"SHHHHHHHhhh..." said Dane, as we walked into the dark foyer of his parents' home. I couldn't stop myself from giggling at the absurdity of the situation. The two beers I had at the college party probably did not help. I managed to hold it together for a few moments as we both craned to listen to the silence coming form within the house.
"Hello? DAD?" Dane called down the hallway before flipping on a single light that illuminated the entrance area of his family's upscale two story brick home. His voice's echo was the only answer. "One second..." he said before disappearing down a darkened hallway.
I chanced a few steps further into the house and saw a clean kitchen with all stainless steel appliances and a wall of family photos. There was Dane, kneeling on the sidelines, posing in his football jersey for his photograph. It was hard to believe that we had been high school students this time last year. It was even harder to accept that Dane and I had known each other but he would never have given me the time of day.
I was more of a loner in high school. I was on the school newspaper and thought of myself as a hardcore journalist. When I had asked Dane for an interview during football season he had agreed reluctantly and then missed our appointment. I wonder if he even remembered that now. After graduation, his cheerleader girlfriend left for State college but we had both stayed in town and gone to the local community college.
As if thinking of her had made her appear, I noticed a smaller photograph framed and sitting on a table. It had Dane with his brown hair drenched, holding his football helmet in one hand and his girlfriend in the other. Heather White had a winning smile, curly blond hair and bright blue eyes. She had gone to State college on a Track scholarship. She was the exact opposite of me with my long, straight brown eyes dark brown eyes and shyness.
I wasn't even looking for a relationship when I bumped into my high school's quarterback heading to Pre-Calculus during my first semester at the local junior college. Things happen I guess.
"Coast is clear, " said Dane as he reappeared and slid his arm back around my waist and pulled me in for a sloppy kiss. High school was ancient history anyways. What mattered now was that I was dating a fun, handsome guy and tonight we were finally going to have sex in a bed.
For adults with their own living arrangements this is probably never a milestone they are looking to reach. I lived in a community college dorm with four other roommates and one shared bathroom between us. There was never a second alone. Dane lived at home with his parents to save on cash. Apparently they had strict rules about bringing girls home while he was living here rent free.
My tongue sought his out eagerly as he inched us closer to a dark stairway that led to his room. I was having so much fun tasting him and letting my hands explore his chest over his shirt. He may not be playing football anymore but his body hadn't lost any of its definition. He moaned and almost tripped backwards on the stairs when I grabbed his bulge over his jeans.
The other times we had had sex in the back of his tiny red Z28 Camero had been sexy but it was hard to fully explore each other within the car's confinement. Dane was already rock hard. He struggled to pull himself away from me, breathing heavily.
"My room is the first on the right, c'mon," he said before leaping from my reach and dashing up the remaining stairs. I followed quickly, stumbling slightly over my ridiculously high heeled sandals and the combination of beer and lack of oxygen from making-out. I made my way toward the only lighted room in the hallway and found Dane inside, furiously unbuttoning his jeans. He had already managed to lose his shirt. The man worked quickly.
The room looked like it hadn't been redecorated since middle school. A shelf of gold trophies with tacky sports figures on the tops and all of various colors and heights. A poster of some football team. Another of that same team's cheerleaders and a few signatures at the bottom. The bed was at least made and all dirty laundry had been moved to a wicker laundry basket that was overflowing with filth. I smiled that he had at least tried to tidy up the room for me.
He kicked his jeans off and turned his attention back to me. I quickly kicked off my cumbersome heels. Dane walked quickly to my side and, in one smooth movement, the bright yellow sundress I was wearing was pulled over my head and tossed on the faux denim bedspread. I had worn my favorite purple bra and matching panties that were mostly white with matching purple flowers. The panties tied at the sides for easy removal. The bra helped to perfectly hold my size 36C breasts. That is exactly where Dane's attention was drawn.
His strong hands reached out and cupped my breasts over my bra before pulling the purple padded cups to the side. I gasped when my nipples hit the cool air of his room and hardened immediately. I have always had very sensitive nipples. Dane knew this and sucked the right nipple into his mouth while groping the other. He reached behind in a clumsy attempt to unhook my bra and after several seconds of him sucking my tit and fumbling I reached behind and removed the offending garment with one hand. The purple bra fell to the ground, forgotten.
Dane jumped at me so hard I squealed as we both hit the faux denim comforter at the same time. It was surprisingly soft and my protests were quickly silenced by his mouth as he kissed me before moving his mouth hungrily down my body. He stopped to tease both of my nipples, watching my reaction. Then he continued kissing my body moving lower and lower.
My body arched as he kissed down the middle of my chest. I flinched and giggled as he lightly kissed down my stomach and finally found myself pushing Dane's head between my thighs. I pulled my knees up to better spread my legs and grant him access. This kind of move is just not comfortable in a Z28 Camero.
Dane slowly untied one side of my panties and then untied the other, letting the fabric grow slack and fall to the side before he pulled the tiny strip between my legs and removed the covering all together. He took a long look at my shaved mound. His fingers parted my puffy lips to get a look at my glistening sex spread before him. I could feel his eyes on my most intimate place and felt myself shudder with anticipation. Dane's eyes met mine for an instant before he dove into my pussy tongue first.
As his tongue began sliding up and down my inner lips and teasing my swollen clitoris I found it hard not to compare his technique with the only other boy who had ever licked my pussy. My high school boyfriend, Charles, had been inexperienced and confused. Dane had obviously practiced his technique. Possibly on Heather. I forced that thought out of my mind as I focused on the growing sensation between my thighs.
Dane's thick finger found its way to my opening and began teasing my entrance before he slid it deep inside of me. I groaned, grabbing his head and forcing my hips upwards to meet his tongue and finger. I knew my orgasm was growing near. I'd been too excited the entire night starting at the party and peaking when we had snuck into his parents' home for our tryst. My thighs gripped the side of his face, scratching his scruffy two day growth on his cheeks. I was grinding now, feeling a carnal need ready to spill over.
"Oh Dane, I'm cumming!" I screamed as I writhed on his bedspread, fingers firmly tangled in his short brown hair. The orgasm hit with such intensity I felt my toes curling and could feel the muscles in my pussy tighten and throb. I was still catching my breath when I felt Dane's chest press against mine.
When he kissed me I could taste my wetness on his lips and it made me kiss him back harder and deeper. My legs were still spread, knees up, pussy dripping. It was easy for Dane's big dick to find my slippery entrance and force its way inside. Dane was only my second lover and my cunt was still incredibly tight but not enough that intercourse was unpleasant. Just enough that Dane grit his teeth and groaned at the effort of forcing his cock deep inside of me.
The last waves of my orgasm were still lingering as Dane began driving his cock into me again and again. We were both moaning and my pussy was so wet each thrust was met with a loud wet slapping noise. The room was so loud I hardly noticed that the wooden headboard was banging against the wall with each forward movement.
"Fuck me, Dane! Fuck me harder," I urged, legs wrapping around his waist as he continued to drive into me. The sensation of my body being full of his dick while his perfect tone body pressed into mine was too much. I knew another orgasm would not be far behind. His face was so serious as he focused on giving it to me harder, each thrust seeming to tear my cunt in two. I was just thinking of how delightfully sore I would be in the morning when...
SLAM.
The sound of a door closing.
"SHIT."
The sound of Dane cursing as he jumped off the bed, his dick leaving an empty ache between my thighs.
"Whaa.."
My utter confusion.
"Dane?"
A male voice?
Thump, Thump, Thump.
