The 19 Year Old Virgin Next Door (3 page)

Her hands were holding my cock and balls,
then once again her mouth swallowed my cock millimeter by
millimeter. Fuck it felt good.

“Fuck!” I cried out, which caused her to
remove my cock from her mouth. “What?” she asked, her face a
mixture of devil and sweet young lady.

“I didn’t expect this, that’s all,” I
said.

“My bad,” she said mischievously. “Would you
like me to stop?”

“Hell no,” I said as her lips took my cock
inside them once again.

I looked out to the Strand and saw several
people looking back. I waved, laughing, because I knew they
couldn’t see what Darla and I were involved in. It was very
hot.

“Come on, let’s go inside. The shower inside
is bigger and more private,” I said.

“I like it right here. You scared someone
will see you getting a blowjob?” she asked as her lips once again
enveloped my cock.

Darla sucked slowly, her right hand cupping
my balls and lightly juggling them, her left hand stroking my
shaft. While she didn’t take all of the shaft inside her mouth,
what she did have in there felt awesome. I leaned up against the
wall, adjusted the shower head so we were wet and warm, and closed
my eyes. There are few things more satisfying to a man than a good
hard-on and a warm willing mouth to put it in. One of her hands
began to lightly trace the inside of my thighs while the other one
went back and grabbed my ass.

I looked down because Darla had stopped
sucking. She was just peering up at me, a mouth full of cock and
what would be a smile if her mouth wasn’t filled with cock.

Then she stood up, turned around, reached
back to grab my cock, and pulled me closer and lower. She slowly
started to ride my cock like it was a bicycle seat. It was between
her legs and not yet inside of her. Her pussy lips rode the top of
my cock and I felt her fine feminine lubrication. Man was I hooked
on what she was doing. And the hot water continued to shower down
on us.

“Hey, Sean.” Someone called my name.

I looked out to the Strand and saw my friend
John.

“John, Howzit?” I asked.

“Can I borrow a drill?” he asked.

“Tomorrow should be okay,” I said. “Right now
is not the time.”

Darla had stopped slipping my cock through
her pussy lips but couldn’t go anywhere because I had one arm
wrapped around her. Then she reached her hand back to pull my face
closer to hers.

“Sorry,” called out John, “I didn’t know you
had company.”

“We’re busted now, might as well go for the
main event,” she said.

Then she lifted her heels up and reached
behind her to guide my throbbing cock to her waiting pussy.

My cock began pushing into her wetness very
slowly when I felt that familiar resistance and stopped pushing.
She turned her head as far around as she could and reached back to
pull me in closer.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she said.

“But this is your first time,” I said,
stating the obvious.

“And I’m ready for my second time, so fuck
me, Mr. Brandon.”

With that she leaned forward and I did what
she asked. I pushed, she squirmed, and I stopped pushing. “Is this
okay?” I asked.

“Yes, now push it in already,” she said.

Then I pushed my cock in once again as she
thrust back against me. I withdrew it, then pushed in again,
feeling the heat of her, feeling all of her feminine warmth,
wanting to be deep inside of her.

“God, that is good,” she said.

I started to thrust again just as I felt a
cool breeze blow across us. I reached over to add some more hot
water but this time didn’t let up my thrusting. Soon I was making
full thrusts in and out of her, timed to the rhythm of her moans. I
found myself staring at her back and enjoyed how it felt.

“Fuck me, Mr. Brandon,” she said.

My hands each found a breast as I continued
to thrust. Her pussy was hot and tight on my cock. We kept up a
steady rhythm for a while, the water from the shower keeping us
warm as the day cooled off.

Her ass looked amazing as the hot water
washed over it, her breasts were firm in my hands, and my cock was
in the heaven that was her pussy. Before I could stop it I felt
that tingling, then the rush, as sperm started its long journey
seemingly from my toes, upward, then felt that release as I came. I
took several more thrusts, but then both of us just stopped
thrusting, our bodies pressed close together. I wanted to stay
inside her hot pussy for the rest of the day, but then she moved
forward and my cock slipped out of her, turned to me, and locked
lips with me.

