Young Blood

Alright,

Let me introduce this with the fact that it began very differently. The original document was about two pages of me generally fuming over a recent breakup. Then it became an analysis of my own sexual growth, reason being I can never stay on topic for long.

Upon discussing this project with friends, however, we all began to share stories and it became apparant that every teenage girl... every girl that has ever lived, has similar problems, similar fears.

It may get you a little hot and bothered to begin with... but towards the end mental reality comes kicking in... or lack thereof.


So, all you awkward sexy mommas out there-- you're not alone.


This is extreemly close to being entirely (sometimes embarrassingly) factual.

Let's begin.

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We had met on the dance floor.

Somewhere amongst the sweaty bodies, wandering hands and pulsing beat we had clicked. NO idea how, maybe it was because he was one of the best guys I had ever danced with, and he told me I shook my ass better than any white girl he’d ever seen. But I took that as it came. It wasn’t long before we struck up a bond of some sort, with him taking me out to dinners and lunches and looping his arms around me. He had broken up with his girlfriend of 9 months two days before he met me, and I shrugged off any thought of him rebounding by keeping him at bay for a good three weeks.

This method, however, was driving us both insane.

A week and a half ago, however, we broke that boundary while sitting on my couch discussing ‘us’. His arms were around me and our fingers were interlaced.

“I just want you to know that there’s a lot of stuff going on with my ex-girlfriend… but I want you to know that I really, really, really, really, really like you.”

I couldn’t help smiling. “I know,”

The phone rang, it was my mother.

My parents were out of town for the grand opening of my cousin’s new jewelry shop, and they had called to check up on me.

Halfway through the conversation, his mouth found my neck and I smiled. By the time he reached my ear I was giggling and shivering inside until I finally hung up and faced him.

“Our timing is really bad, isn’t it?” I asked quietly.

“We’ll find a way,” He reached out and touched my face and suddenly I swear the couch tilted somehow so I met his mouth.

Thus began the most nomadic make out session of my life. It was wonderful and I realized how much I liked the kid.

There was no denying he had talent.

He had called me on the Friday morning in question with the news that his father was safely out of town and the apartment was his alone for the weekend. He asked if I’d care to pay a visit and have dinner, maybe go swimming in the pool.

Of course I consented, and of course I told my parents his father was home.
He picked me up at my house in his truck and the second I opened the door I felt the hunger sparking. He opened his arms and I walked into them happily.

“Mmm you smell yummy,”

“J’adore, by Dior,” I said casually, tilting my face up so he could kiss me sneakily before my mother came out the door behind me.

My mother and my boy exchanged pleasantries before she bid us farewell and told me to be safe. He had taken my hand behind my back and held it as we walked to the truck. AS soon as I was about to make the split for the passenger’s side he pulled me toward him and pushed me against the hood so we were pushed together. He pushed his forehead into mine.

“Hello,”

I kissed him and smiled. “Hello,”

This boy had been waiting too long to have me to himself. Hadn’t he held my hips just the other day, looked me into the eyes and said “You’re coming home with me,”

I truly wished I could have, and told him so while I wound my arms around his neck.

“I wish I could just take you right now…” he muttered, and pulled me closer to him.

I could almost hear the pulse of his hormones as we got into the car.

IT was a relatively smooth drive down the interstate. We listened to music and talked about movies and books. We pulled into the complex and he opened the door of the car.

“Madam,” He said, bowing.

I slapped him gently upside the head and laughed. He led the way to the door and as I walked in I couldn’t help but smile. What a guy house, sparsely furnished with a strange sense of warmth and careless companionship.

Whatever happened in between times was filler, as far as I was concerned. I held off from kissing him any more until we were going through pictures on his computer, and he showed me pictures of his family and his brothers, and things he loved and by that time I was so entranced by the tone of his voice that I laid my head against his shoulder and watched with charmed eyes.

He tilted my chin up with his finger. “Hey, you awake?”

“Of course!” I smiled. He smiled too and his brown eyes heated up. Instantly I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard. OH man this kid… I couldn’t keep my hands off him. There was this hunger…

We broke off very slowly.

“What do you do to me!?” he asked, smiling and leaning in for more. “I’ve got shivers!”

I raised my eyebrows coyly and held up my hands, avoiding his mouth.

“Fine I won’t touch you anymore!”

I folded my arms across his chest and he stood up indignantly. “Fine!”

He trotted off in the direction of his room, glancing behind him to make sure I was following.
I didn’t right away. I looked out the window to see the entire sky was gray with the heavy rainfall of the day, and blackening with the approaching night.

He was a good looking boy, dark brown hair that used to be longer spiked to the center, an open face and ready smile, broad shoulders and firm hips. His body was strong, though not perfectly toned. He lifted weights a few times a week and played sports, but nothing to give him the perfect body. Despite his dark hair he was not what you would call a wolf man. Sparse hair on his chest and in the small of his back were as much as I could deal with anyway—body hair is a big turnoff, what can I say, it worked. He wore frameless glasses, and they suited him.
He was fixing something on his table when I walked in. I noticed a framed picture of him and his ex girlfriend.

