by Dawn Blue
I smiled. I thought of how stupid it was that I hadn’t noticed them there. It seemed like I should have done that.
“So what’s your story? You going to school?”
I was glad he’d started the conversation. I was especially glad that now I had the chance to explain that I was not some dumb girl who could do no better than this job. “Yes. I start in the fall at the college.” I assumed he’d know that the college was the university there in town. Desperate to try and impress him, I added, “I got the Roger’s Scholarship.”
He smiled. “That’s impressive. I know, because I got it too.”
“Really?” I said, hoping no one else would come up to the counter and ruin the exchange. I’d already rung up his items, and he was paying with a card.
“Yes, but I only went a couple of years. By that time I’d already started my first business.”
“Wow,” I said.
He shrugged, like it was nothing. “I thought you looked about eighteen,” He said.
He was stepping away, slowly, like he wasn’t ready to leave but had to go because the transaction was over. I realized he’d just kind of asked me a question.
“Yes,” I said. “I turned eighteen earlier this year.”
“Hmm,” he said. He looked like he was about to walk out the door. Did he have a question on his face? I wasn’t sure. He looked like he did, but I thought I might just be seeing what I wanted to see.
Just then, I had an irrational fear. What if he didn’t come back in again? Or what if didn’t come in for a while. If he had a few businesses, it seemed he could get caught up in them and forget about me. I felt like I had to do something.
I just spit it out. “You can ask me out.”
And there it was, a few seconds of awkward silence. Then he broke it. “Okay. You know the theatre down the street.”
“Yes.”
“You off tomorrow night?”
Tomorrow night, thank God, I was on days. “Yes.”
“Meet me there at six-thirty. We can take in a movie.”
I felt overwhelmed with excitement. Now, the best I could do was nod.
He nodded back. Then he walked out.
#
I didn’t have a car. I used public transportation. I didn’t want him to see me getting off that bus. So I figured I’d go early. I’d told one of my roommates, Leah, who I had a date with. Her mouth had fallen open. She’d heard of Casey. She’d never offered me a ride before. But she insisted on driving me to the secondhand store in Polly. Polly was my home town, and a lot of girls from other towns knew to go there because the rich people of that town often discarded nice stuff.
She helped me pick out clothes. “You have a nice butt, but no boobs,” she said as we looked through the aisles. “We have to hide one and accentuate the other.”
I was surprised to hear that. No one had ever said I had a nice butt, at least not for me to hear.
Leah was the opposite. She had big tits and a little, concave butt. But she always dressed nice, so I trusted her judgment.
I tried on a few things and then she said I should go with a pair of black stretchy pants and a white blouse. The blouse was loose, but the pants tight. The blouse was long and covered my butt, though.
“He already knows you have a great ass,” Leah said. “That’s probably why he asked you out. Hiding it like that in a pair of pants he’ll see tight on your legs will drive him crazy.”
As I said, I trusted her judgment, and I was happy that my butt had been promoted from nice to great.
Leah even dropped me off at the theatre, fifteen minutes early.
Before I got out, she said, “Listen. You’re not going to hook Casey Lance for more than a night or two. The best you can hope for is an awesome memory, so don’t hold back.”
I hadn’t really considered that. I hadn’t really thought I could hold back. I wouldn’t be able to resist him. I was a virgin, but didn’t think I could resist a man that hot.
“Okay,” I said.
“Good luck,” she said. “I hope I don’t see you tonight.” She gave me a stern look.
I got out.
#
I went in the lobby and waited. Casey showed up on time. He looked around and spotted me. I smiled and walked over to him. It was hard to look him in the face. He looked incredible. He’d worn a pair of jean shorts and another short-sleeved Polo. His scent was nice. It wasn’t his natural scent, though, but cologne. I’d worn a little makeup and let Leah do my hair. Leah had told me to where more makeup, but I just wasn’t that comfortable in it, having not worn much throughout my life. My face wasn’t bad for me, just a couple of small bumps. But his face was perfect. Still, I made myself look at him.