“Fuck, that was hot,” she said. “I can’t
believe I got you to fuck me outside.” She laughed, knowing I had
simply followed her lead.

We kissed for a few minutes but it was
getting cooler by the minute even under the hot water. I grabbed a
nearby towel for her, wrapped her in it then took one for myself.
We picked up our clothes and walked inside. She put her arm in mine
but didn’t say anything. I was her first and would always be.

“Hungry?” I asked.

“Fucking starving,” she said.

“How about I grill some steaks?”

We had a slow dinner with a lot of laughs,
just talking and listening to some jazz as the sun disappeared from
view. Throughout the meal she kept mentioning how sore she was but
I didn’t want to insinuate anything. She never told me where. But
when she bumped her hip into the counter I knew it wasn’t her pussy
that was sore.

“Would you like a massage?” I asked.

“You’d be my new best pal if you know how to
give a decent one,” she said.

“Grab your drink and I’ll meet you in the
living room.” This had turned into an interesting day and she
showed no signs of leaving anytime soon. I liked it.

I walked off to find the lavender oil and
some heat balm for her legs. As I walked back into the living room
I noticed her lying on the sofa. She hadn’t put her clothes back
on, perhaps feeling the need to emphasize what she’d said earlier
about always walking around nude. “Holding up all those books in
the corner is my massage table.”

She stood up and walked over to the corner.
There were books laid over my massage table. “These are old, what
are they?” she asked.

“Some books that have been in the family
forever.” It was a magnificent set that I’d inherited. It contained
many classic works, though many were cracked and worn.

“Impressive, is this an original Moby Dick?”
she asked, eyes wide.

“Yes, all of them are originals; Dickens,
Hemingway, Faulkner, it’s a very special set of books.”

She helped me move the books and put the
sheets and heating pad on the table and as she slithered onto the
table I chuckled.

“What?” she asked.

“It’s just funny how this all turned out,” I
said.

She looked at me, her face frowning
intensely. “Mr. Brandon, I’m 19, a sophomore in college, and I am a
grown woman.” She turned and looked up at me. “I’ve done things
before.”

And I just started laughing. I couldn’t help
it. She was so blustery, trying to impress me with her worldliness
when it was rapidly dawning on me that she was a… “Yet you were a
virgin when you woke up this morning.” I stated. “Do you still live
at home?”

Once again she gave me that intense face
frown. Her eyes held mine, her gaze very warm and inviting. “I have
my own place. My parents and I are on very good terms but I needed
to move out of the house.”

“I understand that part, I said.

“Look, I wasn’t going to give it up to some
frat guy or one of the guys who tries to get me drunk all the time
so he can fuck me. I wanted to fuck someone I wanted to remember.
You were him.”

Wow. “I don’t know you very well is all. You
have a wonderful spirit, but all I know you from is the grocery
line. ‘Did you find everything you need, Mr. Brandon. Did you see
the fresh organic strawberries, Mr. Brandon. Would you like a
finger in the butt, Mr. Brandon.’ I really don’t know you at all,
yet you chose me to take your virginity.”

“Wow, who’s being the chick now?” she asked,
then punched me in the gut.

“Ouch, not my intent,” I said.

She set her glass down then grabbed my cock
and pulled me closer to the table. “Give me a massage and I will
tell you anything you want to know,” she said.

“Lay down and let me go to work,” I said.

She stretched out on the table and I
appreciated her firm ass once again as I warmed some oil in my
hands.

“Dad and mom are both doctors. They
complimented you on your fine job cleaning me up, by the way,” she
said.

“Did you tell them all of the details?” I
asked.

She raised up off the table and looked at me.
“No, not even close. I graduated high school when I was 17. Then I
went to France where my uncle and aunt have a place and hung out
for a summer trying to figure out what comes next. But I knew I had
to finish at least one degree, so I came back home.”

I started lightly massaging her shoulders,
worked some oil into her back, and began the process of relaxing
her. On a whim I again traced a line across her back and watched as
she responded positively. Then I started a deeper massage and felt
her muscles relax under my hands.

“I will graduate college in three years, stay
on and get a Master’s degree in something, and be fortunate to be
debt free when I do so. The parental units will give me anything as
long as I do well in school.” I was surprised at how open she was
all of a sudden.

