Family Friend · Part 1

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Chapter 10

An hour later, Mark and Alan were putting their luggage in the trunk of the Impala. Cathy was talking to Angie in the driveway while Steve sat on one of the stools at the breakfast counter, watching them through the screen door. His mother came up behind him.

"No parties, please," she said. "Can I trust you?"

"Of course, Mom. I don't need that headache," he replied, flashing her a wide grin. She rolled her eyes.

"Right," she said flatly. She fished into her purse and pressed something into the palm of his hand. "I doubt you can be good, so at least be careful." With that, she walked out to where Cathy and Angie were hugging goodbye. Steve opened his hand. In it were two condoms. He looked up at his mother, shock in his eyes. She just tapped a finger against her temple, went over to the car with Cathy, and got in. The black sedan backed out, then roared away and he and Angie were alone.

She watched their parents leave, then came back in and leaned against the counter, watching him intently. Slowly, she moved over to him, her blue eyes locked on his. He watched her closely as she glided across the kitchen, his eyes taking in every detail of her sexy body. Her t-shirt was so tight he could make out every curve, every detail of her firm, round breasts. Her nipples were poking out, leaving little bumps in the thin cotton fabric and her flat, bare navel was visible under them. Her curved hips swayed seductively inside her tight white shorts. He could make out the lines of her tiny pussy through the tight material and he felt his dick begin to stiffen as she neared.

"So," she said, her eyes taking in his lean, hard body, lingering for a few seconds at the growing bulge at the front of his work shorts. A sly grin formed on her lips as she moved her eyes back up to his. "What are we going to do here all by ourselves?"

He swallowed hard, looking at her with an even mixture of desire and uneasiness. He had never had sex before and didn't want to disappoint her with a bad performance. It was obvious that she had some experience from the eagerness she displayed when giving him that unforgettable blow-job earlier, but had she ever gone all the way?

"I, uh…," he began, then looked down at his dirty work clothes. "I need a shower." It sounded like a weak excuse to get out from under her sultry gaze, but it was true. Working in the heat for five hours had left him smelling a little gamey. She looked at his damp, matted hair and sweat-stained work shirt and nodded.

"Ok," she said, and wrapped her slender arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He returned her tender kiss, holding her tight little body to his. She pulled back and smiled. "Go ahead. I'll order a pizza for supper," she said, pushing him toward the stairs. He glanced back at her before he rounded the corner. She was picking up the phone book and holding the phone. She glanced up at him and narrowed her eyes in an impatient frown, waving him on. "Hurry up!"

He stumbled downstairs, pulling off his shirt on the way down. He dropped his shorts at the bottom of the stairs, hopping on one foot as he pulled them off, then his underwear. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, his semi-hard dick swinging.

A record few minutes later, he was toweling off. He couldn't stop thinking about Angie's sexy body and the things they would soon be doing and by now his dick was as hard as it had been this morning when she'd gone down on him. He considered just wrapping the towel around his waist, then remembered about the pizza delivery and decided some clothes might be a good idea. They would also make his hard-on a little less noticeable. He pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt, then made his way back upstairs.

He went into the kitchen, but Angie wasn't there. She wasn't in the living room, either. He looked out through the patio doors and saw her sitting at the picnic table on the back deck. He watched her through the door for a few seconds, then went out to join her.

"Hey! Feeling better?" she asked, her face lighting up in a wide smile.

He nodded. "Much better." He sat down next to her and she immediately laid her hand on his leg, sliding it up to his crotch and his stiff prick. She raised her eyebrows.

"Someone's happy to see me!" He blushed a little and shrugged, eyeing her sexy outfit.

"Can't help it," he said, grinning sheepishly. "Look at how you're dressed!" She looked down at her sexy attire and laughed.

"Oh, right!" she said. "Sorry."

He shook his head emphatically. "Don't be… I love the way you look!"

