"Okay, well…" I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I can be your girlfriend."

"Good." He nodded at that and reached for my leg, stroking my thigh, and I couldn't help but spread my legs, if only slightly.

"You're not going to get in trouble, right?"

"For what?" Dave glanced at me as he negotiated downtown traffic.

"For you know," I shrugged. "I'm not keeping it a secret."

"Yeah, I noticed that right away, remember?" He slid his hand higher, under the hem of my skirt and I didn't stop him. "I'll take a hard time probably…"

"Hmmm…" I sighed.

"…but I've been taking it hard all my life, Brandy." Dave found my bare skin with his fingertips, caressing the inside of my thigh.

"Okay," I breathed, shifting in my seat as the back of his hand grazed the smallish bulge in my panties.

Dave was a big boy, twenty-two years old and a college senior. He was a minor celebrity, being one of the best college football players in the country. A lot of people watched him, he'd told me, and watched out for him as well. I didn't really understand any of it yet. I didn't understand how he could be willing to be serious about me and not worry about what people would think. I mean, all his friends were football players, for one thing. That's kind of a manly, testosterone loaded sport and most of those guys wouldn't think much of a girl like me, I was sure.

So I was scared, yeah.

"Another frat party?" We were back on campus and I looked at the large house, all red brick and white wooden trim and lit up like Christmas.

"No, this is the Lion's Den," he grinned at me. "Kind of home away from home for the players, you know?"

"The football players?" I asked him, definitely nervous now.

"Oh yeah." He turned off the engine. "Don't worry, nobody's going to be anything but nice, I promise."

"If you say so." I swallowed hard.

The idea of walking into anyplace called the Lion's Den didn't sound like a good idea and it hit me then just how much trust I was putting in Dave. I mean, if this was some elaborate plot to trick the faggot into walking into a gang-rape or just some good old fashioned ass kicking fun for a bunch of drunken football players…I put that thought out of my head quickly. Dave had taken me out twice before and it had been wonderful both times. We'd talked a lot and he'd kissed me. We'd made out like crazy and he wouldn't have done that if he wasn't serious.

I had to trust him, I told myself. Dave was my boyfriend now, so…

The music was going and there were a lot of people there, but it the sort of free-for-all party the way the one Friday night had been. The only guys there were the football players, or so I assumed since they were all huge, and the girls were all girlfriends, mostly. Some of them weren't, because there were like two girls for every guy, but they wanted to be, that was obvious. Some of those girls didn't mind sharing either. I blinked as some big black guy walked past us with his arms around two pretty girls, one black and the other a giggling redhead.

"Hey Dave." The guy nodded and kept going, giving me a look up and down before the black girl said something to get his attention.

"Wassup man! Whoa! Sweet!" A large white guy smiled at me as Dave walked me through the house.

"Hey Mouse," Dave said. "This is Brandy."

"Hi." I smiled up at the guy because he must have been six and half feet tall or something.

"Wow!" Mouse nodded. "You got any sisters?"

"Nope. Sorry," I giggled.

"She's hot, dude. What's she doin' with a bum like you?" Mouse laughed and Dave was already pulling me along by the hand.

We met a dozen guys like that and none of them had real names. They didn't even have nicknames that made sense. Like huge guys named Mouse and Tiny and one guy was called Chopper. It was all a little confusing, especially when someone handed me a glass of fruit punch. I took one sip and it was all punch! That one drink would probably knock me out cold. But I had fun and Dave was right, nobody was anything but nice to me. A few comments here and there about how sexy I looked, a lot of interested smiles, but I'd dressed for it too. I didn't mind the attention and neither did my new boyfriend.

"Every guy here wants to fuck you," Dave whispered as we sat close together on a sofa.

"All of them?" I asked softly, leaning against the man. He had his arm around me so that my head was against his chest.

"Uh-huh." He smiled down at me and I licked my lips.

"Even you?" I wondered.

"What do you think?" And then we were kissing, his tongue slipping easily into my mouth. We were in the middle of the party, but I didn't care.

We'd settled comfortably in the oversized living room where the music was loud and a couple guys played video games on a big screen television. I think their girlfriends were the ones dancing together, kinda dirty dancing and grabbing as much attention as they could. Some other couples were sitting together like Dave and I were, some of them making out from time to time. Other people were talking and drifting in and out of the room, bringing fresh drinks and snacks. It seemed kind of crazy, but kind of controlled too, and I wasn't nervous anymore.

"Are you gonna do something about it?" I breathed after a nice long kiss.

"Do you want to?" Dave asked, whispering the words into my ear.