She was a very pretty girl, and I had met her once or twice, before all of this had happened, naturally. Her eyes were green and slanted slightly and she had alabaster skin with a little too much black eyeliner. She was in his arms in the photograph, looking off to one side with a slight smile while he seemed to be laughing at someone off camera.

I was a little taken aback that he hadn’t even made an attempt to hide it. Maybe he had just forgotten.

The jealous girl in me picked up on the fact that it was facing in such a way that it would be the first thing he saw in the mornings, probably. But then, he didn’t have any pictures of me. I looked out the window again, one above his bed. It was narrow and horizontal and I could see the treetops against the gray sky.

He glanced up and smiled. “You ok?”

I shook myself up a little and grinned at him. “I’m fine, just sleeeeeeepy.”

I crawled on all fours on the mattress to lie in the middle of the bed. It was a king, very comfortable and I curled up in on myself and shut my eyes. This served two purposes; it made me look cute, and it gave me a second to think while he debated whether to jump on me or crawl up to me.

I had no doubt in my mind what was about to happen, and my mind was clear. I heard the thunk of his cell phone on his desk and the slight clatter of his glasses being put aside. I smiled slightly to myself. He always made sure there was nothing to get in the way.

I felt the mattress tilt the next thing I knew he pressed his face into the crook of my neck and breathed in.

Goosebumps.

“You’re beautiful,” He said quietly, wrapping his arms around my waist and biting my earlobe gently. “and I’m a really lucky guy, you know that?”

I turned to kiss him over my shoulder and before I knew it he was on top of me. He spread my legs and settled himself between them as he kissed my mouth hotly, as we bit each others lips and our tongues traced our outlines. This was what set him apart from other guys I had been with—when we made out somewhere he did everything he could to stimulate me. Maybe there’s something about being a good dancer that means good sexual drive, I don’t know but he moved his hips slowly into me and we moved together slowly. I couldn’t help but smile and sigh with relief and felt my ardor rising.

He pushed his hand beneath my shirt and traced his fingers lightly over my skin. I am very ticklish, and I jolted in surprise response, pushing my torso further into his. Why he loved the way I was ticklish I’ll never know, but he liked to use it against me.

“I love your skin,” He said quietly. He liked to tell me how soft it was. But isn’t all skin soft?
And then suddenly he pulled off me. I was about to sit up and retaliate in indignation when all of a sudden the lights went off and he jumped at me again, instantly resuming his position and pushing hard against me.

Man, this kid. We were both very young, but he had sex appeal coming out of his ears and I found it incredibly arousing. He moved down to my neck to suck the skin there, and kissed my chest and the top of my breasts where they curved out slightly from my shirt. He brought his hand under the seat of my jeans to cup my ass in his hand.

What can I say, he loved a little junk in the trunk . And it was good for me. Every part of my skin is ticklish, I have very alert nerves and I felt even this explode through me as grinded myself into the steadily-growing bulge in his jeans.

HE grabbed my arms and thrust them over my head so I was out of control. I loved it and he knew it, I loved being pinned. He was a very observant boy, and I grinned like an animal while I pulled with my teeth across his bottom lip.

I managed to free myself to wrap my arms around him and hold the back of his head in my hands. He broke our kiss slowly, and he sat up on my hips and pulled his shirt over his head. In the dark his body was silver and a part of me said ‘Oh my god I’ve never wanted anything this badly.’

“About bloody time!” I cried, and he smiled viciously, attacking my neck as he fell back upon me only to pull me up to lay on him. I grinded my pelvis slowly into his and kissed him from his mouth to the base of his throat, nipping as I went, just as he liked. And I felt his hands go up my shirt to my back. Then both hands.

The shirt had to come off.

I lifted it over my head and threw it across the room. I had only done this with one other person before, so I could feel my heartbeat quicken a little with nerves.

“About bloody time!” He said to me, and I laughed and attacked him while he smiled gratefully against me, and I felt his hands go up my biceps to my bra straps. His fingers slipped underneath and I knew that had to come off too. I kiss with my eyes open, and I could have sworn I saw him smile.

Slowly, I unclipped the back and tossed that away too. Then we stopped our kissing and he looked at me. I sat up on him and looked down while he ran a light finger up my waist to my right breast. It tingled and I smiled and jumped slightly. Then next thing I knew he was sitting up and was sucking with further fury at my mouth. He pushed himself over and on top of me and bit my neck just under my chin very hard. I gasped.

He then kissed lower and I felt the spikes of his five o’clock shadow on me before his mouth. This was an exciting, shocking feeling and suddenly I felt him take my nipple in my mouth and I arched my back. He ran his tongue over it and bit it again and again and I knew I was a goner, the other hand reached up to examine the weight and feel of it in his hand before thumbing the tip. He lavished this attention several times over. I knew he looked up to watch me but I shut my eyes and a strange ‘ah’ sound came from me. He smiled and slipped a finger into the waistband of my courderoys. He traced it all the way around so I would feel his hand and then he slipped his hands down my pants to cup my ass. I was wearing a thong, as usual.

