Last Summer as a Virgin: 32 (Sexy Erotica) Page 2
I put my jeans back on and acted as if nothing happens as I retreated to the ground floor, hopefully I’d find Lisa in one piece.
‘Hey, Beth!’ Once again Lisa popped out of nowhere and scared the hell out of me.
‘You’ve got to stop doing this, Lisa.’ I cried, half jokingly.
‘So I saw you went up to the attic with Joey.’ She smirked, squeezing my arms, shifting half of her weight onto me, drunker than she was 30 minutes ago.
I went speechless in blush, as though I was a kid busted by an adult for doing something naughty, which in this case, it was quite naughty indeed.
Lisa chuckled as she dragged me to the corner. To be honest, I was quite intimidated by her enthusiasm over this, considering it was kind of embarrassing to tell her that Joey left in the middle of it.
‘Tell me everything.’ She winked at me, with her hands swinging in the air, looking like a lunatic, then she closed her eyes and slid to the ground simultaneously.
I sighed as I grasped her by her waist and dragged her to my Toyota. But Lisa was at her most unexpected routine at the moment and she just went lucid as soon as we got to the car.
Before I started the car, she swiftly took her top off, slung her bra toward a crowd and laid naked in my car, giggling hysterically.
‘You’re too uptight, Beth.’ She mumbled as she reached out a rolled up joint from her blouse and lit it up. ‘Live a little.’
Within a second, Lisa’s exhaled smoke filled the car, and I paid my gratitude with a series of heartfelt cough.
‘Here.’ She passed me the joint and said, apparently at the least awareness of her naked front.
I was never much of a fan, but somehow I leaned forward and inhaled deeply as she said, I could taste the alcohol in her fingertips when I did it.
Then everything went hazy as Lisa got ardent and fervent, she leaned to me and kissed me passionately, grinding my sensitive tongue with hers while fondling my breasts with her skillful fingers, which drew me to moan in my weakest voice, and before long, she had her slender fingers reaching into my pants, frolicking my vulva with a scattered pattern while purposely sliding a finger or two in and out of me, nipping and grinding. I leaned back with my eyes shut, moaning as quiet as I could, she kept it going until I came, it was nothing comparing to Joey’s slippery tongue, but it was whimsical enough.
‘Lisa, what the hell was that? Are we lesbians now?’ I cried in whisper, trying to adjust my hasty breathing.
‘So what do you think? Who’s better at this, me or Joey?’ Lisa laughed, reposing next to me leisurely, as though all that fingering had never happened, I supposed I’d better act along with her and act casual about it.
‘What do you mean?’ I took the joint from her, inhaled deeply in scattered mind, occasionally my eyes lingered on her fine breasts.
‘I heard you’re going to Med school, way to go, doctor.’ She squeezed my arm and smirked, with her eyes staring at the trees 10 feet away, I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, the trees or me being a doctor to be.
I exhaled and passed her the joint, ‘Why didn’t we hang out like this before?’
‘Cause I’m a slut.’ She laughed.
‘It’s true.’ I agreed with her, with the most playful tone I could possibly employ, ‘You are a bit of a slut. But I’d still be happy to have you as a roommate when we go to college.’
‘Nah.’ She said without looking at me, almost inaudibly. ‘I’m not going.’
I flinched from my seat in astonishment as I exclaim, ‘What do you mean? You’re accepted, we both are.’
‘I have plans, other plans.’ She shrugged. ‘I’m trying to become an actress.’
I hissed in disappointment, and oddly a bit of anger. ‘It’s just so you. Lisa fucking Altman.’
I threw away the joint when she fell into utter silence. She didn’t speak until we reached her parents’ house.
‘That Joey guy, you should at least give him a chance.’ She mumbled, sounded a lot more uncertain than before, ‘He begged me to get you to come to that party tonight.’
‘Keep your nose out of my miserable life if you’re not planning to be a part of it.’ I replied coldly. ‘I don’t need to fuck someone everyday to keep my life going.’
