It was the first weekend back at University after the Christmas break. The new semester had begun mid-week, so there really wasn't much studying yet and it gave the week a bit of frosh week feel. There were welcome back events going most of the week and on the Friday there a faculty dance that I went to with some friends.
The dance was held at the campus cafeteria, and for the most part, it was a pretty lame event. There was hardly anyone there when we arrived and it never got much better. Being university aged guys, the key mission on any given night was to try to meet girls, and this event didn't seem to offer much promise. There was one girl there that knew I could pick up, but it wouldn't have been a good idea. We had hooked up a few times the previous semester and it was clear that we weren't on the same page as to what those hook-ups meant.
Her name was Lisa, and while she was fun, I just wasn't interested in a steady relationship, or to be completely honest, at least not one with her. She was funny and in bed she was happily willing to do whatever I wanted. The catch was that I was only mildly attracted to her unless drink and my cock got the better of me. When my cock called the shots, I was particularly charmed by her willingness to sleep with me. She however, saw our pairings more as the beginning of a budding relationship.
I tried sending her the same signals that girls often effectively sent to me when they weren't interested. I tried not returning calls and I tried to ditch her whenever she’d track me down. I guess there’s one critical element of their dissuasion that I kept leaving out: Every so often I still slept with her. When she started introducing me as her boyfriend though, I realized that I’d have to do something more drastic to end things. Over the holidays I resolved that I’d have to let her know that we were breaking up. I’d never really broken up with anyone before. I felt bad about having to it, but I was also a little annoyed to be put in this position by a girl who I never really considered to be my girlfriend.
Eventually she came over to join my friends and I at the dance. She was friendly as always, but I tried to give her a cool reception which went completely unnoticed. In exclusionary tones I talked about how my friends and I were probably going to leave and go somewhere else. Undiscouraged though, she’d responded with remarks like, “Where are we
going to go?” and “When are we leaving?”
Not wanting to deal with an evening ending break up on a night out, I opted to continue with my futile plans of escape. In the meantime I took Lisa’s arrival as my cue to head downstairs and use the washroom as a sort of short term getaway.
As I headed down the lower hallway towards the washrooms, there was a cute girl that I didn't recognize heading back the other way.
After a few drinks I can be a little bold, and I held out my hand as she was about to pass and said, “Hi! Sorry, but you are just so beautiful, I just wanted to say hello.”
While my approach was hardy original or clever, like so much in life, rewards don’t go looking for the most deserving, so much as end up with those who reach out to grab them.
She did stop to talk and for the most part I continued with my complimentary assault. Though at first she seemed a little wary of my routine, I felt a promising seed had been planted. One question in my mind was whether or not she would be staying around at this dance. Since my friends and I were thinking of leaving I was wondering if it was time to reevaluate our plans.
“Are you going to be sticking around here very long tonight?” I asked.
“I think so,” she replied. “I’m actually just here visiting, but as far as I know this is it for the night.”
“That’s good. Then maybe I should let you get back upstairs to your friends since you’re not going anywhere, at least for now,” I said. “Hopefully we’ll bump into each other again upstairs.”
“I think you’re right,” she agreed. We’d actually spent a fair amount a time talking just outside the washrooms.
I did see her upstairs, but we never really got around to talking up there. We didn’t speak again until I bumped into her on another trip to the washroom. By this time I was a little drunker and ready to be even more forward. I invited her to leave with me and go back to my place.
“Sorry, I can’t,” she said.
Undeterred, I painted a loopy, picture of allusions and innuendo designed to show her how much I wanted her and how much she would enjoy the night.
She was firm though. Tonight would be impossible. Then she added, “There’s a party tomorrow that I’m going to. I just can’t tonight, but if you want to meet up at the party, maybe then we could see about making plans.”
“That sounds great,” I said, “but I still want you tonight too.”
“I can’t tonight, but I’ll be at a party tomorrow. It’s on Emerson.”
“Emerson!” I said. “My friend and his roommates are on Emerson and they’re having a party tomorrow. I bet we’re going to the same party.”
“What’s your fiend’s name?” she asked.
“Pete,” I told her.
“He’s one of my brother’s roommates,” she said. “That’s why I can’t go with you tonight. I don’t want my brother to know. I’m staying at his place tonight, but since so many people might be crashing there, tomorrow I’m actually staying with a couple of his friends.”
“So you must be Dan’s little sister. Hmmm, if you don’t want him to know, don’t you think he’ll find out if you don’t actually stay with his friends?”
“It’s been taken care of. Maybe you know them, they seem to know you. I’m supposed to be staying with Annie and Steph and they said they would cover for me.”
I did know them and I was wondering how much they knew about Tori’s plans.
“Do they know what you’ll be up to instead?” I asked.
“Of course and I had to ask them about you too,” she said with a smile.
“Uh-oh!” I said with trepidation.
“Don’t worry, they didn't say anything bad.”
