Why’d it take me so long to get loose with Lauren, when I’ve known her since Jesus was a baby?
Well, put it this way.
When I was fifteen, she was only eleven, and by the time she was fifteen, I was nineteen and onto bigger game.
Not to say I never thought of it.
I was at their house almost daily. I mean, I’m her brother’s best friend. Besides, she wasn’t the type to blab, and even if her folks did find out, there was zero chance of me going to jail over it.
See, Vic’s not the kind of man to call the law on you.
He gets mad at you, he’ll just give you a beat-down, fair and square. But you take it like a man and don’t run off crying, the next thing he’ll give you is an ice-cold beer and a job working construction. And if he doesn’t have any work available, he’ll try to hook you up with someone who does.
Because instead of bitching about young people these days, he does something about it.
And don’t think I was afraid of him because I wasn’t. To me he was just my buddy’s harmless old man. The thought of getting my ass kicked didn’t even register with me, and I knew I had nothing to fear from her brother, either.
The real reason I never touched Lauren is, I don’t like to hurt my friends.
Now that we were both grown, though, her family talked me into taking her out to get an ex-boyfriend off her mind. Well, that was such a rousing success they asked me to do it again, so here we are on our second official date.
This time I took her to one of those hip Mexican places over on Ventura with all the atmosphere. They cost a lot more, sure, but there are certain things you don’t cheap out on. Especially when your date’s dad slips you a fifty and tells you to show his little girl a good time.
When we came out of the restaurant, it was pouring rain. We watched it from the protection of the awning, then Lauren turned to me and smiled.
“I guess we’re not going back to the duck pond.”
“Want to make a run for it?”
I grabbed her hand like we were going to take off running, but instead I spun around and pressed her up against the building so I could kiss her.
She smiled, passion flaring in her eyes. The wind blew the drizzle in on us and we were getting wetter and wetter, but she never uttered a word of complaint. Instead she grabbed the back of my head and drew me in closer for another kiss.
The rain wasn’t that cold anyway and I was the one taking the brunt of it, so I kept her there, pinned against the brick wall until it started running down the crack of my ass.
“Okay, I’m wet enough,” I told her.
I grabbed her hand and this time we really did run together, laughing and splashing every puddle we could find on our way to the car.
By the time we got to my place the rain had stopped, but we were wet through and through. I led her inside and then right on through to the bathroom so we didn’t drip all over the place. Once we were crowded up in my tiny bathroom, I yanked off my shirt and threw it in the tub.
To my surprise, Lauren did the same.
I looked at her in amazement, and I could feel her just itching to cover herself, but she fought back that instinct and kept her hands to her sides, her shoulders squared.
We stared at each other for a minute, and then I pulled a couple of towels off the rack and handed one to her.
“Want a robe? Just let me dry off a little and I’ll go put your clothes in the dryer. But first…I have to kiss you again.”
I lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the sink so we were eye-to-eye. My dad would shit if he saw this, but she weighed nothing anyway. She glanced away looking adorably confused and I tilted her face up and made her kiss me. I leaned in until her head bumped up against the medicine cabinet and she was imprisoned between my arms.
“See there,” I told her. “I’ve got you now.”
“Ooh, Mark, you’re so alpha dog right now.”
“Yeah? You like that?”
She nodded and she didn’t say anything else. Instead, she reached up to press her demanding lips to mine. Her breath was sweet and tasted of alcohol from the drink she had at dinner, and her breasts were warm against my chest.
I brushed a stray hair back from her face and smiled at her.
“I have to tell you, I’m loving this new look of yours,” I said. “You’re like one of those pictures you see of Cleopatra.”
“Cleopatra?” she asked, pretending to frown. “Damn. I was going more for the Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction look. Before the heroin overdose, of course.”
She had a crooked, teasing smile on her face when she said that, but the mischief in her eyes melted into something else, some hungry, needy look that made me want to crush her up against my chest again. I made her lay her head on my shoulder, but she couldn’t stop teasing, that one. She started tickling my neck with the tip of her tongue.
“I have a better use for that thing,” I told her.
Lauren lifted her head and looked me in the eye.
“Okay,” she said in a breathless voice. “But what if it sucks?”
I laughed at her.
