Storiesonline.net ------- Virgin Hunter by Ken Randall Copyright© 2005 by Ken Randall ------- Description: Fifteen year-old Halley, a terribly lonely young girl, the daughter of a cold and distant single mother, becomes obsessed with seducing a neighbourhood boy to distract herself from the emptiness of her life. The boy is equally shy and reserved, the child of a religious family, and he refuses all her advances. Will Halley win in the end, or is she doomed to the agony of neglected loneliness? Codes: MF mf rom 1st teen reluc exhib oral pett ------- ------- "The only boy who could ever reach me, was the son of a preacher man." - Dusty Springfield "I've got money in my pocket. I like the color of my hair. I've got a friend who loves me. I've got a house. I've got a car. I've got a good mother, and her voice is what keeps me here." - Jann Arden ------- Chapter 1 I lay in the cold dark of the night, wrapped up in my thick black blanket, listening to the wind whistle through a crack in my window, and wishing I could fall asleep. The only light was from the blood-red clock on my dresser that slowly ticked the minutes by, sluggishly, like an old man falling asleep at the controls. I was all alone, trying to think of a reason to cry. Crying usually helped me fall asleep. I was a fifteen-year-old virgin, one of the last girls in my class to lose it. I barely even had friends, never mind a boyfriend, and I used to get teased quite a bit about it. I'm not ugly or anything, just painfully shy. I get looks from guys. I get the comments yelled at me out of car windows and stuff, just like any other girl - "Nice ass, baby!" or "Check out those tits!" - stuff like that, but as I said, I was the shy, quiet type. I'm friendly enough. A lot of people know me, and I've had my share of short-term love interests. Overall though, I think I mostly kept to myself, especially when we moved to yet another new school. Being the daughter of a single mom who has a full-time job and an active dating life, I was left to my own devices pretty much seven days a week. Most nights "Darling Darla" didn't come home at all. She kept the bills paid and food in the fridge, she leaves me a twenty for allowance every weekend, but other than that, I'd been raising myself since I was eleven. The only time I really saw her was Saturday afternoons when she dropped off groceries, and Sundays when she spent the day sleeping it off. I taught myself how to cook, do my own laundry, and get myself ready for school in the morning. I kept our place pretty clean, mostly because I had very little else to do. I think I preferred mom staying away actually. As I was lying there in the dark that night I heard her come in with a guy I didn't even know. It was after 2:30 a.m. I heard them giggling, and mumbling stuff to each other, and then I heard clothes being stripped off. Minutes later, they were naked and fucking. They did the nasty, and she screamed and moaned, carrying on like an absolute whore until almost four in the morning. I lay in bed listening, trying not to listen, but hearing it anyway, trying my hardest to fall asleep, feeling completely and totally alone. "Oh, god! Fuck me with that big fat cock of yours! I love it! Harder, baby! Harder! I'm gonna come! Uh! Yes! Fuck!" I lay there with my pillow over my head, screaming into the mattress for them to shut the hell up, and hating the warm wet tingle that emanated from my squirming pelvis. They were right in the living room, outside my bedroom door too, and that made it even worse. A few minutes later they were gone, retired to her bedroom I assume. I couldn't tell. Soon they would be asleep, or they'd fuck some more and then he'd sneak out after she was passed out. At least I hoped he would, whoever he was. I woke up one night and found one of these guys feeling me up in my sleep after mom was passed out. His thumb was on my clit, winding around in slow circles and I had been dreaming I was being fondled by a teacher at school that I liked. Suddenly the guy was climbing onto the bed and parting my legs to mount me. He was sliding his cock up and down my slit, readying me for penetration when I woke up. "Get the fuck off me, asshole, or I'll fucking scream." I was more annoyed at being woken up from the nice dream than anything else, and the guy didn't sense an ounce of fear in me. He jumped off me, trying to feed me some bullshit about thinking I was my mom, then simply booked it out of there and never came back. It was the strangest moment of my life I think. I should have been scared out of my mind with a potentially dangerous stranger hovering over me in the dark like that, with me wearing only a night shirt and no underwear. If I hadn't woken up his cock would have been in me, busting my tight little cherry before I had a chance to fight him off. I wasn't scared at all though. I was angry, and this anger translated into a strange sense of confidence in me, like I didn't have time for this shit from this creepy old pervert. The next day I told mom to keep her boyfriends in her own fucking bedroom from now on. Any normal mother would have called the cops on the guy when I told her he had gotten himself on top of me and almost had his dick inside me, but not Darla. I actually think she was a little mad at me for it. She didn't even say sorry. She hasn't come home from a night at the bar since. I haven't seen very much of her at all in fact. Anyway, suffice it to say I was lonely and starved for attention, any attention, when I started seeing this boy named Danny. He was a quiet boy, just like me, the son of a minister I think. Something like that. He was nervous and jittery and would jump at any noise above conversation level. He was a handsome enough boy: blond hair, killer blue eyes, a nice physique beneath his baggy clothes, and a really great butt. He had very little self-confidence though, and he seemed to spend the better part of his life avoiding people. I found him standing in front of my house one day, staring down the street at a group of tough-looking kids on the corner. He didn't want to go that way, but he had to, to get home. He just stood there for the longest time thinking about it. I watched him as I walked up. "What's going on?" I asked. "Huh?" he said, startled at my sudden appearance. "What's going on?" I repeated. "Nothing." There was a long pause. I stared at him, and he stared up the street. "So you were just standing here waiting for me to come along and say hello?" "Uh, oh, no. I was just-" "You're worried about those guys down there?" "Yeah. Well, they bug me all the time." I thought for a moment while I looked him up and down. He was so cute; I couldn't believe he was as shy as he was. He looked like he could have had any girl he wanted. "You wanna come in for a few minutes until they take off?" I asked, feeling like my stomach would bust open from the butterflies buzzing around in there. He looked at me, looked at my house, looked at the neighbourhood goons, and then nodded. We went inside. That's how it started. We got in and sat down to watch TV. We never even said two words to each other that whole first day. I sat there trying not to stare at him in the dim light of the living room. He was really beautiful in that light and I wanted to sit next to him, but I think he might have jumped through a window if I'd done that at that point. He left about an hour later, and I spend the rest of the evening by myself, looking at pictures of him in the yearbook. The next day, he was standing in front of my house again, staring nervously up the street at the same gang he'd avoided the day before. "Come on in," I said. He followed without discussion. The day after that he was sitting on my front steps when I got home. I'd been seeing him for a few weeks before we actually did anything together. We had ample opportunity, being constantly alone together, but nothing happened. He was as frightened as a mouse just being alone in there with me it seemed. Our very first kiss didn't happen for two whole weeks. It was inspired by a music video we were watching in which the two characters on the screen were passionately kissing. Danny and I sat next to each other, watching intently and feeling really excited by it. I'd never kissed anyone before. I looked over at him and he looked at me. We knew we wanted to kiss each other but we were both so nervous. Finally I made the first move for the first time. After staring into each other's eyes in an extended moment of teenaged awkwardness, I leaned over and kissed him, gently on the mouth. He kissed me back after a moment, then I pulled away, easily overwhelmed by the intensity of it. For the rest of the week I thought of nothing else. What a rush! What bliss! Just to kiss a boy as beautiful as Danny, even if it was just a sweet and innocent peck. I could still feel it like a ghost on my lips for the rest of the night. Of course I played it cool toward him though, teasing him about getting overly excited and just about dying of a heart attack over the whole thing. He laughed nervously and I suddenly realized that I was more correct than I realized. I suddenly felt an odd sense of power and control, even at this early stage. I could make him react so strongly just by kissing him like that. What else could I do? That same video came on again the next day. This time I didn't hesitate. I just went for it, spurred on by my desperate longing for more affection. We kissed longer this time. His lips were soft and his breath smelled sweet. Our hearts pounded wildly. It seemed to last forever. Finally Danny broke the kiss. He jumped up and said he had to go. Then I was alone again, feeling aroused and confused, but filled with an odd sense of power at the same time. Had I really made a boy run away scared from me? After that our time together dissolved into regular make-out sessions. It got to the point where we just assumed that's what we would be doing and made no pretence of watching TV first. As soon as we got into the living room we wrapped ourselves around each other for our daily fix of excited teenage affection. I was always the one in control though, and we both seemed to like it that way. I was the boss, and he did whatever I said. I even made him get on his knees and beg to kiss me a few times and it gave me a strange giddy thrill, looking down at him. It made my privates tingle having him that close to them. He was only begging for a kiss however, and when I gave it to him it felt a thousand times better somehow. I began wearing makeup around that time too, stealing it from my mom's bedroom vanity, and even spritzing on a bit of perfume for effect. My outfits got tighter, more revealing, and I even began skipping the whole underwear thing. My goal was to attract Danny so he would stay as long as he possibly could each night before leaving me all alone. It seemed to work. Danny's eyes widened when he saw me, he actually took the initiative for once and kissed me when he smelled my perfume. He buried his face in my neck and breathed deeply, holding me tight in his arms. I felt all weak and shaky all of the sudden. I felt like a desired woman. He stayed until almost six that day, and I was loving life. We spent our time just kissing at first, just on the lips, no tongues. Then eventually tongue kissing, then kissing on the neck and ears. Gradually our nervous little hands began to wander to other parts as well - my waist, my thighs, his chest and stomach - nothing too risky at first. I can't say I didn't want it though. I was a shameless little tease, trying my best to snare him into staying with whatever means I had whenever I sensed him getting anxious to leave. "Do you wanna touch me?" "Touch you?" "Here, on my breasts?" "No," he said, obviously lying, and he didn't either, even when I pulled up my shirt and showed them to him - two bobbling round globes of C-sized female flesh, jiggling right before his eyes. I shook them back and forth and even squeezed them together with my elbows. He almost drooled on himself and I smiled my naughtiest smile at him. "Go ahead. Grab 'em," I dared him. He showed a torturous amount of self-restraint however, and eventually I lowered my shirt again. "That's good," I said. "I don't