Chapter 4

Already dressed, I came out of the bathroom and went to meet him in the kitchen. We hadn’t eaten anything, and we were starving. He made coffee for both of us, and we sat there eating and chatting about nothing important.

“Johnny, you mad at me?”

“Nah! It was just that thing I mentioned, don’t sweat it.”

“I’m cool, man, but I’m scared you’ll get weird with me. Everything okay then?”

“Yeah, I already said!”

He gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“So answer me something?”

“Shoot!”

“Do I suck dick good?”

I was really curious about that.

“Here you go again! Uh, I liked it, but I don’t have anything to compare it to, right?”

John said it without any tact.

I was embarrassed, but I’d never been too shy to talk to him about anything. I really wanted to keep going; I was still burning with a fire that hadn’t completely died down.

“So, does that mean we’re friends with benefits now, Vee?”

“Yeah… But you gotta treat me right, okay?”

I said, leaning in to kiss him.

“I’m eating, damn it! My mouth’s full!”

He complained, pulling away from my kiss.

“Look here, I told you to treat me right.”

I said, giving him a good smack on the head while he made a face like a kid who got caught being naughty.

We had the intimacy of a couple that’s been together forever. Like I said, we’d known each other since the first day of kindergarten. I was sitting there chatting, but really, I wanted to be fucking him hard in bed.

“Damn, John, you got any condoms?”

I asked, worried.

“Shoot, I think I’ve got a couple…”

“They’ve probably expired, you don’t use ‘em!”

“Neither do you, girl!”

“Go buy some, I’ll give you the money.”

“Nah, I’ll order on the phone and they’ll deliver. Need lube?”

“I don’t know, I think I’m pretty wet, but who knows, get some. And I’m not giving you my ass, don’t even try.”

“You will. I want the full service.”

He said, coming toward me, puffing up like a little rooster trying to act all tough.

I sat on his lap, nestled in, to pick out condoms on the app. We bought a bunch and started making out while waiting for the delivery guy. A few times things heated up, but we’d stop so we wouldn’t do something stupid or so he wouldn’t have to answer the door with a hard-on. We laughed imagining that scene!

“Your dick’s big, boy…”

“Eighteen centimeters.”

“It’s gonna tear me apart.”

I thought. I was scared; everyone said it hurt and bled, and I hate pain. I’d never stuck anything inside me except tampons, and I didn’t even like that. Between kisses and sips of coffee, the delivery guy arrived, and he went to get it. He came back checking the stuff against the receipt, looked at me, and said.

“You know something I never thought about? What’s the right etiquette and timing for putting on the condom? Before? Do you stop in the middle? Does the girl watch the guy put it on? Do you put on a condom or roll it on?”

“I don’t know, I’m in the same boat as you, buddy, but don’t worry, we’ll figure it out!”

I said, and we laughed.

Our whole conversation was about sex. We’d talked about it casually before, but never gone into so much detail. It’s different talking about sex with a friend versus a lover.

“Virginia, I’ve always wanted to ask, do you masturbate a lot?”

He asked, curious.

“Nah, maybe twice a week at most.”

I answered confidently.

“And you?”

“Twice a day, maybe?”

He said, doing the math!

“Boy, is that why guys’ dicks are crooked?”

That idea popped into my head; it made sense to me.

“Nah, girl!”

“Any of those for me, Johnny?”

I asked, excited.

“Some, I confess.”

He said, embarrassed. My pussy twitched at the info!

“Johnny, let’s go to your room?”

I didn’t wait for him to answer and pulled him by the hand. We were goofing around on the way; he smacked my ass, and I got him back with a poke. Now we were both guarding against getting poked right in the middle of the butt. We locked the door, already kissing. His room was huge; his family had a lot of money. He had a dream room for any boy: video games, computer, and his own bathroom. My family wasn’t broke, but they had way more cash than us.

“Lie down!”

I ordered, pulling his swim trunks down.

His dick was still soft, and I was super curious to play with it like that. Since we had such a long friendship, I inspected his cock that hadn’t woken up yet.

