"Hey Good-looking'!"
Amy's boyfriend Robbie hollered to her across the front lawn of the school. She turned and watched with pleasure as he jogged towards her. She still felt lucky every time she realized anew that he was her boyfriend. He was so cute with dimples, black hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. Robbie grabbed Amy and swung her around before swooping her down into a big, romantic kiss.
"My dad's out of town today." Glee shone in his electric blues. "We can have the house to ourselves. Wanna come over for a candlelight dinner?"
Amy smiled happily. This was part of what she loved about Robbie. He was so romantic. She knew other girls' boyfriends would think of an empty house as an opportunity to get laid. Robbie thought of soft music and a candlelight dinner. They had been dating for almost six months already and he had kissed her and held her hand while they walked and never tried to go any farther. "Except, she thought to herself, "for that one night he got a little drunk at a party and ran his hand up the back of my skirt, over my ass, as he kissed me." Even then his innate gentlemanliness had stopped him from trying to press his advantage.
"Sure, handsome. What time should I come over?"
"How about now? We can do some studying and then watch tv or something before we eat. I told Amanda she could have the rest of the day off. She'll leave something I can put together easily for dinner. Just you and me, babe."
Amy gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him she'd be over as soon as she dropped off her stuff and showered. She had gym her last period of the day but had skipped her after workout shower so that she could meet Robbie on the lawn.
House doesn't begin to describe where Robbie lived. He lived in a mansion up on a hill overlooking the town. His mom had died giving birth to him and his father never remarried. He and his father lived in a huge place with just a live in cook. Housecleaning was taken care of by a maid service that came in twice a week. Amy had asked Robbie once if he didn't get lonely in that great big house with just his dad. He laughed and said no, he was blessed with a lot of cousins who were frequently in and out and his dad always seemed to have all the time in the world for him. Actually it was sometimes a blessing to have time to himself. Which was why, she thought, he seemed so happy that his dad was out of town and that they would have the house to themselves.
Robbie grabbed a couple of cokes and some chips out of the kitchen and they settled down in what he called the conservatory. A big, sunlit room with wall-to-wall windows on two sides. It was Robbie's favorite room, filled with plants and even, outrageously, butterflies flitting from place to place. They sat on the couch with their books spread out on the table in front of them and started to study but the soft air and warmth of the sun soon made them drowsy. Robbie finally stretched out full length on the couch and Amy nestled in between his legs, her head on his chest, and they took a nap.
The sun was just setting when Amy awoke, spreading a soft glow through the room. While she had been napping she had moved down the couch and now her cheek was resting on Robbie's crotch. She never knew what possessed her, maybe the warmth of the sun, maybe how safe and cosy she felt, but she pressed her lips against the bulge in his jeans. She was surprised at herself. She had never done anything like that, never thought about doing anything like that. Maybe she was immature but her fantasies, such as they were, revolved around romance and kissing, sex never entered into them, except maybe for the occasional tingly feeling "down there". But today she opened her mouth, pressed against Robbie and exhaled warm air through his jeans. She was startled to feel his cock move and it seemed to start to swell.
"Mmmmmmm. God, baby, that feels so good." Robbie's voice was thick with sleep and happiness. Suddenly he sat bolt upright, almost knocking Amy off the couch.
"Um. Geez, Amy! I don't think you should do that!" She laughed out loud at the shocked look on his face. She didn't know yet how this could make a man crazy. She really was naive. Snuggling back against him Amy continued to kiss his growing bulge.
"Oh my God, Robbie. Look, you're getting bigger!"
"Amy, stop! You're making me crazy!"
"Please, Robbie. Let me take it out. I've never seen a real guy naked before." Real guy. She laughed to herself. She meant somebody other than the occasional glimpse of her brother or dad as they changed into swim trunks or emerged from the bathroom after a shower. Her own words surprised her. She was feeling that tingle "down there" that usually accompanied thoughts of getting kissed by the handsome highwayman. She wasn't a bit scared, just curious, and happy and warm. Although she had some idea that this was what "bad girls" did, Amy knew she was safe with Robbie. Tentatively, she unzipped his pants and tugged his hardening cock out from behind his boxers and jeans. The sight of it excited her in a way that glimpses of her brother and dad never had. She wrapped her hand around it and felt it pulse in her palm.
