Sandy invites him inside

"Would you like to get out of the heat for awhile? The house is nice and air conditioned," Sandy asked.

"Sure, that would be a relief."

"Well, come on then!" she exclaimed enthusiastically, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the back door. Chuck was caught a little off-guard by her motion, and she yanked on his arm. They went inside, and the cool air washed over him, feeling very cool on his sweaty, bare chest. She led him into the family room on the first floor and plopped down on the couch, bouncing off the upholstery; he noticed her breasts bounced too. An episode of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer was playing on the wide-screen TV against the wall. Chuck sat near Sandy, facing toward her, and she put the glass on the coffee table and turned to him.

"So, how are the girls at State? Do your classes leave you any free time to socialize?" she inquired, her voice bubbly and excited. The cool air caused her nipples to get hard, and Chuck could see them clearly through the tank top.

"Oh, they're okay. We've had a few parties and dances at the dorm. I've done my share of socializing," he replied. He decided to take a bit of a chance and direct the conversation toward sex. Who knows what might happen once she got started talking. "Have you enticed some football jock back to your room?" he ventured.

Sandy got a wry smile on her face and said, "And what if I have? Would you be jealous, Mr. I-Dated-a-Cheerleader?"

Memories flooded back to him of that month in his senior year, where he'd managed to ask one of the cheerleaders out on a date. On their second date, they made out in his car, and she'd given him an amazing blow job. After that, she lost interest and started dating the captain of the football team. Chuck had mentioned it to Sandy one day when they'd met at the mall. Chuck had trouble keeping anything from Sandy; it was an aspect of his crush on her. Chuck could feel the blood flowing to his penis at the memory.

"Hey, that only lasted a month. After our second date, she went with Frank Jasper. That was sure an ego blow."

"I'm just teasing. No, no football players. So what happened on that date? You never told me," she asked, real interest showing in her face and voice.

"Well, we went to The Malt Shop and Resident Evil at the movie theater. She seemed to like the movie and even clung to me during the scary parts. Then we went out to the airport, at her suggestion I might add, and made out in the car."

"Is that all that happened in the car? Kissing?" she asked with a laugh.

He'd always liked her laugh, and it made him feel more at ease. "Well, no. She whipped open my pants and sucked me like a Hoover."

"Aha! I thought so. The next day you seemed to just float through the day with a dreamy look on your face. I knew something went on." Sandy was apparently getting more excited by the talk about the blow job. Her skin was flushed, and her tongue licked her full lips.

"Even seemed to be good. She looked like she enjoyed herself, and she gave me a good night kiss when I dropped her off. Then the next thing I know, two days later she's hanging on Frank's arm at school."

"Maybe she wanted you to go down on her. Or fuck her. Maybe you tasted bad. Or maybe she was a slut and just wanted a football player. The truth is it is very hard to tell what's going on in a girl's mind." Her talk was getting him more excited. He adjusted his position on the couch to better hide his condition.

"I tasted bad? Does cum taste good usually?" Chuck was actually curious about it.

"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed, her eyes getting a hungry look in them, "In fact, I'll show you."