“Like this, it’ll all fit in my mouth.”

I said, my mouth full of his flaccid member.

“I wanna eat you out too; I haven’t seen an inch of pussy yet!”

He complained.

I was so embarrassed about that; I don’t know why. So far, he hadn’t even touched it because I hadn’t let him.

“Now? Oh God…”

I said, nervous.

“Yeah! Come on, lie down.”

He ordered.

I lay down, and he took off my beach dress and untied the side strings of my bikini. Right away, I covered up with my hand!

“I’m embarrassed! I didn’t shave!”

I said, curling up.

“Come on, you’re wearing a bikini…”

“I trimmed the sides for the bikini, not for fucking!”

“Is there a fuck-shave now?”

He said, laughing.

My pussy’s normal, proportional size. I’m not some wild bush or anything. My clit’s even a bit big for my taste, but it’s super perfect. My pubes are thick and dark, always trimmed with clippers. I’d never liked going totally bare; I just shaved what shouldn’t show outside the bikini, and it was fine. I wished I’d shaved the outer lips and ass with a razor, but I wasn’t stopping now. It wasn’t some overgrown jungle, and I trusted him completely. But I was still embarrassed!

He pulled my hands away by force and sat between my legs. I was still trying to keep them closed, but he was way stronger than me. I was laughing at the playfulness.

“I don’t wanna show it; get off me! This is rape!”

I teased.

“Stop messing around! Let me see…”

“No. Wait… Hold on!”

I said, trying to buy time.

We stopped pushing, and I slowly gave in. I stared at the ceiling while he positioned himself for what he wanted. I was trembling with nerves and shame. The only time I’d lain there looking at the ceiling with someone messing between my legs was at the gynecologist, and none of those memories were good. I looked for something on the bed to cover my face; I didn’t want him to see me moaning or making faces.

“You gonna eat me out?”

I asked a dumb question, laughing nervously.

“Can’t I?”

He asked.

“Do something, for God’s sake, and stop examining me; I’m getting embarrassed.”

And he did. It was clumsy but nice; his hands were heavy and rough, a man’s hands, you know! He slid down to my groin and ran his nail there. I felt a wild shiver, like someone was yanking my soul out from between my legs. He pressed on my outer lips, and I totally relaxed; his touch was so pleasurable. My face was buried under a pillow that I bit sometimes to hold back a moan—I was embarrassed for him to hear me. He wandered his fingers between the inner and outer lips and circled the entrance where I felt some liquid trickling out of me. Every time he got close to my clit, I’d tense up waiting for the touch, but he’d veer off. “Does he even know where it is?” I thought.

“Untie the top of the bikini, Virginia.”

He commanded, and I obeyed.

Next, though I couldn’t see, I sensed he’d shifted and put his face real close. I could feel his breath, and even more when he gave a light kiss on the tuft above. I got goosebumps all over and wanted to spread wide; instinctively I almost did, but I went back to holding still. “I’m a good girl and I won’t spread myself open!” I was so naive back then; I had no idea what I’d get up to later.

A finger touched my clit; I knew that feeling, but not from someone else. A finger started to invade me; it went in tight and hurt a little, but it was good. The combo of movements made my cheeks tingle and put me in this incredible state of relaxation. I can’t describe the vibe; it was like he was keeping it simmering, not blazing! If he stopped right then, I could’ve slept peacefully I was so relaxed. But hey, girl, you never forget your first tongue action, right? Without warning, I felt a wet swipe across me. I let out a yelp and pinched my nipple hard, twisting it. I rolled to the side, and he had to hold me on my back with legs spread.

“Fuck, that’s so damn good! Eat me…”

He was licking everywhere, all sloppy, sucking it into his mouth, nibbling, poking with his tongue…

“Johnny, higher… There… Yeah… Like that! Stay there! Faster…”

He barely got the rhythm, and it was coming hard, barreling toward me. I felt my pussy tingling and clenching, then I shook like a leaf. When the orgasm hit, I thrashed and screamed. John got pushed away and just watched me spasm, laughing, sprawled on the bed with the goofiest, happiest face a girl could have.