She eyed the bulge in his shorts. "I can see that!" Just then, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Angie said, standing up. She fished the twenty her mother had given her from the back pocket of her tight shorts and ran into the house. He watched her go, wondering if he would be able to take his mind off her long enough to eat.

They sat at the picnic table and picked at the pizza. The sun was getting low by now and the mosquitos would soon be gathering. But the back deck was screened in around the picnic table and they didn't have to worry about them. He ate two pieces while she finished one, then Angie closed the box.

"Why don't we go inside?" she said. "It's a little warm out here." It wasn't that warm, but he didn't argue. It was a better excuse than any he could have come up with. They went inside, leaving the pizza on the counter. Angie pulled him to her and kissed him, her tongue pushing deep into his mouth. Her soft, warm body pressed tightly to his and his hard cock rubbed against her as she ground her pelvis against him.

Then she pulled away suddenly, her eyes locked on his. As he watched, she pulled her tight t-shirt over her head and dropped it on the kitchen counter. Her firm tits bounced slightly as they were freed and his eyes dropped involuntarily to them. She cupped them in her hands, running her fingers around her pink areolae and licking her lips. He moved toward her, but she put out her hand, shaking her head with a mischievous smile. He stopped, confused. Then her hands dropped to the button of her shorts and unfastened it. She lowered the fly, still watching him as his eyes followed her hands. She wriggled them down over her curved hips and he was surprised when they dropped low enough that he could tell she wore no panties under them. Her small, fully shaved pussy emerged into view and she bent over to pull them down her long legs and off. She stood up, completely naked and smiled sexily.

"What do you think?" she asked, spinning slowly for him. He swallowed hard. His cock felt like it was going to burst from the confines of his shorts as he took in every inch of her naked flesh.

"Beautiful!" he breathed, then lifted his eyes from her body to meet hers. "Angie, you are beautiful!" She smiled and came over to him, pressing her bare flesh to his body. They kissed again and he ran his hands over her back and down to her bare buttocks, squeezing each one. She moaned into his mouth and kissed him harder, then released his mouth and moved her lips next to his ear.

"Your turn, baby," she whispered before nibbling seductively on his earlobe. They separated and Angie looked at him expectantly. He lifted his t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the counter next to her clothes. Before he could unfasten his shorts, she moved in, her hands reaching the button before his. Chewing sexily on her lower lip, she undid it and pushed them down. He hadn't bothered with underwear and his hard cock sprang out as they dropped to his ankles. She looked down and grinned as he kicked them off. "Great minds think alike!" she said, referring to their lack of underwear. He grinned at her and pulled her to him.

Their bodies came together, warm flesh pressing against warm flesh. His cock rubbed along her leg and stomach, leaving a trail of precum on her soft skin. They kissed, then she moved her lips to his ear again. "I want to make love with you, Steve," she whispered. His mouth worked down her long neck to her shoulder, then he lifted it to look into her soft, blue eyes.

As if just realizing that they were naked in the kitchen, possibly visible to anyone who may look in one of several windows, he took her hand and picked up their clothes. "Come on. Let's go downstairs."

Chapter 11

He led her to the stairs and they descended into the coolness of the basement. He moved toward his room, but she stopped him, pulling him toward the couch. "Let's start out here," she said, giving him an impish grin. He hesitated, then allowed her to lead him around to the front of the couch. His cock bobbed in front of him as he stepped around the couch. She sat down and pulled him over in front of her. She kissed the tip of his hard cock and looked up at him. "I've been thinking about this since you left for work!" Before he could say anything, she took him into her mouth, rolling her tongue over his throbbing member as she moved slowly back and forth on it. He sighed and closed his eyes. God, it felt so good! She continued sucking on his hard dick for a few seconds before pulling it from her lips and looking up at him. "You're doing a little better this time!"

