If there was one thing you could say about Charlie, it was she loved doing things her way.
My name is Al, and I guess you could call me Charlie's boyfriend...although we've never actually been on what you'd call a "real" date. Charlie and I had been dating for the last three years, and I can't remember one instance when we were on a real "date."
Charlie and I would spend a lot of time together, sure, but with her, it always seemed like we were best buddies rather than boyfriend and girlfriend.
I guess that's just the road some high school couples take when they decide to become significant others.
Although you don't really date in high school (at least at mine anyway), you just hook-up and then decide if the person you hooked-up with is interesting enough to entertain yourself with in-between make-out sessions. I always remember me and Charlie being surrounded by our close-knit friends during high school; never really being completely alone whenever we got together, and when we were completely alone, we could never really manage to get along well enough to play the bases...so to speak.
Anyway, to say that Charlie and I had a turbulent relationship was an understatement.
For reasons I could never really put my finger on, Charlie was always a little uncomfortable when we were alone...rarely letting me get more than a few make-out sessions in every few days, and almost no foreplay in-between...and as far as sex goes...sex was out of the question. Sure, I'd get a satisfying blowjob that seemed to make up for the lack of sex...but I always happened to have that one monkey on my back as far as the physical part of our relationship was concerned.
Now, a few kisses and blowjobs here and there might be all well and good for some teenagers, hell, I had it better than most of my other guy friends...but Charlie and I had been together longer than any of the other couples at our high school, and the fact was, I was a little "unhappy" with my situation...
"When I'm ready I'll let you know..."
That was her answer to my repeated attempts to penetrate the chastity of her locked-down pussy lips.
My problem seemed to lie in the fact that Charlie had a lot of control in our relationship. She and I had been virgins all through high school...(at the behest of her social standings)...but now that I had graduated I was getting a little impatient with Charlie's constant excuses.
What I couldn't really understand was how Charlie always appeared willing to take our relationship to the next level...(after night after night of slobbery blowjobs and gratuitous dry humping she seemed willing to do anything)...but something always appeared to stop her from going all the way.
So the burning question remains: "Why didn't I dump her?"
Well, Charlie, in spite of her sexual shortcomings was my closest friend. Even with me being a year older than she was, we'd been friends since middle school and we'd always been there for each other through thick and thin. To dump her would be like saying goodbye to a close family member...or a sister even (better than my own one anyway).
Charlie also happened to be one of the most beautiful girls I had ever known. She was 5' 6", had shoulder-length sandy blond hair, dark green catlike eyes, and a flawless tan complexion that could be associated with beach-crazy California surfers. Her breasts were fairly large, but in a subtle way, like they could be tucked away under a thick sweater and kept hidden from all the gawking low lives that'd stare at her when we'd go on walks around town. It drove me crazy every time she'd wear something revealing and low-cut, showcasing goods that weren't for sale, (of course she could make all the jealousy melt away with a well-executed afternoon of groping and fondling, followed by a spectacular BJ that would starve off the sexual beast I had residing inside for the time being).
Charlie was also one of the most physically active girls at our school...and boy, did she look it! If there was a sport a girl could do, chances are Charlie wanted to be a part of it. Softball, soccer, field hockey, volleyball, swimming...the list was a very tall order. It made me little jealous some nights...knowing my girlfriend would rather beat around regulation-sized sports balls than suck on and play with mine. However, the end result of all that activity happened to be very pleasing, both visually and bodily.
As I said, she was tan all over, tight as a drum, legs to kill for, had an ass as full and pert as a model's, and what some would say her finest feature: six-pack abs (which she always did her best to show off...).
Having a girlfriend that was as drop-dead gorgeous and fun to be around all seemed like pluses in my book, but the lack of sex always bugged me, even with the somewhat gratuitous supply of blowjobs provided by hers truly.
Another good reason for keeping Charlie around as long as I have: She happened to be a master of blowjobs. I could never really understand Charlie's way when it came to being intimate; some times she'd be more willing to give me head than to kiss or fuck me. I guess she assumed it was the quickest way to get me off without me getting on top of her, I suppose that makes sense, to Charlie at least.
