Chloe squirmed on the bullet inside her. Ollie had become such an expert teasing her with it, while keeping a couple fingers free on the same hand to caress her labia and her clitoris. She uselessly squirmed around on it, too horny to remain steady for even a moment. She was seconds away from her climax, from all her worries and stress melting away.
But she couldn't finish yet. Familiar terror set in, and Chloe thrashed her arms at Ollie, and launched herself up to a sitting position on her bed. The mighty pounding in her heart overtook any sensation of pleasure, and she stared at the door in maddening dread, while her warm sweat turned to glacial ice. The old wooden door, painted and repainted, but still showing signs of age, was a magnificent, original fixture of that old cottage. And sticking out, shimmering under glorious golden sunlight, a brass key calling to her. Chloe had lived in this house her whole life, and always forgot about that damn key.
"Relax, Honey Bun. I locked it." Ollie told her. He rose up next to her, and brushed her hair back over her shoulders. He ran a hand up her stomach to get a cheeky squeeze of her breasts before she noticed. Wearing that T-shirt during their play frustrated him to no end. Chloe shot him a sweet smile.
"Thanks." She sighed. The two laid back together. And Chloe felt her wetness. Her edge was already a forgotten dream. But her stress stubbornly remained and it felt a heavier burden than ever.
"I told you I locked it before we started. Did you forget?"
"...Yeah." Chloe blushed while she answered. But she hadn't forgotten; just a few seconds prior to that pseudo panic attack she remembered well that he had locked it. Chloe had struggled to cope with stress since she was little, and her best friend Ollie, oafish as he was, rarely helped to put her fears to rest. At least, since they turned eighteen the year prior, he had come up with one way to help her.
Chloe kept her eyes fixed on the prominent crack decorating an otherwise plain white ceiling. She could feel Ollie's eyes burning into her, but couldn't muster the courage to stare back into him and let their souls talk. He was conventionally handsome, for a teenager, with lush, vibrant brown hair styled with an expensive haircut.
To him, Chloe was the most beautiful girl in the world with golden hair and eyes the colour of the clearest oceans. With a perfect, busty body.
They began again, with Ollie slowly inserting the bullet into her wet pussy, and Chloe closing her hand around his meaty cock. Slowly stroking up and down on the shaft, Chloe cast her mind back to that first day where their relationship changed forever:
"Ollie! Get out!" She screamed when her best friend walked in on her changing. Smirking and taking a moment to admire her sexy body, even though she wore her underwear, Ollie closed the door and called out from the other side.
"I'm not sorry. You're looking good, 'Chloepatra'." He half-heartedly remarked. Chloe stomped up to the door and turned the key. The heavy bolts slammed into place burdened by Chloe's fury. Leaving her had against the key, she paused dead. And cursed herself for forgetting to lock the door when she knew Ollie was coming to pick her up. They were headed out for the day and she was already stressed out enough about the logistics of getting there and back again afterwards.
On his side of the door, Ollie gormlessly stared down at the tent he had pitched in his trousers, hardly concerned about what Chloe would say when she saw it. He had not the sense--nor had the shame--to hide the effect Chloe had on him from her innocent eyes.
"Gross..." She mewed when she opened the door.
"This is your fault, Babe. Better take responsibility."
"Fuck off." She thoughtlessly erupted. Hoping to backtrack, she checked over the stairs to make sure her parents were out of earshot. "Go to the bathroom and take care of it."
With no more convincing, Ollie turned and headed to the upstairs toilet. Not wanting to hear that, Chloe returned to her room, and sat staring into her small collection of makeup, unsure whether she had the fortitude to wear any that day.
She sat aimlessly rummaging for ten minutes before heading back to the bathroom.
"Ollie. What are you doing in there?" She asked in hush tones. "We need to get going."
"Sorry, Sweet Cheeks, but I'm a sixty minute man. So unless you want to lend me a hand--or two--this might take a while. I bet I'd cum real quick if you did it."
"Lend you a hand?! You pig!" She called out. Still, the clock was ticking, and she was a time bomb. In situations like that, Chloe was prone to stupid mistakes. The bomb went off, and the payload was too much stress for her to bear.
"Fine... Come to my bedroom." She conceded. A defeated Chloe dawdled back, and Ollie emerged to follow.
Inside the feminine room of Chloe's childhood, Ollie lay down on the bed wearing the hugest grin she'd ever seen from those pearly teeth.
"You're loving this, aren't you?" Chloe asked.
"Not at all. I'm about to be, though."
"Hurry up, get it out." She answered. Though Ollie had another sarcastic comment on his tongue, he chose not to spill it and not try his luck any further. He unzipped his trousers as asked, and made sure to squeeze as he grasped his cock. He made a show of revealing it to his best friend, making sure to point it upright and pull back his foreskin for the very best view he could offer.
"Impressive, huh?" Ollie asked.
"Is it?" Chloe genuinely begged. She had no clue whether this was big or small, or just average. Chloe had never watched porn in part thanks to the child filter her parents had on their router. And this was her very first sexual encounter.
Overcome by curiosity, the teen wasted no time reaching out for him, and she wrapped her dainty hand around his cock. In his embrace, it was a knife. But in hers, it was a mighty broadsword. A dribble of pre-cum wet his crown, and Chloe, lost in her own mind and without hesitation, ran her thumb over to it and spread it around. She jumped when she felt Ollie's hand guide hers.
"Whoa, sorry Lamb Chops. Didn't mean to spook you. Are you enjoying this that much?"
His question made Chloe sigh before she even considered it. Yet the question tumbled around in her head. She was enjoying herself, she realised. The way her heart pounded, the way her mouth hung open and the way her hand moved as if controlled by someone else all painted the image of a teen girl overcome by lust. But there was also the distinct pang of regret in her gut. To do this for a boy she wasn't dating made her feel easy and cheap. Her face twitched between emotions she had no time to sort through. She could only lean into one or the other. So she made the brave decision to let go of her worry, and enjoy this as Ollie wanted her to.
Chloe took hold of his shaft and began to stroke, overtaken with a trembling electricity.
For Ollie himself, this was the first time he felt someone else's hand around his cock. It was an awesome feeling, and he knew instantly that he wanted it again, if only Chloe could manage it.
Chloe remained on her knees, in between the gap of Ollie's open legs, in the perfect position to lean in and give his snake a kiss. But she didn't. There was no way she could force herself to go any further than this despite how her pussy now slobbered for more.
"How long is this supposed to take?" Chloe tore her eyes away from Ollie's impressive cock to his eyes. He stared at those full lips, softly pouted waiting for an answer. He couldn't take a huge smile off his face.
"It'll take all day if you go that slowly. Go faster."
"You're awfully bossy for someone getting a handjob. I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." He encouraged. Chloe's hand shook left and right as she frantically rubbed up and down the length of his cock. Ollie made sure to put a show on for her, and let out breathy groans for her work. It did put a smile on Chloe's face. Having this effect on him made Chloe feel sexy, and that helped reduce her anxiety a little.
When Ollie finished all over his stomach, he smirked up at her and her face soured.
"Whatever you're going to say, just forget it."
"Little help cleaning it up? Come on, Foxy, you know you're dying for a taste."