want you thinking you can just paw me whenever you feel like it." I was lying too of course. I wanted nothing more than for him to grab onto my fat jiggling tits and grope them for all they were worth. It felt good being in control though. Over the weeks our make-out sessions became more about fun for its own sake than about me wanting him to stay a little longer. My loneliness was still a big part of it, but as we grew more comfortable with one another, it became more and more about pure lust. I began to find myself excessively wet down there during the last class of the day, and it got worse on the way home as I anticipated the kissing, the touching, the closeness we would enjoy. It even happened when I wasn't even thinking about Danny. It became such a routine for us that my pussy trained itself to drool like Pavlov's dog every afternoon around 3:30 p.m. I never needed to resist any advances, however. He never made any. Most of the time he was more nervous than I was and would never take me as far as I wanted to go. It was I that led him through to higher plateaus of intimacy each time. I needed attention, to be touched, to be loved, and he needed to be coached at it. He was always eager to oblige however, once I'd given him new permissions of my body. He was reluctant though, and this was as much a turn-on as it was frustrating as hell. His reluctance reinforced how taboo our activities were, and that made it way sexier. The day finally came, after weeks of this shallow foreplay, that we actually felt each other up for the first time. After the usual extensive round of kissing each other all over, I moved his hands to my breasts. My nipples tingled deliciously under his trembling caresses, though they were buried beneath a layer of clothing. Our hearts pounded and we broke the kiss to stare into one another's eyes. This became the new frontier of our sexuality and he never passed it until I prompted him to. I lifted my shirt again and showed them to him, daring him to touch them directly, but he didn't. They were full and swollen from my arousal and the nipples were tingling and standing tall, begging to be sucked into his warm slippery kiss. He just sat there like a doe in the headlights though, and never even moved so much as a finger toward them. I was growing more and more insecure by the day. Finally I confronted him about it. "Why won't you touch me? Don't you find me attractive?" "Of course I do. It's just- it's wrong, you know? We shouldn't be doing any of this. We're not married." "But you want to do it. You can do it. I'm letting you. I'm asking you to do. So what if we're not married. Nobody really believes in that old fashioned thinking anymore." I had my tits out through all this rationale, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. I knew it was only a matter of time. His arousal would get the better of him, and I would win. "It's still wrong," he said, "whether everyone else is doing it or not." "You haven't run away yet. I'm sitting here shoving my tits in your face and you're telling me it's wrong, but you're still sitting there. You want to touch them. I know you do. I can see it in your eyes." "No. I don't," he said, but I knew he was lying. "You don't want to touch my tits?" I asked. He shook his head no, shaking badly. I was driving him nuts and I loved it. "How about this then?" I asked. I lied back on the couch, unsnapped my jeans and wiggled out of them, dragging them down to my ankles and spreading lewdly before his astonished eyes. My pussy glowed before him, pink and puffy, begging to be touched, fondled, caressed, licked. I have no idea why I did this. It wasn't like me at all. I think maybe it was my overall frustration with his gentlemanliness. I wanted him to jump me, but he was perfectly polite the whole time. I think my strange behaviour arose also from the thought of him leaving in a while. I dreaded being all alone again and anything I could do to make him stay a little longer was better than hearing the dead silence after the door shut behind him. Let him jump on me and fuck me right there. I didn't care - I actually wanted him to in a way - as long as I had someone with me in the big, scary quiet of the night. He did nothing though. I reached down and petted and played with it myself, daring him to grab me. "Come on," I said. "Look how wet it is. I'm all hot for you, Danny. Feel this. It's so warm and wet and slippery soft. It wants you." Still he did nothing. I almost screamed at him. He swallowed hard, letting only half a grin escape him, and then he got up and nervously left. "Wait!" I called out, tugging my jeans back up. "I gotta go," he said. I caught up to him though, and pushed him back against the wall. I kissed him hard and he melted into it after a moment, and once he melted I pulled his hands up and placed them on my braless breasts, under my shirt. He groaned helplessly and began hesitantly massaging them. "Yes, that's it. Keep going. I love it," I said in a hot whisper, breaking the kiss and pressing my cheek into his. It felt beautiful. His hands were strong and hot against my cool skin. My nipples tingled and hardened. By breasts swelled to a ripe fullness. My heart quickened and my breathing came in long, slow pants. I wanted more. "Kiss them, Danny. Suck my nipples." He leaned down, lifted my shirt and in an instant I felt my tingling little nipples sucked into his hot slippery kiss for the very first time. I held his head lovingly and moaned. He moved and sucked on the other. It was the most beautiful two-minutes of my life so far, but then he pulled away. I was soaking wet, almost right through my jeans, and was almost ready to rape him right there, but I felt too weak to do anything but stand there, waiting for his next move. "I gotta go," he said, and I almost cried right then and there. I almost wept like a baby, but I held it in until after he was gone. The door shut behind him like a coffin, and I slid down to the floor and poured out my guts, bawling like baby. I wanted him so badly. It was making me insane. I spent the rest of the evening alone, watching TV in the dark, hugging my knees to my chest. Mom didn't even call. The next day however, our make-out session included him freely feeling up and sucking my breasts as much as he wanted. Now that that barrier was broken my breasts were open season, and I could not have been happier. Having remained at this level of intimacy for about a week I felt ready to try something even more daring. After flashing my vulva at him repeatedly over the course of several days, without him so much as laying a finger on it, I decided I would make him feel me up down there. I got in a hot bath and shaved my pussy right down to its soft velvety skin, leaving only a small tuft of hair on my pubic bone as evidence of my womanhood. I rushed home from school the next day, got myself made up and perfumed, and then changed into one of my mom's mini-skirts, without underwear underneath. Today was the big day! I felt absolutely whorish, walking around with my bare pussy exposed beneath my skirt, but I loved it. I felt like a woman who knew what she wanted and was determined to get it. I twirled in front of the mirror and admired the firm round globes of my ass. Then I decided, just for good measure, to add one of my mom's garter belts and a pair of black stockings as well. I looked so fucking hot I wanted to fuck myself. When Danny got to my place, we got right into it. I met him at the door and his eyes popped out at the outfit I was wearing. I smiled coyly at him, letting him know he was in for a treat today, and he smiled back. "You look beautiful," he said, and I almost swooned. I took him by the hand and led him into my bedroom, avoiding our usual couch location in an attempt to charge the situation with even more tension and excitement. We went in and I lay down on my bed, pulling him down beside me in a comfortable embrace. After kissing for almost and hour and having my chest eagerly fondled, kissed, and sucked, I worked up the excitement between us and finally moved his hand from my breasts down to my crotch. He was shocked at first, but I knew he had expected it. I voiced my approval, moaning gratuitously into our kiss, and I swear I thought he would have a heart attack he got so worked up. It was as close as you could get to fucking without actually doing it, or so I thought at the time. He massaged me down there for the longest time, hesitantly, nervously, and with far too much guilt. I showed him where my clit was and he circled it with his finger, with torturous caution, like it was a dangerous animal that might bite him. That made it even more maddening! He kept trying to pull his hand away, but I wouldn't let him stop. He kept pulling away and I kept pulling him back, feeling that anxious physical drive pulling me toward something big and overwhelming. I thought I would never get there, he was clumsy and faltering, but the more I thought about how in control I was of the situation, the more excited I got. I realized that if I wanted to I could order him to pull off his pants and fuck me right there, and he would. That thought finally tipped me over the brink and I exploded internally in my first ever boy-induced orgasm, crying out, clutching at him with all my strength, and moaning like a whore beneath him. It was the most exciting thing I'd ever experienced. I sounded so much like my mother in that moment, getting her rocks off with her man-of-the-week, that it was scary. I just went with it though. I was her daughter after all, and I was coming. What was I supposed to sound like? He was swirling his tongue around my nipple, and tickling the other with his fingers. His hand was flat against my clit and I'd wet it completely with my flowing lubrication. I began bumping my clit up into his palm over and over again, and suddenly I popped. My whole body seized up as this incredible dazzling shock of ecstatic pleasure buzzed through me. I couldn't even breathe for a moment it was so powerful. I just bucked against his hand, working my body through the climax and had him moaning along with me as he watched my erotic display. "Ah, god! I'm coming, Danny," was all I said, and he held me tight, still sucking my breasts as I waded through the tides of bliss. Finally it was over and I lay there, trembling and whimpering in his arms, telling him I loved him over and over again. He pulled his hand away and went to the washroom to clean it. When he got back from the washroom he was fully dressed and composed and I knew he was leaving. "Do you have to go?" I asked. "I can do something for you too." He shook his head, gave me one more kiss on the lips and then walked out. "Tomorrow," he said. I got up and followed him to the door. "Do you want me to rub you in return? Or I could do other stuff for you, Danny. Do you have to go? I'll take all my clothes off. We can just lay there and talk or something." "My parents are expecting me," he said. Then he was gone. Silence filled the house like death. I went and lie down in my mother's bed and fell asleep hugging her pillow, wondering why I was crying. The next day I returned the favour to him. We went straight into my bedroom again. After a good forty-five minutes of kissing and fondling, I reached down and began rubbing him through his pants. He was hard and throbbing and he almost cried when I touched him. It turned me on terribly. I was in love with his innocence and nervous eagerness, I even liked the fear I sensed in him. I tried to take his cock out of his pants, wanting to fondle it directly, but he stopped me. So we simply kissed and cuddled while I stroked excitedly across the bulge in his pants. After about twenty minutes of this he had his first girl-induced orgasm inside his pants, and then he returned the favour to me, stroking directly across my sloshing wet pussy with his eager little hand. I climaxed much quicker that time, twice, and he tore himself away again. "I love you, Danny." I said as he walked to the door. "I love you too, Halley," he replied. It was the first time he ever said it. I almost died of overwhelming joy. He actually loved me! I suddenly felt complete. I woke up that night, and the house was dead