Then she added, “I probably shouldn't tell you this, but they actually gave you a good recommendation.”
“Really!” I said with surprise. “What did they say?”
“I can’t tell you that,” she said. “I shouldn't have even said as much as I did.”
I pressed and pressed, but Tori wouldn't tell me anymore. I didn't know how Annie and Steph could have come up with any recommendation, since I’d never been with either of them.
I liked hearing it though. Since I didn't think my name and number was being written on the walls of bathroom stalls, I assumed I was either getting some good word of mouth or that some of my wishful self-promotion was paying off. What could I do but look forward to the party?
After that a couple of friends and I left for the school bar, where I was tracked down by the girl I’d been seeing. I guess I’d have to sleep her one more time. I’m so weak.
At the party the next night Tori looked great. She looked even better than the night before, but I might have been influence by the knowledge of what we’d be doing later. Despite our plans though, we didn't really spend all that much time together at the party. We’d bump into each other intermittently over the night, briefly talk and flirt about our plans for later, but not much more. It was all part of what was our secret.
I did manage to learn that she just started CEGEP back in Montreal. CEGEP is a junior college system unique to the Province of Quebec that some students take after high school on their way to either university or on to the job market. Under this system, high school in Quebec finishes at least a year earlier than most other jurisdictions. Thought Tori wouldn't say at first I guessed that Tori could have been as young as sixteen, while I was twenty-two at the time. As I get older, what makes for a significant age difference always seems to be expanding, but in my early twenties a four to six year gap seemed huge.
Meanwhile, the girl that I’d be seeing was also at the party and I knew that I have to deal with her if I was going to take Tori back to my place. The moment came after she introduced me once again as her boyfriend. It was the the catalyst I needed ask her outside to talk.
I used all the key clichés that sounded so useless when I’d heard them directed towards me: “It’s not you, it’s me"; "I just like you more as a friend"; "I just don’t think we’re looking for the same thing"; etcetera, etcetera...
With the deed done, I was looking forward to release from the stress of having to execute a breakup. The only problem was, the more the night wore on, the guiltier I was feeling. I was feeling more and more like a shit for fucking a nice, though somewhat clueless girl one night and then dumping her the day after, so I could secretly screw a friend's little sister. It really does kinda sound bad.
This wouldn't be the first time I did something shitty to Dan either. Once my friend Pete and I were back at their place having a few more beers after the bar closed, when Dan and few others that we knew came back to the house too. One of them was a girl I’d been with before, who just happened to be one of the best fucks I’d ever had. No sooner had she sat beside me on the couch than we were talking about going back to my place.
It turned out Dan considered her to be his girlfriend and he was pretty upset. When she and I were back at my place, she told me that not only had her and Den never been together, but she didn't even realize that he was interested in her. In retrospect, Dan had an even more expansive view of what constituted a relationship than the girl that I had just dumped.
I’m generally a pretty happy drunk, but I think the circumstance and the alcohol were combing to make me feel a little morose and circumspect.
As the party was winding down, Tori found me and wrapped her arms around me.
“So when do you want to go?” she asked.
“Tori, I don’t think I can do it,” I said.
“What?” she asked incredulously.
“Look, I’m just feeling too shitty,” I said. “I know you didn't know this, but I just broke up with someone tonight and your brother’s a friend. I don’t think I want to do this behind his back."
Tori was more upset than I thought she would be. In fact, the girl I broke up with earlier in the night had taken things better. Tori was young and her reaction was really underscoring the fact. It was almost like a tantrum. It was as if I was making her go to bed before she wanted to when the opposite was true: I wasn't trying to make her go to bed at all.
“I’m really sorry, Tori. Your brother’s a nice guy and he’s already mad at me for stealing a girl he liked. I hang out here a lot and I don’t want things to awkward with him.”
“I don’t care about Dan,” she pouted. “I can do what I want!”
“That’s fine” I said, “but I care and I don’t want to upset him.”
“I promise!” she said. “He’ll never find out. Please, I’ll do anything you want!”
This last comment made my dick twitch and in offset my resolve began to soften. Her desperation seemed a little unhinged and I found that I liked it.
“You’ll do anything?” I asked as I wavered.
“Yes! Please, please,” she pleaded.
There was a school playground across the street, I pointing to it and asked, “Would you like to go over there and suck my cock for me?”
“Alright,” she said. Then she added, “After, will we go to your place?"
“If we go to my place, you promise that you’ll do whatever I want, right?” I asked to confirm.
“I promise,” She said.
“No matter what it is I want to do you’re going to do it?”
“You say that now, but what if I ask you to do something you don’t want to do? Are going to keep your promise?”
“Yes,” She said again.
“Don’t just say yes,” I said. “Tell me what it is you’re promising me.”
She sounded like an impatient child who was ready to promise anything to get her way. “Tell me what you want me to say and I say it?” she pleaded.
I pulled her hand to my growing bulge and said, “Make your promise of what I can do to you.”
