Megs Sexual Diaries Ch 02

Brian felt like shit.

He kept finding any excuse he could to get away from people at the party; he went to the bathroom, went to get a fresh beer, anything to not get stuck in a conversation where he would have to explain his bad mood. At one point, he even decided to just leave and started walking back to his car, but he only got to the base of the driveway before he turned around, head down and hands in his pockets, and went back into the house.

He couldn't stop replaying the scene with Meg in his head. What had he done wrong? What could he have said, or done, differently? Was... was it just him? It was the only conclusion he kept coming back to: Meg just wasn't into him.

After all these years of pining, of nervously trying to drop hints, of words dying on his lips when they were on their own, he finally knew the truth. He and Meg would never be together. It hurt, a lot. She had been the only girl to capture his interest in, well... ever.

Meg was the whole package: smart, athletic, social, kind, and sexy as hell. Straight blonde hair, gorgeous bright blue eyes, a face made for smiling, perfect curves from chest to waist, and long legs that were like pieces of art when she was running or in leggings at school.

But she didn't flaunt how attractive she was, which only whetted Brian's desire. She didn't flirt obscenely, didn't show off her larger-than-average breasts. In fact, it almost seemed like she tried to hide them.

She... Brian's eyes fell on her as she walked back down the stairs. She didn't look unsteady at all, which was surprising since Brian had last her puking her guts out.

But that wasn't all that was different. Her long floral skirt and modest blouse were gone, replaced by a gauzy white dress that showed off the remarkable bust he had just been fantastizing about, emphasized her flat expanse of toned abdomen, and ended well above her knees.

Brian's mouth literally fell open, and judging from the hush that came over the room, his wasn't the only one. He scrambled to his feet, his eyes never leaving her, locked on the angelic image. He felt the front of his jeans tighten.

Her eyes roamed the room until they found his, and she smiled. A wide, genuine smile. Almost immediately, he felt his bad mood evaporate. He found himself smiling back, and forced himself to blink a few times.

'How ridiculous,' he thought to himself. After sitting there beating himself up for the past hour, Meg gives him one smile and he suddenly feels okay again? Brian was suddenly embarrassed and broke the gaze, looking away.

"DAMN, GIRL," Sophie broke the silence in the room as she stood up (off of the lap of Nate, one of Brian's friends from their high school basketball team, he noticed) and hustled over to Meg, adjusting her top as she went.

Everybody laughed and the sound of conversation gradually returned to the room. In a panic, Brian ran into the garage to grab a beer. He drained that one and cracked another, thinking things over.

It wasn't just Meg's outfit that had struck him so strongly; it was as much her demeanor. She had been practically glowing, confident and happy and ravishingly beautiful. He couldn't imagine what Anna and Amelia had said to her, but clearly it had worked wonders. And that smile... fuck, it made him think that maybe, just maybe, he still had a chance.

NO, he told himself firmly. She had made her thoughts

very clear: not interested. He would respect that, even if it was hard, even if it was... impossible. Ugh.

He shook his head and slowly walked back into the house.

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Meg returned to the party feeling gloriously lightheaded. Everything seemed to have soft, rosy glow to it and she couldn't stop smiling.

Her younger twin sisters, Anna and Amelia, pranced down the stairs right behind her, giggling and clearly very proud of themselves. Meg couldn't blame them, really; they had just succeeded in seducing their older sister, who happened to have been a virgin and would have sworn as recently as that morning that she would be waiting until she was married to have sex, and had never once thought of her little sisters in a remotely sexual manner.

Meg sighed. Even just a brief memory of the past hour was getting her horny. Why were they going downstairs again? Couldn't they just stay in her bed and...

Her eyes landed on Brian.

He was on the other side of the room, standing with a can of beer casually dangling from one hand while he talked to another guy from their high school basketball team (Jake, she thought his name was).

Just like earlier that day, it was as if Brian immediately felt Meg's eyes on him. He turned to meet her gaze, and his eyes widened comically. She thrust her chest out a little bit, not that it needed extra emphasis. The ridiculously thin dress Amelia had pulled out of the back of her closet for Meg to wear was only a hair shy of lingerie. It wasn't transparent but it clung to her bust closely enough to make it abundantly clear she didn't bother with a bra, and was short enough she would have to be careful not to bend over... unless Brian was standing behind her.

