First Time Erotica: Volume 2 (First Time Erotica Series)

by Charlie Buxton

  "Eww!" I scrunched my face up. "TMI!"

  Sam giggled. "But anyway, it's about what's on the inside, Justin—not the outside."

  "I get that with feelings and stuff, but why does it matter with looks?"

  "Because vain people are shallow people." Sam reached out and put her hand on my leg. "But you're different, though. You dress like the cool jerk, but you're a great guy."

  "I don't dress like—"

  "Bullshit!" She pointed at my sunglasses. "How much were those things?"

  "A hundred, but they're Foster—"

  "Mine came from the dollar store and they do the trick." She pulled on my shorts. "What brand are these?"

  "They're—" I started, but she continued.

  "And that's an Abercrombie and Fitch T-shirt you're wiping your sweaty face on. What was that, thirty dollars? And you're wearing it to clean up a park." Pointing at her shirt, she said, "This shirt was ten dollars and the jeans were the same on sale. My whole outfit with my sneakers is less than your damn shorts."

  "It shows." I smirked.

  The look on Sam's face told me I'd made a mistake, and she quickly made me pay for it. "You would never have made that crack before you started going with Jen."

  "Oh, come on! I'm just busting your chops."

  "Oh, that's all? Okay, how about this one? I dress like a poor tomboy and you're mister GQ, pretty boy, but which one of us is still a virgin?"

  "What the hell kind of crack is that?" I put the sandwich down. "What's that got to do with anything?"

  "Well, you think I'm so plain and dress so crappy, but I've had a couple of guys who had no problem wanting to get to know me better."

  "So what? I've had chances, but I promised my mother I'd try to do it the right way. You decided to spread your legs when you had the chance."

  "Are you saying I'm a slut?"

  "Of course not! You know better than that. But you know that's a touchy subject with me."

  "But you never think anything bothers me." Sam waved her hand disgustedly at me. "You really do treat me like a guy."

  "I ... I treat you like a friend. Since when do I need to treat you all girly?"

  "You don't, but then again you've never treated a girly have you?" She raised her eyebrows after that one, as if daring me to top it.

  "Guess you got me on that one," I said with a casual shrug. "But tell you what, how about you ask me again after this weekend?"

  Sam's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

  "It means, I just might..."

  My phone went off and I couldn't help smiling when "You don't know You're Beautiful" blared from it. It was Jen. The timing couldn't have been better.

  "Like she doesn't think she's beautiful." Sam muttered

  "Hey, sweetie." I bit my lip not to laugh at the disgusted look on her face.

  "Hey, hot stuff!" Jen chirped in my ear. "How goes park detail?"

  "Halfway," I told her. "It'll be done in a couple hours."

  "Wow! That was quick!"

  Hopefully she wouldn't be saying that in my ear in bed, I thought, but said, "I have some help."

  "That's great! More the merrier! I'm surprised you could rope any of your friends into getting up on Saturday morning."

  "They didn't. Sam's helping me out." Even as I said it, I wondered why I brought her up."Sam?" Jen laughed. "I can see that. She doesn't look like the kind of girl who minds getting her hands dirty. Probably didn't even have to worry about what clothes to wear. She looks like that every"

  "Jen." I turned around, putting my back to Sam and speaking lower. "I've told you about that. Why do you always pick on her?"

  "Why do you always defend her?"

  "Because she's my best friend."

  "Men and women can't be best friends. One of them always ends up wanting it to be more."

  "Wise for your eighteen years," I told her.

  "It's true." She sighed. "You hang with her because she's like a guy, but without the attitude, and she hangs with you because she ... well, she proves my point."

  "That again? Come on, Jen. I've told you Sam's just a buddy."

  "You see it that way. But anyway, thank you so much for helping me with this, Justin! Earth Day's in the middle of the week, so this Saturday is really the best chance we had to get a lot done."

  "No problem." Sensing movement, I looked over my shoulder to see Sam slipping her sneakers back on. "So, what are you doing tonight? My mom is leaving in a few hours."

  Sam got up and putting her Red Sox cap on backwards she grabbed her trash bag and headed for another clump of bushes leaving the backpack behind.

  "Well, seeing it's going to take a good part of the day up here, we thought we would make the most of it and throw a little party, make a fire, hang out, have some fun."

  "Really?" Recalling Rob was there, I felt more than a twinge of unease. "How about I come up?"

  "Well ..." Jen paused, and the twinge grew into a twisting sensation in my stomach.

  "Well, what?"

  "Look, Justin, sometimes I just want to hang out with friends and, you know, not always be with someone."

  "What's that supposed to mean?" I said, raising my voice and glancing over at Sam to see if she had noticed, but she was on her knees pulling beer bottles out from underneath the bushes.

