I swear I didn't see it coming.
Lorna, my girl at the time, was one year my senior and at nineteen, red-hot. I just didn't know how hot. I was about to find out.
To young to have our own place, she'd bring me back to her folk's home, take me up to her bedroom and stuff a pillow into her mouth to stifle her screams as I worked her into a frenzy. I'd look up while my mouth and tongue worked her pussy, watching her writhing around, pillow clutched to face, desperately trying to smother her wailing moans. I'm sure her parents heard her, but they never said a thing.
She'd come almost immediately, then grind against me, her legs locked around my head as she urged me on for her second. A long, muffled wail, her shuddering thighs and my drenched face told me when she came for the second time. Within seconds, she'd throw the pillow away and, her face flushed and smiling, she would grin as she watched me move up between her long slender legs.