Dinner's Served

As difficult as it was for me, I pulled my mouth away from his. My voice sounded hoarse.

“Do you want to sleep with me, Fred?”

He turned pale, then tomato red. His mouth snapped open and closed again after a few seconds, like a fish out of water, but no sound came out.

“Well, if you don't want to...” I pushed him away from me at arm's length.

Of course, I didn't mean it. I was so horny for him that I felt like my pussy was on fire. I wanted him desperately. But I wasn't some slut who would just sleep with anyone. He had to show a little commitment.

Just in time, he pulled himself together.

“Yes! Yes, definitely.” But then the corners of his mouth turned down. “Only, uh, we can't go to my place. My mother won't let me take girls to my room. Do you know a place we could go?”

“How about right here?” I pointed my chin toward the table in the middle of the hall. It looked pretty sturdy and reasonably clean.

Fred didn't seem convinced, but I had no intention of letting him off the hook now. I sank backward onto the tabletop and simply pulled him with me.

He may not have had any experience, but he was all the more eager for it. His cock, which I had freed from his pants and jerked off until it was nice and hard, was more than ready. I wrapped my feet around Fred's hips and guided him into the right position.

Then I let him do his thing and was not disappointed.

As I said, Fred was a fast learner. After a few tentative thrusts, he got the hang of it. But holy moly! He really got going and fucked my brains out. Although I was actually good at math, I couldn't count how many times I came on his cock. I'm afraid the number of my orgasms resembled an exponential curve.

Oh, Fred!