Take her to your apartment.

Here was his chance. Here was what Hillman had been dreaming of for years. He looked at the little black ball in his hand, then quickly put it into his pants pocket. "All right, let's go," he told Becca. "But aren't you worried about what Brad will say? You're his girl, after all."

"I'm not worried about Brad, and I don't belong to him. Now let's go to your place. You've got me all excited licking me like that." Smiling, Becca took his hand, leading him up the hill, then through some trees screening them from the back of Cal's house, where the party was taking place.

Walking with Becca to his apartment, Hillman found she didn't remember how she had come to have her pants down, but she didn't seem worried about it. "I think somehow I've known that we'd get together ... when the time was right." Then, stopping for a moment, looking into his eyes, "It took you a while to realize I was here for you, but we're together now."

Hillman's apartment was just three rooms above a garage. This was the first time he had taken a girl there, and he was embarrassed at the disorder - books, magazines and newspapers piled on the floor, dirty dishes in the sink but Becca didn't seem to notice.

Nervously, he began moving around piles of books and magazines. Laughing, Becca said, "You don't need to do that for me. It's you I'm here for, not your apartment." Hoping **** might help calm his nerves, he pulled a can of beer out of the fridge, asking Becca what she wanted to drink.

"Nothing, right now," she said, kissing him softly on the lips. "Is the bathroom back there?" pointing to the hall. "I'll just be a few minutes."

Hillman used the time to straighten up his bedroom, making the bed, throwing dirty clothes onto the closet floor, then piling magazines on the dirty clothes. Picking up some beer cans and an empty pizza box off the floor, he hurried into the kitchen, tossing them into the garbage can under the sink. In the living room, he cleaned the couch of its piles of magazines, turned on the FM, then sitting on the couch, tried to look as natural as possible. In a few minutes, Becca came out of the bathroom wearing only her pastel blue panties.

"Do you like my body?" she asked, standing in front of him, her back arched, her hands on her hips, smiling. "I know my breasts are a little small. I hope they're big enough for you."

Although Becca's breasts were not large, they were well-shaped, tipped with large pink aureoles. Now, Hillman understood what the phrase "breasts like pomegranates" meant. The fair skin of Becca's bosom and shoulders was speckled with freckles. Her waist was slim, before flaring out to the full hips and shapely buttocks he had seen earlier, now covered again by her blue panties . Becca's legs were graceful, with firm thighs tapering down to shapely calves, ending in well-formed feet, bare, with pink-painted toenails.

After looking over her nearly-naked body, Hillman glanced up at Becca's face, her blue eyes bright, the corners of her mouth turning up in a small smile. Her face was probably Becca's best feature, heart-shaped, with high cheekbones, a crescent of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her bright blue eyes looked into his. "Well ... Am I pretty enough? Do you want me?" she asked ... smiling.

"You're beautiful," Hillman said. "Yes ... yes, I want you."

"And I want you," she whispered. Then she was in his arms, pressing her mouth against his ... his lips moving on hers, his tongue penetrating her mouth, her tongue caressing his. He ran his hands over her ribs, up to her taut breasts, searching for her nipples with his fingers, pinching them, rolling them on his palms.

Becca's hands were moving over Hillman's chest, pulling his polo shirt over his head, baring his chest ... his paunchy belly. He was shy about his body, but Becca seemed to love it, covering his chest with kisses. Then Becca's hands were moving lower, opening his belt, fluttering over the buttons and fly of his pants. He helped her open the zipper, sliding his pants and shorts down together, his erect organ popping up, almost hitting her chin.

"It's so beautiful," Becca said. "I never knew how beautiful it could be." Then, she was running her hands over his cock. Rubbing her finger over the head, damp with precum. "I want to suck you," she said. Her tongue flicked out, licking the moist tip, her hands sliding up and down the rigid flesh. "Suck it," Hillman ordered, pulling her head down, forcing her mouth over his hard cock.

"Um um," she said, taking the erect organ into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip, her cheeks sinking in as she sucked the rigid flesh. Hillman pulled her head down further, forcing more of him into her mouth, her hands sliding up and down the shaft. He continued pulling her head down, forcing more of his cock into her. Using short stroking movements of her mouth, each one deeper than the previous one, she was able to take the full length into her throat.

The feeling was incredible. He had never experienced anything like this before. Her lips were at the base of his cock, her tongue massaging the shaft, her throat trembling around the head, her soft strawberry-blonde hair brushing his thighs. Her hands were moving on his balls, softly rubbing them, her fingers caressing the sensitive spot between his anus and the back of his scrotum. This was an experience Hillman had never had before, this lovely young woman he had fantasized about so often making love to his erect organ with her mouth and throat.

As he moaned with pleasure, she pulled up, gasping for breath, her hands running over the taut cockflesh. "Do you like that?" she asked. "You don't know how aroused it makes me doing this." Then, once again, she was forcing his cock into her throat, taking short, quick strokes.

He looked down at Becca, aroused by the sight of her mouth moving over his cock. Stroking up, taking a breath, she looked directly into his eyes as her tongue flicked the tip. Overcome now with passion, he pulled her head down, forcing the full length into her. Becca was moaning with passion, her mouth and tongue and hands working on the taut flesh. As he watched, her lips tight on the root of his cock, he saw her right hand moving down to her panties, sliding her hand under the crotch, inserting her fingers inside, her hand moving as she worked her fingers inside herself, masturbating as she sucked his cock.

Becca looked up for a moment, her tongue gently licking the tip of his erect organ. Her eyes on his, "This is so good, darling. Do you want to finish like this, or ...?"

"Yeah, we can scr ... er, make love. Let's go to the bedroom," Hillman answered.

Looking directly into his eyes, Becca said, "I meant we can do anything you want. This, or screw or .... Well, I haven't been with a lot of guys. There's Brad, and there were a couple of guys before him, but I'm not exactly a virgin. But there's one thing I've never done .... I know guys like my ass. I know you like it. I've never done it that way before, but I'll do it with you, if you want."

"You mean your ass is virgin? You'll let me screw you there?" he asked.

"Yes, or anything else you want," she said, a small smile turning up the corners of her mouth.