"Yeah," I told him, and then giggled. "As long as it's not here."

"We can go upstairs," he suggested.

"Alright," I nodded, feeling my tummy tighten up as I realized we were really going to do it finally.

That was another kind of fear, just because I'd never gone all the way with a guy before. Blowjobs, yeah, but never really going all the way. I was a virgin and I suddenly wondered if I'd do it okay. I mean, it sounds dumb, but I wanted it to be good. I wanted it to be special, you know? Dave wasn't a virgin, I knew that, and I didn't want to disappoint him. Darla was right…Blonde was totally the right hair color for me!

"This is your room?" I smiled as Dave produced his keys and unlocked a door.

"Yeah," he agreed, pushing open the door and reaching inside for the lights. "I keep it locked, you know, otherwise…"

"I can imagine." I smiled and walked into his bedroom. "You guys have a wall of shame and all that?"

"What? No, not us!" Dave chuckled. "Don't worry, nobody's going to be taking your picture."

"I'm not worried," I sighed happily, feeling those butterflies in my tummy as I turned around in the middle of the room.

"Good," he said, closing the door behind him and locking it with a soft click. "I don't ever want you to worry about anything, okay?"

"Okay," I nodded, just looking at the man and he was so handsome.

Dave was tall and strong, with broad shoulders and muscular arms and legs that his clothes couldn't hide. He had light brown skin, darker than a good tan, but not really black. I liked Dave's color and his brown eyes and white teeth when he smiled. He was always smiling at me and his hair, coarse and thick and not kinky, but wavy and hardly combed at all. I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky.

"Why do you like me?" I asked softly, letting him take me in his arms.

"Why wouldn't I?" he wondered, holding me by the waist, looking down into my face and he was half a foot taller than me, even in my heels.

"I'm serious," I told him. "I really want to know before, um…"

"I don't know why," he said. "I remember I was seventeen and, uh…This kid I knew, a guy I hung around with, he had a magazine."

"A magazine?" I narrowed my eyes a little.

"Yeah, like porn, you know," Dave shrugged. "It was pretty dirty, but there was one part of it with a woman who was like you."

"Blonde?" I teased him.

"No!" He laughed. "Well, yeah…but, no. I mean, she had a dick and balls and she was beautiful."

"Yeah?" I smiled, stroking his shoulders with my fingers.

"Like you, yeah," he sighed. "So, anyway I didn't really get to look at her or anything."

"Because the other boy was there?"

"Right," he agreed. "As soon as we got to her, we laughed and skipped over the pictures. I had to pretend like it was totally wrong, but…" he drew a deep breath. "I never saw anything so sexy before in my life."

"And you've been looking for a girl like that ever since?"

"Kinda," he said with a little laugh. "Yeah. I guess so and when I heard about you, well…I had to introduce myself."

"I'm glad you did," I said, and part of me wondered if he'd have liked me if I didn't have a penis, but that was a meaningless question and it didn't matter.

"Me too." Dave kissed me, sliding his hands around to my back and pulling me against him.

My cocky had already grown stiff and I really hoped he wasn't going to make me cum in my panties again. I could feel Dave's erection and I pressed my tummy against it, wishing I had some real tits to rub against his chest. I had my fingers in his hair and I was sucking his tongue until Dave made me gasp when he grabbed my ass and picked me up.

"Hey!" I giggled, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

"I got ya, Brandy," he whispered, walking us towards the bed.

"I can tell." I rolled my eyes, but I was really enjoying this. He was so strong, he'd picked me up like I didn't weigh anything.

The bedroom was nice sized, with a large bed that had been made-up neatly with clean sheets and a big quilted comforter. There was a dresser and a couple nightstands, the usual sort of things you'd expect in a bedroom. Some posters on the wall, a bunch of trophies and boy stuff on his dresser. It all looked pretty normal and the music was dimmed, floating up through the floor. We were alone and Dave was putting me down on his bed and my heart was going fast.

"Are you going to unwrap me?" I giggled up at him, laying on my back as Dave stood there.

"Oh yeah," he nodded, and I smiled as he knelt by the side of the bed, reaching for my blouse and unbuttoning it slowly.

I sat up so Dave could get my blouse off, feeling goosebumps breaking out on my skin. I wasn't cold though, I felt hot all over, inside and out. He slipped my silk blouse off my shoulders and hung it over one of the bedposts while I reached behind me to unclasp my bra. I was still self-conscious about my flat chest, but I had little love bites around my nipples from the night before and they reminded me that Dave didn't mind. He'd loved my tits good and he was smiling at me as I let my bra fall down my arms.