‘I know.’ She mumbled again.
‘Now put your shirt back on and get out of my car.’ I almost squeaked.
‘I’m leaving this town in two weeks and I’m never coming back. Please don’t stay mad at me. Beth, you are the only true friend I have, and forever will be.’
‘Just get out.’ I refused to look at her when she walked into the door and drove home sulkily.
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It was one of those foggy days in our small town, the air was sticky and the sky was misty, you couldn’t tell what you’re looking at and you feel as though you are trapped in this tranquil town where most of its residents are devoting Christians, and their dull daily routines are seemed to be insufferable for us younger people, who fantasize a better place to thrive, anywhere but here, people like Lisa.
I reclined on my bed, starting to understand Lisa’s rush to escape from all these, and that I was quite immature to treat her like that, like an abandoned pet to its thriving owner. But I’d fix it later.
5 P.M, I literally woke up on the wrong side of the bed and I couldn’t feel my neck, I fizzled like a mad cattle as I stretched to the widest to reach my phone from the nightstand.
5 Missed Calls from the same number and I recognized the number to be that Joey guy from the party last week.
After a brief consideration, I pressed the dial button and held my breath in anticipation.
‘Beth?’ He answered the phone within 10 seconds.
‘Hi, Joey.’ I cringed as I said the name Joey, that tingling sensation radiating in my groin was startling me vigorously.
‘I was wondering, if you’d like to grab a bite today.’
‘Now?’
‘Or tonight. Like for a date.’
‘Yeah. Pick me up at 7:30.’ I hung up and sprang out of bed, grabbed the first thing I saw and put it on while stumbling my way to the mirror.
I looked at myself in the mirror and found myself looking hideously boring, I couldn’t help but frowned upon my own reflection, same pale face and tangled brown hair as yesterday, Joey sure did possess a weird taste in who he liked to date.
7:15 P.M, Joey arrived in his convertible, looking sharp and handsome in his blue jeans and white shirt, just the kind of person my parents wouldn’t frown upon, and I could see him chatting with my mother from the porch, and I had never seen that upbeat look on my mother’s face, all relieved and approving, which disgusted me greatly.
I took my time choosing the right outfit for my first real date, I’ve thought about wearing that flower print sundress Lisa gave me as a birthday present, but I took it off 5 minutes before he arrived and decided to go with my jeans and white tank top, because it takes away a great amount of stress from this.
I stood in front of his car before he noticed me and ended his lovely chat with my mother. He walked to me as my mother waved at us, what I was thinking was that this woman had no idea of what we did a week ago, and there she was, waving at me with a vibrant smile on her face, encouraging whatever was about to happen to happen.
‘Well, you look...’ He prompted.
‘Ready to eat?’ I mocked.
He grinned and started the car without making any remarks on my look.
I asked Joey where we were heading, who then just smiled and told me it was a secret as he continued to drive, till we were in the secluded part of the town, where his summer house located in.
‘A summer house? I thought you are just a college student.’ I asked.
‘Yep. Mine.’ He laughed, I could read it on his face that he wouldn’t appreciate any following-up questions on the matter, thus I just walked with him quietly.
‘Impressive.’ I commented as we walk right into the living room. ‘What about dinner?’<
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Joey smiled as he told me to go to the roof, and he’d come up with dinner.
I hissed in silence and did as he said.
It was almost eight o’clock, the place was pitch dark and I strolled my way to
what felt like a chair and sat down, followed by sitting quietly in the dark at
his roof as I enjoyed the warm summer breeze sprinted through my tangled hair,
never had I felt more tranquil in my life.
Before long, Joey came up carrying a tray of various food and a bottle of wine. He beamed at me in the candle light and put the tray on the floor.
‘The pasta’s really good, you made it?’ I tried to converse as I poured the wine down my throat, starting to feel a tad jumpy with the romantic gesture.
‘Yeah.’ He replied, inadvertently licked the sauce off of his index finger, then his thumb. Somehow pictures like this dried my mouth, and I had to drink more wine to get the dryness off.