“You look good,” he said.
“Thank you,” I replied, thinking he was lying. “You look . . .” I hesitated, then just let it come out. “Awesome.”
He chuckled. “Thanks. What do you want to watch?” he said and we looked over the board.
“I don’t care,” I said. “Whatever is fine.” That was true too. I didn’t think I would be able to focus on the movie. I looked around. People were staring. I didn’t think they were staring because we were an odd couple, though. They were just staring at him. He was a spectacle. He was beautiful.
He named a comedy.
“That sounds good,” I said.
We got in line. He bought us tickets, drinks and popcorn.
“Any candy?” he asked.
I held back a laugh. Did he want me to have more bumps on my face? “No thanks.”
We went into the theatre.
“You pick the seat,” he said.
I led him to the back. I thought that would make me more comfortable. I didn’t want people looking at us and thinking he was at the movies with his ugly cousin. I didn’t actually feel too ugly, though. I felt like I wasn’t as hot as my date, but at the same time, I was pretty because otherwise I wouldn’t be with him. I kept thinking about what Leah said, that I had a great butt and that made me feel sexy.
We sat and were quiet. We both just nibbled at the popcorn until the lights went out. Then we sat there watching the previews.
I ignored the previews. I thought of what Leah had said in the car. And I really did want him. I kept thinking about his back and his butt and his huge arms with the veins up to the skin. I wasn’t going to wait for him to instigate.
My first move was to lean into his shoulder. That thing bulged out like a boulder under his skin. There was so much power there, and I loved it. I had to touch him more. I put my hand on the same shoulder my head was on. I slid it down. I squeezed near the place between his shoulder and chest. His body sprung back. I ran my hand over his chest and felt the perfect shapeliness there. I was already lost in him. I suddenly wasn’t nervous at all. I didn’t care what I looked like. I didn’t worry about what was going to happen. I just let myself enjoy touching his amazing body. My hand felt so small against his peck muscle. I moved it to his bicep. It was kind of like I had imagined his butt to be, like a ball aired too tight. But there were indents and bulges there. I felt like I wanted to find them all, to feel them all. I went to the side of his chest. I moved back and there was the best thing yet. His lat seemed impossible. I thought all the muscles in my body could fit into that one muscle. It felt too big to even take in, but I was going to try. I dropped my hand down to his ribs. But I didn’t feel ribs. I felt more muscles. I was tempted to lift up his shirt and bite him.
I didn’t bit him. Instead, I dragged my hand over his stomach and still found no fat. I was leaned further into him at this point and he wrapped his arm around me. I felt so small wrapped in that arm, and so safe, like the world outside wouldn’t be able to get to me if it wanted to.
My hand went over the elevated segments that were his ab muscles. Then I drug a finger across each line. I truly felt like a kid with a free pass to take anything she wanted in a candy store. I wondered about going lower. I didn’t wonder long. I couldn’t resist.
I found the bulge in his pants. It was soft, but then, as I rubbed it, it got harder and bigger. It didn’t get too big. I was relieved. I was not only a virgin. I was kind of small down there. I didn’t know if I could handle a big cock. But that thing got really hard. It felt like it could stab right through his jean shorts. The mechanics of it all seemed right. It was spike hard, but not too big. I thought he could put it in my tight little twat. And I found I wanted that. I got wet just thinking of it. I’d had nothing more than my own fingers in there, one at a time, sometimes two, but I thought I could handle his cock, simply because I wanted to handle his cock.
I couldn’t lose my virginity right here in the theatre, though. If there weren’t laws against such a thing I think I might have gone ahead and done it anyway. I actually did consider it a little. There was nobody else on the back row. But I thought getting caught might spoil it.
It did seem like there was something I could do, though. I considered it. But again, I didn’t consider for long. I really wanted to do it.
