My First BJ - Part 1
I had a huge crush on Tom since I was about 10. I think it was Tom who I started masturbating to when I figured that all out. Kris and I would pretend to be cheerleaders when Tom and his friends would play basketball. I loved it when Tom would take off his shirt when they played. That's what started me masturbating.
Anyhow, Kris decided she was taking tennis lessons that summer. I knew Tom would be alone for at least an hour each day while Kris and her mother were gone. I was a hot but innocent 14yo girl and decided to make my move. I thought maybe if we were alone and he got to know me, he'd like me or at least not treat me like a k** anymore. I was hoping to maybe hold his hand and if everything went awesome … he'd kiss me.
The first day I watched as Kris and her mother drove away. I put on my little short shorts and a little white cotton tank top. As I looked at myself in the mirror I could see my nipples press into the material of the top. I didn't have much in the way of boobs back then, so I figured this was cool. I looked HOT!
I walked over, rang the bell, and asked for Kris. He looked annoyed and said she was gone and wouldn't be home for about an hour or so. I noticed he was watching some horror movie on TV. I just invited myself in and sat on the couch. "I love this movie", I said. That first time we basically sat on opposite sides of the couch the whole time. Kris and her mom came home and Kris and I went upstairs. Nothing more was said about me being there.
The next day I had on different shorts and top, but very similar style. I went over, rang the bell, and asked "What movie are we watching today?". Without waiting for an answer I walked in and sat on the couch, more in the middle this time so he had to sit somewhat close to me. He went to the kitchen and got each of us a soda. Then the movie came on, another monster movie. However, I hadn't seen this one. At one point in the movie, during the scary part, I jumped and hid my face in his shoulder. He had on a tank top and my lips were actually touching the skin on his big arms. He didn't realize it, but I gave him a kiss. He just kinda pushed me away, but not that far. I actually held onto his arm throughout the rest of the movie until Kris came home. We quickly separated to opposite sides of the couch when we heard them drive up. When I went home that day I was walking on a cloud. Later that night I masturbated - a lot!
The next afternoon, a Wednesday afternoon, I decided to pull out all the stops. I wore a little mini skirt and a white blouse like Britney Spears in her video One More Time. I didn't really realize back then that the whole schoolgirl look was so sexy, it's just what I wore for school. However, this time I didn't wear a camisole under the blouse, but I did leave a few buttons unbuttoned. When I rang the bell he just opened the door and stood to the side allowing me in as if I lived there (Kris and I always just sorta walked into each other's house). He started the movie and sat down. This time I sat right next to him. I knew he was getting a nice view of my legs as I didn't do the normal tug on the skirt bit. I was only 14 but my ass and legs were developing nicely, much faster than my boobs.
As he sat next to me he didn't exactly know what to do with his arm. I didn't leave much room between us. I took his arm and put it around my shoulders. I held my breath. What was he going to do? Would he kick me to the other side of the couch? Make fun of me like I was a k**? He didn't do anything. He kept his arm around my shoulder and let me hold his hand just an inch or so from my nipple, which was covered by only a thin piece of material. But that's what girls did while their boyfriends had their arm around them. "OMG, I have a BF!" I thought to myself.
I held his hand as we watched the movie. Actually, our eyes were just looking in the direction of the TV. As I held his hand that was dangling over my shoulder his thumb was brushing gently over my nipple. Yes, there was a piece of fabric between his thumb and my nipple, but it felt like he was having his way with it. I could feel myself getting more turned on. I didn't want it to go further, but I for sure didn't want him to stop. He got more bold about touching me. He was actually flicking my now rock hard nipple. I looked up at him. He looked at me and kissed my forehead. With that I nuzzled closer to him which basically told him it was OK to do what he was doing. He removed his hand from my hand and slipped it into my blouse. His whole hand was now covering my young boob and playing with my nipple between his fingers. It felt so good. I was finally being felt up. I looked up at him again and he kissed me on my lips. We continued to make out for the remaining time and he had managed to completely open my blouse. At one point he had both hands on my little boobs, but for sure at least one boob was always being felt up. I also knew that this was a magic moment we shared with each other. I will never be just the k** next door again.