‘Beth, I have a confession to make.’ He dipped the strawberry into a bowl of cream with a fork and licked it.
‘What is it.’ I put on my calm face to hide the tiny quiver aroused in my stomach, poorly equipped to his charm.
‘I’ve seen you before.’ He poured me more wine as he continued. ‘You were visiting MU three weeks ago. That’s when I first saw you.’
‘So how do you know Lisa?’ I asked casually.
‘She’s a friend of my friend.’
‘So you just came here to track me down.’ I gave him a cheeky smile.
‘You can say that.’ He shrugged.
I pouted as I picked up a strawberry with my fingers and dipped it into the cream,
then I licked it off the strawberry before I ate it, while watching him held a still gaze at me doing that, with his breathing suppressed.
‘What are we going to now. Joey.’ I whispered into his ear as I climbed upon his laps. ‘What do you say we pick up from where we left off last time.’
Joey started with his hands frolicking a little grip on my butt while sticking his tongue into my mouth, which I enjoyed quite a bit.
But my body was on fire at the moment and I wanted him to touch every bit of me with his cock. I took off my top and he unhooked my bra hastily as he laid me onto the floor, at the mean time, my elbow hit the cream bowl and the cream poured all over my neck to my breasts.
We both giggled as Joey leaned forward to my neck and started licking the cream off me. I could feel the wetness down in my groin by each little bite he applied.
I helped him took his shirt off when he was occupied with eating the cream off from
my bare front, and he helped me with my jeans.
I scraped a handful of cream from the crystal bowl and wiped it all over his chest, laughing about having my turn as I crawled on top of him.
Joey, who didn’t put on a fight, laid beneath me with an encouraging look on his face, laughed and told me to do my thing.
‘Aw!’ I burst into laughter when I realized how silly I was trying to lick the cream off his chest with all that chest hair he had, and a strand of them even cut my lips a bit.
‘Are you alright?’ He asked while nibbling my lips.
‘I’m fine.’ I whispered.
‘Good...’ He breathed the words out and began to reach his hand down to my groin, I
got more excited as his fingers reached further. He began with a little unorthodox massage on my clitoris, then he rubbed the sensitive spot of the lips with a scattered rhythm while caressing my breasts with another hand. I shivered as though a little lamp under his fingers.
Out of courtesy, I reached for his feverish cock and proceeded to stroke it with both my hands, I stroked faster as he breathed heavier and groaned louder. Then Joey stopped me and instructed me to position my head to his groin and his to mine.
‘This is called the 69.’ He mumbled as he licked my clitoris and stroked it with his fingers, his rusty voice instantly made me more...horny.
I had my elbows supporting my weight as I started to suck his cock. Then it sort of became a competition of licking each other’s genitals, he pushed his tongue into my vagina consecutively, so deep it made me gasp as though I just got out of water; So I tried to fit the most of his giant cock into my mouth till it reaches my gag reflex at the mean time I caressed his testicles, and that made him moan heavily as well, like a wild animal fighting for a piece of meat, which drove me wild as I’d never been.
After a while, he ejaculated in my mouth as he let out a turbulent moan, at the same time when I reached my second orgasm.
I didn’t know what to do with the mouthful of sperm in my mouth, so I swallowed it, yet turned to my back and found Joey smiling at me with a funny look.
‘You’re a natural.’ Joey winked at me.
‘What?’ I hissed in confusion.
‘I’m thinking we could use a bath.’ He giggled as he turned to me,
supporting his weight on one arm and ran his finger between my nipples with another. ‘A warm, bubbly one.’
Then without notice he carried me from the floor and continued to kiss me on the way down to the bathroom.
‘Run us a bath, will you? While I got us some champagne.’ He put me down on the bathtub and then left the bathroom.
I pulled myself up and ran the tap, sprinkled the bath salt and waited for it to become bubbly before I sat in it, and soon enough, Joey came in with a bottle of Cognac and two cigars.