Charlie was so good at giving head, she even had a stud put in her tongue so she could get me off even quicker than before. It worked well, seeing as Charlie quite possibly had the longest tongue in the history of tongues, (think Gene Simmons crossed with a bulldog, how she managed to hide all of it behind her pouty lips was a mystery to me).
Charlie didn't just give blowjobs out of convenience; she genuinely enjoyed sucking me off. Almost all the time, Charlie would get bored doing everyday things, like hanging out with our friends, playing sports, when we were on a "date," or doing something "unfulfilling" according to Charlie. When she was horny, she'd call me up or grab me by the collar and throw me into the nearest secluded space, and suck me dry until my balls felt like shriveled raisins. Sometimes she'd take all 8 inches of my cock into her mouth and suck down all my juices after I'd cum, letting my semen swim through her mouth in a beautiful display of erotic cum-swapping.
Of course, after she'd preformed one of these expert blowjobs, I always wanted to return the favor, anything to get closer to her sweet cunt. But what I never understood about Charlie, was, she never seemed to want the head I'd give her. Sure, when I could give to her I did, but most times she'd just swallow my cum and leave the room; sometimes she'd just get in her car and drive home after sucking me off, not wanting to cuddle or bask in the sexual release like most girls her age, fearing, I guess, that it would lead to something more...
But it was always:
"I'm sorry, but, I've got to go...classes...dance...big game tomorrow..."
If she'd spent, as much time fucking and less doing school activities, there's no telling how much pussy my cock would have seen...
Charlie always seemed to have some thing planned to keep me and my member home on lazy nights. But that was one of those things about Charlie...she was full of secrets.
I always wondered why she'd leave in such a hurry, luckily, I finally found out a short while ago.
Now, near the middle of her senior year, (she had just turned nineteen), I remember we were fooling around in my bedroom, and I came too early and shot my load all over her face and chest; getting it all over her tank top and tits. Now when I cum, I cum a lot, and it's almost as if gallons of semen are shooting out of me (sometimes I'd wonder how she could swallow so much so quickly). But Charlie wasn't mad about it or anything, she just got up from the floor, walked over to my bathroom, shut the door closed behind her and told me not to disturb her.
Now being as horny and curious as I was there was no way I was going to let my tan-and-tight fox of a girlfriend escape my eyes after such a sexy display of grade-A head giving. So, about a minute later, I crept up from my bed, in a blowjob-induced euphoria, and peeked through a small crack in the door...only to see my girlfriend trying her best to lick as much of my cum off her face as she could!
I could see her in my bathroom mirror, and it like she was trying to eat up all of my cum, like it was the best thing she ever tasted and she couldn't get enough of it. The look on her face was orgasm inducing; she was moaning softly, and her eyes were rolling in the back of her head.
It was like she was getting high off on my juices!
On top of all of that she had peeled off that second skin she referred to as jeans and had preceded to finger-fuck her tight cunt with her free hand; the other was in her mouth, savoring the taste of my cum, using that huge cock-loving studded tongue of hers to clean the sperm out of the spaces between her fingers, (hearing her moan so passionately was unbearable).
Needless to say, I was horny as fuck and was already getting hard once more, so I threw caution to the wind and quickly tip toed into the bathroom...
I had recently moved out of my parent's house and had rented a place of own (Charlie had started spending the night, but we'd only shared the bed a few times and I hadn't tried anything too drastic that would scare her off, unfortunately), so there was little chance of us being interrupted or caught.
It was the middle of the night (Charlie had neglected to turn the light on rather than risk damage to her sensitive retinas), so I felt she wouldn't see me sneaking up behind her.
Besides, she was too busy enjoying the sweet taste of my sweet cum to notice anything outside her own little satisfying world. It wasn't until I was less than a foot away from Charlie that I felt like just taking her right then and there, consequences be damned...bending her over my bathroom's sink and fucking her senseless until she begged me to stop...
"Mmmmmmmmmh..."