quiet. I assumed mom wasn't home, but when. I opened my bedroom door and walked out into the hall I found her on her knees going down on some guy who sat on our couch like a king, grinning down at her as she bobbed and licked at him like she was starving to death and he was the last source of food on earth. I stood there in shock, watching her do it in the dim light of the aquarium. "That's it, baby. Suck it hard. There's a good girl." I remember he had a foreign accent, and a really big dick. She bent down to kiss and lick at his balls and the tip of it went all the way up beyond her hairline, smearing a line of slobber across her face. Finally I tore my eyes away, telling myself I was disgusted, but feeling incredibly aroused as usual, deep down inside. I went to the washroom and then headed back to my room, sneaking quietly all the way. When I passed by them again, he was near coming. He groaned deliriously and she pulled off him, jerking him off, pumping his squirting load into her wide open mouth. It jetted across her tongue, powerfully at first, but then in slowly weakening spurts until finally he collapsed back onto the couch, spent, and she closed her mouth to swallow. "Delicious," she said, licking and sucking on his faltering member. The guy just pushed her away and began tugging her clothes off. I gather they were pretty drunk. I seized the opportunity to duck into my room. I got into bed and lied there, unable to sleep for the longest time. My mind was spinning with the images I'd seen and I struggled between equally strong feeling of revulsion and lust, resentment and envy. She had someone, at least for the night; I had no one. Finally I simply lay there, hugging a pillow over my head to drown out the moans of her getting that big fat prick rammed up into one of her holes for the next hour or so. Trying to block out their fuck noises was useless though, partly because another part of me didn't want to drown them out. The moaning and squeaking of the couch was turning me on. I was soaking wet and it felt good, in spite of my mental repulsion. My fingers eventually found their way down to the slippery little nub of my clit and, after a shuddering little orgasm of my own, I was able to fall asleep in spite of their noise. Masturbation was not a regular habit of mine, but sometimes it was the only thing that helped me relax. I thought of Danny while I did it, and after I came, I decided that I had to go all the way with him. It had to be him. It could only be him. I couldn't imagine ever being with anyone else. The next day I worked up my nerve, my determination, and went to the school nurse to ask for some birth control pills. She gave me three packs of them, and told me how to use them. She also gave me a couple dozen condoms, and four or five pamphlets on sexuality, diseases, pregnancy, and rape. I started my period a couple days later and began taking the pills. I wasn't exactly sure how long it would be before I slept with Danny, but I wanted to be ready. I didn't think I'd need the condoms though, since both he and I were virgins and couldn't possibly have any diseases. I stashed them in my closet for a rainy day. Danny was a little confused for a few days. I wasn't letting him touch me down there all of the sudden, but he figured it out when his hand wandered down there and found the thick bulge of a pad. I pulled his hand away and put it on my breast instead. "Wait a few more days," I said. A few days later, after my period was done, he returned to his manual massaging with a vengeance. He was no longer afraid to touch me down there; now he seemed like he was eager for it. He had gotten his hand inside my panties and touched my pussy directly, and he was as excited as a shy young man could be. I ate up the attention, gluttonous for more. I let him have me, all of me, without reserve. After about a week at this new level of sexuality between us I began to get a little eager for more once again. I felt a need to conquer some new frontier in our nervous little love games. That day I wore a skirt (no panties as usual) and made him feel me up under it, this time guiding his fingers to slide into the wet little crevice of my teenaged vulva. I wanted him inside me this time. "Do it," I said firmly. "Touch my pussy. Finger me. Stick it in me." He swallowed nervously, and did nothing until I finally grabbed his hand and pulled it forcefully to my vaginal opening. He relented and began stirring his fingers around the mouth of my vagina. "Do it," I said. "Yeah, like that. That feels nice. Stick it in. Finger me, Danny. I wanna feel it inside me." My pussy was puffy and soft beneath his touch, and his hands trembled as he rubbed it up and down. After a minute I pushed his hand away, flipped my skirt completely up, and spread my legs wide open to his full access. I grabbed his hand again and guided his fingers back into my slippery little crevice. His hand jerked away like I'd bit him, but I held on, holding him hard against me until he finally gave in. "Put your finger inside me," I whispered with trembling breath. "Do it, Danny. I love you." I was tight and wet, and squeezing and relaxing, flowing with the wetness that would assist any penetration he attempted. He tried, but it wouldn't go in. My cherry was in the way, and it hurt like hell when he pressed on it. I even bled a bit. That of course freaked him out, so I guided his fingers back up to my clit instead and we both trembled with an almost panicked excitement. He didn't have the slightest idea what he was doing but the intensity of the situation was more than enough to bring me to several powerful orgasms. I held his hand and used it to rub myself to climax. He was trembling so strongly it was almost like a vibrator. "Danny, I- Oh, god, I- I want you to do me, for real," I said. I had come at least three times and I was soaking wet. My thighs were squirming; my knees were weak; my tummy felt all inside out with butterflies. Most of all I felt completely and totally in love with the beautiful boy. I was awash in sexy hormones and was absolutely convinced that he would be my first, and it would happen right then and there. I wanted to feel his cock pumping deep inside me. It was almost primal. I was even growling a bit, which must have scared him. I was pulling him up on top of me, between my legs, before he had a chance to answer. "What? Right now?" he said. "Yes, now," I answered. "Do whatever you want to me. Make it feel good. Put it in me, all the way in, as far as you want, as much as you want. Just please don't go, okay?" He relented a bit, and let me take his cock out, tugging his pants and underwear down over his gorgeous little ass. That's when I saw his dick for the first time. It was an angry reddish color, about six inches maybe, and about as thick as a jumbo hotdog I guess. It thrust out at my stomach and throbbed out an ooze of a clear coloured liquid that I imagined must be his come. The stuff mom's guy had shot out was white and a lot thicker than this though. I was a little confused, but I tried not to let it show. I feigned confidence and worked at losing myself in the moment. I grabbed it and began rubbing it up and down my slick little slit, urging him eagerly to slide it in me. I was so hot and wet I actually began to feel dizzy. His cock kissed my tingling clit over and over and I slid it down to my entrance, ready for his penetration. He did not move forward though. I lifted my pelvis to swallow him, but he pulled back. I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward but the angle was wrong, and he slid up across my belly. "Just do it, Danny. Bust my cherry. Be the first man inside me. I want it so bad." "Oh, no. Oh, no. What am I doing?" he said, but didn't pull away. "If feels so good, doesn't it?" I said. "Yeah," he answered. His dick was sliding up and down my slit, across my clit and I was getting even more excited. I kept trying to angle it down so it would go inside me, but he just kept pumping it across my clit instead. It was driving me nuts. Finally, after about three or four minutes of this, I managed to get him into the very mouth of me. My cherry stretched painfully across his cock head, but it didn't break. There was more bleeding, but I loved it this time. It meant I was a woman. I thrust my pelvis at him again, and he stretched a little deeper into me. "Ow!" I whimpered. It hurt more than I thought it would, like tearing and burning, and my thighs stiffened up against him. He pulled away again, but I pulled him back, forcing myself to relax, forcing myself to be brave. He pumped his cock up and down across my slit a couple more times and was suddenly shooting off. His come blasted all the way up my body, painting a long white line from my belly button to my right breast, and then another, and then a third. His eyes closed, and he shook like a leaf, spurting his male essence all over my panting body. Now I understood. The clear stuff had only been a leak of some sort. This was the real thing. After about five or six powerful squirts he was done, and he pulled backward, away from me, sitting on his heels and staring down at me in horror, as if he'd killed me. "I'm so sorry!" he said. "Sorry for what? I wanted it!" "I shouldn't have-" "No! You didn't do enough! Bust my cherry now and fuck me for real, it'll feel even better. I promise!" I reached down to grab at his cock, but he pulled away immediately, leaving my virginity intact for the time being, and got his pants done up again. He grabbed up a towel from off my headboard and cleaned up the wet sexy mess he'd made. It was as though he'd spilled milk in the kitchen as was afraid his mommy would find out. It was the first ejaculation ever to touch my body, and I almost didn't want it off me. It was a trophy of sorts, my prize for being sexy and pleasurable for him, but with a few swipes of the towel it was leaving again. "I have to go," he said. "Please, Danny. Just stay and fuck me. It'll only take five minutes. I love you. I want you to do it. It will feel so good for you, being inside me for real. Don't be scared. I'm not scared." "I can't," he said, as nervous as a little boy. He got up and hurried out the door. I rolled over onto my side and cried until my ribs were sore from sobbing. I cried myself to sleep. Mom actually came home that night, but she was drunk and miserable, muttering under her breath about some asshole who ditched her for his "whore of a wife". She slammed cupboards and clattered pots and pans around, trying to make herself some food. I just lay in my bed, feeling simultaneously, angry, afraid, and lonely. Part of me wanted to go out and take care of her, but another part wanted to go out and slap her around for being a stupid drunken slut all her life when she was supposed to be taking care of me. I dozed off eventually, when the noise quieted down but I soon woke up smelling smoke. I ran to the kitchen and found her grilled cheese sandwich burned to a black charred lump in the pan. I shut off the stove and went into the living room to tear a strip off of her. I stopped in my tracks when I saw her though. She was passed out on the couch with her mouth wide open. She had dried come in her hair and on her cheek and neck. Some guy had obviously had his way with her and dumped her off like a used rag. I looked down at my belly, and felt the tightness of the dried come that Danny had left behind on me. I stood there for a long time, thinking. Then I went to the bathroom, got a warm cloth and wiped her face. She barely stirred. She mumbled something in her sleep and whimpered a bit. Then I cleaned myself up with the same cloth. "Good night, mom," I said in the silence of the night. I shut off the lights and went back to bed, feeling for the first time like I really was her daughter, in spite of our distance. ------- Chapter 2 The next day after school I was eager to pick up where I'd left off with Danny. After our usual kissing, fondling, fingering routine I reached down and undid his pants. He tried to stop me, like a sissy little girl, but I pushed his hands away and wrenched his pants open, feeling almost angry at his resistance. Finally, he just sat there as I got his pants down and pulled his