He pushed me back down to the bed with a kiss, leaving me with my skirt, stockings, and shoes on. I was all white and black and sighing happily into the man's mouth as he leaned over me, rubbing my tummy and then my tits with a gentle hand. I played my tongue against his, my mouth filled with his sexy kiss while I felt Dave's hand moving south. His fingers were reaching for my tight skirt, the Lycra stretched taut as I spread my thighs for him.

"Ohhh…" I gasped and found Dave's ear with my mouth, kissing and nibbling at it when his hand found my cocky beneath my skirt.

"You're fine as hell," he whispered, cupping my hard penis through my lace panties. "You know that, Brandy?"

"That feels good," I moaned, clinging to the man as he played with my cock, just rubbing it and giving me some pressure to lift my hips against.

"Let me get my clothes off," he told me and I giggled, nodding quickly at that idea.

"Yeah," I breathed, letting Dave go and I wanted to do it for him.

I undressed the man, sitting on the edge of the bed with Dave standing in front of me. He kicked off his shoes, but I did everything else. I unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers, giggling and looking up all nervous and happy and so excited by what we were doing that it almost hurt. My nipples were dark and pointing out, swollen and burning as Dave reached for them. He played with my little girl tits while I worked at his belt and then his trousers.

"Mmmm…Tarzan!" I laughed, seeing his leopard print underwear, men's bikini briefs, and God! He was built for it. He looked totally sexy like that.

Dave's body was smooth with fine black hair on his legs. He had real muscles, like Keith except even more. Hard abs on a washboard stomach and pecs with small nipples that were so dark they were almost black. His legs were thick and strong and I felt genuine lust, a physical desire to touch the man's body all over. I wanted to kiss him and explore Dave with my tongue and hands, with my whole body against his. I thought he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen and he belonged in an advertisement for underwear or something, I swear.

"I'll call you Jane," he chuckled as he stepped out of his trousers slowly and I stared at the bulge in his briefs.

There was a dark stain there and I knew he was already wet with precum. His cock stretched the nylon enough that I could make out the shape of his cockhead. I licked my lips, hooking my fingers in the waistband of Dave's briefs and pulling him half a step closer as I started pushing his underwear down.

"Oh!" I hitched a sharp breath as his cock suddenly sprang free and it was large, obviously. Dave had a long cock, light brown like the rest of him and already hard for me. He wasn't especially thick, but nice and long with a smooth, circumcised head that glistened with his arousal. The scent of him filled my nose, a warm manly musk that I found irresistable as I breathed him deeply into my lungs.

I leaned forward, wrapping my hand around the shaft and kissed the tip, staining my lips with precum and then pushing out my tongue so I could lick him. Dave didn't say anything, he just watched me, nodding his head and breathing heavily as I worked my mouth along the warm, heavy length of his cock. The skin felt soft as satin and he quickly grew even harder for me, Dave's cock reaching a full seven or maybe even eight inches of rock solid muscle. There was absolutely no give to his erection, like it had been chiseled out of stone, I thought. A genuine work of art that I held with both hands, running my fingers over and around it.

"Your cock is beautiful," I whispered, smiling like an idiot, probably. "I just want you to know that."

"You're beautiful," he said, combing my hair out of my face with his fingers. "I love you, Brandy."

"Mmmmm..." My lips stretched as I took him into my mouth, tickling the underside with my tongue to get a moan of pleasure from Dave's open mouth. He put his other hand on my head as well, stroking my hair and coaxing me to slide my lips further down the shaft. I took his large balls in my left hand, feeling his testes full of sperm for me, the soft sack covered with fine curling pubic hair. I massaged his balls while I sucked him, bobbing my head and stroking him with my fist.

"I want to make you cum," I decided, lifting my mouth away and swallowing the spit and precum pooled on my tongue.

My chin glistened and the juices of mouth fucking him were running down my neck. I was being intentionally sloppy for him, filling the room with the sexy lip-smacking sounds of raw desire. Dave's cock slid across my cheek as I pursed my lips and pulled a long, wet kiss along the shaft. I wanted him wet all over and I kissed his balls, licking and sucking at his scrotum while he watched me. I dragged my tongue along the underside of his cock and took him again, deeper this time as I opened my throat for it. I held my breath and pushed myself down, swallowing around the swollen glans as I felt him stretching me for a brief moment before I pulled back.