I worked my way down her legs, allowing the
room to go silent and the soft music to take over. Several times I
pressed a tender spot and she let me know how tender it was by
punching my leg.

“Roll over,” I said once I had worked over
her back side, keeping a steady gaze on her body.

“This is where I get my happy ending isn’t
it?” she asked, then rolled and spilled her drink all over
herself.

I tried not to laugh but it was funny. She
languidly rolled over, gently spreading her legs revealing a
growing wetness. I started at her feet and worked my way up over
her right ankle and shin. We stayed silent as I finished her legs,
stomach and finally her neck.

“Fuck me,” she spoke.

I grabbed her ankles and pulled her ass to
the edge of the table with no hesitation. I set one ankle on each
shoulder, lined up my cock with her pussy, and thrust slowly inside
of her.

After the second fuck I had carried her into
the bathroom and filled the Jacuzzi tub. The bathtub was big enough
for both of us to invite a friend to join in, so we had plenty of
room. She planted herself under one of my arms and we soaked in
silence for a long time.

“Okay, I’m wrinkled enough,” she said. She
had fallen asleep while soaking with me and I just let her doze.
She looked at me but didn’t move an inch.

“Feel better?” I asked.

“This is magical. My apartment only has a
shower, so I don’t get too many baths anymore.”

I stepped out, picked up one of my huge
fluffy towels and pulled her to a standing position. I dried her
slowly and thoroughly then she dried me. She grabbed my cock but
before she could start anything I picked her up again and walked
into the bedroom. I gently laid her on the massive bed and leaned
in to kiss her. She pulled me down on top of her then locked her
ankles behind me. Then as I kissed her lips, chin and throat she
let me go, and slowly I began kissing my way south.

I kissed slowly, dragging my tongue over her
flesh, slowing down when she gave me a reaction I could work with,
enjoying her squirming. Soon enough my lips grazed her pussy,
lightly licking, tasting her warm scent, fixing it in my memory.
She tasted fresh, she was very moist, and her lips readily gave way
whenever I licked them. I lifted a leg and slipped under it,
finding a better position. My tongue licked a zig zag rhythm as it
moved up her pussy lips, then stopped all upward progress when I
got to her clit.

That’s when I began licking a slow but steady
circle around her clit, my hand reaching up to first separate then
slowly trace her pussy lips. I kissed my way downward, making sure
to go slowly as she had begun the day as a virgin.

I slowly thrust my tongue deep inside of her,
my nose finally coming to rest on her clit. She laughed at first
but grew to like it as I began working circles around her tender
button.

“Ahhh…” she cried out.

I began running my tongue around in a circle
in her pussy, then withdrew it from inside of her and it took up
its own residence licking circles around her clit. My finger
slipped inside of her, reaching up for that soft section behind the
clit, then continued to gently probe and tease.

“Ahhh…” she cried out again.

I continued to lick, slow, steady, and
whenever she got a little louder I stayed in that very spot,
licking, tasting, loving it. She pulled at the covers, her legs
pressing out, her moaning becoming louder and constant. I licked,
swirled my tongue, and licked some more. Her pussy lips were
engorged, their color becoming darker. I licked further south but
her hands pulled my face right back up to her pussy, right to the
clit.

“Take a hint from Cosmo and do what I am
directing you to do,” she said as her lead lifted off the
pillow.

When my tongue reunited with her clit her
moans reached a new loudness and her head lay back on the pillow. I
switched to a slow up and down licking on her pussy until her hand
grabbed a handful of hair.

“Did I tell you to change it up?” she barked.
“No, I did not.”

I started the circular licking once again and
vowed to never leave that pattern once her moans returned to
normal.

“Ahhh…” she cried out again. “Ahhh…”

I licked, never varied, I licked and she
moaned. Her hips began pushing into my face, the warm wetness
providing confirmation that I was doing the right thing. I
continued circling her clit with my tongue until finally she thrust
her hips into the air, pushing her pussy into my face, her hand
taking hold of my hair, and her lips emitted the sweetest sounding
moans.