I went over again the next day. This time when he answered the door and let me in he kissed me deeply. His tongue entered my mouth - my first deep tongue kiss. We seemed to start out where we left off the day before. He took me by the hand and led me to the couch. No movie this time. We were making out! He took off the top I wore that day - a cute pink spaghetti strap top. He had on a wife beater which looked awesome on him. He had a rock hard body. And when he took off his shirt all I could do was look at his amazing body. I wanted to do something with it, but I didn't know what to do. I remember when he started kissing me again he pulled me close to him. My skin, my nipples, touching his amazing body. We made out the whole time we had. His hands were all over my boobs. And then he started kissing my neck and finally my boobs. "OMG, he was kissing and sucking on my nipples". I wondered if Kris had gone this far. Too bad I can't tell her what I've been doing. It was getting close to the time when Kris would get home. I didn't want to see her that day. All I wanted to do was make out with her brother. I left just a few minutes before she arrived. I ran upstairs and masturbated the rest of the day. Later that night I masturbated again. I was insatiable. I couldn't wait till tomorrow. It would be our last time together for the week. I would have to wait till Monday to be with him again.
I went over as soon as Kris left. Tom was there with just shorts on. It wasn't long till I had just my shorts on too. However, this time, while we were making out and he was having his way with my little boobs, I could see and feel his hard-on. I thought to myself, "OMG, he's getting a hard-on over me". "I finally have a hot BF". We were making out for awhile when he took my hand and put it on his hard-on. I had seen guys hard-ons before, but the guys were just lame and it wasn't sexual at all. I took hold of it thru his shorts. He took my hand and told me to slide it into his shorts. I did. What I felt was amazing. His cock was hard, very hard and it was smooth yet it had swollen veins. I didn't ever want to let go. Instinctively I started to stroke it. Our kissing had become more intense. I had already cum, my panties were totally wet, but I wanted to cum again and again. His tongue dove deep down my throat when he let out a deep moan. I could feel his cock flinching and I felt a warm substance cover my hand. "OMG, I made him cum", I thought. I wanted to see his cock as I had not yet seen it, I just felt it. However, the time had gotten away from us. We heard the car doors close in the driveway. He ran off to his bathroom and I picked up my clothes and went off to another. Kris had no idea what her brother and I were just doing. I wanted to tell her so bad, but couldn't.
The weekend came and every time I saw her brother he basically ignored me, just like anything we had just experienced together had never happened. I understood, but I still cried myself to sleep.
To be continued
Anyhow, Kris decided she was taking tennis lessons that summer. I knew Tom would be alone for at least an hour each day while Kris and her mother were gone. I was a hot but innocent 14yo girl and decided to make my move. I thought maybe if we were alone and he got to know me, he'd like me or at least not treat me like a k** anymore. I was hoping to maybe hold his hand and if everything went awesome … he'd kiss me.
The first day I watched as Kris and her mother drove away. I put on my little short shorts and a little white cotton tank top. As I looked at myself in the mirror I could see my nipples press into the material of the top. I didn't have much in the way of boobs back then, so I figured this was cool. I looked HOT!
I walked over, rang the bell, and asked for Kris. He looked annoyed and said she was gone and wouldn't be home for about an hour or so. I noticed he was watching some horror movie on TV. I just invited myself in and sat on the couch. "I love this movie", I said. That first time we basically sat on opposite sides of the couch the whole time. Kris and her mom came home and Kris and I went upstairs. Nothing more was said about me being there.
The next day I had on different shorts and top, but very similar style. I went over, rang the bell, and asked "What movie are we watching today?". Without waiting for an answer I walked in and sat on the couch, more in the middle this time so he had to sit somewhat close to me. He went to the kitchen and got each of us a soda. Then the movie came on, another monster movie. However, I hadn't seen this one. At one point in the movie, during the scary part, I jumped and hid my face in his shoulder. He had on a tank top and my lips were actually touching the skin on his big arms. He didn't realize it, but I gave him a kiss. He just kinda pushed me away, but not that far. I actually held onto his arm throughout the rest of the movie until Kris came home. We quickly separated to opposite sides of the couch when we heard them drive up. When I went home that day I was walking on a cloud. Later that night I masturbated - a lot!