He smiled, but shook his head. "If you keep that up, I won't be able to last much longer!" She smiled seductively and opened her mouth, taking in over half of his stiff prick. He moaned and put his hand on her head as she started to bob back and forth on it. "Oh, shit, Angie! That feels good!" She murmured, but didn't pause in her wonderful cocksucking. He felt the cum begin to boils and rise in his balls. "I'm gonna cum!" he groaned. She kept bobbing her head, sucking hard on his swelling knob as his seed poured into her mouth. "Arggghh!" he groaned as she literally sucked the jism from his erupting cock. Once again, she swallowed every drop and kept sucking until he finally stopped shooting his hot seed. She pulled back, smacking her lips and smiling up at him.

"Mmmm," she murmured. "You are delicious, baby!" She stood up and embraced him. Despite the fact that she had just swallowed his cum, he kissed her hard, tasting the remnants of him on her tongue. He didn't care. If she could swallow it, he wasn't about to get squeamish about kissing her afterward. She pulled back and smiled at him. "Do me, now?" His quizzical look told her that he wasn't sure what she meant. "Eat my pussy, baby. I'll show you what to do." He smiled nervously, but nodded.

She sat down on the couch and spread her legs wide, exposing the pink flesh of her excited pussy to him. He knelt between her legs and studied her slit. "Just lick it, Steve. Push your tongue in as far as you can." He nodded and moved his face between her legs, inhaling the musky-sweet aroma of her sex. He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked along her crack. Her body twitched as his tongue touched her and she gasped in pleasure. "Oh, yes!" she sighed. "Don't stop!"

Encouraged by her words, he licked it again. The taste wasn't bad, and he pushed his tongue in deeper the next time he did it. She cried out and put her hands on his head, pushing her pelvis upward to meet his mouth. "Oh, yes! Like that!" He continued licking and pushing his tongue into her sweet pussy. He pulled out and moved upwards, brushing it lightly over her erect clit. She cried out even louder and twisted her body as if she had gotten an electrical shock.

"Oh, shit! Yes!! Right there!! Lick my clit!!" He paused, unsure of exactly what or where her clit was, but from the intense reaction he got from her when his tongue touched the hard little nub near the top of her slit, he figured that was what she meant. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it and she moaned louder, holding his head firmly in place. "Yes!!" she cried, her voice straining. "Oh, shit!! I'm cumming!! Don't stop!!" He increased his tonguing, moving it faster across the sensitive little button. She screamed and her body went tense, then her scream faded to a strangled gurgle as she climaxed and released, her body jerking and bucking under him. He tried to keep licking her, but her thrashing made it nearly impossible. He made a few last-ditch attempts to lap up her juices, but she pushed him away.

"S… stop!! Please! I… c…can't take anymore!!" He lifted his head from between her legs and looked up into her flushed face as she jerked and spasmed in the final throes of her orgasm. She finally stopped and opened her glassy eyes, her body still quivering and twitching occasionally. She smiled sleepily at him, a contented look on her face.

"Wow! That was… incredible!" she gasped. "I never imagined it would feel like that!" He rose up onto his knees, kissing up her stomach to the soft skin of her firm breasts, pausing there to give each nipple a good suck. She sighed and held his head to her breast, then lifted him up so she could kiss his lips, which were still wet with her juices. She relished the taste of herself, sucking on his warm tongue and holding his hard body tight to hers.

When they pulled apart, each panting for air, he looked at her with a puzzled expression. "No one's ever done that to you before?" He had assumed from her quickness to give him head that she was well experienced in sexual practices. She shook her head, licking her lips.

"No. My last boyfriend wouldn't do it, even though he expected me to give him blow-jobs," she said, frowning, a look of disdain on her pretty face. She looked at him. "You… didn't mind…did you?"

He grinned. "Are you kidding!? I loved doing it! And the way you reacted made it even better!" He touched her cheek. "That other guy was an asshole for not doing it."

