It’s Always The Quiet Ones…
By Callista J. Hawkes
Text Copyright © 2012 Callista J. Hawkes
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This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.
This eBook contains sexually explicit situations and terms and is intended for a mature audience only.
All persons portrayed in this eBook are 18 years of age or older.
Table of Contents
Varsity Virgin
Out of Bounds
Three’s a crowd
The Towel
Stranded
Birthday Surprise
It’s Always The Quiet Ones
Also by the same author
Va
r sity Virgin
I was midway through my first year at University and so far it’d been a far cry from my previous life back in the small village where I came from. The thriving city where the University was based had come as a shock to the system. During the five months I’d been there I’d been to God knows how many parties and clubs and had dabbled in the long standing student tradition of copious amounts of beer and it was a rare morning indeed that I wouldn’t be sitting in lectures with a pounding hangover, if I made it to a lecture at all. The only thing I hadn’t yet managed was to pop my cherry. This was made doubly worse by the fact that my housemate, Tristan, was a real Casanova and I’d be woken in the early hours as his latest girl would moan and shriek in the throes of passion.
It’d been a Wednesday night when Tristan and I had decided to hit the town.
“Let’s go pull you a woman.” He’d said, as he always did, though what he should have said was “Let’s go and pull me a woman and drag you along for company until I spot the one I want.” However, this night was different. By the time I’d bought us a beer in the club, Tristan was already chatting away to a slim, waif like blonde – his typical type. I passed Tristan his beer, which he barely acknowledged and not ten minutes later Tristan was disappearing out of the exit, latest conquest in tow.
“Where’s Charlotte gone?” I blinked. A beautiful blonde-brown haired angel had appeared in front of me. She wore a tight, pink skirt that came down to mid thigh and an equally tight, low cut top. She was tall, had a gorgeous face and her cleavage was fantastic.
“Who?” I mumbled, tearing my eyes away from her chest. “Oh, your friend’s gone back to mine with my housemate.”
“Fantastic.” She frowned. “What great friends we have.” She looked at the two bottles of beer in her hand and passed one to me.
“You might as well have hers.” She said. She walked away before turning around and looking at me. “Are you coming then?”
Hell, yes.
About an hour later, we were sitting in one of the darker, quieter corners of the club (If there is such a thing in a club) and I was quite enjoying Elizabeth’s company. We made friendly chit chat for a while, when suddenly the conversation took a surprising turn.
"Where's the most exciting place you've ever had sex?" She asked, as I drank a mouthful of beer. I nearly choked.
"Sorry." I said, blushing.
"Come on." She giggled at my embarrassment. "Don't tell me you've only ever done it in the bedroom?"
"I'm afraid so." I smiled ruefully, feeling even more pathetic than usual that I had to lie even when admitting how lame my nonexistent sex life was. "What about you?"
"All sorts of places." She replied. "In the cinema, in the woods on a hot summers day, on a train, in a cubicle in a shop changing room. The list goes on" She smiled coyly.
"Wow." I replied, feeling a stirring in my groin at the very thought.
"I definitely recommend it." She grinned. "I always have my best sex when there's a danger of being caught." I found myself at a loss for words. She gazed at me thoughtfully for a moment as if weighing something up in her mind.
“You know what I’d like to do now?” Elizabeth said. My gaze dropped briefly to her cleavage. I knew what I’d like to do, but I somehow knew her answer would involve a kebab, me walking her to a taxi and going home alone again to be forced to listen as my friend screwed her friend through the night.
“What would you like to do?” I said wearily. She smiled at me before suddenly dropping to her knees under the table. My eyes widened as I felt her hand on the front of my jeans. I looked around. No one was looking, but I damn well near shit myself when I felt my jeans being unbuttoned and pulled down and my semi-hard cock pulled out of my boxers just as a bouncer walked past. Then I felt for the first time the delicious warmth of her lips on my helmet. My cock quickly hardened and I felt her begin to slide her lips up and down my length. My heart was racing and I was trying to control my breathing in case it was obvious to anyone walking by what was happening. She swirled her tongue around the end before licking up and down my length. I felt her slip a hand into my boxers and cup my balls, gently caressing them as her head began to bob up and down on my cock. She must have had my helmet almost hitting the back of her throat as she was getting most of it past her lips. I gasped as I felt her hand reach further into my trousers and caressed the sensitive area between my balls and arse. I felt the familiar warmth that only my right hand had given me before now and with a stifled grunt I came, shooting my hot come down her waiting throat. She pulled back so that just the tip of my cock was in her mouth and I could feel her swallowing every drop. After licking me clean, and putting my cock back in my trousers, she rejoined me at the table.
"There." She grinned, wiping the residue of her saliva and my come from her lips with the back of her hand. "I told you it was more exciting when there's a danger of being caught." I was gob smacked for a second before I began to laugh. She laughed too. “I had to do something.” She said, “You were so tense. You certainly seem more relaxed now.”
I nodded, gazing into her eyes. I reached for her and we kissed long and hard, my hands running up and down her back before playfully squeezing an arse cheek.
“Would you like to come back with me?” she asked, smiling seductively.