underwear down around his thighs. His cock stood up proudly, more eager for attention than its owner was. It throbbed and a drooling string of pre-cum leaked from its smirking little mouth. I breathed in the musky sweaty scent and was, as usual, simultaneously repulsed and aroused by the thick male smell of him. On one hand it smelled kind of sweaty and a little ripe - not bad really, not like B.O., just kind of rich and manly, slightly offensive, compared to my perfume I guess, but it also smelled sexy, like raw flesh, like thrusting, throbbing, and squirting. It made me wet, even as a crinkled my nose in disgust. I closed my eyes and saw it spurting across my body once again, an image I'll perhaps never forget as long as I live. He just sat there with his head back and his eyes closed, honestly looking terribly afraid, like he was about to be destroyed or something. All I wanted to do was please him. I thought he was being a little too dramatic. I reached down to touch him and he gasped intensely, almost as if he was in pain. His little ooze of cum was warm and slippery. He looked down at me and I saw a brief moment of ecstasy in his eyes, but then he closed them again and went back to looking terrified. I almost wanted to stop, but I was too wound up by then. He throbbed again in my hand as I cautiously stroked him up and down the way I'd seen my mom do with her guy. Another drool of come leaked out of him. I quickly lifted it to my tongue to taste it. I know it seems like an odd thing to do, but I'd heard that a guy's come tastes kind of sweet. I was morbidly curious, and too excited to resist the urge. It was sort of sweet, actually, sugary and oily, and this excited me even more. I began to steadily fondle and caress his swollen erection, sliding my hand up and down the entire length of him over and over again, feeling his heat and hardness, the softness of the skin on it. It was making me all gooey in the head, drunk with overflowing hormones. I massaged his scrotum curiously too, feeling the weight of his balls and the velvety texture of the wrinkled skin down there. Then I went back to his penis. I slid my palms and fingers gently up and down it as though it were the most precious thing in the world. He gasped and shuddered in front of me like a tortured animal and I became intoxicated with the excitement of the moment. My head went all woozy and I had a sloppy grin in the dim light of the living room. The blinds were down and the greenish-blue glow of the aquarium was the strongest light in the room. "How does that feel?" I asked, curious, excited, eager to give him all the pleasure I could. "It's wonderful," he said, but he almost sounded like he was crying. I wrapped my entire hand around his cock and played with the loose little skin below the head of it, pulling it up over the head and down again. This was what mom had done with that guy when his stuff shot out into her mouth. I wanted to make it happen for Danny too. Mom's guy seemed to love it beyond belief. I did this over and over again, drunk with the power I held over his entire being. I kissed him as well, adding the warm wet swirl of my tongue on his to the pleasure of my rapidly stroking hand. He responded gorgeously, cringing and sighing, panting and whimpering as I brought him toward his second direct sexual orgasm. His motions on the couch were so sexy I began to feel a little dizzy in the head myself. His pelvis churned upward into my every stroke, instinctively trying to simulate the motions of actual sex in his own clumsy little way. It might have been clumsy and awkward, but it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever experienced in my life so far. His cock throbbed in my grip and I grinned, tugging faster, wanting to make it throb again. It was like playing with a new toy, figuring out how it works, what would make it pop. I wanted it to pop, and coat my knuckles with his warm sticky goo. I had a terribly strong urge to jump on him right there and slam that beautiful cock up my slippery little hole before he had a chance to stop me. It was so close. I was wearing a short little skirt and no panties. All I had to do was jump into his lap and slide it in, but I couldn't. If I tried it and he stopped me, I would be completely crushed. I didn't think I could handle that. I wanted him so badly I was shaking though. What could I do? In a moment of inspiration I reached down and scooped some of the moisture from between my legs. I could feel the wetness literally running down my inner thighs. I took the mess from my privates and slathered it onto him. Something deep and carnal inside me wanted us to connect in that way, if not directly. He saw me do this and his eyes widened. I scooped up more, and then went back for a third helping, and soon his cock was wet and slippery from root to tip with my female wetness. I stroked him like this, firmly and steadily, imagining it must feel exactly like fucking me, and he suddenly lurched upward, lifting his ass right off the couch. I grinned to myself at the chaotic ecstasy on his face as I swirled my wet slippery hand around the head of his hot pulsating dick. Now I could do it. He was in so much pleasure I could jump on him right now. He has his eyes closed. He might not even notice. While I was sitting there thinking about it, he climaxed in my hand. Oh my god it surprised me! He went off with a cry of what seemed like agony and I let out a shocked gasp as the come shot out into the air between us. It went all the way up about two feet and plopped messily back down on my wrist. I kept jerking at him with my hand and another spurt flew up into the air, arced downward and landed on his belly. When he wasn't looking I aimed it him up into my mouth and caught the third spurt across my tongue the way mom had done. It tasted bland, thick, salty, subtly sweet. I rolled it across my tongue, wincing a bit at the yucky slimy stickiness of it, but then swallowed it quickly just before he opened his eyes to look at me in a dazed craze of lust and awe. "Ah!" he said, and I smiled proudly, still pumping him with all the eagerness I could muster. My wet slippery little hand milked him eagerly, and he shuddered like he was chilled to the bone, even though he was as hot as I'd ever seen him. Another splatter dropped across my stroking knuckles. I pumped him almost hypnotically, mesmerized by the raw eroticism of the male ejaculation. Another spurt squirted out and rolled down across my wriggling fingers, and the next merely dribbled out the end of his penis. I kept on pumping, squeezing him from root to tip like a toothpaste tube, and he grabbed my hand to stop me, with a strained look on his face. "Okay. Okay. Please stop!" he stammered. I obeyed, turning my attention to the white stringy goo that had issued forth of our intimacy. It was hot, but rapidly cooling. It was sticky and creamy and I tried to visualize millions of little sperms desperately questing for an egg they would not find. Poor little bastards. I got up after a few minutes of studying his ejaculation and went to get a wash cloth from the bathroom. I cleaned us both and dropped it onto the floor beside us. Then we went back to kissing. "You've given me the greatest pleasure a human being could ever feel. I'll love you forever." I almost fainted right there. My body flipped over inside about fifteen times and my guts boiled up into my throat. It was amazing to my already overwhelmed little brain. I was suddenly knocked out of the seat of power, feeling like a tiny little girl in his arms, just shaking and kissing him like he was the last man on earth. This was the second time he told me he loved me. I finally felt the love I'd been craving from someone, and I was hooked. If this was how you got a boy to love you I would gladly do it for him any time he wanted. It felt so good to be adored like that. In that moment I would have done absolutely anything for him. If he'd asked to stick it up my sweet little virgin ass right then and there I would have told him to lube up and shove it in. I was a little girl in his arms; I was helpless before him. It felt good being naughty and sexy as well. I wanted to fuck him again. I straddled him on the couch and began sliding my slippery wet pussy up and down the length of his throbbing shaft. I wanted it inside me and I didn't care if it hurt this time. I would force it through in one swift stroke, screaming if I had to, and make myself a woman across his beautifully thrusting cock. He gripped my hips however and took control of my motions. He wouldn't let me climb up onto the end of his cock to slide it in me once and for all. He did guide me in stroking my pussy to a deliriously slick wet orgasm however, and that was second best. He came again himself a few minutes later, spurting a thick gooey mess between our bodies. I was beginning to love the smell of his come. It smelled rich and musky, and it made my head giddy with lust. I played with the mess we made, stirring my fingers around in it, and rubbing it around on my breasts. I felt happy, like a full-grown woman who'd done a good job of getting her man off right, twice. I even took some on the end of my finger and sucked it clean right in front of him. His mouth was wide open and he looked stunned by the pure eroticism of it. This made me even more assured of my sexiness. I was all woman, his woman, and I loved it. This ended our latest sexual adventure. He got up, pulled his pants up, kissed me for about five more minutes, whispering more vows of eternal love into my ear, and then he left. I was all alone again, feeling emotionally complete for the first time, but tortured with physical arousal by the image of the gratuitous ejaculations I'd witnessed that day. Some deep and primal sexuality had been awakened inside me. I didn't understand it, but I knew I wanted more. I decided that things would have to move more rapidly from now on. We could no longer rest on these new plateaus of pleasure for weeks at a time. I decided that tomorrow he would go down on me, and I would go down on him. I went into my mom's room and dug her sex manuals out of her night stand and studied them carefully, especially the parts detailing orals sex, or "Mouth Music" as they called it. The guy in the picture looked like he was dying of pleasure and the girl looked totally sexy, completely in control, like his dick was a joystick with which she could control his entire being. I read the instructions, if you can call it that, and after about twenty minutes or so I felt I had a fairly good grasp of what I was supposed to be doing the next day. I reached into mom's nightstand again and pulled out a couple of her porn mags as well, searching out pictures of girls giving head and getting licked down there. It got me so wound up I actually broke down and masturbated on my mom's bed, just thinking about Danny's pretty little face down between my legs, licking me everywhere, making me come. The school day seemed to drag on forever. Danny and I met in the halls between every class, rapidly kissing and whispering sweet and dirty things into each other's ears. This served only to excite me more, and I found I could not concentrate at all. I told Danny to see if he could get out of his last class of the day and meet me at my house. He promised to try. I told the school nurse I wasn't feeling well and she excused me from the final class of the day. I hurried home, took a hot bath and waited for Danny. He apparently was unable to get out of his class and didn't arrive until close to four o'clock. I met him at the door wearing only a bathrobe and his eyes popped out of his head, wondering what I had planed for this day. We got busy making out right away. Our hands and mouths were all over each other. I dragged him into the living room and shoved him onto the couch. "I've been waiting all day for this, Danny," I purred. "I can't wait any more..." I slowly drew my robe open and soaked in the image of his face beholding my full frontal nakedness for the first time. His eyes were glazed with lust and his jaw dropped open as though all strength had left him. I stepped forward and brought his mouth to my stomach. He kissed me all over my tummy and