‘We’re out of Champagne.’ He said and stepped into the tub with a burning cigar, passing me the burning one and ignited himself another one.
‘Cuban cigars, these belonged to my grandpa. Try one.’
My late grandpa taught me how to smoke cigar and taste good liquor when I was only a kid, I instinctively took the cigar and enjoyed them as my grandpa would while holding an intense gaze with Joey.
We reposed ourselves in the tub, spending the night on smoking cigars and consuming almost the whole bottle of cognac, while sharing our thoughts on irrelevant topics, it was then I found out that we were quite alike, and that was where my capability of being so relaxed in front of him came from, even if I was naked.
‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ Joey asked me, out of the blue. But I knew immediately what he was referring to, I looked at this guy with his soaked hair scattered on his scalp leisurely and his skin glistening with foam under the yellow light, handsome and fit. I instantly decided this was not what I would reject to taste under any circumstances.
I remained silent as I crawled on top of him, I then nibbled his ears and stroked his half awaken cock as he laid back with his arms holding high behind his tilted head.
‘Joey...’ I said in a whisper. ‘Fuck me.’
He acted as if he just woke up and kissed me back on my lips, grinding and nibbling, making me softer and softer.
‘Say my name again...’ Joey moaned.
‘Joey...’ Undoubtedly the name Joey brought me an exceptional sensation, regarding to the eavesdropping business, but the Joey I was adhering to was working so hard on me I reckoned I could almost let go of the Joey from thebathroom.
Joey’s ghostly cock had awaken, only harder and bigger, and it was now repeatedly poking my clitoris, before long, his held a strong grip on my waist and pressed me down unannounced, I irresistibly moaned to the loudest as he thrusts his cock into me.
He stopped moving as I moaned a bit in pain, in stead, he proceeded to kiss me from my shoulder, then to my neck and my face.
Something about his hands caressing my back and my breasts really soothed me at one point, thus I told him to move slowly.
He gently thrust his cock back and forth of my vagina for a bit. The pain had gone away and I started to feel his penetration inside me, I could almost feel the contour of his cock, sliding in and out inch by inch, along the warm water flooding in and out of my vagina, I uncontrollably moaned as loud as it compelled me to, with my head resting on his chest and the water splashing all over the floor.
‘Joey. Slower...’ I moaned while his cock is thrusting in and out of me.
He considerately ceased the thrusting and bent over to hug me from behind, pecking my bare back as he grabbed my breasts and played with them, then he bent forward to kiss my lips, starting with a tad of pecking, then rendering my tongue to linger with his, the idea of his tongue had been into my vagina not so long ago somehow excited me in many indescribable ways and so I told him to start thrusting again by massaging his cock and guiding it into my vagina.
Joey, on the other hand, was far less aggressive. He leaned onward the rim and supported both of us with one arm as he caressed my breasts with another. Then he proceeded to thrust slowly, yet shoved stronger each time I gasped.
‘Joey...’ I grabbed his hand and said. ‘I’m coming.’
‘Me too...’ He groaned and started to thrust rapidly.
I reached the climax before he did, I could only remember myself almost screaming my heart out for the exhilaration exploding in every pores of my body, which was refreshing and content, sensations I’ve never experienced before.
Joey pulled out his cock after we both came, he asked me if I could swallow his sperm again, and as in return of his favor I delightedly agreed on another blow job.
After a brief pause of back rubbing, Joey asked me if I wanted to have my pubes shaved. I laughed and found that I was ignited in sexual arousal again. I sat on the rim as he sat on the tub with the razor, staring at my genital meticulously before he started shaving it. I had to bite my bottom lip to prevent myself from groaning with each move he made, while he was spreading my vulva with fingers and doing the shaving gently.
Right after he finished shaving it, he immersed his face into my vaginal lips, I moaned hastily as he started to eat me out, with all the licking and frolicking with his slippery tongue, all I could do is moan, I grasped his head with both my hands, not sure I was trying to push him away or to pull him closer as I reached climax again.