by Lace, Lolah
“RJ, I have a question for you.” Deja turned her entire body toward me. I might be in trouble.
“What’s up?” I turned to face her in the minimal space of my Mustang.
“Why haven’t you tried to kiss me?”
Shit. I don’t have an answer to that question. Why haven’t I made a move? “Ah, I didn’t think about it.”
“You didn’t think about kissing me?”
“No, I thought about it but I didn’t want to scare you off.”
“How the hell can you scare me off with a kiss?”
“I don’t know. Do you want me to kiss you?”
“I don’t know. Seems like if you wanted to, you would have by now.”
“I have always wanted to.” I want to kiss your entire body. “I thought maybe we should be going together first before I made a move. You never said you would be my girlfriend.”
“We see each other every day. It’s like we’re a couple.”
“Seems like we are a couple.” I shrugged.
“Yeah, it seems that way.” Her eyes darted away and then back to me.
“So then I guess we are going out. You’re my woman.”
“You’re my boyfriend.”
“Man.”
Deja laughed. “Yeah you are a man. I forget.”
“I understand.” If I fucked you, you would remember I’m a man. There would be no question about my manhood. I smiled on the inside and it trickled out to my outsides.
“Why are you smiling?”
“You’re my girlfriend. That makes me smile.”
“What do you want to do, hold hands, skip and do somersaults and cartwheels?” That was sassy-mouthed sarcasm Deja style.
“I want to—” I cut into my own words and pressed my mouth into Deja’s. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in before she could protest. I pushed my way past her lips and into her mouth. Her tongue tastes like strawberry bubblegum.
The kiss took Deja by surprise and it took her a few seconds to kiss me back. But man when she kissed me back my cock jumped to attention. Fucking A, B and C. Deja kissed me to an erection. This can’t happen on a regular basis.
I raked my hand up the nape of her neck and buried my hands in her hair. We were making out like we had invented the lip lock. We stopped when we needed to breathe through our mouths. Deja was a good kisser. She was better at it than me. How is that possible?
Deja was looking at me and I was in a weird trance looking at her. “Hey we need to slow down.” I never thought I would say those words.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“I’m turned on.”
“Huh?”
My cock is hard. “My cock is hard. I need a minute.”
“Kissing did that?” Deja looked down at my crotch.
“You’re a really good kisser. Don’t stare at my cock. Now that’s just rude.”
“Is it?”
“Heck yeah.”
“You don’t like for girls to look at it.”
I fucking love it. “Let’s just go in the bookstore. I can walk it off.”
“Yeah you could. Or you could show it to me.”
What the fuck did she just say? I know I heard it wrong. My hard cock has affected my hearing. “What?”
“RJ, show me your penis.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” See that’s exactly what I’m talking about. I never knew what would come out her mouth.
“Why not? You told me you wanted to make me happy.”
“Looking at my cock would make you happy?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe after I see it. I have to see it first.”
“This is a joke right?”
Deja reached over and placed her hand on my crotch. Fuck me! Is she for reals? “Deja, what are you doing?”
She had unbuttoned my jeans and she was unzipping them. “I want to see it.”
“I got it.” I placed my hand on hers. She pulled her hand away. I watched her as she watched me remove my cock from the hole in my boxer shorts. I was holding my cock in my hands. Deja wasn’t looking in my face. She was looking at my cock. She was a safe distance but she was giving my Italian sausage her x-ray vision. Had she ever seen one before?
She answered my silent question. “I have never seen a penis in person.” Her eyes glanced up at mine and then down to my cock. My cock would not go down as long as she was looking at it.
“So what does it look like?”
“It’s really, really, really big and it’s kind of…pretty.”
I’m going to jag the shit out of my junk when I get home. “You think so?”
“Yeah can I touch it?”
“Deja, you’re my girlfriend. You can touch it. You can do whatever you want to it?”
“Right, right, I’m your girlfriend. I never touched one before.”
“Yeah I figured that out when you said you never seen one on the flesh.”
“Right.” She giggled. “Okay, I’m nervous.”
“Why? Cocks don’t bite.”
“Right.” Deja leaned over to my seat. I guess she wanted a closer look at it. I let go of my cock and the weight made it fall down on top of my jeans. Her right hand reached over and grazed the tip of my cock’s head. “It’s really hard.” She looked at me and she was smiling.
Christ, her lips. I tasted them and they would feel so good on my cock. She looked back at my cock. I popped my cock up with my will and Deja jumped back.
“Oh my god. It moved.” Her eyes bugged out and she started giggling.
“It does that sometimes.” I looked around the bookstore parking lot and I was glad I parked toward the back. There was one car on the left side of me but the parking space on the right was clear.
Deja reached back over and took my cock in her hand. She ran her fingers tips up the side and rubbed the head. “You’re leaking. That’s precum.” She seemed excited by this.
“Yes it is Doctor Holland.”
Deja rubbed that precum down my shaft and she started stoking my cock up and down. She was very gentle with it. She didn’t know she could grab it and rub it hard. My cock was strong. It could take a beating. I beat the shit out of it until I started getting sex on a regular basis. It didn’t matter how gentle Deja was. It felt good having her hand on my junk.