even lifted his face to suck and nibble on my nipples. This sent sweet little tingles through me that somehow were connected to my privates. My little pussy churned involuntarily and flowed freely, wetting itself for whatever might come next. All this was so wonderfully exciting. "I love you so, so much," he whispered between kisses. I swooned inwardly. My knees weakened from the onslaught of emotional and physical ecstasy. His hand went to my vulva without prompting, sending sweet little spasm of pleasure through my already trembling body. My flesh seemed to awaken all over and I tingled with every awkward and eager motion we made against each other. My robe fell off my shoulders and dropped to the floor. His free hand moved to caress my naked ass. "Kiss me," I pleaded in a shaky voice. He began to rise. "No," I said, stopping him immediately. "Down there." With ignorant enthusiasm he pressed his lips to my swollen vulva. It was not immediate bliss, but after a moment he began hitting some really nice spots. "T- tongue, Danny," I instructed deliriously. I felt his tongue flick out across my clit as I stood before him and my knees gave out. I fell forward and he turned me to lie before him on the couch. He slid off the seat and knelt down. Then he turned his mouth down to the yearning gravity of my womanhood. His tongue found my clitoris but merely passed by after an agonizingly brief swirl on its way down across my swollen, pouting labia. "No," I corrected him. "Up here." I'm not sure how I knew exactly what I wanted, but I did. Perhaps it was from mom's books and porno mags. Perhaps it was from fantasizing about this moment for so long. I don't know. Anyway, Danny obeyed my directions immediately, returning his tongue to my sexual apex and gripping my ass in both hands with a strength that had him in complete control of me. That did the trick. In a matter of maybe two minutes he had my coming like a wild vixen on the couch before him. I ground my pelvis violently upward into his mouth and pressed his head to my privates with both hands, almost screaming out the pleasure I felt. I was still hindered by self-conscious modesty, though, and could manage only a few strained squeaks and gasps. I wanted to scream out though. The scream was part of the pleasure of climax and I hated to restrain it, but my nervous little girl heart wouldn't let go. I didn't want to sound like my mother. So I was driven through the orgasm with no more than a heavy sigh escaping me. Danny knew I was coming though, and began to slow down. "No! Don't s- stop... please!" I managed to say. He was prompted to renewed vigour and he brought me all the way through the orgasm and around to the beginnings of the next one. I came again, and then again, and he never let up. He was eager to please and insanely excited by the overtly erotic display of my repeated climaxes. This was all the encouragement he needed, and he got me off a good four or five times before I began to grow numb to the pleasure, and then finally a bit sore. My legs were complete jelly, and I could barely move beneath him. He could have had his way with me right then if he wanted to, and I wouldn't have been able to do a damn thing about it. I doubt I would have wanted to stop him of course, in that state, but he never tried anything anyway. He just knelt down there, licking and sucking my clit like a good little boy, as I dissolved into liquefied satisfaction before him. I told him to stop and he did. My legs were weak and trembling, as though I'd just run ten miles, and I found I somehow couldn't stop my body from shaking. I felt gooey and tingly all over and the hormones coursing through me made me feel thick and hot and sexy, as though the gratuitous satisfaction I felt was oozing from my very pores. I looked down at him and saw his face awash with my wetness. It was all over his mouth and chin, and even across his cheeks and a bit on his nose. He wiped it away happily on the sleeve of my fallen robe and sat like an eager little puppy dog, waiting for his master's next command. I floated down from the clouds of post-orgasmic bliss and decided it was time to return the favour. "You poor, desperate little boy," I teased. "You must be aching with neglect. Stand up." "Why?" he asked. "Because I'm gonna suck your cock, and you better not argue about it this time, or I'll fucking rape you." "I'm not arguing," he said, and gave me the most beautiful smile ever. Suddenly I couldn't wait to get my hot little mouth around his cock. I actually drooled on myself and had to wipe it off on my sleeve. I giggled and smacked his thigh, prompting him to get up. He stood up before me and I sat up to face his pelvis. I undid his pants carefully and nervously and his erection sprang free, almost hitting me in the nose with its eagerness. I slid his pants down his thighs and took the hot throbbing thing in my hand. There was the clear come again, only this time, instead of wiping at it with my fingers I used my tongue. It tasted sweet, as it had the first time, and I was spurred on to take sweet little licks at it, like an ice cream cone. I licked all around the head and underside of it, while my hand guided it this way and that across my tongue. I kissed it and stroked it lovingly, teasing its length with my fingertips as well, and fondling his full, heavy balls, the balls I would soon drain dry. The poor boy had the look of a dying man draped across his face, just like in the sex book, and for a moment I thought he really might die. But he didn't, and for the first time ever he took initiative with me. He reached down to pull my mouth open by my chin, and slowly slid his cock in. I looked up into his eyes, my gaze shining with innocent awe, and took his erection into my mouth, slowly widening my kiss as his thickness advanced inside. I was as excited as he was, having never done this before and I enjoyed every moment of it in my own way. I felt his shaft slide across my tongue and I tasted his hot masculine flesh for the first time. I opened up and took him in. I wrapped my lips experimentally around the end of it and explored it with my tongue. There was not really any taste to it. This surprised me. I'd overheard girls talking about the "taste of cock", and I wondered what they had been referring to. It was alive in my mouth though, twitching and throbbing with every beat of his heart. I could actually feel it! It was covered over by soft, sweet, velvety skin that slid back and forth over the hardness beneath as I slowly, gently moved my mouth back and forth on him a couple times. This evidently gave him incredible pleasure and he caressed my head almost worshipfully, whimpering and sighing in ecstasy above me. Then I gave it a little bit of suction, as the book had instructed, and a swirl of my tongue, the way I did when we kissed. This was no kiss though, I thought to myself. It was Danny's hot sexy cock in my mouth. My heart was pounding so loud I could feel it in my ears, and I panted through my nose as I massaged his gorgeous cock inside my wet swirling suction. His legs shook and he stammered out some nonsensical sentiments of undying love. He sounded almost drunk with the pleasure I was giving him, and that turned me on even more. I flicked my eyes upward to capture the look on his face as I slowly engulfed more of him in my warm little mouth. He was in heaven, and I felt an odd sense of pride that it was I who brought him there. If he loved me before this, he would love me even more now! I dragged my slippery wet lips down the length of his cock, taking more and more in as I went, and offered him little extra swirls of pleasure with my tongue as it slid down the underside of him. It didn't take me long to figure out that he absolutely loved my tongue all over him. He throbbed in my mouth and whimpered like a baby above me and I fell in love with the power I had of making him completely mine. I could have told him to kill his own mother right then, and he might have actually considered it. I was becoming drunk with the power I held over him, as I bathed his entire being in the lubricious ecstasy of my eager and hot young mouth. It was doing an amateur job I on him, merely adequate compared to the skills I would one day have, but neither of us had any notion of any deficiency on my part. Suddenly I thought of my mother on this very couch, bobbing wildly up and down on that strange man's cock that one night. I turned Danny around and sat him down on the couch, without pulling myself off of him, then I really went to town on him, imitating the moves I'd seen my mother make, hollowing her cheeks out with suction, bobbing vigorously, slobbering shamelessly all over his cock, in between bobs with wanton-looking lashings of her tongue. I was driven by some instinctive urge to please the cock before me, and I honestly blanked out for a while as I did it. "You're a goddess. I swear. It's so beautiful!" My heart swelled within me. I squealed excitedly at the praise, drinking it up like I was dying of thirst, and increased my pace and intensity. I found myself whimpering and cooing, like a hungry baby as I suckled at him, moaning into his manhood as though I were in absolute ecstasy just having him in my mouth. A shudder rippled through him and I was filled with renewed enthusiasm. It was almost as if I was sucking energy out of him, like some kind of sexual vampire. He seemed to get weaker and weaker, while I seemed to get more and more invigorated as the moments passed. "Wait, wait, wait!" he cried out, pushing me away suddenly. "Stop! I don't want to finish yet. It's so beautiful." I stopped, pulling away and kissing and licking at his thighs and balls for a moment, dying to hear more of his ardent praise. I didn't have to wait long. "I love you so much, baby," he said. "You're so beautiful in every way." "I love everything about you, Danny. I love the way your cock feels in my mouth, throbbing, hot and thick. I love the way you move. I love the way you smell. I love your taste, and your beautiful eyes looking down on me like that. I just want to kill you with pleasure, you're so wonderful." What can I say? I was in love. His cock throbbed in my hand once again, and I took this as a cue to continue. I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted him to finish, gloriously in my hot bobbing mouth. I wanted to complete my love for him, letting him come inside my kiss and swallowing every last beautiful drop for him. I began giving him head with a purpose then. No more pussy-footing around. My mouth moved up and down his cock and I began sucking more firmly on him as well, as I figured a girl in my position should. This got a delighted reaction from him and he shook violently before me as I milked his delicate young manhood with my bobbing mouth and wildly whipping tongue. My whimpering and moaning increased as well, as I felt his ecstasy increase. I wanted his come, and you could tell too by the sounds I was making. And I noticed these weird little slurping and sucking sounds as I worked on him and he shivered and flinched like he was being electrocuted before me. I knew he was in heaven though. You could see it all over him, and it added to the overall sexiness of the situation. On a whim I lifted one hand to caress his balls, and jerked on the root of his cock with the other. I figured he might like that. He cried out loud in a long slow groan of ecstasy and that was it. The next thing I knew, a thick hot spurt of his semen erupted into my mouth. I pulled back at the shock of it but hung on to the end of him, keeping his cock inside the suction of my mouth with a lusciously tight seal of my lips. He flooded my mouth with his come, pumping his hips up and down, fucking my mouth with shuddering, thrusting strokes across my soft wet tongue. He gripped my head too, hard and aggressive, and that made me wet myself even more. He pushed my head downward and his cock jammed into the back of my throat. I almost gagged at this but still I hung on, jerking and squeezing its root until its throbbing and spewing ceased inside my overflowing mouth. His come was oozing out the sides of my lips I was so full of it. He babbled incoherently, holding my head and even