Tim’s Approval

They never made it to the movie. Tim didn’t care. Once the police car had driven away, Nancy’s mouth had driven away all of Tim’s thoughts of other things. He existed right then, I’m that moment, in that car, in her mouth. He watched her blonde hair bobbing up and down on his groin and fought to keep from exploding into her.

It was, after all, his first time.

He didn’t care that he had been visited by immortal beings. He didn’t care that he and his father were suddenly crossdressers. Tim Thompson cared that the girl he loved was sucking his cock. And she was damned good at it.

He grabbed her head and began to push her up and down, taking control of her pace. As soon as he did, she began to moan in pleasure, as if him being more aggressive had been a turn-on for her. Maybe it was. He hardly knew her, despite his infatuation. After this, he told himself, I’ll spend some time getting to know her.

Nancy started using her tongue as she sucked, pushing Tim over the edge.

“I’m going to…” he cried into the car, too late.

Like any young man having his first sexual experience, which he was, Tim blasted a firehose of cum out of his erection into Nancy’s mouth, then when that was full, around it, and down her blouse, all over her face, and in her hair.

She was covered. Locking eyes with Tim, Nancy swallowed. Despite having just orgasmed, Tim had never been more turned on in his life.

Gently, Nancy slid Tim’s panties over his cock and pulled his dress back down. Then she sat up and smiled at him.

“Was that okay?” She seemed to be genuinely looking for his approval, despite the fact that she was wearing his approval all over her.

“More than okay,” Tim said, his body more relaxed than he could describe, “you were amazing.”

She quivered in excitement at his words, then moaned. Tim looked turned toward her and realized that she was staring at him while fingering herself under her skirt. Then she closed her eyes, violently shook, while exhaling his name as if it were a magical word.

“Tiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmm” she breathed.

A few moments later, she opened her eyes and said, “This is the best date I’ve ever been on. Tim, can we go out more often?”

“But Gary…”

“I’m done with Gary,” she said, scowling, “I’ll break up with him right now.” She grabbed her iPhone from the console and tapped out a text message, “there. I’m single.”

“Then yes,” Tim said, his joy finally chasing the last of his worries of the day from his mind.

She leaned over and squeezed Tim’s hand.

“I have a favour to ask of you, boyfriend,” she relished saying the word, “can we go to your place? I need to borrow some clothes. I can’t show up back home like this.”

They had just left Tim’s house, but right then he would have agreed to anything she asked. And so back home they went, the new couple. Tim hoped he could get her cleaned up before his mom and dad saw her. Covered in his spunk would be an awkward way to meet the parents.