To Eddie's house

"It's too early to go home," Eleanor said, "but I don't really have another place in mind."

"What about my place?" Eddie suggested.

"Would...I be imposing?" Would we have privacy, she really meant.

"No, not at all. I've got my own space, and my family is probably out tonight doing their own stuff anyway."

"Okay then! Let's go!"

On the drive to his house, while they chatted, Eddie casually put his hand on Ellie's thigh. She felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. She couldn't wait for him to touch her everywhere.

Once they arrived, Eddie led her inside the dark house, then to a door off the kitchen, which led down to a basement - a very nice basement, it turned out, finished into an apartment of sorts. There was a little living room with a couch and TV, a bathroom, and a bedroom. Eddie pointed to the couch and to the bedroom. "Where do you want to hang out?"

Eleanor wasn't ready to be explicit, but she didn't want him to mistake her intentions. "The bedroom," she said, and he led the way. He closed the door behind them, and Eleanor looked around. It was a small but nice space, with both pretty art and video game posters on the wall, a nice desktop computer on a desk, a full-size bed, and a dresser covered in knick-knacks. An 18-year-old's bedroom to be sure, but no slob.

Eddie sat on his bed while she looked around. She turned and smiled. "I like it."

"Thanks," he said, his perpetual cute grin returning.

Eleanor took a mental deep breath to steel herself, and approached him. Instead of sitting next to him on the bed, she pretended confidence and sat on his lap, legs dangling off one side. Arm around his shoulders, she looked at him with a big smile. He kissed her, just as she'd hoped.

The kissing continued, and quickly turned into making out. One of Eddie's big hands was on her thigh, the other on her waist, and Eleanor leaned into him, relishing the warmth and solidity of his broad chest.

He shifted his hand, moving up her thigh, shifting her skirt upward as well, then he stopped. Eleanor's heart was pounding, her nerves at an all-time high, but she did not want him to stop. She reached down, took his hand, and pulled it all the way up her thigh onto her ass.

That was all the encouragement required. He kneaded her ass, a lovely feeling that made her moan into his mouth, and squeezed her against him with his other arm. After not much longer, he put both hands on her waist and fully picked her up, turning her toward him. She took her cue and spread her legs, so that when he set her back down, she was now straddling his lap facing him. He pulled her in tight against him and resumed making out with her.

Her cock was pressed against his crotch now, and Eleanor couldn't resist humping, just a little, as she fell further into a horny haze. His hands had pulled her dress up and were all over her ass now, squeezing with enthusiasm, and at times painfully - and Eleanor was into it.

Eddie took hold of her dress and lifted, and as much as a small part of her brain screamed at her to stop him, she raised her arms to allow him to take it off. Once it was on the floor, his eyes and hands immediately went to her tits, playing much more delicately than he had with her ass.

Eleanor moaned long and loud as he kneaded her tits and lightly pinched her nipples. She wanted to tell him to take her bra off, but she was all but incoherent. He did, eventually, looking her in the eye to detect any hesitation. There was none. He put his mouth on one nipple and licked and sucked while he pinched and pulled the other with his fingers.

Ellie was so fucking horny, and while a part of her wanted to let him play with her nipples for the next several hours, another part of her could not wait any longer to see his cock. She scrambled off his lap and onto her knees in front of him, fumbling for his belt without hesitation. He helped her, pushing his pants and boxers out from under his butt, and she shimmied them down, pulling them - and his shoes and socks - free from his feet. Meanwhile, he pulled off his shirt.

She looked up, and there it was. Her eyes went wide - she was terrified and very, very turned on. It was the monster she'd been imagining. Maybe as much as 9 inches long, noticeably thicker than her dildo, it was what she dreamed of taking and possibly more than she actually could. But she was certainly going to try.

Before she could allow her thoughts to paralyze her, Eleanor leaned forward and put her mouth on it. She licked and teased the head while she wrapped her head around the base - her hand made it all the way around, but without much to spare. She'd only ever done this in practice, but she HAD practiced, and she hoped having a cock of her own would give her an advantage over other first-time cocksuckers.

It was fun, moreso than practice, with texture and heat and reactions from Eddie. She licked all the way up the shaft, then plunged a couple inches into her mouth, then stayed there, jerking him while she sucked. She pulled off, looked up with a salacious grin, then returned to his cock, bobbing her head up and down and taking a little more each time.

She had no illusions about being able to take his whole cock, at least not this time, but it was fun to see how far she could get. She felt his head hit the entrance to her throat, and she gagged just a little. She paused, collecting herself, then pushed a little more, and was rewarded by a groan from Eddie. Her jaw was getting sore but god this was fun.

Without warning, he grabbed her arms and stood her up. He flashed her a big smile, then took hold of her panties and pulled them down, keeping her steady as she lifted one leg at a time to drop them to the floor. And then, she was standing in front of him wearing nothing but her jewelry and heels.

Eddie was still smiling. "God, you're pretty."

Eleanor blushed deeply. He stood as well, towering over her again. He put his hands on her waist, leaned down to kiss her, then lifted. She found herself at eye level with him. She put her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, and they made out there. She could feel his cock brushing against her thigh, and she almost exploded right there.

He wheeled around and manhandled her body, setting her down on the bed before she knew it, on her hands and knees facing away from him. She looked back over her shoulder and he was kneeling on the floor behind her. He winked, then leaned in, pulling her cheeks apart while he did. Then his tongue was on her asshole, and she groaned.

His tongue was slow and gentle, caressing her most intimate spot, and Eleanor's arms buckled. She put her head down on the bed, fingers gripping the bed sheet, as he went down on her. She wanted to cum, but nervous as she was, she didn't think it would happen yet. "Fuck," she moaned, as he slipped his tongue into her just a little.

He pulled away and replaced his tongue with a finger, gingerly pressing into her centimeter by centimeter. His other hand was suddenly on her cock, pulling downward like he was milking her, and Eleanor heard her moans getting louder involuntarily. He added another finger to her ass, and Eleanor yelled out "Yes!" He kept fucking and jerking her. Eleanor was putty in his hands.

She wanted his cock inside her so bad, even as she was afraid of it, so when his hands pulled away from her body, her heart nearly stopped with anticipation. He grabbed her waist again, this time flipping her over onto her back, red heels in the air.

He was standing at the foot of the bed now, rubbing lube onto his cock. Eleanor bit her lip and grabbed the backs of her knees, pulling her legs up and back.

"Are you ready?" he asked her.

"It's my first time. Please be gentle."

"I will," he said.