Look at the phone

You reach over and grab the phone off the night stand and see that it is Vanessa’s. The name and phone number on the screen is Charlie Eagan.

You send the call to voicemail and set the phone down.

“That’s Charlie. He probably wants to know when you can finish that handjob you were giving him when I walked in on you last night.”

Vanessa giggles. “He’s so cute. I’m surprised I was able to go that far with him on the front porch. He’s still very shy, but I’m working on him.”

“I’ll bet you have. That must have been pretty recent. The last time I was home, you didn’t say anything about him.”

That’s true, but not necessarily informative. Last time you were home, the entirety of her conversation consisted of persistent and loud begging for you to “fuck me like the little slut I am.”

Vanessa snuggles closer, letting her hand wander down and her finger explore your pubic hair.

“I started seeing him right after you went back to school.... I took his cherry, you know.” She giggles, and you feel your cock start to twitch. You love it when she gets talking dirty, and you know she loves it, too.

“Tell me what you did,” you say, returning Vanessa’s strokes as you reach between her legs.

“We were at a football game. I was there with Ethan Ross, and Charlie was with some of his friends. He was sitting next to us on the bleachers, and he looked cold, so I asked him if he wanted to share our blanket. I had one hand in Ethan’s lap, stroking him, and without really thinking about it, I reached over with the other hand and started rubbing Charlie. He was so startled that he came right there, with his pants still zipped up.”

You are quite hard now, hearing this story, and you feel the dampness between Vanessa’s legs growing.

“He left the game without talking to me, and I didn’t see him again until Monday at school. He came up to talk to me and said, ‘I want to talk to you about the other night.’” Before he could say anything else, I leaned him against his locker, grabbed his crotch and said, ‘I want to do way more with you than that. I want to fucking blow your mind!’ Guess what? He came in his pants again!”

You laugh as you roll Vanessa onto her back and kiss your way down her stomach. “Then what happened?” you ask, as your tongue descends to her waiting snatch.

I came by his house that night and asked his mom if Charlie could help me with math. She’s so sweet and offered me cookies. Charlie and I sat at the kitchen table as his mom washed dishes. This time I got his pants unzipped and my hand on his penis before he shot a load. He excused himself to go change his pants, and I asked his mom if I could use the bathroom. Instead, I followed Charlie into his room and pushed him back on the bed and rode him like a pony. It took about 45 seconds before he blew inside me. I was able to get back to the kitchen table and get back to work long before his mom suspected anything. By the time Charlie got to the kitchen, he was shaking and couldn’t even talk. His mom thought he was coming down with something and said we’d need to do homework later, so I left, but I was so horny I went straight to Ethan’s and fucked him for half the night.”

By this point, Vanessa is writhing so energetically under your oral ministrations that the bed is beginning to creak. You know she is ready for you, and while you’d love to tease her some more, you are more than ready, too. You get on your knees, take her ankles and position them on your shoulders and proceed to pound the fuck out of her.

Vanessa’s screaming of, “Aron! That’s it! Fuck me right there with your massive cock! Oh, Aron!” once again fills the room and blends with the sound of the bed banging against the wall.

After several minutes of this, you collapse again, all sweaty and satisfied — for now.

The phone beeps, and Vanessa retrieve it, reading a text. “It’s Charlie. He wants to know when he can see me again.”

You reach for your phone and pull up a video and show it to her. “If he wants to see you, show him this.” The video was taken last year during Social Studies class. It is a closeup of Vanessa, under your school desk, with her mouth filled with your cock.

“I have shown this to all my buddies at college, and they can’t wait to meet you,” you tell her.

“Oh we need to do a new one — I don’t wear my hair that way anymore.”

Abruptly Vanessa sits up and looks at the clock. “I have to go! I’m supposed to be at work in 30 minutes. Can we pick this up later?”

“Definitely,” you say, giving her ass a firm smack. “Whenever you want it.”

Vanessa hurriedly gets dressed and leaves. You lay in your bed and consider what to do with the rest of your day.