Nick Marshall (England)

Nick returned to the kitchen drink in hand. Katie smiled at him and he blushed as she smiled back. He thought she looked gorgeous. Long brown wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, beautiful brown eyes in her pale face. She wore a black skirt that stopped at her knees and a pale pink shirt, tied up at the bottom to expose her midriff and open from the top to show a little cleavage. Everyone had dressed up and for girls this meant slightly more provocative clothing, absolutely prudish by adult women's standards. They were dating. Well sort of dating. Mostly dating. They hung out a lot. She was drinking too as were most of the guests. He was one of the oldest in the year, September birthdays will do that, but no one was going to call the police to his house party. He winked at Katie but let his best friend Nate who'd just come up to him pull him aside to a quieter spot of the room with another couple guys.

"So what's it like? Being 18?" Nick shrugs, "Basically the same as being 17 so far, I mean maybe I'll be at a house party every day of being 18 but extrapolation seems unreasonable at this point." Nate rolls his eyes. "Such a nerd, we meant..." he trails off but his eyes flick to your crotch. The other guys wait, facinated. Nick shrugs, "You know we got taught it doesn't happen all at once? Literally nothing yet." Nate shrugs, "sure they taught us that but like, have you checked recently? Does it hurt at all?" Nick laughs, "No it doesn't hurt, nothing has happened yet. I promise to let you know if it does. Now can we stop talking about my junk!" The guys laugh and the group breaks up, a little disappointed no doubt. Nick covers it well but to be honest he'd pretty excitedly checked him self this morning but, still a pretty small cock. Barely 7 inches erect and he'd easily stroked himself to hardness (and then completion because why leave a job half done), nothing compared to the cocks he'd seen just out in the world. But he knew it would come eventually.

Nick tries to make his way to Katie, she's speaking to a blonde girl with her back to him but as he gets closer she turns to face him. Hannah. She was 3 days older than Nick and while Nick hosted he had generously considered this a joint party, since Hannah's actual birthday was on Wednesday. Plus Hannah's parents would never have let them have her house like this. She smiles at Nick and there's suddenly a world shared between them that there hadn't been yesterday, both a little tipsy, both 18 now... Her blue eyes met his but Nick broke her gaze unable to stop himself looking up and down her. She wore tight jeans that showed off her shapely ass and on top a black cardigan with only one button done up, straining to hold the fabic closed against her breasts. She smiles at Nick and her smile was a completely different thing to Katie's. More hunter than friend. Nick can barely keep his eyes from those lips as she speaks. "Hey birthday boy. I was just telling Katie I was feeling a little hungry." She licks her lips to make her intention clear. And she's not, obviously she's not it's been 3 days. She's just saying that, and he knows it and Katie knows it and he sees Katie smiling knowingly at him. "I was just telling her about where your bedroom is." She tells Nick over Hannah's shoulder. Nick manages to keep himself from stammering as Hannah takes his hand. "Ah, well now that I think of it, I am feeling a little pain." And he's not, obviously, but this is the game after all. And he turns and leads Hannah away from the crowd of the party. Katie gives a little cheer as they leave and those of the room who notice join in.

Nick closes the bedroom door behind him and the noise of the party quietens down. He turns to find Hannah kneeling on the carpet, looking up him. Her mouth lolls open and she licks her lips. "Are you going to feed me now?" Picture of obedience. Nick nods as she starts to kiss at his crotch through his trousers and Nick starts to harden. Maybe she actually is hungry? People do bloom early sometimes. Her kisses seem hungry, pressing against the fabric, tongue running over the shape of his bulge as it starts to appear. "Please Daddy." She speaks softly eyes looking up Nick as her mouth works. He reaches down and undoes his trousers, she presses her face between the flies as soon as he does so, fuck she *is* hungry. He gently runs a hand over and through her hair and pulls her head back so that he can reach down and pull his boxers down. His cock springs free, hard, even if small by how he would measure them. She moans softly, "oh good," she looks up at him, "I was so worried, they look so big I don't know how I could..." she begins to kiss down the shaft, "but this is perfect." And there in her moment of doubt Nick sees her. Not hungry, just regular 18 year old horny and excited to see what she can do.