by Hunt, Evelyn
'It was loud in there,' commented Amy, 'I didn't quite catch your name clearly.'
'It's Conor,' he said laughing.
'And how old are you Conor?'
'Old enough for you Amy.'
She restrained herself from smiling at his cheek.
'You already asked me three times in the club.'
'I told you it was too loud to hear,' she insisted, 'are you going to make me guess, Conor?'
'Go on then.'
His blue eyes twinkled as he teased her.
'Twenty-one?'
'So you could hear in the club!' he exclaimed, 'I knew you'd forgotten my name and just wanted me for my body.'
'Did you want to accompany me home, Conor?'
The invitation had taken him aback somewhat and she guessed he wasn't nearly as confident with women as he made himself out to be.
'My place is pretty close,' he muttered studying his feet, 'only round the corner.'
'Do you live with your parents?'
He nodded and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
'They aren't in tonight. They've gone back to Ireland for a break.'
Instinctively she knew he wasn't lying. She nodded.
'Take me to your palace then.'
In the dark everywhere looked the same and the tiny attached houses were all the identical in layout. Fumbling with the keys, Conor let them in. Amy excused his lack of manners by not turning on the lights or offering her a drink as a pre-cursor to sex as a result of his eagerness to get this night on the road.
Upstairs and in his bedroom, he closed the door and turned the light on. It looked as if the room had hardly changed since his teenage years with pictures of his favourite football club plastered on the wall, a desk with a laptop, a girly calendar and single bed with the same football club logo on it that graced his posters.
'Sorry about the mess,' he apologised.
Amy sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her. He went to her. She took his hand and put it on her thigh. Keeping her hand on top of his, she guided him up her stockings, raising her skirt as he went. The bare flesh where the stockings connected to her suspender belt felt electric with his undemanding touch on her. She pushed his hand between her thighs as she spread them slightly.
He was panting like a horny dog but unsure of exactly what he should be doing. Amy took his hand to her panties and firmly pressed his fingers against her. Having given him the incentive she removed her hand and let him explore on his own accord. She lay back on the bed as he rubbed at her.
'That feels good,' she told him.
Encouraged he increased the pressure, moving in circular motions as Amy widened her legs. Her breathing was increasing. She heard him curse as he boldly slipped his fingers into her panties and felt her wet pussy. He probed into her and licked his fingers as he removed them.
'You taste wonderful, Amy.'
'Make me come, Conor,'
'I'm not sure I know how to,' he confessed.
'Let me teach you.'
She stood up, kicked off her shoes and disconnected her stockings from her garter belt and stepped gracefully out of her stockings and panties. She turned her back to him.
'Can you unzip me please, Conor?'
His fingers were all thumbs as he unzipped and watched her unclasp her bra and throw it towards her shoes. She faced him and shrugged out of her dress. Her plump breasts fell out. Having maintained her curves, Amy knew the regular gym sessions had paid off so her figure was toned and voluptuous at the same time.
Conor was mesmerized, taking in her nakedness.
'You can touch me if you want,' she offered.
He reached out cautiously and ran his hand from the base of her neck to her breast. She saw a shy smile on him as her nipple hardened at his delicate stroking. He moved in and kissed her. His lips barely brushed hers and she bit his bottom lip. He followed her lead and the kiss developed into something far more intense. Her tongue, flicked into his mouth, inviting him to hers. His tongue explored her mouth sensitively and his hands grabbed and pulled her fiercely to him.
'You need to get naked for this,' she instructed.
He unbuttoned his shirt and took his chinos and boxers off in one movement. His body was more boyish in stature than manly. Slim with narrow hips, he had yet to fill out his broad shoulders. He was clearly athletic, as his arms and legs rippled with muscles and his stomach was rock hard. His lengthy erection stood almost to his navel.
Amy hopped on his bed and he jumped in next to her without a pause.
'Can I fuck you?' he asked.
Had it not been for his puppy dog eyes and complete unawareness that the question was on the bold side, she may have chastised the use of language, but in truth she wanted him inside her just as badly.
'First I want you to make me cum.'
He fondled between her open thighs. His hands were firmer, his shyness subsiding. He rubbed the wetness of her lips and she arched her back guiding the fingers to her clit. When in position she started to grind and he returned the pressure. Her breaths were becoming shallower and her groaning audible.
Curiously, Conor changed position and moved between her legs. He caught her eyes and smiled devilishly at her before licking her pussy. Amy was lost in the ecstasy, as he varied his licks from quick flicks, to longer broader licks, to swirling his tongue on her, attempting to get his tongue to enter her slit and eventually clamping his mouth round her clit and sucking hard. Each sensation was so different but equally rewarding and soon she was moaning out loud with her hips bucking.
He came up and she tasted her own juices as he kissed her.
'Now?' he asked.
'Now,' she nodded.
He forced open her legs and rubbed the head of his cock in her dripping wetness. She splayed her legs and lent back.
'I've never actually done this before so...'
Without further word, she grabbed his cock and guided him inside her. The length and girth of him filled her completely. His inexperience was irrelevant in the scheme of things. His vigorous pumping and need to relieve himself was welcome. He was young and had the stamina for a more attentive round two if she felt it warranted it. For now the sheer size of him and the knowledge of how much she wanted him and being his first was enough.
Not unexpectedly, while the shafting had been thorough and wearing on her body it had been short-lived. He withdrew and came over her stomach, apologising in the process. She smiled and kissed him assuring him everything had been okay.
'I better get cleaned up though,' said Amy.
'Bathroom's at the end of the hall,' he replied.
She took herself to the bathroom, filled the sink and cleaned herself up. As she headed back, she saw the hall light on and heard two voices from Conor's room. She raced to the bathroom and wrapped a towel round herself hoping he hadn't been lying about his parents absence.
She listened at the door.
'I'm glad you've got laid Conor. It's taken you long enough, but if you fuck her all night there's no way you'll be playing football tomorrow. It's pointless me having stayed over to drive you there if you're a wreck and spend the entire time on the bench.'
Amy opened the door and went weak at the knees.
'Amy,' greeted Liam, failing to disguise his shock.
'No more bunk beds?' she asked, steadying herself on the door frame.
'No I moved out a few years ago and my baby brother got the room to himself,' the colour drained from his face, as he attempted to maintain a conversational tone and realised what had occurred with him in earshot...
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