I nodded, trying really hard not to seem over enthusiastic. “Only for coffee.” She said. “I’m not a slut, I don’t shag on the first night.” I must have looked gutted. She grinned wickedly and leaned forward, whispering in my ear, “I’m only joking. I’m going to empty your balls tonight.” I felt her hand reach between my legs and squeeze them through my jeans.
We immediately abandoned our drinks and were in a taxi and back to her house before we knew it. In the brief seconds I saw the rest of her house while I was dragged towards her bedroom, it seemed a fairly typical student girls’ house. Yet another nail in the coffin of the myth that girls are tidier than boys, as magazines and dirty cutlery littered the floor. Posters of miscellaneous boy bands were plastered all over the walls. We tip toed up the stairs and Elizabeth led me into her room, pushing the door to behind her. I took her in my arms, kissing her passionately before reaching for the bottom of her tight vest top, pulling it up and over her head, her hair falling back in disarray. As I reached behind her back to fumble with the clasp to her black bra, her hands reached down to my groin, feeling my stiffening cock through my jeans and undoing my belt and unbuttoning my fly. My jeans fell away as her bra did. I cupped her breasts in my hands, bending down to kiss and suck at her nipples. I pushed her onto her bed, tugging down her skirt and was shocked to find no knickers underneath.
“I like the feel of a breeze down there.” Elizabeth said coyly, opening her legs and absent
ly stroking at her clit as she watched me throw off the rest of my clothes.
“I see you’re ready then.” She smiled. My now fully erect cock was pointing straight up and I was dying to slide it into her, into a girl, for the first time. My mind was reeling and my heart was beating so fast I could feel it thumping in my chest. I had been carrying the millstone of my virginity for so long, but finally I was about to lose it. I climbed onto the bed between her legs and moved my hand between her legs. I rubbed her clit with my thumb while I pushed two fingers into her pussy. She lay back, enjoying the attention, occasionally mumbling words of encouragement as I slowly teased her towards orgasm. I eased a third finger into her pussy and reached up with my other hand to gently squeeze a breast. The overload of sensations proved to be too great and she came loudly, soaking my fingers. After her climax had subsided, I pulled my fingers out of her and looked at them, each slick with her juices. Curious, I brought them to my mouth, tentatively licking them, tasting a woman’s juices for the first time.
“Nice?” She asked, gazing up at me from the bed.
“Not bad.” I smiled back. Elizabeth continued to gaze at me thoughtfully for a moment.
“You haven’t done this before have you?”
“What? I… I…” I stuttered, feeling as if I had been found out.
“Its okay!” she smiled, sitting up and pressing her lips to me, kissing me hard for a moment before pulling away. “Wow, a virgin. This will be a first for me too. I’ve never shagged a virgin.” She grinned, before rolling off the bed. “How about we warm you up with a sixty-nine. Lie back on the bed.”
I obediently did as she asked and lay back on the bed. She climbed up on to the bed, and stood over my face. I gazed up at her long legs and the dark curls of her pussy between them. She gently lowered herself to her knees and lowered her moist pussy lips to my face. I stretched my tongue out and parted her lips with it, probing her pussy as deep as I could before running the tip up to her clit. At the same time, I felt a hand on my balls and Elizabeth’s tongue lick the length of my cock. Once she’d licked my cock all over I felt her lips engulf the end and glide all the way down. The sensation was incredible, feeling my cock get kissed, licked and sucked while I lapped my tongue at her pussy, teasing her clit. She began to moan with pleasure, her moans muffled by my cock in her mouth. The vibrations an added bonus sensation to the ones I was already enjoying. Her sucking and licking became a little more erratic and she jerked her head out of my lap and cried out, as she came for the second time in the space of twenty minutes, my face wet with her juices. My cock, slick with her saliva waved about searching for stimulation. She took me in her hand, slowly stroking me while she caught her breath.
“Wow!” She finally said. “And you haven’t done that before? I’d say you’re a natural!” She swung a leg over my head, releasing my face from her soaking wet pussy. She turned around and kissed me passionately, seemingly unbothered that she was tasting herself on my lips. Her hand was back on my cock, gently stroking it.
“I think its time we got this thing inside me.” Elizabeth smiled. “If you can do what you just did to me with your tongue, I can’t wait to see what you can do with this. She swung a leg over my hips and knelt astride me. She reached down and grasped my cock, rubbing my helmet against her pussy lips before positioning it at her opening.
“Ready?” She smiled. I nodded, my cock harder than it had ever been as I admired her naked form sitting atop me. Her long blonde-brown hair falling to her shoulders, the curve of her breasts, her erect brown nipples contrasting with her creamy white flesh, her flat stomach, the neatly trimmed triangle of curls between her legs and my cock positioned just below. She smiled and slowly lowered herself down. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she began a deliberately slow descent onto my length. My mouth gaped open as I felt the delicious velvety warmth of her moist pussy as I felt my helmet push inside her. I groaned in pleasure as it slowly engulfed my whole cock. As she finally slid the last of my shaft inside her, her eyes flicked open and looked into mine, her lips curled into a smile.