“I wanna go home; I’m satisfied!”

I said, laughing.

“You gonna leave me hanging?”

Johnny said, playing along.

“Jerk off…”

I really needed a break; breathing was hard. I checked myself out, and it felt like there was a damn river between my legs; I felt hot juice trickling down my groin. John was next to me, fumbling with a condom. He was trying his best but struggling; I tried not to laugh since I’d never put one on either, and if he fucked it up, I’d be screwed nine months later. Soon I just lay there quietly, waiting for him to finish at his own pace.

I’d been dying to ride a dick for a while; I never imagined it’d be his. I thought it was crazy that I was there with my best friend. I was a little tense about the penetration; I was set on doing it without issues, but I had a slight fear it’d hurt. I wasn’t totally comfortable with my body being with a guy like that, imagining him seeing parts of me or certain angles made me insecure. I know it sounds silly, but I was dying of shame about him seeing my ass. Why? No clue even now, but I’d always clench up so he wouldn’t see or turn my butt the other way if I could.

“I’m ready. How do you want it?”

“This thing’s gonna wreck me, isn’t it?”

I asked, eyeing his hard cock.

“Stop being silly, girl. That thing you’ve got is made for popping out babies!”

I laughed at how he put it; it was crude, but true! I decided to ride him; a friend said it was the best way ‘cause I could control it. He lay down, and I positioned myself over him. I grabbed his dick and put it at my entrance, gave a little grind, and pushed down. It burned, and on the first push to enter, it stung. I lifted up a bit, spread the lips with my hands to open up, and on the second try, it burned again like something tearing, but then it slid in smooth. It was good; I expected it to be better, honestly. The feeling of him inside me was intense, but it burned a lot, and it took a while to adjust. I ground around to settle in and felt him poking my cervix. I wanted to laugh from nerves. Honestly, I thought when it went in, I’d hear angels singing, but what I felt was a rubbery log. It wasn’t bad, just not everything I’d imagined.

“Okay, I think it’s in! Now what? What’s with that face, boy?”

I said, laughing at the guy under me making faces and hissing.

“Fuck, it feels so good! Hurting?”

“A little, but we can keep going.”

I figured.

Now it was just instinct; I remember I wasn’t even worried about being sexy or pleasing him. I did little tests: moved hard, slow, ground forward, even bounced a bit. But it still hurt.

“You wanna cum? This ain’t gonna do it…”

I said, clueless about what to do.

“Nah, Vee. Let’s go slow so you don’t get hurt.”

“It won’t hurt me; you’re not hung like a horse. It just burns and bugs me.”

“Wanna try ass?”

The idiot asked, joking!

“Oh, sure!”

I pulled off and put it behind just out of curiosity and pushed playfully. I was super wet back there and really pushed, deep down curious about it. But of course, it didn’t go in! I laughed at the stunt and said.

“I can’t even give ass!”

“I never imagined I’d hear you talk like that so casually…”

“What? Giving ass? All girls either do, have, or have tried.”

“For real? How do you know?”

“We talk, you know, John…”

“You wanna, Vee?”

“Yeah, to try it, but only if I can shove two fingers all the way up your ass, deal!?”

“Get out!”

“That’s what I figured. So you’ll go without my ass! I’ll give it to someone who’ll take it.”

It was a joke, obviously.

“Vee, let’s try other ways. Doggy?”

“Not doggy…”

I’d said that; I had weird ideas. I didn’t want him seeing me from certain angles, and I thought some positions were slutty. I was sixteen, and those prejudices fell away after a couple fucks. Now I can say I’ve done the whole Kama Sutra and could even write a volume two with new positions!

I was lying there on the bed; one bad thing about being a girl is stuff leaking out of you. I reached down to check, and my fingers had blood. I’d bled a little, nothing major.

“Look what you did to me!”

I said accusingly, showing the evidence.

“What? Popped your cherry?”

Said the guy who got smacked like a dog after saying that dumb shit right to my face!

I went to take care of myself, then hung out with him making jokes, and the story continues.