“How the hell can a blow-job suck?”
“I don’t know. Maybe if the girl’s never done it before?”
At first I thought she was kidding, but then I stood there looking stupid for a while.
“Are you serious?”
A funny look crossed her face and she tried to slink away, but I wouldn’t let her. I lifted her chin again and smiled.
“I know, I know,” she told me. “I’m a total freak of nature. But I hung out with the stoners and sex was optional.”
I hung out with the stoners, too, so I knew what she meant.
“Give me your clothes and I’ll go dry them real quick.”
I took the armload of damp clothes and ran them across the wet lawn to my parents’ house. I threw them in the dryer before dashing away, and Lauren was sitting on the edge of my bed trying to hide herself behind a pillow when I got back.
I stepped forward and flung it away.
“Don’t worry. It’s just me. Big Bad Mark.”
She giggled like I wanted her to and fell back on the bed, bouncing a little when she hit the mattress. I crawled in over top of her and went to kiss her, but she braced a hand against my chest and held me off.
“To hell with that,” I told her. “I’m going to eat me some pussy.”
Plain-speak in the heat of the moment turned her on, like it did most every woman. Her voice went all soft, a little hint of expectation in it.
“I’ve never had that before, either, Mark.”
“Well, young lady, looks like this is going be your lucky day.”
She lay beneath me, her Cleopatra hair all spread out, her entire body spread out. I flicked my tongue over her clit and she grabbed a handful of my hair, the strained, intent expression on her face telling me I had her right where I wanted her. I flicked her again and she tightened the grip on my hair, almost to where it hurt.
“This is mine now, you got that?”
Her grip slackened.
You have to love a girl who answers like that.
I circled her clit a couple more times and she rolled her head to one side, mashing my face up against her sweet little lunchbox. And they say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but the way to a woman’s is definitely through orgasm. I stuffed two fingers up inside her and then I really got started, tonguing that secret little bud of hers and going to town on her pussy ‘til she seized.
She lay there quivering and trying to catch her breath. Once she did, she tried to roll away but I caught her.
“Uh-uh. Let’s go.”
I flipped her over onto her hands and knees, then I moved in behind her. She was soft and pliable now so I had her kneel up. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and she threw her head back on my shoulder.
“Oh, my pretty little Lauren, with your pretty little pussy.”
I sank a finger into her and let my thumb brush over her clit. She voiced her approval with a delightful little coo, soft as a dove. I stroked that sweet little patch of hair between her legs and made her taste herself. She sucked my fingers eagerly and sighed.
You’ve got to give this to Lauren.
She certainly is responsive.
I eased up closer and pressed my cock into her and she reached her hands back and grabbed my ass, pulling me into her with every slow grind. I felt her working for that next orgasm, but I didn’t want her to have to work too hard so I put her back on her hands and knees and grabbed her hips.
She said, “I know that. I’m not completely hopeless,” so I smacked her ass.
“Quiet,” I told her. “Dogs don’t talk.”
She chuckled and I went back to it, nice and easy strokes at first, fingering her with one hand while I held her in place with the other. She shoved back against me hard and soon I couldn’t control myself anymore. I got wild on her, gripping her with both hands and slamming my cock into her as hard as I could.
She fell to her elbows and I slapped her ass again. She let out a low moan and I felt her pussy snug up around me. She braced herself and I smacked her one more time, sending her into an immediate orgasm. I fucked her hard and shot a heavy stream of cum into her before collapsing on the bed beside her.
We lay there together catching our breath. After a little while, she turned her head and looked at me.
“Oh, my God,” she said. “That was awesome.”
“I’m surprised you and Jeremy never got around to it.”
She gave a comprehensive shudder and I wondered what the deal was, wondered if she’d tell me.
“What is he, gay or something?”
“No. He’s just an asshole. Why are we talking about him, anyway? I thought you were going to teach me how to do a BJ?”
Even that she made sound scandalous, and I realized she was fast becoming the kind of woman who really loves sex.
Her dad’s not going to thank me for that.
Angela has penned two romances and is the author of the zombie blog After Old Joe. Her stories and reviews have appeared on numerous websites and she sometimes writes erotica under her pen name, AR Shannon. You may contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org or at www.afteroldjoe.wordpress.com.