Speaking of Brian, he clearly didn't miss her gesture, as his eyes had left hers and were running over her body. Under his gaze, Meg felt a heat that was now becoming familiar rising again in her, centered between her legs.

She heard Sophie shout something, but her brain was not processing things correctly and she couldn't parse what the exact words were. Whatever it was, it broke Brian's trance. He tore his eyes off of Meg's breasts and practically sprinted out to the garage as Sophie came over to Meg. Meg's reverie ended as Brian disappeared, and she focused in on her best friend.

"What the hell, Meg! You look so cute!" Sophie squealed.

"Cute? Come on, Soph, give us some credit." Anna pouted, "This is far beyond cute, Meg here is SEXY!"

"Shhh!" Meg said, trying to put a hand over her sister's mouth. "Not so loud!"

"What? What did I say?" Anna giggled, pushing Meg's hand away. "Only the truth."

"And it looked like a certain someone agrees." Amelia added, aiming her eyes pointedly at the door to the garage that Brian had just exited through.

Sophie caught on quick, unfortunately. "This is for... OH! This is for HIM." She took a step back and winked. "I'll stay out of your way, then. I... have some things I need to get back to, anyway." One of the straps of her top fell off her left shoulder. She didn't bother to fix it. "Good luck, seductress."

Anna nudged Amelia, "Uh, yeah, we... are going to go over there." She gestured vaguely.

Amelia just smiled and squeezed Meg's butt before they both left as well. That left Meg on her own. As the expected prude at this party, her outfit was drawing plenty of eyes, but she wasn't interested in any awkward, flirty conversation right now. She had come down here for one reason, and she couldn't put it off any longer. She took a deep breath and headed for the garage.

Brian was just standing there, facing away from Meg and apparently staring at nothing. He had a beer in his hand, and the sight of it threatened to upset Meg's stomach again, but she forced herself to ignore it and stepped up to him.

"Um... Brian?"

He jumped and turned back to her. His eyes flicked across her body again, then away. His shoulders were tense, but when it came out, his voice was steady.

"Uh, hey there. New... dress, I see?"

Meg stifled a laugh and stepped closer to him, just closer than a normal conversation distance. "It's Amelia's. Do you like it? I was worried it would be a little too short on me."

She wasn't well-versed in being seductive, but she must have done something right because Brian nearly choked on his beer and had to clear his throat a few times before he could answer. "Yes, er... definitely. It's... yes." He still hadn't met her eyes.

This wasn't really working. She felt ready to throw him down on the ground and mount him, but he was clearly uncomfortable and confused. And who could blame him? She had essentially rejected him barely an hour ago, and now she corners him and plays the sexy little seductress?

She needed to find a a way to break the ice, but there was so much to say, so much that had been unsaid for... years, really. Meg took a second (and a half step backwards) to collect herself and try to quench the fire raging in her nether-regions.

"Look, Brian... I'm sorry about earlier. I was confused, and more than a little disoriented. I didn't mean to hurt you."

The honesty had its intended effect and she saw some of the tension leave Brian's shoulders.

It was his turn to take a deep breath. "It's... okay, Meg. It's better that I know."

Silence. "Know?" Meg asked tentatively. "Know what?"

"That you're not interested in me, Meg!" His voice rose with a sudden burst of emotion. "Who knows how long I would've waited for you, pined for you... fantasized about the day we would be together... only for it never to come! No... as hard as it is, Meg, I am glad that you made it clear you're not interested in me."

He cut off, and finally met Meg's eyes. She felt his gaze like a physical weight; the passion there made him look irresistably attractive. Looking up at him made her feel small, and her knees got a little weak. She couldn't resist stepping in close, her chest almost touching his.

"Brian, that's what I'm saying. I'm sorry I gave that impression, I know it seemed that way, but... it isn't what I meant." She lifted one hand and touched his cheek. He was frozen, standing perfectly still, but his eyes never left hers. "I want you, Brian. I've wanted you for... so long. And I've finally been convinced to do something about it."

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No coherent thoughts were going through Brian's head. He was looking down at the girl he'd had a crush on since they were young enough that he had barely understood what a crush was. Her hand was on his cheek, soft and warm and encouraging, and just a little hesitant.

And her eyes were locked onto his, bright clear blue even in the dim light of the garage. He tried to think, tried to process what was happening, but it was like swimming through maple syrup.