  "Hey, don't get mad, baby," Jen purred. "I just want to chill with some people I haven't seen in a while, okay?"

  "I just figured—"

  "Now, tomorrow, on the other hand," she said, giggling, "rumor has it my hot boyfriend is going to have his place all to himself until the next day. Hmmm."

  My jealousy was quickly replaced by another twinge, but this one lower than my stomach.

  "You know, Justin, you've been so sweet about waiting for me, I think it's time you and I got a lot closer."

  "You do?" It wasn't exactly smooth, but I couldn't think about anything but Jen in my bed looking up at me with those big blue eyes, her naked body moving against mine.

  "I do, baby. I have some things to do in the morning, but how about I come over around three?"

  "Yeah, that sounds great."

  "I'll see you then, baby." Jen released a sweet sigh into the phone that caused my cock to throb and added, "I'm going to so make it worth you waiting."

  Jen had no idea how long I had really waited. Grinning like an idiot, I said, "I'm sure you'll more than make it up to me."

  "Oh, I will, and I have to thank you for your help today, too, so I'll have to find something fun to wear, and come up with a proper way to show my appreciation."

  I was hard as a rock from just her talking about coming over and had to adjust my shorts around my aching dick.

  "Justin, speaking of your help ... You know there's a little competition going on at school for which team can do the most clean-up this weekend?"

  "Yeah."

  "Well, seeing you're going to get done so early, would you mind doing that little playground over on Smith Street?"

  "Um, well, I was thinking of—" I started.

  "Please, baby? I'll be ever so grateful."

  "Well, maybe—"

  "I'll give you a special treat." She gave that cock-stirring giggle again.

  "Treat?" I repeated. Please mean what I think you mean!

  "Sure, I figure if you're going to clean for me I should get all dirty for you." She sighed. "I've been thinking about giving you a nice blow job for awhile now, would that be a good reward?"

  "I—hell, yeah!" I exclaimed, not caring if I sounded like an excited little kid.

  "Yeah, baby, you want to feel these lips before those lips?" Jen laughed. "I do like to suck cock. Hopefully you'll return the favor, you know, a kiss for a kiss."

  "That would only be fair," I said, trying to sound more casual.

  "I'm all about fair, Justin. But I just called to say hi and see how you were making out. I'll see you tomorrow."

  "I look forward to it," I replied. But she had already ended the call.
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br />   "Goddamn." I put the phone back on the clip at my hip and forced myself to stand up.

  Keeping my back to Sam, I adjusted the bulge in my shorts and turning, I picked up the container covering the remaining sandwich and slipped it into the backpack.

  I slung it over my shoulder and I tried not to let my mind run wild with thoughts of what tomorrow would bring. A blow job before sex would get me off the hook for being quick. I wondered if Jen would swallow or spit, or maybe jack me off on her amazing tits.

  I took a deep breath, pushing thoughts of Jen from my mind. I needed to start helping Sam before she started bitching, and do it without an obvious hard-on. My mind already on oral sex, I thought of what Sam had done with the banana and caught myself wondering if she swallowed? The thing about Sam was that if I asked, she would probably answer me, and fairly crudely.

  Sam got upset when she was considered one of the guys, but she brought it on herself with the way she dressed and her language. Some of my friends and I had debated whether she was a freak or all talk. Personally, my feeling was she would be a wild ride, but not with just anyone. Sam had been with two guys that I knew of and had dated both for months before putting out.

  "Hey! Helping is one thing, but I'm not doing this shit by myself," she called out.

  "That what you told your last boyfriend?" I joked. A quick check showed my cock was under control. I turned around in time for her retort.

  "Coming from the king of doing it himself?"

  "Laugh it up, Sam. You won't be able to make those jokes after tomorrow."

  "What do you mean?" She stood up from the bush she was in front of and wiped the dirt from her jeans.

  "That was Jen. She's coming over tomorrow afternoon, and she's ready."

  "She's always ready," Sam quipped, but she didn't smile. Instead, she turned serious. "You sure she's not messing with you? She promised you last month, too, remember? Then all of a sudden she needed to do something with her parents."

  "That was different. She told me after that she was just nervous. Nope, tomorrow is the day, Sam."

  "Are you sure you want to with her, Justin? I don't think she's really into you."

  "All that matters is I'll be into her." I laughed, walked over to the tree on my right and removed a beer bottle that was stuck in a small hole.

  "Cute, that's just the attitude your mother doesn't want you to have."

  "Don't give me that crap!" She was getting on my nerves again. "I've been with Jen for six months. She does care and she does want to."

  "I'm sure she wants to, Justin. You're a good-looking guy who treats her better than she deserves. But I don't think she cares."

  "Of course you don't. You don't like her."

  "I don't think you care that much about her either."

  "What?"