I was sucking him off the best I knew how, keeping my mouth soft and using my tongue and hands, and especially my bright blue eyes. I kept my eyes turned upward so he could see the pleasure on my face as I loved his cock. I nursed slowly, greedily, with both hands on the man's hips. I refused to let him out of my mouth as Dave began thrusting with his hips, holding my head with his hands and using my mouth like a pussy. I didn't mind. I wanted him to get off that way, to cum in my mouth and know how eager I was to please him. And maybe, I thought, Dave would last a good long time when he fucked me for the first time.

"Oh Brandy…Baby…You'd better stop, ummmm…" Dave groaned between his teeth, holding me tightly as I dug my fingernails into his skin.

I didn't stop, but only sucked him faster, washing his cockhead with my tongue and inviting my new boyfriend to spill his load into my hungry mouth. I wanted to taste him and swallow the cream from his balls. When he erupted it was with thick, fast spurts of semen that quickly filled my mouth to overflowing. I swallowed as rapidly as I could and gagged slightly as Dave pushed himself a fraction too deep. He couldn't help it, I knew. He was cumming hard inside the soft confines of my loving mouth and his sperm leaked from my lips as my cheeks ballooned outward. God! He was shooting a lot of cum!

I was okay though. I swallowed him down until his eruption was spent. My mouth was coated with his salty orgasm and I savored the musky flavor and thick texture of the man. My tummy was full of Dave's semen and I imagined I could feel him inside me now, hot in my belly, and I washed his cock thoroughly with my tongue while he caught his breath.

"Oh Jesus! That was nice," he said, smiling down at me as I sat back, still holding his semi-hard cock with one hand while I gathered semen off my chin with the other.

"You taste good." I laughed lightly, sucking my finger clean.

"You didn't have to do that," Dave told me, and I gave him a petulant look, like why wouldn't I want to swallow his cum? But I know a lot of girls don't.

"You're complaining?" I teased, showing him my cum stained tongue. "I want to do everything for you."

"I want to do something for you too," he said, reaching for my shoulders and pushing me back on the bed. "Let's take this off now…"

I giggled as Dave knelt on the floor and I was lying on the bed with my knees bent over the edge of the mattress. He pulled my skirt down to reveal my black thong barely containing my hard little cocky, and my balls not at all. My pink, hairless scrotum was loose with the taut nylon disappearing across my virgin anus and between the cheeks of my ass. Dave pulled my skirt all the way off and then my heels, holding my feet in his hands and kissing my stocking covered toes while I laughed.

"You have a foot fetish?" I wondered with a teasing voice, and Dave just sighed.

"I have a Brandy fetish," he said, opening his mouth and taking my left foot into his mouth, all five toes at once. He suckled gently, licking them through the black silk.

I sighed happily as he lavished attention on my feet for five minutes at least before kissing his way up my legs slowly. Dave took me by the back of my knees, pushing me up and keeping me spread so that my thong covered asshole was exposed. I'd thought he was going to kiss my aching cocky, but Dave wanted to eat my virgin boy pussy and get me ready for his cock, and that felt really good for me. I was moaning and biting my lips, and this was a first for me, having a man lick my tight little sphincter.

He left my stockings on and my panties too, keeping my penis barely covered and easily visible through the lace. Dave pulled my thong aside enough so he could tongue my asshole and I held my legs up for him, my knees practically touching my shoulders as I wrapped my arms around them. Dave spread my cheeks and his mouth felt soft and wet and warm, his breath making me tingle and shiver. He kissed my asshole and licked it, with his nose pressed against my balls. Dave was eating my sexy hole like he would a real pussy and I'd never experienced anything like it before.

It was almost impossible to stay still and I guess I'm kind of noisy in bed, real active too, because when something feels good, I can't keep it in. I was moaning loudly and encouraging Dave to lick my ass, to tongue fuck me deeper. He'd gotten me nice and relaxed and the tip of his tongue penetrated my anus, not very far, but enough so I could feel it, and I whimpered with pleasure.

Dave surprised me with a finger and I gasped and giggled, feeling my asshole being stretched easily around it. I'd fingered my own ass plenty of times, but this was better. This was a man doing it for me, entering my asshole slowly, so gently that I could imagine nothing better. Dave licked around it, pumping his digit in and out of my rectum and getting me wet with his spit. I shivered uncontrollably, my whole body jerking with every rapid beat of my heart. Dave fingered me for a long time and as good as it felt, I was getting impatient to feel his cock inside me.

"Fuck me, Dave…I want you inside me," I whispered. "Please…Make love to me now."

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, but I didn't care. I wouldn't mind the pain at all, because having Dave inside me was going to be perfect.