I brought my face into his lap. I kissed that spike. And then, incidentally, I sniffed it.
It smelled musky. No, it smelled like a musky drug, something I couldn’t resist. I think if I hadn’t had sniffed it, it would have been easier to stop, but now I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I leaned up a little and then undid his shorts. That wasn’t so hard. His bottoms were tight in the legs, but loose around the waist. I pulled it out. I felt it around the head. It was wet there. I did something I thought might seem a little weird, but before I jumped into my first blowjob, I wanted to be sure of what I was getting into. I stuck the finger in my mouth.
It tasted like a salty meat. I liked beef jerky, so I was pretty sure I was going to like this. I went down and put my mouth around his cock.
I would have thought it had been hard to give a blowjob, but it wasn’t. It seemed natural. I guess it was because I wanted to do it. I didn’t wan to hurt him, so I just naturally covered my teeth with my lips. I loved the feel of his cock on my tongue, so I naturally moved my tongue around a lot. I’ve since learned, talking to other women and researching on the internet, that most guys don’t get as hard as Casey gets. His cock was like any other muscles on his body. My little tongue could push on it, but couldn’t find any give, not even at the head. It wasn’t hard to deep throat it either. I liked the feel of it in my throat.
I wasn’t sure if it was because of the blow job or because of where he had his hands, but he was obviously having a good time. He started with a hand on my back. That quickly moved down, though. He lifted my blouse onto my back and proceeded to play with my butt. Even bent over like that, there was still plenty of cushion. He squeezed it hard. He patted it and made it wiggle. I was embarrassed by how soft my butt was. But more than embarrassed, I was thrilled. He seemed to like my big soft butt. He kept moaning as he played with it. I kept sucking on his cock. There was burning in me. I felt so hot. I thought if he started plying with my twat, even over the pants, I might orgasm. Part of me was worried that we might get kicked out. A bigger part of me didn’t care.
Finally, I felt his penis throb in my mouth. I might have pulled away, but that first little splash tasted so good. If it tasted like beef jerky, then it was the best beef jerky ever made. He continued cumming in my mouth. I took it all in until I was sure that I was finished. Then I sat up.
For a little while, I only caught my breath. Then the embarrassment sat in, and this was pure embarrassment. I felt like I’d done something bad to him. I’d not been able to resist him, and now I’d sucked the cum right out of him. Part of me knew that was ridiculous. But sitting there, cum on my breath, it still bothered me. I’d not been fair to him. I’d just taken.
I leaned over and whispered in his ear. “I’ll see you at the store.”
I quickly got up and walked out.
#
I was in the lobby, fumbling with my cell phone, when he caught up to me.
“Hey,” I heard behind me. “Where are you going?”
I turned to him. I stood close, embarrassed by my breath, but wanting to stand close enough that no one else heard us talking.
“I’m okay,” I sputtered. “I’ll see you at the store.”
“Do you have a car here? Do you need a ride home?”
I was so embarrassed that I wasn’t looking at him. “No. You paid for the movie. I’ll call my roommate.” I figured she’d want to hear about how I’d messed up.
“No. It’s just a movie. I can take you home.”
I thought about it. “Okay.”
A minute later we were getting into what was by far the most expensive looking vehicle I’d ever been in. It wasn’t that big, just fancy. Inside were more electronic gadgets than I could even begin to know what to do with.
“Where to?” he asked.
“Westside apartments.” I was afraid to talk too much, afraid my breath would make its way over to him.
When we were on the move, I looked over at him a little. He didn’t seem as uncomfortable as me. But he did look concerned. I felt bad for that too. I had to say something.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
He jolted in his seat a little. “Really. I must say, you did a pretty good job.”
Suddenly, my emotions changed a little. I was pretty sure I was blushing.
“Or do you mean you’ve never done that in a movie theatre?”
I giggled. “No. I’ve never done it at all. I’ve never done anything. I’m a virgin.”
