| Straight: Serial Stories: A night to remember (1/2) |
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I’m usually a quiet girl who keeps herself to herself, but that day something changed. He was sat across the table from me. An 18-year-old, half my age. By all accounts he was a virgin. Not my type at all. But, his friends had dared me to try it on with him. “Give him a kiss,” they said. “Put your hand on his knee.” True, he wasn’t much of a looker, but there was something in those brown eyes that had me intrigued. What was the harm in some mild flirtation? As the evening went on, I texted him smiley faces. When the conversation went quiet at our end of the table I’d call him darling or honey and try and get him talking to me. One of his friends said, “Stroke his leg with your foot”. He didn’t respond so I just left it there, moving it against his calf throughout the evening. I found myself getting frustrated at the lack of response. There wasn’t even a negative one, a “get off me you old woman.” Half an hour before the pub closed he asked for a lift home. Well, it wasn’t unusual for me give to give the younger ones lifts home. I was the adult there. I finished up my drink and asked if he was ready to go. Another of the young lads got up to come with us. Why was I disappointed? Did I really want to be alone with this teenager? What made it worse was the other lad lived near me, so I should have dropped my quarry first. I couldn’t do that. I wanted to know if I could get a kiss off this untried male. I decided I’d drop the other lad off first and see what happened. He left the car and I pulled away. My hand was inches from the thigh of this young lad. I could feel my breath getting harder to take. I was aroused and scared by it. It was he that took the initiative. He gave me the choice: take him home to his mum or have some fun. My hand touched his thigh and as it did, it grazed the arousal in his jeans. Here I was driving around with a lad half my age with one hand in his lap. It felt wrong but I was too turned on to care. I started driving towards a secluded car park on the edge of town. I had seen it a few weeks before and thought it might be a good place to take my lover for a bit of fun one night. When he realised he wasn’t heading home, he freed his cock from his jeans and my eager hand closed around its startling girth. I couldn’t believe what I was holding. I hated having to change gear as it meant I had to let go of his solidness. When we pulled into the car park I was relieved to see it was empty. We parked and turned the lights out. His mouth met mine without a word being spoken. My hand wrapped around his hard, silky cock. He knew what he wanted and within a few minutes he was forcing my head down. To be honest there wasn’t much forcing to be done, I was eager to taste him. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and yet I still had trouble getting him in. I’d never had such a large cock and he wanted me |
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