laughing a bit. He was too stunned to do anything but sit there with his mouth wide open, but he still looked sexy to me. Finally I popped off him with a wet smack of my lips, giggled at our absolute naughtiness, and, after a lewd little glance up at him, began swallowing everything he had given me. His come oozed sensuously down my throat and I smiled like I owned him. It was running down my chin too, and his dick was twitching and throbbing, angry red and slimy with my sweet teen saliva. I stroked it with my hand and he finally let out a grin. "I could really get used to that," he said. "It was awesome!" "No more playing hard-to-get?" I asked. "No more," he said. "I love you." We kissed a bit after that, he felt up my breasts for a while, and fondled my clit a bit, but just when I was getting into it, hoping he would actually fuck me, he pulled away and looked into my eyes. "Yes, honey?" I said. "Can you do it again?" he said. "Okay, baby," I said. "I love you. Whatever you want." I gave him head again, this time with less caution, less preliminary teasing, and more direct sucking, bobbing, and slurping on him. I made love to his cock with my mouth, and he moaned happily above me, petting me like a kitten as I bobbed and purred, licking and sucking at his cock and balls. My mouth massaged him, my tongue slathered him with warm slippery pleasure, and my lips sealed him inside my gorgeously tight wet suction, sliding up and down his shaft with every move of my head. He lasted a lot longer this time, and eventually began urging me onward, faster and faster. My jaw was getting sore and I kept pulling off of him to rest while I jerked him with my hand, and he kept pushing me back down on him again. It was a hot and sexy tug of war between us, but in the end he won out, and I was reduced to a bobbing sucking, slurping slut, sucking his cock for him, on command. I loved it though. Finally he was taking control. "Don't stop," he pleaded, getting a little frustrated with me. "I'm sorry. My jaw is getting tired." "Just finish me off, and then you can rest." I obeyed, taking him back in again and sucking him in and out of my wide-stretched mouth. My jaw began to hurt again, but I kept going, even speeding up, wanting to please him. "Ah, yeah! Here it comes. Get ready." A few hot sucking bobs later and he finally popped. I wanted to take it in my mouth again, but the first shot hit me in the back of the throat and I almost choked. I pulled back suddenly and the second shot spurted it into my face instead. I pulled back even more, in shock as a hot stringy spurt splashed out onto my face, but then I came to my senses once again. I began jerking him with my hand in order to finish him off properly. My face was soon painted with his come. It squirted out in long stringy arcs and I tugged and stroked eagerly on his cock, watching in a daze of lust as the full evidence of his male climax came exploding out at me. I was hypnotized once again by the raw eroticism of the messy ejaculation. Some of it hit me in the cheeks, some went into my panting little mouth, some on my chin and neck, and some hit my nose, but there was still more. I aimed the last few spurts directly into my mouth, jerking and stroking him energetically. When he seemed to be completely finished, drained of every drop of his virility, I squeezed the length of his cock from root to tip, drawing the last remaining dribbles of come out of him, smearing it across my tongue. Then I looked up at him and gratuitously swallowed the thick mess that he had deposited in my mouth. He looked down at me in shock and I winked at him. A rope of come dripped down from my chin and plopped messily onto my tits. He laughed and I began smearing his delighted cock across my face in the mess he'd made of me. I giggled, trying my best to show him how much I enjoyed doing all this with him, and he caressed my slimy cheek affectionately in response. I felt like a total slut right then, on my knees there in front of the couch with come all over my face, exactly like my mother, but another part of me was totally into it. I was lost in the sheer sexiness of the moment and I just did what came naturally. I wanted to be sexy. I wanted to please him, to show him how much I totally loved him, so I abandoned all inhibitions completely and just made myself his little whore. It felt so right. I was panting and shaking as much as he was. I sat there on my knees, like a pretty little porn star, stroking his cock in my hand and rubbing it all over my face. Even that felt wonderful. I had taken my first come facial. I must have looked like a wanton little prostitute but I didn't care. I smiled happily up at him, glad to give him whatever pleasure I could - physical, visual, whatever. He had done a beautiful service for me and I wanted nothing more than to return the favour. I had drained him dry, twice, and left him satisfied. He looked down at me with a mix of adoration and rampant lust on his face, but the fear and awe he'd once held toward me were gone. Things had changed somehow between us. "I gotta go," he said. "Okay," I said. "Can you call me later?" "Probably not. I'm not allowed on the phone much at home." I walked him to the door, still smiling, still wearing his wet sticky orgasm all over my face. "You look so hot," he said. "Damn sexy." "I should go to school like this," I joked. He squeezed my ass. "Kiss me," I said. "Ew. Gross!" "I love you," "You too." I grabbed at his cock, teasing him, but he pushed my hand away. A few minutes later he was gone. The first thing I did was walk down to the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror for a good ten minutes. I saw my man's come all over me, and I could only describe the repulsive mess in one word: satisfaction - his satisfaction, and that made my self-assurance go through the roof. Hopefully it had done the same thing for him. I finally washed the mess off my face and brushed my teeth. Then I went back to the living room to clean up the other messes we'd made. I scooped up the cum-stained robe off of the floor and threw it in the laundry with the rest of my clothes, and sat on the washing machine for the entire cycle, all by myself, just thinking. He came over the next day and took me straight to the bedroom, pushing me to my knees, and sliding his cock into my slippery wet mouth. I was excited by the abruptness and spontaneity of it, and went nuts on him as I had the last time. Soon he was painting me up with his male release and I was smiling up at him, his happy little whore, licking his come from my lips and off my fingers while I stroked him in my hand. "You look gorgeous like that," he said. "Thank you," I replied. He seemed to like that, more so than coming in my mouth. We messed around for a while, and I did him again. It was him that took the initiative this time too, and I thought about that nervous little boy I'd found standing in front of my house so many weeks ago. After those first few blow-jobs and come facials he no longer revered me as a delicate little china doll. He no longer waited impatiently for me to lead the way. He no longer hesitated in our intimacy, and he trembled a lot less. I could not have been happier. I felt like a real girl, with a real boyfriend, who led the way, taking control, taking what he wanted and loving me for all I was worth. I was too young to understand all the psychology behind it though. All I knew was that I just wanted to please him in every way, hoping he'd love me for it as much as I loved him. It worked too. The more I tried to please him, the bolder and more self-assured he got with me. I gave him so many blowjobs in the next few weeks that it seemed like that was all we did. I didn't complain though, I was getting better and better at it. He was getting better at it too, more confident. He no longer blew off in my face inside of thirty seconds. He learned control, and our enjoyment of it lasted as long as he wanted it to. I knew what he liked and I gave it to him, slow at first, gradually building up, faster, harder, deeper, until finally he let me know he was ready to pop by pushing me away from him to take yet another facial. Sometimes I would take the facial, but other times I took it in my mouth. I loved finishing him off blissfully in my slithering wet suction, making him babble like a baby as he filled my hot little mouth with come. I wasn't completely neglected of course. He still went down on me at least once a day, and made me come with his hands and penis as well. We even tried a 69 a few times, and that was fun too. He also enjoyed fucking my cleavage, spurting on my neck once in a while too. Through it all, I was still eager to get fucked by him, but he wouldn't relent. This was the last line we had to cross, and he dragged it out for weeks. I think partly it was due to the satisfaction of the blowjobs I was constantly giving him. He got off on those and didn't need anything else. I was hungry to get fucked though, and I bugged him about it all the time. Eventually we began to talk more and more about him fucking me. I had been on the pill for over a month, and had never missed, so I was pretty much safe. He wasn't interested in talking about it too much though, and he let me know it, keeping my mouth constantly stuffed full of his cock. Finally, a couple weeks later, after we'd been together for two months, three weeks after the first blowjob I'd given him, he told me to be waiting for him in my robe again. He said he had big plans for me that night. I was still anxious to finally going all the way for real, and it seemed like the day was finally here. The way he was talking, it didn't seem like I would have a choice in the matter. I was wet right through my pants that afternoon at school, and had to go home early. I couldn't concentrate anyway. He had decided we would fuck and I would go along with it. Soon I would have his cock in me. ------- Chapter 3 Finally after hours of agonizing wait, the evening came. He arrived and he had flowers for me. Flowers! I'd never gotten flowers from a boy before. They were beautiful. I squealed like a kid at a carnival and jumped into his arms. He kissed me deeply. "I love you, Halley," he said. Then we were in the living room, ready for sex. I started him off with a hand-job, after he had eagerly pawed at my tits, ass, and clit. He sat down in the usual position and I knelt before him and began jerking him off. I was excited just having my hand around his cock. It was hot and strong in my hand, and his balls were soft and ticklish as I stroked them with my fingers. Then he gave me an order. "Suck it," he said bluntly. I looked up at him, a little shocked. My tummy tumbled over with excitement, and pussy burst like a damn, suddenly flowing wet. I obeyed quickly, excited by his new-found masculine power. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked on it ravenously. My fast and slippery mouth worked over the length of him as though I'd done it all my life and within a matter of a minute he pushed me away and began shooting into my face. Hot gobs of come hit me and oozed down my panting visage. He stared down at me with a delighted grin, straining with the exertion of the orgasm. I took it all, even turning my face this way and that as I jerked the come out of him, trying to hit places that hadn't received any yet. Finally he was done. Was he happy? Was he satisfied? I needed to know. My heart begged for reassurance. "That was great, babe!" he complimented me. "You look so fuckin' sexy..." My heart swooned once again, grateful for the compliment, crude though it may have been. I drank it up emotionally with almost as much vigour as I had received his ejaculation physically. I so wanted to please him. To be loved, touched, and cared for. I loved his attention. I loved being on my knees before him with his come all over my face. "Lie down now, baby," he grinned. "I've got a nice surprise for you." This time it was me trembling like a nervous little bunny. I wiped the come from my face with the robe once again and got up on the couch. He knelt in between my knees and pulled my pelvis to hang over the edge of the seat. My legs sprawled open, wantonly exposing my naked privates to his every boyish whim. I was shaky and trembling once again. I couldn't have stopped shaking if I'd wanted to. I was about to be penetrated - to have a cock inside me for the first time. I was scared and excited. The moment was finally here! "Please tell me you love me," I said. "Of course I do," he said, almost annoyed. "Well say it then!" "What difference does it make? You know I do." "I'm sorry," I said. "I love you, Halley. You know I do, and before we do this, I want you to have this." Danny pulled out a little box and gave it to me. I opened it up, surprised and excited. It was a ring. "Oh my god, Danny!" I said. My breath was literally taken away. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. "Put it on," he said. "You. You put it on me." He took my hand and slid the ring onto my finger. "I want you to promise me that you'll love me forever after today, that you'll never leave me, that'll you'll always be here for me no matter what, that you'll treat me like a husband, even though we're not really married, and that you will marry me for real one day. I know we're supposed to wait until marriage, but I know you really want this, and I love you so much that I'd do anything for you. As far as I'm concerned, once we do this, we're husband and wife, so I wanted to get you this ring to prove it. I know it sounds corny, but I wanted to do things right. Will you promise me all these things?" Tears were flowing down my cheeks. I couldn't speak. My whole body was shaking and I'd never felt so happy. I was only fifteen and I'd already landed the man of my dreams - the most beautiful man ever. "Yes," I said. "Yes to everything, and everything else. Anything you want. Forever." This was all I could say. He kissed me, and we held each other for a long time. I was on an emotional high, but his cock pressed against my pubic bone was getting me really hot. I began to rock my pelvis up and down beneath him. "You ready?" he said. I nodded. I was more ready now than I ever realized I could be. He stroked himself into full erection once again and I watched him position his manhood at the entrance to my slippery little hole. Then I watched his face as he awkwardly poked around, searching for my vagina. He wore a sloppy grin that was dripping with love and admiration for me. His cock looked huge next to my tiny little pinhole of a vagina, and I began to shake nervously, worried about the pain that would result. I have to admit, I was extremely aroused as well though. My emotions battled wildly with my physical urges, making me tremble before him like a helpless little girl. I was lost in the conflict between raw lust and emotional ecstasy, and he smiled at me, reassuring me that everything would be okay. He slid the head of his cock into my slippery little crevice and came up against my cherry. I squeaked a little at the slight sting when he pushed against it, and I closed my thighs against him. He grunted in command, and I opened them again. He pushed hard and my cherry tore. He wasn't inside yet though, he was merely ripping through me. "Ouch!" I said. Tears sprang to my eyes and I flinched violently, resisting the urge to throw him off me. He pushed again, and I tore some more. I cried out loud this time, long and sobbing, telling him how much he was hurting me. "We have to hurt you, or it won't get in," he said. "I'm sorry." "I know," I said. "One more time. Do it all the way this time." He gave a sharp thrust and suddenly the head of him was inside me. I cried out, feeling the burning sting of my cherry as it died across his advance. He let out a gratified sigh, and I let out a long moan of agony, shaking beneath him like I'd been shot. His cock was in me. I was no longer a virgin. He held still for a moment, and then began slowly stroking in and out of me, the head, then half an inch of his shaft as well, then another half inch. We both stared down at it. I was oozing blood. We both shook like we were terrified. "Holy shit, it's really in," I said. "It's over now," he answered. "Everything's okay." "It still hurts." "I know. I'm sorry." "Does it feel good for you?" I asked with tears in my eyes. "How is it?" "Completely gorgeous! So tight! Mmm!" he said. It was tight too. I felt his cock stretching me as he worked it in inch by inch, wetting the length of it a little at a time with my vaginal excitement. The more it was wetted, the deeper it slid in on the next thrust. Finally it was in half way, about three inches deep. My pussy was burning and stinging from the pain of defloration, and the stretching of his thick hard cock inside me, wrapped tight around his throbbing width. He pressed into me with an impatient forward thrust. I winced and closed my thighs against him. "Ow! Fuck, Danny! Take it easy, would you?" "Sorry," he said, but thrust forward again with equal vigour. My pussy stretched painfully around his advancing manhood. I almost felt like I was tearing inside. Wait!" I stammered. "I just wanna..." "It feels so good!" he said. "Ah!" He thrust impatiently once again. OW! Did it ever hurt! My legs closed hard in unconscious resistance, trying to bar any further advance. He pressed forward again, but could not go any deeper. My thighs blocked him. He seemed frustrated by this, and oddly annoyed, but then he kissed me, telling me without words that he was more grateful than any other man on earth to have gotten that far into my most precious feminine secrets. "Open," he said. "Please?" "Wait!" I pleaded. "I just wanted to tell you I love you." "I love you too," he replied, but he was distracted by the pleasure and frighteningly eager to just ram into me. He moved it impatiently in and out, like a racer waiting for the green light. His eyes could not be torn away from the apex of penetration. "Oh god, Halley. I swear to love you forever. Your pussy is so beautiful. I never want to be with anyone else, ever!" I relaxed my legs a bit, allowing him deeper into my tender little squeeze. He pressed forward immediately, and stretched the pain inside me once again. "Ah- Ow!" I said, almost crying. "Danny. Just go easy, ok?" He nodded. I slowly relaxed until there was no longer any resistance to him at all. He waited patiently, like a crouched predator while I eased gently into complete vulnerability before him. Then he thrust all the way into me all at once, tearing his way in, burying himself in me to the very bottom. I screamed aloud and dug my nails into his arm. Clamping my legs against him in agony as bright flashes of fiery pain shot through my loins. His cock was too big. My pussy was too small and his every movement burned like fire inside me. "Ah fuck, yeah!" he said. "So fuckin' tight! So nice!" He tried to pump in and out of me but I stopped him. It hurt so bad. I'd wanted to please him, but this was too much. "Please, Danny. Don't be so rough. It hurts when you're rough like that." I was crying fully as I said this, and he paused in shock. Perhaps he somehow assumed I was in all the ecstasy he was. Guys tend to do that if you don't tell them otherwise. "Oh, damn, baby. I'm sorry. I didn't realize. It just feels so good!" He eased off of the pounding, going slow and gentle in and out of me for a while, and the burning slowly faded to a nice subtle tingle. There was actually some pleasure in it when he wasn't ramming me. "Keep doing that. That feels nice." "What, this?" he said, thrusting hard once more. "No! Ow! Stop it! That hurts. Be gentle." "Sorry," he said. "It just feels so damn good. I can't help it." The pain slowly faded again after a few minutes, and I allowed him to slowly saw in and out of me, hoping he would just come soon so I could rest my wounded little pussy. He fucked me for quite a while though, considering it was his first time. I suppose it was due to the blow job I had taken out of him already, and perhaps he had jerked off himself earlier that day. Either way, he lasted a good while, thrusting lustfully in and out of my tender little hole and muttering on and on about how awesome it felt and stuff like that. The couch squeaked noisily beneath my squirming ass and there were wet sloppy sloshing sounds coming from our pelvic connection. It was kinda funny actually. The look on his face was downright goofy too, and I actually let out a giggle in spite of the pain. "Ooh, that feels good!" he said. "What?" "When you laughed, it made your pussy squeeze me. It felt nice." I squeezed him again, wincing at the burning pain, and he moaned. "Keep doing that. I'm gonna come soon." Ah, mission accomplished! I squeezed him as hard as I could and he pumped me roughly once again, approaching his orgasm. I admit it did kinda start feeling really nice after a while, after the pain faded to numbness. Being filled up with a nice hard cock was as pleasurable as people said it would be. I lifted my legs off the couch and felt him slide even deeper inside me. It felt like it was all the way down into my belly. He groaned at this and continued stroking. I moaned too, feeling completely full of his sliding stroking cock. I thought of my mom, the way she had moaned and screamed each night, getting fucked, and I wondered if she felt the way I felt right then. Probably way better, I assumed. Sex does become all pleasure eventually; otherwise she wouldn't do it as much as she did. Finally Danny was coming. He thrust himself as deep inside me as he could get and sprayed out his load into my very womb, with slow jerking thrusts. His thrusts slowed and then stopped as the ejaculation flooded into me, and I squirmed a bit, trying to milk some more pleasure from the moment. He was done though, and soon all I could do was hug him happily at the conclusion of our very first fuck. "All finished?" I said, lovingly stroking his hair. "Uh huh!" he said, lying heavily on my chest, like an overgrown baby in his momma's arms. He slowly pulled himself out of me, leaving my churning wet hole empty again. The first thing I saw when he pulled out was the blood on his cock, and for a moment the thought crossed my mind of how absolutely worthy he was to have shed this precious blood in me. It was done now, and I had no regrets. He was soaked in sweat, and his cock was dripping wet with the sexy mess he'd made inside me. I was becoming aroused by that sight once again. "Ah yeah," he said. I smiled weakly and pushed him away. "I guess this makes me a woman now," I said, pointing at the blood and semen that had sealed our union. "My woman," he replied. "Whenever you want me," I said. "But you have to let me rest up before we do it again, at least for a couple of days. I don't know if I'm even gonna be able to walk." "That big, huh?" "It would seem so." I got up and went to the washroom. I washed the remainder of the come off my face and neck and then wiped my pussy clean of the blood and semen that had spilled out of it. I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't look any different on the outside, but inside I felt like a full-grown woman. I wanted to cry. When I came out of the bathroom he wanted to fuck me again. "Can we please try it again?" he said. "I'll be gentle, I promise." I refused. My pussy was still hot and fiery with the glowing pain of his thrashing. "I can't. Go get cleaned up and I'll give you head instead." He jumped up happily and ran to the washroom. He was back in moments with a glistening clean cock, which I proceeded to suck, desperately, seeking an explosion of his come. I jerked and sucked, and slobbered all over him and within minutes he was coming again, gripping my head and filling my mouth with three or four spurts of his thick boy-goo. I gulped it down and kissed his cock. "I love you, my love," he said. "But I've really got to go. I'm already in trouble." "I'll miss you," I said, suddenly panicked at being alone after all this emotional bliss. He headed for the door but then stopped, calling out to me. "Come here for a minute," he said, timidly. I got up, cinched my robe around me and met him by the back door. "I'm sorry," he said. "I was being a jerk." "What do you mean? You were wonderful!" "I shouldn't have asked for a second round. That was just selfish. I know you're really hurting. I'm sorry." "First I can't get you to do me, now I can't get you to