So he just kissed her.

She responded, enthusiastically. Her hand left his cheek and rested on the back of his neck, pulling slightly, wanting more. He obliged, and the kiss deepened. Meg's mouth opened without encouragement, and their tongues met.

Meg moaned into Brian's mouth, and her body moved forward to press into his. He could feel every contour of her through the fabric of her dress as he reached his arms around her, just above her waist, pulling her in. She went up on her tiptoes to reach his mouth better, and Brian's hands naturally fell lower, almost onto her butt.

He reached down and lifted her up. She smiled and laughed without ever breaking the contact between their lips, and her long legs wrapped around him. Her weight was like nothing with the adrenaline pumping through Brian's veins, and he kissed her again vigorously as he hugged her to him as tightly as he could while one of her hands ran through his hair.

He couldn't really look down to see, but judging from how she was grinding her hips into him, he sensed that the short skirt of her dress had ridden up and was no longer between them. He mentally cursed himself for wearing jeans, as they significantly dampened the sensation for him. Could he do anything about that? It wasn't like he could just take his jeans off here in the garage. Someone could walk in at any moment! Maybe...

Meg broke the kissing off and whispered in his ear "Take me upstairs."

Brian went to set her down on her feet, but she wouldn't let go. "No, carry me."

"Carry you? Through the house? Don't you think..."

"I don't care!" Meg exclaimed. "I don't care if people see, and I don't care what they think. I want you, Brian, and it isn't a secret."

Well, who could say no to that? Brian kissed Megs' neck once and then turned and slowly walked back into the house, through the crowd of their friends, and up the stairs. They elicited more than a few laughs, wolf whistles, and "Nice, man!"'s as they went, but Brian didn't respond beyond moving a hand to make sure the back of Meg's skirt was in place and not showing anything off to the room. What was under there was for him.

He felt a sudden and strong sense of possessiveness as he carried her upstairs. Right now, every guy in the room was jealous of Brian, wishing they were the ones to be heading upstairs with this gorgeous, wonderful girl. But they would never have her. He felt that so fiercely and certainly; No man but Brian would ever be with Meg. He would never let her go, not for the rest of their lives. How could he let something so perfect go after he had waited so long?

They eventually got to Meg's room, and he shut the door behind them before laying Meg out on her bed, reigniting the passionate kisses. Meg's dress had certainly ridden up, and now exposed a tiny white thong covering only the most sensitive parts, although not very well seen as how the fabric followed the contours of her clearly clean-shaven pussy lips.

He wanted to take even that off, but he couldn't ignore his stupid fucking jeans any longer. He quickly, and with fumbling hands, undid his belt, unzipped his fly, and slid them off, tossing them onto the floor. Much better. His cock, finally unconstrained, burst to its full height, tenting his loose boxers very obviously. Meg's eyes followed it hungrily.

"Keep going." She said under her breath, panting from their passionate make-out session. "I want to see it."

Brian obliged, standing next to the bed and taking off his boxers and his shirt, too, for good measure.

Meg exhaled and climbed off the bed, kneeling next to him. She hesitantly touched his shaft, running her fingertips down to his balls. Brian groaned in appreciation.

"I've... never seen one before, in person." Meg said softly, entranced.

Brian blinked, surprised. He had known that Meg was not by any means promiscuous, but... never? And that meant he would be her first. It meant she WANTED him to be her first.

Oh man, that was hot. If it was possible, he would have gotten even harder.

"We'll take it slow. Whatever you're comfortable with." Meg nodded. "And you don't have to..." he vaguely gestured down at her hand on his cock.

Meg smiled a little, almost embarrassed smile. "No, I want to." Her hand gripped his cock all the way around and stroked it once up and down. "I just might not be that good. Yet."

Brian groaned again as she stroked him. "Meg, you're so beautiful you could bite it off and I'd probably love it." His face immediately reddened. Where had that shit come from?

His mention of her mouth, though, even in a stupid kinky way, seemed to plant an idea in Meg. She drew closer, stopped stroking, and stuck out her tongue, touching the tip to the tip of his cock. It felt like heaven, and he involuntarily thrust his hips forward a little.

Meg giggled. "A little funny-tasting." Her brow furrowed, "Did you... come already?"

"No, uh, no Meg, that's just pre-cum."

