Chapter 4

When I came back from the bathroom, he was sitting on my bed with his cock in his hand, kinda stroking himself, still rock hard. I caught him off guard when I walked into the room; he looked like he was sniffing his hands, which I thought was super weird and kinda gross, but whatever. I paused for a second to take in that handsome young guy — he was cute with a really sexy smile; he was blushing with embarrassment and clearly super uncomfortable. I felt bad for treating him that way; I figured I must be his first woman. “Am I gonna leave some trauma in him?” — that thought made me worried!

“Cutie, so now what do you wanna do?” I was curious to see what he’d pick.

“Can I go down on you?” I think he had to muster up a ton of courage to say that; he stammered it out like he was scared of me.

“Sure, come here. Have you ever eaten pussy before?”

His answer was a weak, sheepish smile shaking his head no. I should’ve guessed; I was already anticipating what would come next. I lay back on my bed, spreading my legs to let him in, and he climbed on top of me, trying not to show how nervous he was.

“The pussy’s down there, champ.”

“Damn, why do you have to treat me like that?” he said, sounding genuinely upset.

“We don’t have a relationship to argue about this now, honey. I call the shots and you follow, or you put your clothes on and head out. Got it?”

The poor guy just wanted to kiss me and grab my tits, stuff I hadn’t let him do yet. He made a face like whatever; I knew he didn’t like my answer, but he obeyed. On the way down, he tried to stop at my breasts; I almost let him, but I wanted to keep being mean to him. Down below, he paused and started inspecting; he’d never seen one up close before. I gave him time to get used to it, or I’d be the one suffering the consequences.

“The clit is right here,” I said, pointing with my finger to tease him.

“I know, dude!” the boy complained.

And then, he started off pretty good. I felt his light kisses on my outer lips with little sucks, running his fingers along my inner thighs up and down in a way that made me relax. It wasn’t bad at all — on the contrary, he had a knack for it. I was the one feeling a little nervous and uneasy.

“You’re off to a good start…” I gave him my first compliment.

“I know it’s not cool to dive right in!”

“But you’re talking too much already — now eat it.” I hate guys who talk during sex; I’m impatient.

In a sweet way, he got right to it — a wet, tasty suck that was super relaxing. He seemed to do it the same way he kissed, which was a solid strategy and really turning me on; I could’ve stayed there for hours, lost in his mouth.

“Slide two fingers in slow, and keep massaging around the clit level,” I said, guiding his new discovery.

“I’ve never done this before — is it cool?”

“Cool? That’s a weird way to put it!”

“You like it?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty and has a nice smell.” People commenting on my scents always makes me a bit uncomfortable, I admit.

In the middle of the chat, he timidly adjusted his finger; he wasn’t super confident, but he seemed careful not to hurt me. I guided him inside my pussy, showing him where I liked it, and he showed a ton of interest in learning.

“There, like that… Just like that! Now add some pressure and pick up the speed — you don’t have to be so scared of hurting me, okay?”

He lacked that rough, uncontrollable lust of a guy who can’t hold back his strength, but he made up for it with the gentleness of his touch. He didn’t realize it yet, but he was taking me to a really good place. That old crooked smile crept onto my face, hard to shake off; I could feel the heat building and a light tingle in spots.

“Speed it up, come on, harder!”

When he got the command, it was like he went into a frenzy. Coordinated with his fingers and mouth, he started making me cum. I shoved a pillow over my face to muffle the scream from the orgasm charging in; but it kept building without peaking, and he managed to keep me on that edge for a long time until, without asking or warning, he climbed on top of me. I only realized what he wanted when his rock-hard cock invaded me in one thrust. A loud scream couldn’t be fully muffled by the pillow — I couldn’t make decisions or give orders anymore. My wide eyes full of surprise and pleasure showed that my tormentor’s task was going great; the sharp smacks of our hips hitting were loud. I came hard and long, and in the middle of it, I felt something hot spilling inside me. Between his clumsy thrusts, the pleasure faded as fluids leaked out, soaking the bed.

“Whoa! It’s all leaking out,” he said, like it was his fault.

“Don’t pull out — leave it in, come here and kiss me!”

I didn’t want him out of me. I arched up, pulling him as deep as possible, and locked his movements with my legs like a vice. My arms around his neck, I stayed there, gazing into his eyes and giving him little kisses.

“Oh God, I can’t fall for this kid!” — The thought panicked me.

During that time, I felt him soften inside me. I don’t know if it was the warmth of his body, but my heart felt all warm. He was affectionate in his kisses, and I had zero desire to move from there.

“And this soft thing inside me?”

“You gonna complain that I came?”

“No, you behaved really well this time, sir.”

“Was it good? Did you like it?”

“Why the hell do guys always have to ask that? Want a score too?”

“We ask to know if we pleased you, maybe?”

“You can’t tell when you’ve pleased someone?”

“Damn, does it hurt to answer?”

“Oh! I see you like to argue about the relationship, huh!”

He was right; sometimes we can be bitches. Look, it annoys me a bit — these guys who don’t really give a damn about us, they just wanna know if they did good to stroke their egos. For me, sex was never a competition. Some people act like they wanna make the next fuck the best ever; it’s not about pounding for hours without cumming that makes sex amazing — it’s the intimacy, and intimacy builds over time in a relationship.

“Why won’t you let me kiss your tits?” he asked, curious.

“I will — it’s just I wanted something else from you and didn’t wanna waste time.” Lie — I get super sensitive in my chest, they’re tender, and I didn’t wanna lose the heat with a teen biting my boobs.

“Let’s clean up this mess and go for another round?”

“Already wanting more? Naughty boy. Let’s grab some food first!”

We got up and straightened things out, made something to eat. We still had a whole weekend ahead, and plenty of sex to get to.