She smiled and kissed his hand. "I wish I had saved myself for you, Steve." He looked into her eyes. "I'm… I'm not a virgin." He smiled, shaking his head.

"That doesn't matter to me, Ang. Just being with you is enough." She kissed him again and hugged him tightly, pressing her warm, damp pussy into his stomach.

"That means a lot to me, Steve," she whispered in a choked voice. They held each other for a long time, neither saying anything.

Chapter 12

A few minutes later, Steve got to his feet and reached down for her hands. She rose to her feet, her eyes dropping to his semi-hard cock. She looked back up to his face and grinned. "Looks like you could use a little help down there!" She sat back down and gripped his cock in her hand, slowly stroking the limp organ. She took it into her mouth, sucking the whole thing in and caressing it with her soft tongue. Steve closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Damn, it felt good when she did that! He felt himself getting stiffer as soon as she began sucking on him. Within a few minutes, his dick was back to full hardness and she pulled her loving mouth from it. She looked up at him, still pumping it with her hand.

"I better stop now," she said with an impish grin. "I need you hard for what I have planned!" He smiled down at her and pulled her to her feet, then kissed her passionately. She broke the kiss and took his hand, leading him into his bedroom. She held both of his hands and looked into his soft blue eyes. "Are you ready?" she asked. He nodded, then remembered the condoms his mother had given him.

"I have some condoms," he said. "In my shorts." He started to turn to go get them, but she put a hand on his arm, stopping him. She shook her head.

"We don't need them. I'm on the pill." She kissed him and they moved backwards toward the bed. Her legs bumped against the mattress and she sat down, then inched back until she was lying on his bed, looking up at him. Her legs were open, inviting him to take her. He knelt on the bed between her feet and leaned over her, his arms supporting his weight on either side of her. As he bent lower to kiss her, his hard cock touched her wet pussy and she sighed as the soft tip slid along her labia, creating a tingle deep inside her. She realized then that her mother had been right. Sex was definitely better when you had strong feelings for your partner.

Steve shifted his body as they kissed, trying awkwardly, and without success, to push his hard cock into her waiting pussy. It kept slipping down, which still felt nice, but it wasn't what either of them needed. She broke off their kiss and reached down to grip his stiff shaft, holding it over her opening and pushing it part way in. He immediately pushed into her, sighing as he slid effortlessly between her well lubricated lips and into the soft, wet warmth of her vagina. He felt her heat, and her pussy gripped his cock in a velvet sheath as he slowly pushed completely inside her. She moaned under him, pushing upward to meet his downward thrust. When he was all the way in, he lifted his head and looked into her soft, blue eyes. She smiled at him, feeling closer to him at that moment than she'd ever felt to anyone before.

"Angie, I…," he began, but she put a finger to his lips, silencing him.

"Shhh," she said, putting a finger to his lips. "Just make love to me, Steve. Don't speak." He smiled at her, then slowly extracted his cock until just the tip remained in her and pushed forward again. She moaned and wrapped her long legs around him, pulling him deep into her and reveling in the intense desire she felt for him. She already felt like she was on the verge of cumming and he'd only just started! As they continued, they began moving faster and Angie's moans and sighs filled the small room. Steve pumped faster, fueled on by her cries of pleasure. She cried out even louder, her voice shaky as he rammed his hard cock in and out of her tight pussy. As good as it felt, she knew it would be over way too soon if he kept up his frantic pace. She tightened her legs around his waist and held him tightly inside her. He raised his head, breathing hard, and looked into her face.

"Easy, lover," she said, smiling and stroking his hair. "Take your time. Make it last." He nodded, grinning as he tried to catch his breath.

"S…sorry," he finally gasped. "It just feels so fucking good!"

She giggled and kissed him. "I know, but going slower feels good, too. And you could cum too soon if you keep up that pace." He nodded and she relaxed her legs. He began a longer, slower fuck that made her tingle inside. She could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out. "Mmmm… yes… that's nice," she cooed, moving her hips in time to him.