The next afternoon, a Wednesday afternoon, I decided to pull out all the stops. I wore a little mini skirt and a white blouse like Britney Spears in her video One More Time. I didn't really realize back then that the whole schoolgirl look was so sexy, it's just what I wore for school. However, this time I didn't wear a camisole under the blouse, but I did leave a few buttons unbuttoned. When I rang the bell he just opened the door and stood to the side allowing me in as if I lived there (Kris and I always just sorta walked into each other's house). He started the movie and sat down. This time I sat right next to him. I knew he was getting a nice view of my legs as I didn't do the normal tug on the skirt bit. I was only 14 but my ass and legs were developing nicely, much faster than my boobs.
As he sat next to me he didn't exactly know what to do with his arm. I didn't leave much room between us. I took his arm and put it around my shoulders. I held my breath. What was he going to do? Would he kick me to the other side of the couch? Make fun of me like I was a k**? He didn't do anything. He kept his arm around my shoulder and let me hold his hand just an inch or so from my nipple, which was covered by only a thin piece of material. But that's what girls did while their boyfriends had their arm around them. "OMG, I have a BF!" I thought to myself.
I held his hand as we watched the movie. Actually, our eyes were just looking in the direction of the TV. As I held his hand that was dangling over my shoulder his thumb was brushing gently over my nipple. Yes, there was a piece of fabric between his thumb and my nipple, but it felt like he was having his way with it. I could feel myself getting more turned on. I didn't want it to go further, but I for sure didn't want him to stop. He got more bold about touching me. He was actually flicking my now rock hard nipple. I looked up at him. He looked at me and kissed my forehead. With that I nuzzled closer to him which basically told him it was OK to do what he was doing. He removed his hand from my hand and slipped it into my blouse. His whole hand was now covering my young boob and playing with my nipple between his fingers. It felt so good. I was finally being felt up. I looked up at him again and he kissed me on my lips. We continued to make out for the remaining time and he had managed to completely open my blouse. At one point he had both hands on my little boobs, but for sure at least one boob was always being felt up. I also knew that this was a magic moment we shared with each other. I will never be just the k** next door again.
I went over again the next day. This time when he answered the door and let me in he kissed me deeply. His tongue entered my mouth - my first deep tongue kiss. We seemed to start out where we left off the day before. He took me by the hand and led me to the couch. No movie this time. We were making out! He took off the top I wore that day - a cute pink spaghetti strap top. He had on a wife beater which looked awesome on him. He had a rock hard body. And when he took off his shirt all I could do was look at his amazing body. I wanted to do something with it, but I didn't know what to do. I remember when he started kissing me again he pulled me close to him. My skin, my nipples, touching his amazing body. We made out the whole time we had. His hands were all over my boobs. And then he started kissing my neck and finally my boobs. "OMG, he was kissing and sucking on my nipples". I wondered if Kris had gone this far. Too bad I can't tell her what I've been doing. It was getting close to the time when Kris would get home. I didn't want to see her that day. All I wanted to do was make out with her brother. I left just a few minutes before she arrived. I ran upstairs and masturbated the rest of the day. Later that night I masturbated again. I was insatiable. I couldn't wait till tomorrow. It would be our last time together for the week. I would have to wait till Monday to be with him again.
I went over as soon as Kris left. Tom was there with just shorts on. It wasn't long till I had just my shorts on too. However, this time, while we were making out and he was having his way with my little boobs, I could see and feel his hard-on. I thought to myself, "OMG, he's getting a hard-on over me". "I finally have a hot BF". We were making out for awhile when he took my hand and put it on his hard-on. I had seen guys hard-ons before, but the guys were just lame and it wasn't sexual at all. I took hold of it thru his shorts. He took my hand and told me to slide it into his shorts. I did. What I felt was amazing. His cock was hard, very hard and it was smooth yet it had swollen veins. I didn't ever want to let go. Instinctively I started to stroke it. Our kissing had become more intense. I had already cum, my panties were totally wet, but I wanted to cum again and again. His tongue dove deep down my throat when he let out a deep moan. I could feel his cock flinching and I felt a warm substance cover my hand. "OMG, I made him cum", I thought. I wanted to see his cock as I had not yet seen it, I just felt it. However, the time had gotten away from us. We heard the car doors close in the driveway. He ran off to his bathroom and I picked up my clothes and went off to another. Kris had no idea what her brother and I were just doing. I wanted to tell her so bad, but couldn't.
The weekend came and every time I saw her brother he basically ignored me, just like anything we had just experienced together had never happened. I understood, but I still cried myself to sleep.
To be continued
10 years ago