He looked at me as if to ask if I was serious. I nodded.
“Whoa,” he said, almost under his breath.
“I just couldn’t resist you,” I said. “You’re so hot. You’re like a giant piece of candy.”
He laughed. He then shook his head. “There’s something about you too,” he said. “I just saw you and thought I had to have you.”
I wondered if the thing about me was my butt, and he just wasn’t saying anything. My mood was definitely lighter. I was starting to remember just how attracted to him I was. I definitely didn’t want to go home now. I remembered yesterday, when I’d just gone for broke and told him he could ask me out. That had worked out in my favor.
“We can go to your place if you want,” I said.
He looked at me. “You sure? I mean, that would be great. But are you sure?”
I giggled. “I’m very, very sure.”
#
Casey lived on the highway between Polly and Tooktown. I’d gone by the place many times and never known it was his.
“I have a big family that comes visit me,” he said, as if embarrassed by the size of the place.
I hadn’t been judging him. I’d been having fantasies about his body and about what it would be like from one of the kids from my old school to drive by and see me there. Who would have ever thought I would be the one at this man’s house?
We pulled up right in front of the house and went right in the front door. He hit a few buttons on a keypad and then we walked into the fanciest house I’d ever been in. There were paintings on the walls. There was a flat screen on the wall taller than me. The place was immaculate, like it was cleaned by a team of maids.
I didn’t spend much time looking at the house, because eventually my eyes fell back on him. And having him there, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. He was looking at me too. I moved into his arms. I felt so tiny in them, like he could crush me, but I knew he wouldn’t do that. Instead, he would keep me safe. I dropped my hands to his butt. Finally, I got to feel that butt. It felt so powerful, like he could thrust and send me flying. I could feel his cock against me. It was hard again. And he was reaching down to grip my butt too. He was moaning as he did. His powerful hands were gripping me so hard, like he wanted to find the depth of the softness there. I could feel my butt cheeks moving apart. It was so embarrassing, but at the same time felt so good. I could feel a burning there that seemed to spread. It caused a tingle in my vagina
and I knew I had to have him inside. There was something I had to do first.
I pushed away, and he let me go. With a hand over my mouth, I said, “Can you show me where a bathroom is?”
Like he understood, he chuckled. “You can use the one off the master bedroom.”
He led me there, and once inside I felt almost like a princess. There were double sinks in that bathroom. That made me feel like this place had been prepared for me, waiting for me. I knew it was silly to think that. We barely even knew each other. This was just fun for him, probably.
I found some mouthwash and used it. I found extra toothbrushes in the cupboard and went ahead and helped myself to one of them. I had blowjob breath no more. I went into the master bedroom.
He was waiting there, standing by the foot of the bed. There was a question on his face. I looked around the room. My eyes fell on a hot tub area. He must have noticed.
“Do you want to get in the hot tub? I have a pool too, out back.”
I hesitated. I did so because I didn’t know what I wanted to do. Evidently, he mistook my hesitation for something else.
“I might even have a bathing suit for you. My sister’s daughters will be close to your size.”
I looked at him and smiled. I might have even blushed. I was so amazed by my own behavior, but with him, every decision just seemed so easy.
I guess most girls would have took off there shirt first, but since what was under my shirt was far from my strong point, I dropped the pants first. Then I dropped my panties.
“Let’s take a bath.”
He stared at me for a little while, a look of hunger on his face. I don’t think either one of us was bath ready at that point. He came forward and stood close to me. Then he reached down to the bottom of my blouse. I had an urge to stop him. I was so afraid he wouldn’t like what was underneath. He pulled it over my head.
He stared at my chest with big eyes. He seemed to like what he saw. How did he like what he saw? I had next to no tits. All I had were big areolas and nipples. They looked like I’d taken them right off a baby’s bottle when they were hard. Seeing him stare at them like that really excited me. I reached behind me and undid my bra.