"Oh, so like an appetizer? How generous of you." She stuck her tongue out again and gave the tip of his cock a long lick, then wrapped her lips around it, sucking gently. She kept going like that for a little while, sometimes taking in farther, but never too deep. Brian was perfectly fine with that, it felt absolutely incredible. He had had a girl try to deepthroat him before, and it had been uncomfortable for them both. This was way better.

Despite how slowly and gently she was moving, Brian felt himself getting close. He pulled Meg up onto her feet and kissed her. "Feels so good, Meg, but you deserve some attention, too." He laid her back onto her bed so her hips were right on the edge, and knelt in front of her.

The aroma of her sex was hot and heavy as soon as he got close, and her tiny thong was soaked through. He pulled it off without ceremony and dove in. She tasted heavenly, and her legs closed in on his head as she moaned.

His tongue traveled up in one long stroke from the wet base to her clit. He stopped there and made circles around her clit. She liked that, and her moans rose in pitch. Occasionally, she would utter "Yes," or "Right there," or something similar. He stayed there, alternating between teasing with the tip and putting on pressure with the flat of his tongue, until her legs clenched shut tightly and her body tensed up in orgasm.

As she came down from her climax, he kept gently licking at her pussy but stayed away from her clit after she told him it was too sensitive. As her breathing slowed to normal, Meg giggled and said, "Damn, you're pretty good at that! Must have had some practice, who woulda known?"

Most of Brian's 'practice' had been watching porn, but he wasn't sure if that was better or worse so he didn't say anything to correct her. Instead, he just stood up and lifted her up into a sitting position so he could pull off her dress.

Her breasts fell free, beautiful and round. Her nipples stood erect already, and he took a second to appreciate the full artwork of her naked body. She blushed under his gaze, and lay back on the bed again. "I'm ready for you, I want you inside."

He positioned himself between her legs. "I haven't ever gone all the way before, not with anyone," he said to her, earnestly. "If anything is uncomfortable, let me know and we can change it up."

"Okay. Now stop wasting time and get in here!" She wiggled her hips, showing off her pussy.

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As Brian stepped up, Meg opened her legs as wide as she could, holding them back with hands under her knees. The second the tip of his cock touched her pussy, she hissed out a breath that turned into a moan as he lightly rubbed it up and down once before settling it at the opening of her vagina.

But he stopped again. In annoyance, Meg opened her eyed and looked up at him. "What's wrong? You're really teasing me, here."

"Are you on birth control. Or do you have a condom? I... I hope this isn't weird, but I want to finish inside you."

Meg stopped. Holy shit, she hadn't been thinking about that at all. She also wanted him to finish inside, it just felt... right, somehow. Like how sex was SUPPOSED to end. But she wasn't on any birth control, and most definitely did not have a condom. Maybe one of her slutty little sisters did, but she was NOT about to get dressed again to go down and ask, and now that she thought about it she didn't want one anyway. She didn't want anything between her and Brian.

"Just do it." Meg said. "I don't care. I want to be with you forever. If I end up pregnant, it'll be yours, and we'll figure it out. Together."

Brian looked into her eyes, clearly a little surprised. He was quiet for a second, and then just said. "Meg, I love you."

A warmth blossomed in Meg's chest that was entirely distinct from the warmth of arousal. "I... I love you, too." And without any further preamble, her best friend thrust his cock all the way inside her, to the base.

Her back arched and she gasped. His cock felt like it pierced the very core of her being, filling her up to overflowing, impossibly big, impossibly long. Whatever it hit deep inside her loosed a wave of electrical current through her body, and she just melted. As Brian drew his cock out and thrust it in again and again, she lost the capacity for any speech beyond a string of grunts and moans.

Brian wasn't any more coherent, pounding her pussy with reckless abandon, making the bed creak. Meg came again on his cock, felt the walls of her pussy tighten around him, and still it wasn't enough for her. She wrapped her legs around Brian's back, trying to pull him even deeper. Her hands went to her breasts, squeezing and playing a desperation for more sensation.

Meg had no idea how long it had been, but eventually Brian gave one last, extended groan and went still with his cock buried as deep as it could go inside Meg as he came. She hadn't expected to actually be able to feel anything, but to her surprise she could. She felt a hot splatter of liquid somewhere deep inside her, and the sensation combined with the knowledge that he was coming inside her made her come one final time, the complete release of all her sexual energy in a last mind-melting high.