Lucy wants her turn

Matt and Lucy tried to cuddle again on the couch, but things felt different. Lucy was draped over him again, much like before, staring at the TV without paying any attention. Instead, she was scheming. She wanted to see it again, to confirm to herself that it was real, but she also wanted Matt to touch her. Her friends had told her not to finish him first because then he wouldn’t want to return the favor. Her circumstance was a little different but she was worried it would prove true. Lucy was so horny and it was her turn! She was nervous to ask, or even hint, so she lay across his chest and hoped he would read her mind. Was she a little weirded out by his penis? Yes. Was she even more weirded out by his claim that his jizz disappeared? Also yes.

But, fuck, she was horny!

Matt was propped up on his elbow, the other arm softly rubbing his girlfriend’s back. He was conflicted. He was almost positive that Lucy was not actually as chill about the situation as she was letting on. He wasn’t exactly chill about it, anyway. Since when did his dick do that?

He glanced down at Lucy. Her hair was still damp from her shower. He thought he should say something, but what? What could be said?

Matt wanted to kiss her, hold her tight, reassure her. Well, he wanted to do a lot more than that, but it was a good place to start.

Someone was going to have to take some initiative.

Lucy looked up at her boyfriend. Her hormones were getting the best of her. Was it in poor taste to fool around a second time on the same couch? She thought so. It was getting late, after all.

She pushed herself up and kissed him, gently, but lingered against his lips to tell him she wanted more.

“We could... get ready for bed?” She offered.

Matt’s groin quivered. Her voice was quiet, but sultry, telegraphing her intentions very clearly even to a pretty oblivious teenager. For another moment the held their gaze and then Matt nodded.

They stood and Matt took his girlfriend’s hand to lead her to his bedroom. It was Lucy’s turn to feel her beat out of her chest as she anticipated her boyfriend’s touch. She resolved to let him finger her, maybe even eat her out, but that was all. They climbed the stairs slowly, Matt just in front. Lucy felt a dribble of fluid trail down her leg, spreading across her inner thigh as they rubbed together with each step.

Matt sat on the edge of his bed and Lucy followed, one of her legs draped across his lap. The heat was back, calling both of the teens to each other. She settled next to him and kissed him, hands on his cheeks. Matt recognized that Lucy was in control now. He grabbed her hips and held her as the passion took over. Lucy was not going to be denied, kissing Matt’s cheek and settling by his ear.

“Take my pants off...” she cooed.

Matt slipped his hand to her waist and then dropped to the floor in front of her. He pulled Lucy’s jeans down and she leaned back on his bed. When they were gone she spread her legs and Matt got his first look at a real woman’s pussy.

He stared, mouth falling open. Her little slit seemed to stare back, glistening with her fluid. The slightest hint of lips peaked from her inside her soft outer mounds.

“Oh my god...” He whispered.

He was already stiff but the sight of his girlfriend’s shaved slit popped a tent in his shorts. He felt his dick strain against the fabric but it felt normal, like maybe it wouldn’t grow to an outrageous size this time.

Lucy bit her lip while she watched her boyfriend stare dumbfounded at her sex. She waited for him to touch her but he just sat in a daze.

“Don’t just stare at it,” she said in a low voice. The pause made her self-conscious.

He looked sheepish and he pushed her knees further apart. He leaned forward and planted kisses on her thighs. Each sent shivers through her flesh as he inched closer to her wet pussy. Matt had never been this close before and he realized he had no idea what to do. While Lucy had friends to guide her about sexual matters, Matt’s friends were no such help. The ones who had sex never passed on helpful information because they were too busy bragging about doing it in the first place. Lucy didn’t know this and assumed Matt’s hesitancy was because he didn’t like what he saw.

Lucy blushed, suddenly embarrassed, as Matt stalled between her legs. He kissed her thighs but actively avoided her enticing folds. Her legs contracted, as if to push him away, as his eyes burned a hole right through her.

“Baby...” she said, voice cracking with unease.

Matt recognized her tone. He could feel that she was ready and that he was the cause of her anxiety. He took a deep breath and firmly planted his hands inside her thighs, forcing them apart despite her reflexes. He leaned in and planted the smallest, lightest kiss between her outer lips. Her hips quivered and Matt heard Lucy exhale long and slow. He smiled and kissed her again, more purposefully, relishing her reaction to his touch.

Lucy settled back on the bed. His kisses between her legs were gradually becoming more intense and so were the shivers that ran up her spine. She let her hips quiver, relaxing and allowing Matt to warm her lust. He was getting the hang of it and acquainting himself with her body but it was pleasant. She might need to help him soon, but for now she wanted to melt into the mouth of her boyfriend.

Matt slipped his tongue against Lucy’s pussy and the taste rattled him. It was altogether indescribable, a sharp sensation across his tongue for which he had no frame of reference. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, though. He licked her again, and then a third time. It was good. He probed her wet lips with his tongue, exploring and teasing. He always skipped this part of any porn he watched and he wasn’t sure that would have helped anyway. All he could do was feel it out and experiment. He pushed his tongue into Lucy’s entrance and her entire body reacted. Her passage squeezed his tongue, as if pulling him deeper. He let it happen, lips pressed against her wet folds and tasting her deep.

Lucy almost let out a moan. She suppressed it, forgetting for the moment that there was nobody around to hear. His fingers crept closer to her heat, drawn to her womanhood. She lifted her shirt and teased her nipples, adding to her the slow crescendo of heat and lust. He felt good. The loss of control only added to the pleasure. Nobody has touched her like this and she couldn’t get enough. It was so much better than doing it herself. Lucy’s hips started to grind against his face on their own and she felt her chest tighten. She wanted to come. She needed it.

“My clit, baby...” she exhaled.

Matt glanced upward and nodded. He pulled his tongue from her steaming pussy and dragged it upward. Her clit throbbed at the top of her folds and Matt wondered how anyone could miss it. He flicked it once with his tongue and Lucy nearly finished right then. Her hips bucked and she let out a real moan. Matt’s tent seemed to heave with the sound of her voice. She sounded so sexy. He wanted more. He flicked her clit again as his hands reached her folds. His thumbs pulled it open, the moist pink lips inside quivering.

“Oh, oh...” Lucy moaned, grabbing her hair.

Matt kissed her clit and, with one final flick, she came. Her hips shot upward and her sex quaked, a fresh flood of clear fluid drenching her flesh and Matt’s mouth. She moaned without shame, a growl of satisfaction as her body seemed to fall into an abyss of pleasure. Matt leaned back with a smile and watched her body slowly regain control from her orgasm.

Lucy sat up in a very pleasant daze.

“Wow...” she said.

Matt stretched over her and kissed her. Lucy recoiled as she tasted her fluids.

“Sorry,” Matt said, wiping his mouth.

They shimmied further into the bed and Matt settled on top of her. When his bulge pressed against her leg her eyes went wide.

“Matt,” she said, pushing his face from hers.

He flipped onto his back and they both stared at a perfectly normal tent between his legs. They shared a quick glance and then returned to the tent.

“What’s going on?” he asked nobody in particular.

“Did we hallucinate?” Lucy said, “Take your pants off, let me look at it.”

Normally, such an investigation would be a serious mood killer, but Lucy was determined to get to the bottom of this. She felt a pang of disappointment at the thought that she would never see him as big and thick as before. When the waistband of Matt’s shorts dipped below his groin his cock jumped predictably into the air. Suddenly free it throbbed and Matt let out a small groan, as if in pain. His manhood seemed to ripple and Lucy smiled as the shaft began to grow...