"Come up here…" I told him, letting go of my legs and I couldn't wait anymore. If he kept loving my ass with his mouth I was going to cum in my panties.

I pushed my thong down with Dave's help, getting naked but for the stockings because I think he liked those a lot. We were laying fully on the bed and making out again, Dave's hand finding my girlish penis as I found his manly cock. We jerked each other off, getting happily entangled while our tongues wrestled in his mouth and then mine. I was going to cum any second and Dave kept squeezing me, rubbing his thumb around the precum leaking from my cockhead. I pulled him towards me, moving my body and pressing Dave's cock against mine. I replaced his hand with my own, squeezing my smaller erection against his and rubbing us together.

"Oh! Ummm…" I gasped, and he kissed me hard and deep, jamming his tongue into my mouth as he felt my orgasm against his manhood.

My cocky jerked and pulsed, shooting semen from the tip and against my hand as I covered it, massaging my cum onto both of us at once. I was cumming on Dave's cock and sucking his tongue, fighting for the small breaths of air I could steal from his lungs. Dave held me tightly, hunching his hips and sliding his cock through my semen covered fingers. His cockhead stabbed into my soft tummy and rubbed along my slippery penis. I'd cum a lot and it was all over us, and that's when Dave took me finally.

He put me on my back, with my legs over his broad shoulders and I was nodding up at him, my eyes wide with nervous excitement. I gripped his body with my cummy fingers and felt his erection against my spread and ready asshole, my virgin boy pussy wet with his saliva. Dave's cock was covered with my cum and that's all the lubrication we were going to have, and I felt a tiny pang of fear, but I wanted this more than anything.

"I'll go slow," Dave promised, and he covered my mouth with his as I felt a man pushing into my body for the very first time.

It hurt, but not terribly. Not like I'd imagined it would. Dave's cock was long, but not so thick and that was a good thing. My anus stretched reluctantly around him with a vague burning sensation and a dull ache. His cockhead seemed to pop inside me and I blinked at the sensation, almost giggling, and Dave wondered if I was okay.

"Yeah," I breathed. "Fuck me now. I want to feel you inside me. All the way."

"Hmmm…" He smiled at that, moving his hips, getting a good tight grip on my shoulders and then he pushed long and hard.

I winced and groaned and shut my eyes as his cock forced its way into my virgin rectum. Dave was fucking me. He was making love to me and that thought made the discomfort worth it. He started pumping my ass with his cock, giving me half of him, or maybe a little more, but content with that. He kissed me over and over as I clutched him like a child. My asshole stretched around him, clasping at his swollen cock, and I was almost surprised when I suddenly realized the pain was gone. It was uncomfortable and definitely a strange feeling, but the sharpness had faded away and I began to enjoy the physical sensation of making love as much as I did the emotional.

Dave started rocking me deeper and faster after several minutes of being patient and letting me get used to him. Now I could smile and nod my head, telling him it felt wonderful. He could fuck me all night, I whispered. I wanted all of his cock inside me. I wanted him to fill me completely and cum inside me. We were making love and Dave took long strokes, driving his hardness in and out of me at a steady pace. I felt his ball slapping my ass about the same time as his cockhead found something special way down deep in my tummy.

"Ahhh!" I gasped with an electric jolt of pleasure. His cock had found my prostate and it sent lightning bolts of pleasure through my body.

"What?" Dave froze with concern and I laughed breathlessly, shaking my head.

"Don't stop. It's good," I told him. "It feels so good right now."

That's all my boyfriend needed to hear and I felt nothing but the intense pleasure of being fucked by a strong, handsome man. Dave worked his cock in and out of me for ten minutes probably, pausing every now and again just to keep himself from cumming too soon. My asshole was tight around him, hot and gripping his prick like a fist. I tried to fuck him back, wriggling my hips and rolling my ass, squeezing my muscles as much as I could, but he had me pinned down like a butterfly. I was helpless beneath him and I enjoyed that most of all. Dave could fuck me as long and hard as he wanted and I could do nothing but take it like the girl I was.

"Oh Brandy!" Dave groaned at last, driving his cock one last time into the depths of my ass. He was cumming.

I pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him while his semen filled my body with an indistinct warmth. I could feel his cock jerking against the well-worn walls of my rectum like we were joined completely. His orgasm was mine and I was practically crying with the pleasure of it. My own cock was soft then, not hard at all, but I was aroused and excited like I'd never been before in my life. My penis didn't matter one little bit and it had nothing to do with the overwhelming emotions that flooded me. Dave had taken my virginity, loved me as a man does with a woman, and I was definitely falling in love.

 

Chapter 5