stop," I chuckled. "Forgive me?" "Of course," I said. "Can I have a kiss?" I kissed him, gently at first, but then he wound me up into a frenzy, as hot as the first kiss we'd ever shared. Soon his hands were wandering all over my body and I began to warm up really quickly. My pussy began tingling and wet itself all over again. Suddenly I wanted to be fucked again. It was really bizarre. Perhaps I was okay for one more after all. He slid my robe off and it fell to the floor. The next thing I knew he was pulling his cock out again, and I was stroking it excitedly, feeling myself flowing with wetness all over again. "Wait," I said. "Not here." "Yes, here," he said, taking charge again. He pushed me up against the wall by the back door, lifted my leg over his arm and squirmed his way back inside me. His cock went easily into my come-oozing womanhood and he stood there thrusting up into me. It still hurt, but the pain was dull, and the feeling of a thick stroking cock inside me began to grow more and more appealing as the moments went on. "Oh god, I love your pussy," he said. "It's so nice." "Let's go to my bed," I said, wanting to enjoy the new-found sensations more fully. "No," he said. "I just want to finish." He thrust in and out of me, and just as he began coming inside my tight little snatch my mom walked in behind us. I screamed and pushed him away. A great gob of semen hit the wall. He groaned in shock. "What the fuck is going on here!?" my mom screamed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Danny said, suddenly the scared little boy again. He zipped his pants up before his orgasm was even finished. I grabbed for my robe and quickly put it on. A wet stain spread on the front of Danny's pants as his orgasm apparently ran its course. He was shaking violently, half in fear, half in orgasmic exertion. "Halley!" mom said. "What the fuck? You're fucking now?" She did not seem the least bit amused. I blushed hot and bright and suddenly wanted to hide in the darkest pit I could find. "We were just kissing," I said. "Bullshit! I know what fucking smells like, and it's all over you two." "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Danny said again. "You could at least do it in the fucking bedroom, you little tramp!" she said. "Mom!" I said. Who was she to call me a tramp? I wanted to say this, but my mouth was as dry as cotton. My body was shaking and trembling, still in shock. Less than a minute ago I'd been getting nicely fucked, and now all this! My mom just shook her head and walked on into the house. A man I'd never seen before followed her in. Danny hurried out the door without saying goodbye. "Danny, wait!" I called out, but he was gone. I ran to my room and cried my eyes out. Again. My mom came in and tried to apologize to me afterward, but it was after she had fucked this guy and sent him home. I didn't even want to speak to her. She insisted though. We had to get some things resolved. She came into my room and sat on the bed. Her presence filled the room like a thick fog. I could smell her perfume, and the guy's stale cigarettes. I was suddenly a little claustrophobic. "Halley, we better get some things sorted out here." I said nothing. "Listen, I'm not here to lecture you or give you a hard time. I'm a lousy mother, I know, and I'm never around, but you can still listen to what I have to say, woman to woman, you know?" She put her hand on my calf. It was probably the first time she'd touched me in years. "I guess what I'm saying is, I know you're having sex now. I'm sorry I embarrassed you, but it was really your fault there." She had a point. We shouldn't have been fucking in the hallway by the back door. "I just wanted to tell you to make sure you're safe, you know, pregnancy-wise, and emotional-wise." Emotional-wise? She was inventing new words now. "Whatever you do, don't throw yourself at this guy, thinking he's gonna love you forever just because you can suck down every last drop of come he produces everyday. I made that mistake many times, and it leads nowhere. I was just looking for love, but I eventually figured out a guy's not gonna marry a come-splattered whore. Hell, he won't even bring you home to meet his mother. The guy won't tell you this though. He'll just keep using you for all he can get, until he gets sick of you and dumps you all of the sudden, like a pair of old shoes. I don't want this to happen to you." Mom was actually making sense. She was talking slowly, and taking a long time to formulate each sentence, but she was really making a lot of sense. I lay there listening in silence. "And don't go getting knocked-up, for god's sake. That's another mistake I made, and it's really fucked up my life big time." "So I'm a fucking mistake, am I?" "What? No, Halley. Not you. You're the only part of my life that isn't a mistake. I'm talking about the four or five abortions I've had to have over the past 17 years. I'm telling you, the pain never goes away. It haunts you forever." Emotional-wise. "I don't want to see you make those kinds of mistakes, Halley. You should go to college, make something of yourself. All I've got is a crummy waitress job, and a long string of men who treat me like a rag. I can't even remember half their names." "So why do you do it?" I asked. "I don't know. I guess I do it because there are so many holes in me. I feel like I'm not even real anymore. I feel like I'm dead inside, and my body just hasn't gotten the message, you know? I drink and I sleep around just to have something to feel. It doesn't solve the problem, but at least I feel something for a little while." I kinda knew how she felt. It was a lot like my loneliness. I would have done anything to avoid being alone. I didn't even really know who I was either at times. Sometimes I was strong and confident; sometimes I was a scared little girl. I guess mom felt the same way. She paused for a moment, lost in thought. She let out a deep breath as though she were about to say something very important. "I'm so proud of you though, Halley, the way you've grown up, the way you take care of yourself, get yourself to school in the morning, keep this place in decent order. You do it all by yourself too. That's something I could never do at your age. I'm just blown away by your guts and I don't even feel worthy to be called your mother. I'm ashamed of myself. That's why I'm hardly ever here. Yeah. I think that's it. I don't know what else it could be. I love you so much." "I thought you didn't care about me." Mom began to cry. "No, baby. I do care about you. It's myself I can't stand. I don't want you turning out like me, so I keep my distance." I started crying as well. "Well it seems like you just don't care enough to be a mother to me. How am I supposed to feel, sitting her all alone night after night for the past five years?" "I don't know what to do, though. I don't know how to be a mom. I'm sorry. I got knocked up at fifteen and had to raise you with no help, all by myself. I don't know what I'm doing. Kids don't come with instruction manuals." "Well you could start by just being here, mom! Is that so hard?" She started to get mad, reacting to the edge in my voice, but then she stopped herself. The anger rushed out of her like air from a punctured balloon. She sank back down into a slouch again. "No," she said. "You're right. I'm sorry." "You could lay off the drinking and the fucking around with a different guy every week and just be a mom to me. Figure it out as you go. That's what I've had to do. Stop making excuses, stop running away and hiding from everything, because I need you!" "I don't know if I can do that. It's too big for me, emotion-wise." "Well just start with little things. Ask me how my day was. Ask me about my boyfriend." "You have a boyfriend?" The anger faded out of me as well. I sat up in bed and faced her, hugging my knees. "Yeah. His name is Danny. You met him by the back door. He's the most wonderful guy ever! He gave me this today." I showed her the ring. "No one ever gave me a ring," mom said. "Maybe you just haven't met a nice guy yet." "I guess not." Then she changed the subject again. "So, when did you start having sex? Was he your first?" "It just happened today actually. About an hour before you came in. I love him so much, I feel like I'm dying or something." "I miss that feeling," mom said. "I haven't felt that way since your dad and I- You're safe, aren't you, on the pill or something?" "Yes. I've been on the pill for six weeks now." "Wow. Yet another thing you've managed just fine without me." "Mom, I could have used your help, if you'd been around. I had to go the school nurse. It was so embarrassing!" "I'm sorry." I shrugged. There wasn't much we could do about it now. "So is he big? Did it hurt like hell or what?" "Well he's about six or seven maybe - inches I mean. That's normal right? It hurt like hell - it still stings a bit - but it started to feel really comfortable after a while, like his thing was massaging my soreness or something." "Yeah, that is a nice feeling. Did you come at least?" "I did before, but not during. I was in too much pain. He was being kinda rough, over-excited I think." "It does get better. Eventually even the rough stuff feels good, I mean, it does for me anyway. You might not like it. Maybe, I don't know. How small are you?" I couldn't believe she was asking me that. It was so awkward. But at least we were talking, so I just went with it. "I don't know. Tiny, I guess. Compared to what?" "You're so cute," mom said. "Never mind." "Well I don't know! I don't even know how it got as far as it did. I have no idea what I'm doing." "I wish I could have been here to talk you through all this stuff before you went ahead and did it. You're just lucky he's a nice guy. Ninety-nine per cent of guys out there are real assholes about it." "It's okay, mom. Just promise you'll hang around here more often. Even if you don't know how to be a mother, I sure could use a friend." "I can do that." "Come on, I'll make you some supper. You look starved." We headed out to the kitchen. "So how long did it take this guy to seduce you? You folded like a house of cards, didn't you?" "No way, mom! He was a total prude. I had to seduce him. He lost his virginity with me today too." "You seduced him?" "It took about two months, but I finally wore him down." "Wow. You're a regular virgin hunter, aren't you?" "A what!?" "A virgin hunter: a girl who goes after virgins because she's too intimidated by men with any real moxy. I used to be that way, and I broke a few hearts too. Now I realize that the guys with the experience are way more fun in the sack. I still like snagging a fresh cherry once in a while though. Does your BF have any friends?" "Mom!" "Never mind. I'm just kidding. He is good-looking though. You sure lucked-out." "I know. Isn't he absolutely wonderful?" Mom rolled her eyes at my melodrama. I laughed, stirring the spaghetti I was making for us. Mom watched me cook with a look of fascination on her face that made me feel really good inside. It was ready a few minutes later. "It looks wonderful," she said. Mom and I ate dinner together for the first time since I was a little girl. We talked about so many different things that I lost track after a while. I got her to agree to at least phone me if she wasn't coming home, and she said she would, even if she was drunk. I got her to agree to get some counselling for those holes in her soul she was talking about, and she's been going once a week since then. We go out shopping together on the weekends, and we've even been out to a few movies, though she's a little cynical about the sappy romances I like. Danny and I are still together, and we enjoy beautiful sex on a daily basis. I eventually got him to stand up to his parents, on his sixteenth birthday, and demand more freedom. Since then, we've spent more and more time together. He's even slept over a few times, and that's when we feel most like a husband and wife. Lying snuggled in the warmth of his arms in the cold dark of the night is absolute heaven. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-03-10 Last Modified: 2007-01-26 / 05:59:56 pm Version: 3.00 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------