“I like it,” He assured me, and I nodded as his hand found the way out and in between my legs to stroke so he knew I would feel it.

I wished he would just take off the damn pants already, but he suddenly pinned my arms behind me to get more access at my breasts and neck.

“I like to play games,” he whispered.

Had it been any other situation, I probably would have laughed at the ridiculousness of it. But in that hot little room in the dark with a guy driving my crazy with lust was another thing entirely.

“I can tell,”

I wrenched myself free and reached down to undo my own pants, but he stopped me and did it quickly. Before I knew it his hand was past the underwear and down to my lower lips. This brought a groan of relief from me while he pushed against my clit hard, and made circles with his fingers. He pushed so hard I wasn’t sure if he was going to bruise me, but I didn’t care. I had never felt this shocking need before and I knew I was probably very swollen and very wet. He pushed his face into my neck and bit my earlobe before easing a finger into me. I raked my fingers across his temples to pull his face up and kiss him while he pushed further, testing how far he could go.

“Do you want these off?” He meant my pants.

I thought he’d never ask.

He took everything else with them, so I lay completely naked and he still had his jeans on. This wasn’t fair.

Before He could advance on me again I flipped him on his back and proceeded to unbutton and drag off his jeans. I glanced with satisfaction at his erection and stifled a giggle.

How terribly ridiculous!

I kissed him very slowly then, dragging a hand down his chest and down his boxers. I felt the length of him and my eyebrows lifted in slight surprise. He had said to me before, ‘I’m Puerto-rican from the waist down’.

Why yes, yes he was!

I reached down further to cup his balls and his breathing staggered slightly as I returned full attention to his length, and felt it from base to tip. Otherwise, I was an utter novice and really had no idea what to do. I encircled him with my palm and could swear I felt him swell.

“You want those off?”

“Mmhm!”

He pulled them off but I didn’t look. Couldn’t bring myself to look. To describe my state of mind at the thought of getting an eyeful of this kids package… ‘sdkfhlskjdfsl’ comes to mind.
Does that make any sense? I’d touch it and make it come but I couldn’t look at it. Why was that?!

He rolled on top of me again, on his side while he introduced his finger into me again. I couldn’t help shuddering at the intrusion. It wasn’t a bad feeling, really, but he was ignoring another vital part of me that his thumb was just near, but not hitting…

So I reached own and taught him the ‘lone gunner’.

I remember looking at him, his face in the shadows, heavy-lidded eyes looking down on me and his mouth swollen by kisses. His shoulders were like a great, warm wall and his skin smelled like…cologne, life and healthy living.

I reached down past his belly again, and began matching the movement of his fingers to the movement of my hand. This seemed to work because suddenly he thrust roughly up into me, making a swirling movement with his finger. I found his mouth and kissed him again, hard.
I realized in a detatched manner that I although the sensations were nice, I was nowhere close to coming. So, I decided to stop thinking about myself and focus on him.

Thinking back on it now, if someone were to have walked in, my boy and I were most awkwardly positioned. Not that it mattered.

Suddenly, we heard the jingle of keys and the turning of a doorknob. We froze.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath.
“Shit,” I echoed.

I rolled out from under him and grabbed my pants. He held his finger to his lips and I choked back laughter. I located my pants, but not my underwear, so I just slipped on my bra, shirt and courderoys without a second thought, until I found my thong somewhere off to the side. I stuffed this in my pocket.

As far as I know, the poor boy had had to perform a ‘tuck and go’ (stuffing ones erection into ones waistband) in order to go out to greet his father’s girlfriend. I walked out bashfully after him, combing the tangles out of my hair to greet this stranger

I was suddenly acutely aware of what had just occurred. I stuffed my palms into my back pockets so I wouldn’t have to shake the poor, unsuspecting woman’s hand. I suddenly felt the burning need to wash my hands free of whatever had just been on them… which would be…

I couldn’t make my brain admit to it. I just excused myself to the bathroom.

Locating the antibacterial soap, I rubbed my palms together furiously and felt myself redden in the mirror. The door opened.

He slipped his arms around me and looked at us in the reflection. I felt instantly calmed with him so close by, rinsing my hands off in the faucet. I turned to kiss him over my shoulder. The taste of him was so familiar now. Satisfying and comforting in its way, and the scent of him pulsed in my veins.

He tickled me unexpectedly and I jumped. He grinned and kissed the tip of my nose.

“Wanna go swimming? There’s a pool and hot tub!”

Did he really have to ask?

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There is another part to this, to be sure, but I’m not sure whether to post it or not. Not out of naughtyness, but to me, it just gets funnier as the story goes on.

Let me know if it's worth it; drop a review or a comment if you have a second.


Ahh… YOUTH!