5:30am
I was already awake when my alarm went off, my head spinning with excitement. For most of my peers, it was just a Friday in late September, with the anticipation of the start of the school year long since replaced by the dull routines of homework and after-school jobs. But for me, this was a day like no other, a day I'd been eagerly anticipating for months: my eighteenth birthday!
I didn't feel any more grown up than the day before, but by many standards, I was now an adult. I sprung out of bed and over to the full-length mirror on my closet door to see if I looked any more mature, any more responsible. Nope, I laughed to myself. Same Kylie as yesterday! High school senior, honor student, captain of the cheerleading squad.
I had just finished getting dressed when the two-way radio on my nightstand buzzed. There was only one person it could be. Jonathan lived next door, and we'd been buddies for as long as I could remember. Our parents had gotten us the walkie-talkies years ago, so that we would stop hollering out our bedroom windows at each other whenever we had something to say. He was a year older than me, and taking this year to work before going off to college.
"Good morning, Jonathan," I spoke into the radio, then waited to hear his reply.
"Happy Birthday, Kylie! Can I come over? I have a present for you!"
"Aww, you're too sweet! Sure, come on over!"
No more than a minute later, Jonathan knocked on my bedroom door, and I told him to let himself in. My hands were full putting my long blonde hair up into a ponytail, which I tied with a blue ribbon.
"Wow, Kylie, you look amazing in that uniform!" I always wore my cheerleading uniform to school on game days. He tossed a small wrapped gift onto the bed.
"That's the Bulldog alum talking, you'll never get the school colors out of your system!" I playfully spun around for him, giving him the full view of my cheerleader skirt and sweater, blue with white and gold trim.
"No, really, Kylie, you are sensational."
"What do you mean?" He had never talked to me like this before.
"I mean, silly, that you have a great body. Your tits look amazing in that sweater, and I can't take my eyes off your tight ass and gorgeous legs."
"Wow, um, Jonathan, I don't know what to say!" Not only had Jonathan never said anything like this to me before, but nobody else had either. Tits and ass?
"No need to say anything, why don't you just come over here."
I took a few steps towards him, and once I was close enough, he wrapped his arm around my waist and swiftly pulled me close. As soon as I looked up into his eyes, his lips found mine. Oh my god, was this going to be my first kiss? With Jonathan? I felt weak in the knees. His hands now pushed their way inside my sweater, and I moaned at the new sensation as his fingers squeezed my breasts.
Without knowing what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer, and I could feel a bulge growing in his pants, pressing against me. Surprised, I dropped my hands and pulled away from him slightly. I was very nervous, but also very curious, as I let one hand come to rest on the front of his sweats, gently feeling the bulge, feeling it grow bigger and harder under my touch.
"Don't be afraid of it, Kylie. That's it, just move up and down against it."
Fascinated, I pulled away from him even further and dropped to my knees in front of him, the bulge now directly in front of my face. I looked up at Jonathan for more direction, not sure what to do next. He smiled, and then brought his fingers to the waist of his sweats, pushing them down to his knees, and I was amazed at what I saw next. It was at least seven inches long, hard, and throbbing.
"Do you like my cock, Kylie? Do you want to touch it?"
I looked up at him, smiling, and said, "It's so big!!"
He laughed, then sighed as I took it into my hands, moving back and forth as he had instructed earlier. After a few moments, he took one of my hands gently in his and led it to the base of his - what did he call it? - his cock, and showed me how to fondle the two balls that dangled there.
"That's it, Kylie. Just like that. Do you want to suck it?"
I tore my eyes away from the object of my fascination and gave him what must have been a shocked look. Suck it? I had never imagined such a thing. But I had no reason not to trust Jonathan, not to do what he suggested, so I leaned in, tentatively at first and then with more confidence, and put his cock into my mouth.
At first I just held an inch or so in my mouth, but then, drawn in by the warmth of his skin, his wonderful scent, and the obvious pleasure my touch brought him, I let myself move back and forth with more enthusiasm, so that I was bobbing up and down on it, taking more of it into my mouth with each stroke. After a few minutes of this, I felt his body start to move more roughly, and at first I pulled away, but he urged me to keep going. "No, Kylie, don't stop, please just keep doing exactly what you're doing, it's wonderful, trust me!"
"Ummmm hmmmm," was all I could say in response, my mouth full of cock, his hands now clutching at my head and shoulders to control my movements. A few moments later, Jonathan jerked, let out a huge moan, and I felt something warm shoot into my throat. Pulling away quickly, more of the warmth hit my lips, and then my face, as I realized that the substance was coming out of the end of Jonathan's cock.
Jonathan pulled up his sweats, then helped me to my feet, saying, "Well, Kylie, how did you enjoy giving your first blow job?"
"Is that what that's called?"
He smiled, nodded, then added, "Looks like we'd better get you cleaned up before you go off to school." He took me by the hand into the bathroom next to my room, and gently cleaned off my face with a moist towel. I managed to lick some of the warm, sticky liquid from my lips before he could remove it, and was surprised that I actually enjoyed the taste. Salty and tangy.
"Yum, it's good! What is it?"
"Most guys call it cum, Kylie. And believe me, if you like the taste of it, you'll be very popular."
I gave him a quizzical look, not sure exactly what he meant, but before I could ask, he spoke again.