After a few minutes, she said, "Do you want to try a different position?"

He shrugged. "Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"I want to be on top," she said, smiling seductively. "And you can rest up for later!" He chuckled and she moved her legs so he could pull out. When he did, she felt her pussy contracting as if searching for the cock that was no longer there. It left her feeling empty and she couldn't wait until he was back inside her, where he belonged.

Steve stood up and she sat up on the edge of the bed. His cock was directly in front of her, glistening with their combined juices. She instinctively reached out for it and slipped it into her mouth, tasting her own pussy. He groaned as her tongue moved over the hard shaft and soft tip, cleaning all of her sweet nectar from it. With a slight popping sound, she released it from her mouth and looked up at him, licking her lips.

"I taste pretty good!" she exclaimed.

"You don't have to tell me that!" he replied, grinning.

She stood up, kissed him, then pushed him onto his back on the bed. He slid up so he was lying across it and she straddled his stomach, her dripping pussy poised over his erect penis. "Wait a minute," he said as she was about to lower herself onto him. She looked at him and he grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her forward. "I need another taste first," he explained. She grinned and moved up so her pussy was at his lips, then leaned over his head, bracing herself with her arms on the bed. Steve dove in hungrily, lapping up her honey and teasing her erect clit. She moaned and felt the orgasm building rapidly. She had felt on the verge of cumming almost from the moment he had first entered her, but his tongue was teasing her little love button just the right way, and she was going to cum any second.

"Oh, yes, baby! Don't stop!! I'm gonna…" Her words ended in a deep, guttural groan as a massive orgasm gripped her. She raised her head, mouth open, the tendons in her neck straining as she ground her pussy onto his mouth. She felt a gushing from her pussy, like some kind of flood gate had been released, but was too caught up in her orgasm to pay much attention to it. She rocked and grunted as she climaxed again and again, her hair flailing wildly as she threw her head back and forth. Finally, unable to endure any more pleasure, she lifted her drooling twat from his face and collapsed onto his chest.

"H…holy shit! That was… the best one ever!" she panted, her face buried in his shoulder. She could feel wetness on his skin and looked up to see that his face, hair, and upper chest were soaked. "What happened? You're all wet!" she exclaimed.

He chuckled. "I didn't realize girls could cum like that! You nearly drowned me!" She remembered the gushing sensation and put a hand over her mouth, eyes wide.

"Oh, Steve! I'm so sorry!" He waved her off.

"Don't be! I loved it!" He lowered his voice and ran his tongue over his lips. "Your cum tastes delicious!" he added with a wink. She removed her hand and felt a grin forming on her face.

"I've never done that before! I heard it happens sometimes, but…wow!" She shook her head disbelievingly. He moved his cock against her wet lips. She bit her lip. "Oh, yeah… now where were we?" She raised herself up and positioned her pussy over his hard cock, guided it into place with her hand, then slowly impaled herself on it. She sucked in a deep breath as she slid onto him. Her pussy was still very sensitive from her mind-numbing orgasm, but it felt incredible to have him back inside her again. She adjusted her legs, then began to move her body up and down on his rock hard prick, sighing in pleasure.

Steve closed his eyes as she slid down onto his dick. It felt so good when her hot, tight pussy gripped his cock! He had, of course, been whacking off for a few years now, but he never imagined that sex with an actual girl would feel this good! He opened his eyes as she began to move, watching her facial expressions change as his cock touched on a particularly sensitive spot. His eyes fell to her tits, quivering just slightly when she bent over him. He reached up and pulled her down so he could take them into his mouth. She cried out as his tongue flicked across her sensitive nipple while she continued to rock back and forth on his cock.

He was actually quite pleased with his performance so far. He was afraid that he would cum too soon and she would be disappointed. But, although he had come close a couple of times, he'd been able to keep control. He didn't think he could hold out much longer, though.

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