“RJ, show me how to do it.”
“Do you have lotion in your purse?”
“Yeah.” Deja let go of my cock and reached down under her feet and grabbed her huge purse. She reached into the purse and grabbed a trial size tube of Jergens hand lotion. “Put the lotion on your hands.”
“Okay.”
Deja put lotion in the palm of her hand. I adjusted my seat so I was angled back, in a semi laying position. Was she really going to jack my cock? I think she is. She rubbed her hands together and reached over and took me in both her hands.
“What should I do?”
“Move your hands up and down and around. You can do it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me. Hold me tighter and just go slow and then go fast. I’ll do the rest.”
“Okay.”
That was all the instruction she needed she was stoking me like a pro. It had been years since I got a hand-job. I couldn’t really believe this was happening. Deja was stroking my cock. Better yet Deja my virgin girlfriend that has never seen or touched a cock was jagging me off…and it feels so fucking good.
I hadn’t realized I closed my eyes until I opened them and saw Deja’s eyes on me. Her lips were slightly open and she was watching my strained facial expressions. I felt like she was trying to control me but I didn’t give a fuck. She could stick her hand up my ass because right then I decided to be her puppet.
“Deja, faster.” She looked down at my cock and started beating my meat faster as instructed. I was going to cum. I was breathing through my mouth. My abdomen was convulsing to a
tantric rhythm. “Look at me.” Deja eyes jetted back to mine. “Oh shit! Don’t stop! Don’t oh!” That was it. I came. My cum shot out and I just let it ride. I felt Deja’s hand tap the head of my cock. I literally shook and collapsed in the driver’s seat.
After a moment I peeked my eyes open and Deja was looking at me. “Was that okay?” She asked.
“That was great.”
“It’s in my hand.”
I raised my seat and I could see she had a pool of my cum cupped in one of her hands. Her other hand was still holding my cock. I grabbed my junk and she let it go. “There are napkins in the glove box.”
Deja took her cum-free hand and opened my glove compartment. She grabbed a few napkins and poured my cum into a few of them. She balled the napkins up and placed it on my dashboard. She started cleaning her hands.
“I need one.”
Deja looked over at me. “I’ll do it.” Deja started wiping the excess cum from my cock. She used three napkins on me. “It’s on the steering wheel.” She quickly wiped the steering wheel free of all my cum and placed the used napkins on the dashboard.
I put my cock away and buttoned and zipped up. I raised my seat to sitting upright. “You okay?” I asked. She was so quiet.
“Yeah.”
“You ready to go in the bookstore.”
“Yeah.”
“You can wash your hands in their bathroom. There’s a garbage can at the front of the store. I will through the napkins out.”
“Okay.”
After we got ourselves presentable we went into the Barnes and Noble. Deja went straight to the restroom to wash the remainder of my sticky cum off her hands.
I followed her around the store as she browsed the bookshelves. I directed her towards the sexual position books. I pointed out the positions I wanted to try and she slapped my hands away several times until they were red.
This date was fun. Every time I saw her was like a new adventure. Being faithful to her just isn’t as hard as I thought it would be.
* * *
It was Friday and I had to work but Uncle Mason gave me the day off. I had an important appointment to keep. I had to escort Selena to the clinic.
I wished I was spending my day with my girlfriend but I fucked up and got the one person on the planet I would never have a kid with pregnant. I shouldn’t have believed her when she said she was on the pill. I’m not a bad guy. I have respect for older women because they don’t play these silly games.
Young girls are always acting like they want a no strings attached relationship. Then as soon as you smash them or are nice to them, they want more. I don’t have more to give then my cock and I’m a nice guy because my parents raised me that way. Older women take you as you are. Now Deja is young. Deja has my stupid theories and head all screwed up. It appears that she is different. I’m afraid that she will change. I hope not. I really like her. I think about her all the time. I wonder if she feels the same way about me.
Maybe she’s slumming with me until she finds her Prince Charming. If that’s why she’s with me then I will take her as long as she will have me. Deja is drama free. She has goals. I know one day I’m going to fuck up and she’s going to dump me. After Deja, I won’t be able to go back to ordinary random girls. I have to stop sleeping with these young sluts. I guess I already have, thanks to my girlfriend.
I could not believe how Selena cried when she told me she wanted to keep the baby. I never ever took her on a date anywhere in public. I met Selena at a club and I smashed her that same night. She drinks more than me. At this point in her life does she really think she’s mother material? I’m not father material. I’m just learning to pay my bills on time.
It didn’t matter. I picked Selena up from her parents place. I didn’t know if I should talk or be quiet. I had yelled enough the day she told me this disturbing news.
I’ve been through this process before and I knew it would take at least three hours. There is paperwork, tests and exams, an actual abortion and a recovery period. I couldn’t wait to be rid of Selena. I was going to be nice, caring and supportive all the way up until I dropped her off on her doorstep. Then it is deuces, adios amigos and see ya wouldn’t want to be ya.
