M&M

The drive was brief and awkward. The entire way, as the heater blared and and the radio cooed to us, I felt myself drawn back into reality. This is still real life. I was somehow shocked by it. It had been easy to have the fantasy of what I wanted when we had been in the classroom together. When it had been only a fantasy. Now that we were most likely on our way to making it real, it lost all of the freedoms that a fantasy includes. And the restrictions of real life, and real consequences were pressing in all around me. Still, I did not ask her to stop the car, or to take me back. I didn’t say anything. And neither did she.
She pulled into a small residential block, and parallel parked in front of a small, two story mockery of a house. It was so narrow that it almost appeared to have been put there simply to fill in the gap between the houses on either side, they way glue fills in a crack in a vase.
As we made our way up the steps our breath steamed in front of our faces. When we climbed the steps, Megan selected a key, and approached the lock. An idea struck me, and my hand grabbed hers in panic.
“Parents?” I asked.
“No, I live with my friend Chad,” she responded. “But he’s in Washington, visiting some friends.”
Relief soothed me, I breathed slightly easier, but the panic had reminded me that what we were about to do was very wrong. She studied me and then asked, “Are you okay?” The key in her hand was poised in front of the lock. I knew this was the moment in which I could turn back. I could deny this opportunity and go home. But, I couldn’t bring myself to say yes. To say it outloud that I was okay with going on with the whole thing, was too hard.
So I nodded instead.
The key went in the lock, and we entered her house.
It was surprisingly cozy, and not as cramped as I would have expected. It was furnished in varying color schemes, making it more obvious that it was their first house outside of their family’s. A small stove, sink and fridge were in the back left corner, and the right held a small makeshift living room. There was a withered old blue loveseat sofa and a tv placed in there, over red shag carpet. To our immediate left was a narrow staircase.
Megan did not offer me coffee, or any of the falsities usually observed when you invite someone to your bed. Instead, she wasted no time removing her coat and placing it on the peg on the wall. I did the same, and when we were both done, she headed up the stairs. . I followed, my guilt screaming in my gut. I tried to will it away, to remember the tension I had felt earlier that night, which had compelled me to come here. And successfully, with each step up, I felt the warnings in my head silencing, one by one.
Megan’s room was to the left of the landing. When we went in, she shut the door behind us. Standing there, we looked at one another, waiting. Observing each other, as if we had met for the first time. I listened to the buzz of her computer. She went over to the desk and picked up a small glass pipe and a lighter. She lit it, took a hit, and held it out to me. I shook my head, appalled.
“What?” she said.
“I can’t do that,” I told her. How could she not understand that?
“Why not?”
I huffed. “Because of –“
“-your job?” she finished, raising an eyebrow at me. “So, you let that stop you from doing what you want?” She was still holding the pot out in front of her, but I knew she was offering more than drugs. Last chance to get out, I told myself. The last of many. I reached out and took the lighter and pipe.
Twenty minutes later, we were listening to some band called Budapest on her computer, and trying to cut away our nervousness.
“Can I ask you something?” My voice cut through the music.
“Yeah?”
“How…how old are you?” I turned my gaze to my shoes.
Her frame stood calmly steady, and she answered cooly, “I’m eighteen.”
I nodded. I could feel that need building up in me again, and I wanted to shut off my mind, shut out the world, and take her into my arms. But instead, I felt myself questioning again.
My mouth opened and my voice fell out.
“Are you sure..?”
A moment passed. “That I’m eighteen?” Megan’s voice was light and casual, like it is in the hallways when she passes me, chatting with her friends. It rippled with laughter. And suddenly I was laughing hysterically. We both were. I laughed until tears were running down my face and I collapsed onto her bed. When my giggles quelled, I looked up at her. Her laughter was still hanging onto her face, in the form of a soft grin. She knelt before me and whispered,
“I’m sure.”
Our faces were close now. Much closer than they had ever been. I studied the eyeliner around her eyes, the swell of her bottom lip, which now hung softly, relaxed, just slightly parted from the upper. There were no questions anymore. I only knew that she was there, in front of me, and wanted this just as much I did. My hands lifted from my sides, and slowly cupped her face. As my fingers dug their way through her soft strands of hair Megan sighed …so softly, that I nearly didn’t hear it underneath the music. I nearly jumped when I felt her hands slide up over my knees, lingering on my thighs. Every tiny movement of her fingertips sent rivulets of electricity coursing up my legs.
I felt my hesitation break and I rushed forward to her lips. The second before we connected, the softest of gasps escaped her, only to be hushed by my eager mouth. Her fingers dug into my legs and my body went rigid. I slid forward, onto my knees and on the floor with her. My hand snaked down her back, to press into the curve above her butt. Megan grabbed fistfuls of my shirt and pulled my body closer to hers. A second hand slid down to grab her slim waist, and my fingertips slid underneath the hem of her shirt, to slide along the heated skin beneath. As they traced over the skin of her belly, she shuddered and broke out in goose bumps.