  "You like her, but do you love her? Every time you talk about her, it's about how hot she is, not about how sweet or nice she is. I think you're just getting horny and don't want to wait anymore."

  "I care about Jen." I didn't say it with as much force as I should have.

  I did like Jen. I really liked her, but did I love her? Did I know what love was? Hell, I was eighteen. 'Really like' was close enough, and I'd been good long enough. Besides, maybe once we slept together it would take us to that next level.

  "I don't believe you." Sam picked up a can and tossed it in the bag. Sighing, she walked over to me. "Justin, I know you're tired of me teasing you, and I'm sorry."

  "It's okay, Sam." I shrugged. "That's what friends are for. We tease each other, you make virgin cracks, and I make tomboy jokes."

  "Yeah, but the thing is I admire you for it. I really do."

  "You do?" I raised my eyebrows waiting for the punch line.

  "I do. Not so much about the sex, but the fact you made a promise to be a certain type of man, and you are." She put her hand on my forearm. "Forget about tomorrow. She's not the one."

  "Oh, come on!" I rolled my eyes. "You know what, Sam? Maybe you're right that I'm not madly in love, but I do like her and we have been together a while and ... Maybe this will bring us closer."

  "You should love the person first."

  "Did you?" I turned it around on her, "Were you in love with that dink, Jack? Were you in love with Derek?"

  "No, but I never promised I would wait and ..." She shook her head. "I ... settled, for both."

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  "If we're going to talk, I'm getting in the shade."

  Sam sat down under the tree I had pulled the bottle from and I joined her, sitting in front of her.

  "Don't get me wrong, Justin. There was something there. Jack and Derek were both nice to me, but it wasn't love. But, well, I figured both times, what am I waiting for? A Family Channel romance? Some perfect guy? So I decided to just have some fun. I guess that's what it was because neither worked out."

  "So you knew you didn't love them?"

  "Right."

  "Then what the hell is your problem with me and Jen?" I said, putting my hands out. "You're being a damn hypocrite."

  "I ... I guess you're right, but I never planned on it being that special, and at least those guys were serious with me. Jen is using you. It's a game to her. Why tomorrow? What's she doing tonight?"

  "She's ... going to stay up at the beach and hang with—"

  "Rob. Justin, Jen's fucking around with him."

  "You—"

  "And I'm sure she will come over tomorrow and fuck you because she does want to, but that's all it would be and your first time will be sloppy seconds and—"

  "Why the hell do you care so much?" I yelled at her. "Jesus Christ, Sam, give it a fucking break and just be happy I'm happy!"

  "I care because you're too good for that, Justin, and there's better than her out there. If nothing else, girls like Jen are a dime a dozen down the line, but you wanted the first time to be special."

  "It will be."

  "Then why not wait a little longer? Dump that bitch and—"

  "I'm not waiting! Why the hell do you think I can do so much better? Never mind. I'm not starting over and wondering how long it would be with someone else."

  "You can do better because you deserve better." Sam looked down at the ground and looked as if she were trying to decide what to say next. A first for her.

  Raising her head, she said softly, "Justin, on the outside, you're a hell of a good-looking guy, especially like this." She tousled my thick black hair. "I like your hair like this, not the way you put all that goop in it most of the time. And how many girls tell you how gorgeous those green eyes are?"

  I grinned. "Quite a few."

  "And you played baseball and football." She put her hand on my arm and squeezed. "You were a skinny little geek when we first met. Now look at you."

  I laughed and made a show of flexing my arm. "I do work out."

  "And it's pretty obvious, but—"

  "You checking me out?"

  I meant it as a joke, but Sam blurted out, "Of course not! I ... I don't look at you like that. I was just trying to ... make a point."

  She looked away, but not before I noticed she was blushing, which was definitely a first.

  "Are you blushing?"

  "No! I'm hot!" She removed her hat and wiped her forehead.

  "Nah, just cute, remember?" I joked.

  "Trust me, Justin, I know I'm not hot." She sounded irritable.

  "Hey! I was kidding!"

  "But Jen is, and for what it's worth? I never thought you'd be the kind of guy to go for just that."

  "I like her for other reasons."

  "Yeah, the two big ones hanging out of her shirt. You're different around her, Justin. When you're with me and Jim and the rest of our friends, you're you, and when you're with her, you're ... a conceited jerk."

  "I am not!"

  "Whatever." Sam stood up. "The point I was getting at was even though you're good-looking and popular, you're a sweet guy, and that's pretty rare at our age. That's
the best part about you, and that's why you deserve better. Jen is just a shallow bitch."

  "You're more than that and deserve more. Now, I've told you how I feel and you don't really care, but at least I said it. Hope you have fun tomorrow." She grabbed the bag and turned away from me, ending the conversation.