I was in a daze. I paid the money and I couldn’t wait for them to take Selena away. She was being put to sleep and I planned on sneaking out the clinic and going to see Deja. I wasn’t sneaking. I was walking out the front door pass the Pro-Lifers with their gruesome signs and ugly vicious attacks. Any child raised by Selena would grow up neglected, abused and eventually turn into a criminal. Today that kid would not be mine.
Selena wouldn’t even know I was gone. If I’m not back in time she can text me. Blowing up my cell seems to be her favorite pastime.
After I got Selena all squared away, I left the clinic. Selena is in the hands of the medical staff at the clinic. I hopped into my Mustang and headed to the one person I longed to see more than anyone else.
I lied to Deja and told her I was working today. I didn’t have much of a choice. I couldn’t tell her I was going to an abortion clinic. I couldn’t tell her the stupid choices and dumbass circumstances that put me in my present situation.
Deja had an early release day from high school. The plan was for me to come over at lunch time. Her parents would still be at work. After the hand job, there was no way I was going to pass up the opportunity to be alone with her at her house.
I texted Deja that I was on my way. I arrived in fifteen minutes. The abortion clinic was in another suburb but it wasn’t that far from Bolingcreek.
I pulled into her driveway and I was out my car quickly. I was obviously pressed for time.
Deja’s house was in one of the newly built communities in Bolingcreek. New meaning, the houses in this area were no more than ten years old. Deja has been living in Bolingcreek since she was five. She speaks four different languages, Spanish, Mandarin, Tagalog and Urdu. What the hell is Tagalog and Urdu? It seems I know all there is to know about Deja. I still don’t know what her pussy feels like wrapped around my cock.
I knocked on her front door. Deja opened the door with her dimpled smile.
“RJ.”
“Deja.” I stepped in and watched her as she closed and locked the door behind me. I took a quick glance at her forty inch ass. I love her ass. She was wearing loose purple sweat pants and a fitted green Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirt. I decided to take a look around. Her house was very clean. It still looked new on the outside and inside but they had it built from the ground seven years ago.
I felt an urge to touch her. So I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me. “Hey, I missed you.” Did I just say that?
“I missed you too.” She smirked.
I had to taste her lips. I let go of her hand and cupped her chin pulling her face to mine. I kissed her mouth. Her lips were full, soft and her tongue was moist and pliable.
I think we should take this party to her bedroom. “Hey babe, show me your room.”
“Okay, you have to promise to stay PG-13.”
“Of course, I would never force you to do anything.” That was the GH. I was never that forceful, thirsty, rapey guy.
“I know.” She smiled. “I just wanted to hear you say it.” Deja took my hand and lead me to the staircase. I willed my cock to be cool as I watched her ass sway in front of my face as she led me up the stairs.
I stepped into her bedroom. I expected something very teenage and girly but it wasn’t like that at all. Her bedroom was red, white and black. It was hard to sum up her décor in words but off the top of my head I would call it ninja vampy. I’m not sure what that means but that’s what came to my mind.
Deja had what looked to be real samurai swords on her walls. The wall at the head of her bed was painted blood red. There was a framed Kill Bill movie poster on her wall and there was a framed The Matrix movie poster on another wall.
There were large black painted polka dots on
her ceiling. I’m not sure how someone could’ve painted perfectly shaped black circles on the white ceiling. This only added to the mystique of the room and the high school senior that dwelled within its walls.
Much to my surprise, there were no stuffed animals or dolls like in other girl’s rooms. Deja was truly different and this only confirmed that I was right about her.
Her bedroom made me smile. Her bedroom impressed me. One entire wall was bookshelves and every inch of the shelves was filled with books.
“Your room is cool.” I said because it was too quiet. I didn’t want her second guessing her decision to let me into her private domain. “Did you read all these books?”
“Yeah, the ones I haven’t read are over there.” She pointed to a five foot tall stack of books on the other side of the room by the window. I grinned as a noticed the studious pile.
I took a seat on her bed. “Hey come here. Come sit on my lap.” I raised one hand hoping she would take it. She did. She straddled me and I’m sure she felt safe since we were fully clothed. That, and I am always a gentleman.
I put my hands around her waist. “I think you should kiss me.” I said.
“I think that’s a good idea.” She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine.
Our chemistry was magnetic. Our lips fit so well together. I ran my fingers up the small of her back. I felt the clasps of her bra. I wanted to sneak underneath her t-shirt but I didn’t want to do anything that would stop her from kissing me. Plus I was trying to stop myself from getting an erection. Too late. I’ve got moves to make. I buried my tongue deep into her mouth as she ran her fingers through my hair.
I have a plan. I will distract her with my tongue while I venture underneath her t-shirt. Just like the suave dude that I am. I was there. I was touching her skin and it was so soft, so smooth, I want to lick her all over. I only needed one hand to undo her bra. I was an expert.
I took my other hand and pulled her as close to me as possible. I wanted to feel her on my cock. I wanted her to feel it. Her thin sweats were not a big enough barrier. I was wearing my sweats. Today I wasn’t going to be confined in blue jeans. I know she felt my erection. She grinded her hips forward. That was my cue. I unhooked her bra with one quick snap. I had my hand on her left tit before she even knew what was happening.