“Congratulations. You are no longer a virgin.” With that she began to ride me, my hard cock pistoning in and out of her. She controlled the pace to begin with but I grew in confidence, meeting her downward thrusts with my own thrusts upward, filling her pussy with my cock. She reached for my hands, pulling them to her breasts. I enthusiastically caressed them, rubbing my thumbs across her nipples and gently squeezing them. After a few minutes of this, I dropped my right hand to her pussy and began to gently rub my thumb against her clit. Her mouth dropped open, enjoying the stimulation to her clit whilst riding my cock, leaning back to allow me easier access to her.
“Yes!” She cried out. “Yes! Just like that. Make me come!” Her body stiffened and she shuddered as the wave of a third orgasm hit her. I was disappointed when she pulled herself off me, my wet cock springing back against my belly, as I could feel my own climax rapidly approaching.
“I can’t believe you’ve never done this before.” She remarked. “That’s the best shag I’ve had in ages. I may never let you leave!”
“Fine by me.” I smiled.
“Your turn.” She smiled. “Get over here and fuck me from behind.” She ordered, bending over on all fours on the bed. I positioned myself behind her and placed the tip of my cock between her now soaking wet pussy lips. I pushed forward, gasping as my rigid shaft eased back into her moist pussy and began to thrust inside her, enjoying being able to control the pace myself this time. She grunted in pleasure as I found a rhythm, looking at me over my shoulder.
“Yes, just like that.” Elizabeth smiled. “I can’t wait to feel you fill me with your come.” Her words spurred me on and I increased my pace, feeling my climax rapidly approaching.
“I’m going to come!” I told her.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Yes! Come inside me! Come for me!” With a pent up cry of release, I thrust deep inside her and my cock exploded, emptying my balls deep inside her pussy. I shuddered as the last weaker pulses of my cock followed and I gently pulled out of her, collapsing back on to the bed. She rolled over and flopped down next to me, both of us panting from the effort and smiling in blissful euphoria.
“Worth waiting for?” Elizabeth grinned. I opened my mouth to reply, but couldn’t find the words, so I simply smiled, nodded and kissed her.
Ou
t of Bounds
I pressed the button and the doorbell chimed. Tristan's mother opened the door.
"Hello!" she smiled, recognising me. "Come in. Tristan's not home yet, but you can come in and wait if you like?" Tristan’s mother was a redhead, probably mid forties. She was of average height and she had an easy smile that instantly put you at ease. She had quite a buxom, curvy figure and wore a red and white floral dress that complemented her figure. I couldn’t help but notice the low cut neckline. I smiled following her into the house. It had been a year since we had graduated from University and I hadn't seen Tristan since. He had invited me to stay at his place for the weekend and we'd go out for some beers and catch up. I had travelled from where I lived for five hours on the train. Tristan was still living with his mother as he saved towards a deposit for his own place.
"How are you?" She asked, leading me into the living room and gesturing towards the sofa. I took a seat. "How's the job going?"
"Good Mrs Wilde." I replied. "Yeah, it's going well."
"Please, call me Suzanne.” She told me. "I don't think either my title or my surname will be with me much longer." I winced.
"Sorry. I was sad to hear about what happened with your husband."
"It was such a cliché." She shook her head in disgust. "Running off with his secretary who was young enough to be his daughter."
"His loss." I replied. Suzanne looked at me and smiled.
"That's very kind of you to say." The phone rang. She crossed the room and answered it.
"Hello? ... What!? ... Are you okay? ... Thank God... what stat
e is the car in? ... I see... Well at least you're okay, that’s the most important thing... yes, he's just arrived... I'll let him know... take care... goodbye."
"What's happened?" I asked, concerned at the tone of the conversation.
"Poor Tristan's had an accident." She told me. "He's fine, just a bit shaken up. The car's in a state and wedged in a ditch. He's got to wait until morning for a recovery vehicle. He was travelling back from a meeting at his work’s head office and he's a good hundred miles away, so he's going to stay in a hotel overnight. He sends his apologies."
"Well, it's a relief he's not injured." I said. I reached for my bag. "I won't impose. I'll check into a hotel tonight and see Tristan when he gets here tomorrow."
"Don't be silly." Suzanne said. "You're more than welcome to stay here. After all, we've already made up a bed for you."
"Thank you." I smiled. "That's very nice of you."
"Well now that's settled, how about a drink?”
“Yes please Mrs Wi… Suzanne.”
“What would you like? Coffee? Tea? Something a bit stronger?”
“What are you going to drink?”
“Well, I was considering opening a bottle of wine.”
“That sounds good.”
Suzanne returned momentarily with a freshly opened bottle of wine and a pair of glasses. She dimmed the lights, rested the wine and glasses on the small coffee table before lighting a pair of candles and sitting herself next to me on the sofa. She poured a generous glass for each of us and we sipped at it while making small talk for an hour or so before the conversation, perhaps fuelled by the wine took a more personal turn.
“So do you have a girlfriend at the moment?” Suzanne asked. “I know Tristan seems to have a different one every other week.” I smiled and nodded. Tristan had always been the ladies man at University. If he had notched his bedpost with every conquest, he’d have turned his bed into a futon by halfway through our second year.
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