Shopgirl

Kay positively glowed, remembering how wonderful the day had been. Waking up in the morning to banana pancakes and Fred's happy parents was extremely pleasant. She knew she had their approval. A wonderful (although rather tame) day had been spent with Fred, Fred's two brothers, and his parents. Now the time had come and Kay was sprawled on Fred's deliciously comfy bed, on the ostentatiously white comforter.

Kay loved thinking about the time they had together when they dry-humped through clothes. It was hot and made her wet, but she longed for so much more. Kay was impressed by Fred’s fingering prowess. He was a notable geek, enjoying super smash brothers and Rubik’s cubes alike, but when it came to touching Kay he was amazingly sexual and confident. She loved that about him, and loved how he could make her squirm with just a light caress.

Fred was wearing grey sweatpants and a t-shirt, and Kay was wearing a tee and pajama pants. Grinning, Fred began to lightly caress Kay’s breasts, admiring her curves. She moaned and started to feel herself getting wet. At times like this, Kay was just Kay… except for one thing. Sometimes Kay moaned just for the power surge it gave her, because she could see Fred’s growing erection through his pants. Kay loved knowing that she could arouse her boyfriend just by pretending to become more aroused herself.

They rolled and Kay was straddling Fred’s hips, on top of him. She leaned down to kiss him, but was very careful not to let her wet core touch him just yet.

Fred asked slyly, “Is there something you want?” He smirked at Kay’s position, although she wasn’t being dominant. Kay actually disliked this question. Although being submissive did give her a rush, she wasn’t asking for his attention in either speech or her body language, and wished that Fred knew to shut up. Not talking while they were “fooling around” gave Kay a thrill and made her feel deliciously naughty. Fred’s question, especially with the slight hint of superiority to his tone, annoyed her to no end. It was almost as bad as when he asked her how she was doing when she was obviously writhing with pleasure.

Annoyed but desperate not to show it for the sake of keeping the mood, Kay replied “No, not really.” Even though she wanted to be pleasured by him, she wasn’t asking for anything at the moment. However, Kay easily forgot the offense and pushed her hips down into the bed, sliding her still-clothed center down the hard, straight rod of his erection. She flushed and then grinned seductively down at Fred. They kissed passionately, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. He sucked on her lower lip and gently bit her. Then, he rolled her off him.

Fred pulled his erect, 8 inch long cock out of the top of his sweatpants. Kay’s eyes widened; she had never seen one. Her emotions soared as she felt lucky that he was ready to share himself with her. She also inwardly smirked that he was hard for *her.* Her hands went to his cock. Even though she didn’t know anything about pleasing him, she would sure as hell try.

Inexpertly gripping it with one hand and pumping up and down didn’t seem to be wrong. He continued fondling her and soon her shirt and bra were totally off. Kay didn’t know much, and her wrist started to hurt, but she continued trying to please Fred. She looked at him and smiled, because although she was inexperienced, she was still happy to be touching him.

Naughty Kay had a sudden impulse. She wanted to thrill him completely, to take him to the edge of reason and to surprise him. She suddenly dipped her head down and licked the head, then smirked triumphantly. Fred, with an urgent look, forced her head back down.

“Suck it.”

Kay licked his hard, long cock, taking it sideways into her mouth and licking up and down the side of the shaft. Not all of the cock was exposed, but that soon was rectified by Fred, who pulled down his pants desperately. Kay took him into her mouth and sucked, trying to take more and more of him. When she almost gagged on his length, she was disappointed with herself, and licked down the shaft. She grabbed his cock with one hand and sucked his balls. She smelled his musk, and wasn’t repelled, just intrigued. Kay licked back up to the head of his cock and took him in her mouth again, carefully holding his balls in one hand and the base of his cock in the other. Trying to get her mouth and hand in sync, she sucked and pumped his hard, huge cock.

Fred’s breathing sped up, and he gasped sexily, “I’m not going to last that much longer for you.”

Kay grinned and resolved to swallow every last bit of his cum, no matter how it tasted. She continued the rhythm, speeding up a bit, and she felt his cock pulse. Suddenly she realized that she had a warm liquid in her mouth. She swallowed and smiled, milking his cock and licking it happily like the cum was candy.

Kay smiled at Fred and collapsed, exhausted, next to him on the bed, looking extremely pleased with herself.

“You were good.” Fred reassured her. Kay couldn’t believe him because she knew she was a novice, but she also was reeling with the realization that she had just made someone else cum for the first time. She could be the main character of erotic fantasies, she could be someone’s muse.