Robbie collapsed back against the arm of the couch with a groan. "I don't think this is a good idea, Amy, but I don't seem to want to stop you either."
She ran her fingernails lightly down the length of his manhood. By now it was sticking straight up out of his pants. Now that it was out, she didn't know what to do with it. She continued to pet it, almost like one would a small animal. She was surprised to hear Robbie continue to moan and even more surprised to realize that his hips were raising up off the couch as he pressed himself against her hand.
"What should I do, Robbie? What do you want me to do?"
Again he moaned and then through gritted teeth he said, "Kiss it, lick it, take it in your mouth, keep stroking it! Anything! Just don't stop!"
Kiss it? What a strange thought. Amy realized she wanted to kiss it though, so she did. And then she took it in her mouth like he suggested. Just the head of it. The head that was smooth and pinker than the rest of his shaft. Intuitively her tongue flicked into the tiny opening at the tip. She looked up at Robbie and saw his eyes were closed and his cheeks flushed. She got on her knees between his legs and then leaned forward, her hands on either side of his hips. She could feel the sunlight warming her bottom and realized that her position had caused her skirt to ride up over her hips. She thought to tug it down but realized that there was no one to see, they were alone in the house and Robbie's eyes were closed. She kept her own eyes open as her mouth moved up and down on his cock and watched with interest as his hand moved to the opening of his pants and he cupped his balls. Feelings she had never experienced before surged inside of her. She could feel her panties slide up, splitting her pussy lips and her ass cheeks. She felt so good, so excited. She could hear herself moaning now as she licked and sucked at Robbie's sweet cock.
She heard a soft click. It seemed familiar but she couldn't place it. She looked around the room trying to identify the source but there was nothing. She thought she must have imagined it and returned her attention to Robbie's cock. Fluid was starting to seep out of the tip and she licked it up, intrigued by it's slightly salty, slightly sweet taste. Suddenly she was shocked out of her self. At the same time that something thick and rough insinuated itself under her panties and between her pussy lips a voice said, "What exactly is going on here?" And then more quietly, "As if it wasn't obvious."
Robbie shot up off the couch. She was too shocked to move. The finger, for that's what it was, in her panties gave one long, rough rub and a fingernail flicked against her clitoris, before it was withdrawn. She was amazed at how smoothly it slid out from between her lips and realized she was soaking wet. All of this happened in much less time than it takes to tell it. Frustration and fear filled her being.
"Da-a-ad!" Robbie gasped. "You, you're supposed to be out of town!"
By this time Amy had managed to collect herself somewhat and was seated on the couch frantically trying to tug her skirt down. A scent she didn't recognize but knew came from her seemed to fill the room.
Robbie's father dragged a finger under his nose and she blushed in embarrassment as she realized that it must be the finger that had insinuated itself into her most private regions just a moment before. She stared at his hand, mesmerized. She had never noticed how big Mr. Matthews' hands were. His fingers were both thick and long. His hands were easily twice the size of Robbie's. She trembled as her body recalled the feeling of that thick finger parting her lips.
"Yes, well," he said. "Looks like a good thing I had to come home early. You're in a lot of trouble, young man. Go get yourself straightened up and then get your ass back here, right quick!"
A look of mingled shame and fury crossed Robbie's face. "No!" He said. "I'm not going to go and leave you here with Amy. It's not her fault! It just, it just happened!"
His fathers gaze slid down to Robbie's withering cock. Mr. Matthews looked both amused and mocking. 'I'm not going to hurt her boy. I'm not even going to yell at her. Go get yourself straightened up and then you can take her home."
Abashed, Robbie did his father's bidding. She knew he was humiliated and torn between being a man and being a boy. The boy won out and he hurried out of the room.
Mr. Matthews looked down at her. With a half-smile he ran his finger under his nose again.
"Sweet." He said so softly she wasn't even sure she heard him.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh please Mr. Matthews. Don't be mad at Robbie. It was her fault, really it was. But we've never done it before. Honest!"
"And what do you think I should do, little lady? Now that I've caught you so brazenly sucking my son's cock?"