We broke from the kiss, and she raised her arms above her head, so I could push her shirt up. Her stomach was the same olive tone as her face, but as I moved the shirt further up, I revealed that last part of her which was forbidden to me. Megan’s firm breasts were held in a simple, black bra. Seeing them, was when I stopped regretting.
Throwing her shirt to the floor, I pulled her into my arms again, filling her mouth with my tongue. I ran my hands over the area of her smooth back, skimming over the strap of cloth and those clasps which kept her breasts just one more step away from me. My hands ran up her back, and under her straps, testing the hold. It took all self restraint not to rip them off.
Breaking from the kiss, Megan first removed my shirt, then reached behind her back and undid her bra, freeing her breasts at last. Her pink nipples were soft and full and the reason for the immediate tightness in my jeans. As I stared, Megan laughed, and I flushed. She leaned forward, and pushed me backwards, so I leaned against her bed. Then she straddled over me, and pressed herself down onto my lap. I groaned and closed my eyes, relishing the feeling. She was burning through her pants, the heat was so intense.
Opening my eyes, I saw her perfects breasts hanging in front of me, and I immediately sat up, cupping the right and roughly massaging it while I bit and laved at her left nipple. A short cry came from her, and I jumped, feeling her writhe down on me. When I released her nipple from my tongue, it was hard and taught. I wasted no time in getting to the other. Megan’s hands were curled in my hair, and suddenly, she gripped it and pulled my head away from her. Grinding down on me harder than ever, she kissed me roughly, biting at my lip. I reached around and gripped her ass, and she moaned into my mouth.
Uncontrollably, I lifted her and turned, plopping her on the bed. Her hands wrapped around my neck, and as I kissed her again, I pressed hard dick against her, sighing from the pressure. My hand traced down her stomach, and turned, slipping down her jeans. My head nearly exploded when I found no panties barring the way to her smooth lips. My fingers rubbed over her clit, and I leaned forward to bite her neck savagely. Megan cried out and arched against my hand. I wanted to get down to her wet pussy, but her pants were too tight.
“Unbutton your pants,” I told her. Her hands were undoing them almost before I finished speaking.
I removed my hand, so I could grab her jeans and pull them down. She lifted her hips to help, and when the pants came down, her wet, shaven pussy was practically in my face. Tossing the jeans behind me, I lifted her legs over my shoulders and slid my tongue up the length of her wet slit. The taste and smell of her filled my senses, and I could feel my penis straining with need. Grabbing her hips, I brought her closer to me as my tongue slid deep into her, forcing a high, long moan from her lips. Megan’s hands gripped the blankets hard and she jerked as my tongue circled around her hard bud. I lapped slowly but steadily at it until I could feel her quivering nearly as hard as I was. Then I stood to strip my pants and briefs off. Lowering myself over her, I held the head of my cock at her entrance, feeling her heat and her wetness.
“Oh…just get inside of me…” she breathed heavily. I obliged and slid the head inside, slowly. When I was in past the crown, I paused. Withdrawing slightly, I thrusted slowly, just inserting the head again. I continued fucking her like this, and she moaned on and on, wiggling her hips up for more.
“Aaaah…Andy…” she groaned. Her hands clutched my butt, and she pulled me closer. I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I pressed my whole length inside. I felt her clench around me and nearly came right then. Breathing, and calming myself, I pulled back again, and thrust in her more insistently this time. A brief, loud cry burst from her thin lips. I leaned forward and licked her neck as I thrust again. Gradually, I could no longer control myself, and I thrust in her again and again, faster and faster each time, driving as deeply as I could. Her breasts bounced as I fucked her, and she was moaning freely now. Soon, I felt Megan swing her legs up and around my back, bringing me even deeper inside her, and after a few thrusts she humped wildly against me, moaning and calling out my name as her walls clamped around me. I pressed into her, and sucked her nipples as I waited out her orgasm.
I pulled out briefly as we rolled over, and she straddled me. But rather than place me back inside of her, she rocked back and forth, sliding her slick pussy lips over my bulging dick. I jerked and groaned, biting my lips. She continued this until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I lifted her onto me. She cried out as I filled her again, and I craddled her cheeks in my hands. Guiding her, she began bouncing on top of me, shouting with each movement. I felt my balls tightening and I moaned through gritted teeth,
“I’m going to come.”
“Wait,” she huffed. Megan climbed off of me, and lay on her stomach on the bed. “Fuck me from behind.”
I climbed up behind her, and she lifted her hips so her beautiful cheeks were spread before me. Reaching below herself, she grasped my cock and led it back into her cunt. The position changed everything. She was much tighter, and I let loose and wildly pumped into her as she clutched at the pillow and shouted. When I felt her tense a second time, there was no holding back, and I slammed deep into her, spurting inside.
It was only when I was redressing that I began to regret everything.