|
I Had to Have This Boy
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
From kaiwan.com!wetware!olivea!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!cs.utexas.edu!asuvax!news.asu.eduNewsWatcher!user Wed Nov 23 16:32:59 1994
Path: kaiwan.com!wetware!olivea!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!cs.utexas.edu!asuvax!news.asu.ed!NewsWatcher!user
From: sorry (anonymous)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "I had to have this boy"(m/f-teen)
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories
Date: Thu, 17 Nov 1994 21:36:22 -0700
Organization: not really anywhere
Lines: 182
Message-ID: <[email protected]>
NNTP-Posting-Host: 129.219.2.101
Xref: kaiwan.com alt.sex.stories:40943
The following story is ficticious.
It contains sex between two consenting teenagers.
Read it.
I HAD TO HAVE THIS BOY
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The cold air stung my lungs at I glanced over at Matt. It was so
cold his breath was frosty in the air. He looked at me and quickly glanced
away.
I was extremely drunk. I had just broken up with my long-term
boyfriend earlier in the week, the boy who had taken my virginity. I had
vowed to get completely smashed this weekend. Now here I was, being escorted
home by a freshman 'cause my friends didn't want me walking home alone. I
had been crying, so drunk at the party, I had insisted on going home NOW and
so they grabbed Matt and told him to walk me home because everybody else was
either too drunk to drive or busy getting on somebody.
My heart raced when our eyes had briefly met. I knew this boy had a
crush on me, and it drove me wild. I had just wanted to say, "Awwwwhhhh" all
year, whenever he had come up with a lame excuse to talk to me, to stand by
me, whenever he had gathered the courage to utter a word to me. It made my
stomach flutter when he stammered mid sentence as he tried desperately to
find something to say next.
I remember the time his buddies grabbed me at lunch, yelling, "Hey
Matt, it's your girl! It's your girl!" What could I do but look away,
pretending I didn't hear as he told them to shut up, red faced. I felt bad
for him, the way his buddies teased him. Well, maybe he was rather immature,
even for a freshman. I couldn't help but remember the senior I had had a
crush on when I was a freshman, and wondered if Matt had some of the same
thoughts about me, especially at night, as I had had about that boy.
But right then I was so drunk, I nearly tripped over the curb as I
stumbled over it. I wanted to say something to him, but the silence was
deafening. I started crying again, saying how I hated my ex-boyfriend and
how my life sucked. "Oh, come on," Matt said. "Maybe you're better off
without him."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah. Yeah, you deserve better."
"Thanks. You're so nice Matt!" I exclaimed, fawning (my usual drunk
line: "You're so nice!")
His blue eyes, framed by long lashes, studied my face as we
walked in the moonlight. I knew he knew I was drunk. I wondered what he was
thinking, if he had had some great plan all along to get me into bed that he
never *quite* got a chance at, considering I had always had a boyfriend since
he had known me. Maybe some plan that he was always altering here and there,
while he never gave up. I wondered if he was thinking it was now his big
chance.
I leaned on him suddenly, wrapping my arms around him while I sobbed
into his shoulder, "Matt, you're so nice..."
He awkwardly put his arm around me, whispering, "Don't cry" to me as
we tried to continue walking while I was nearly backward, my arms still
around him as I clung to him desperately. I continued crying as we reached
my house.
He stood awkwardly on my doorstep as I tried to unlock the door and
undo the security system at the same time. I'm sure he didn't know what to,
if he should listen to his common sense that was telling him I would laugh at
him hysterically and tell him to get lost if he asked to come in, or whether
to go with his primal urges and stay around. I wondered if he could ignore
the bulge I had felt in his pants as I had clung to him, my seventeen
year-old body pressing against his. I wondered if I could ignore it.
The swung open, into the pitch black house.
"Come in with me," I pleaded grabbing his hands as my eyes tried to
focus.
"I'm scared-it's all dark," my voice croaked.
"Ok," he whispered, staring at my hand as I grabbed his clumsily and
pulled him in. The door closed behind us and we were emerged in darkness.
I pulled him toward my bedroom. I could hear his rapid breathing
over the soft sounds of his tennis shoes on the hall carpet. Thank God, my
parents were out of town that week.
"See if anybody's in there," I ordered, pushing him in my room as I
hung back in the hallway, still crying.
"I'm sure there's nobody in there..." he started to protest.
"Just do it," I whined.
He reached in an turned on my light. No one in there.
He glanced around my room, taking in everything instantly: from the
box on my floor filled with picture frames and miscellaneous junk left over
from my relationship with Ryan, to my stuffed animals on my shelf, and
finally to my double bed with the soft pillows and down conforter. His eyes
stopped dead at the bed. I wondered if he'd fantasized about my bed before,
being in it, maybe about making love to me under its covers.
I walked past him into the room and switched on the bed side lamp. I
sat on the bed and put my head in my hands. God, I was drunk.
I don't know how long I sat like that as Matt stared at me, but
finally I heard his low voice stammer,
"Umm, umm, do you want me to leave?"
My eyes refused to focus as I looked at him standing in the doorway.
"Wait, comere..." I said to him. His mouth slightly open, he walked
over to me slowly, swallowing. He eargerly sat on the bed next to me.
"Are you gonna go back to Dana's?" (Dana was my best friend whose
house the party at been at; Matt was friends with her little brother Mike,
which was how he got to a senior party in the first place).
"I dunno," he said. "Mike was getting with some girl earlier and I"m
not sure he wants me to still spend the night. I might just walk home, it's
not that far."
"But it's so cold!" I exclaimed, looking at him like he was the
bravest guy in the world.
"Oh," he said shyly, smiling down at his hands, which were
conveniently in his lap, hiding the bulge from me.
I stood up, and he immediately stood up too. I walked around to the
end of my bed, where I paused, not remembering what I was looking for or
where I had been going. Instinctively, he followed me and stood next to me
as I began laughing drunkenly, incoherently exclaiming about how funny it was
that I didn't know what I had been going to get. He smiled at me, still
studying my face with his huge blue eyes. I grabbed his jacket and laughed
hysterically into his shoulder. I put my arms around him and snuggled close
to him. I could feel his heart pounding.
My arms still around him, I drew back and smiled at him. My smile
faded, and his eyes grew panicky as I just looked at him. I rose up on my
tip toes and kissed him gently on the mouth. He sucked in air rapidly; God,
I thought the boy was going to hyperventilate. I didn't pull back though,
and he began to kiss me back. I opened my mouth and slipped my tongue in to
touch his. My arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders while we kept
kissing. His hands slid down my back, bravely resting on my ass.
My insides were quivering, I hadn't felt this way in a long time. I
pulled away again, and slid my hands down his chest as he stared at me.
"Matt," I whispered. "Have you ever made love before?"
He gulped again, and shook his head, not looking me in the eye, as
he hung his head. Oh, I thought, he's embarassed about his virginity! My
heart swelled. I began kissing him again, his neck and his ear while he
breathed out in a rush.
"Make love to me tonight," I pleaded. "Matt please make love to me."
"Yes," he whispered. "Oh God, yes."
I began slowly undressing him, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it
off while I kissed the soft white skin of his chest. My tongue licked his
hard nipple.
We lay on the bed and kissed. Eager, and not knowing exactly what he
was supposed to do, he practically tried to stick it in me before we were
even completely undressed.
"No, no," I gently said. "Not yet... Not that yet." I pushed him
off me gently, and got him on his back. I kissed his mouth, and his ears,
and his neck. I licked both his nipples, and lay my head down on his
muscular chest as it heaved up and down rapidly. I stuck my tongue in his
belly button as he groaned, knowing I'm sure the direction I was headed in
and what I was after. I kissed the baby fine hairs below his navel. They
ran in a streak down into his jeans. I finished unbuttoning his jeans, and
he lifted up so I could pull them off. HIs hard cock stuck out of the hole
in his underwear. Odd thought, I wondered if his mother folded her son's
underwear. I wondered what she would think if she could see him now...
His underwear off completely, I began teasing him as his breathing
became even more coarse and rapid. I began licking his thighs, and then
kissing his pubic hair as his cock rubbed in my long hair. I crawled between
his spread thighs from where I had been next to him, and he looked at me, his
eyes glassy. I massaged his thighs and ran my tongue through his pubic hair.
He groaned, I knew I was driving him crazy. Our eyes met. "Please," he
whispered, begging me for more.
I continued kissing his thighs, then moved my head up and let my
tongue slightly touch his warm balls. He gasped, his hips jerking up. I
swallowed one of his balls while he moaned. I slid my tongue up the length
of his long hard dick. I swirled my tongue around, and slid it back down to
his full balls. I gently took one into my mouth and sucked it a little. All
the while he was whimpering like a baby. I tongued the underside of his
dick's head, and he cried out. I finally took the swollen head into my mouth
and sucked it. I rubbed his shaft with my hands while his hands gripped my
head, his fingers running through my hair. I took the whole thing into my
mouth and began pumping, sucking his dick rapidly. His hips began slowly
racking, bucking to meet my mouth instinctively. I glanced up at him without
letting go of my prize. His head was thrown back on the pillow and his mouth
was open. His hip thrusts became faster, sticking his cock into my throat
and nearly gagging me. My God, I thought, he's fucking my mouth. His
whimpering became louder and he started to yell while I sucked faster, as
fast as I could.
"OhmyGod, ohmyGod," he yelled. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he groaned
as his sperm exploded into my mouth and down my throat. His hips were lifted
off the bed completely as he tried as desperately as he could to get as deep
as he could. He came so much I couldn't handle it all and it seeped out of
the corners of my mouth.
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" he grunted. With one final "Unngghh!" he
collapsed on the bed and tried to catch his breath. I looked up at him from
between his sweaty thighs and saw his facial expression.
Oh God, I thought, Matt's in heaven.
TO BE CONTINUED....
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
? Brought To You By: Head's Up BBS (909) 681-3721 (2400-19200) ?
? ?
? * Over 11,000 GIF Files * Over 2,000 Text Files * ?
? * Original Scans * HOT Message Areas * 7 Day Free Test Drive * ?
? ?
? All Interests: Straight, Oral, Anal, Bi-Sexual, Lesbian, ?
? Gay, Transexual, Bondage, Discipline, ?
? Toys, Odd Things, ORIGINAL SCANS!, MORE!!!! ?
? ?
? Come Join The Best BBS in Southern California! ?
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
|
|