”You can fuck me and I’ll suck your cock…”
Interrupting I said, “I know that! Is there anything I can’t do?”
“No, there’s nothing you can’t do,” she pledged. “I promise to do whatever you want.”
Since we didn't want to be spotted together, I pointed across the street to the school yard. I showed her where the school fence turned to the left behind some trees and went just out of view from the house. I told her that it'd be right around the corner from there. "Go back in the house for a few minutes and then follow me over," I said as I slid her grasping hand back.
I lit a cigarette while I waited and kept watch between the trees for her. She didn't wait long. I saw her and her tits bounce down the steps from the back door and head across the street. Before I lost sight of her along the fence line, I could see her arranging her clothes and her hair as she walked. Like anyone full with anticipation, she wanted to look her best. She did look good too.
Tori was about 5’4” with thick brown hair, fair skin and big happy looking brown eyes. Her body was deliciously ample without being fat in the way only a teenage girl’s body can be. She had grown shapely, but carried the softening remnants of baby fat. She had the look that begins when a girl reaches the end of her physical development, but the right to vote and an adult metabolism had yet to be formalized. She had on faded jeans and a loose fitting gray sweater that served to display the round fullness of her breasts. It was a look that invited my sexually curiosity.
As Tori walked around the corner I began to make myself comfortable leaning back against the fence. Holding the cigarette between my lips to free my hands, I undid my belt and pulled down zipper to give Tori free access. She smiled as she approached, but she was also looking a little nervous.
Eyeing the head of my cock sticking out the top of my underwear she asked, “So what do you want me to do?”
Not answering I pulled Tori toward me. I pressed her body against mine, leaving her face nowhere to go but up to mine for a kiss. With the exposed head of cock sticking against the middle of her stomach we tasted one another for the first time. It would be a night of first for Tori, if fact more firsts for her than I’d yet realized.
As we kissed I moved my cigarette to the hand behind Tori’s back and used my free hand to guide her hand to my cock. Tori took hold and she tucked her head down into my chest for a better view. She let out a little squeak that I took for anticipation before looking back up to me.
“I think it’s time for you to get to work,” I said.
“I’m ready,” she told me and with the guiding push of my hand on her shoulder she began to lower herself down in to her knees.
Tori slowly stroked my cock in long strokes from the tip right down to the base of the shaft. Her face looked to be in deep study, fixated as her hand methodically squeezed and stroked my cock. When she push her hand tight against the base of my cock she would hold it there tight, staring at the clear dabs of per-cum that oozed from the eye of my cock.
“Lick it off,” I told her.
Obeying, Tori bent my straining cock down level to her face, leaned in and ran her tongue over the very tip. She gathered the building mass of fluid across her taste buds, before it dripped away. Then as she pulled back a string of my juice quickly starched from her lips back to my cock. When it snapped apart Tori had a little giggle and sheepishly wiped her chin.
“Taste good?” I asked.
“Um-hmm,” she cooed.
“Good,” I said reassuringly. I took one more drag of my cigarette before flicking it away, then took the back of her head and guided it towards my cock. Tori’s mouth opened and the head of my cock slide in, wrapped by her soft lips.
Tori didn't resist my hand on the back head, guiding her mouth up and down the my shaft. She would choke a bit from time to time when my cock plunged too deep, but she never pulled away. A few times after gagging though, I’d feel Tori’s teeth on my cock. Her mouth would involuntarily close with her teeth sometimes lightly impeding my next thrust into her throat.
I don’t like to complain about things when I’m having my cock sucked, because even a bad blow job is still pretty good. The only exception is a habitually toothy blow job. I wouldn't really say that Tori’s occasional bites would have crossed that threshold. Especially judging by fact that I could have resisted the trigger by not jamming my cock into the back of her throat if I wanted to. Why would I want to do that though when I felt comfortable that Tori’s promise gave me much more leeway in directing her efforts?
“Careful with your teeth,” I said. "No biting."
At which point Tori pulled away from my cock, brought her hands to her face and in a weak voice said, “Sorry, I've never done this before.”
I hadn't realized that before, since she seemed so determined to hook up. “Don’t worry you’re doing great, it’s just that penises are sensitive to teeth,” I reassured her. “Later you can bite me anywhere else, no problem.”
Again I grabbed the back of Tori’s head and positioned it so she’d know it was time to get back to work. Moving her hands from her face she looked at the cock in her face and for a moment looking a little lost she raised her eyes to mine.
Looking back down I told her, “Get used to it Tori, this just the start for you tonight.”
Then holding her head I pushed my cock against her face. I wanted her to feel my cock all over her face. Maybe she’d never sucked a cock before, but that didn't mean that I should leave her with any continuing deficiencies. Then I told her, “I want you to suck my balls.”
Dutifully Tori reached up with a hand to steady them and started licking. I slowly stroked my cock while Tori ran her tongue all over me. She gave me gently kisses before for one after the other she took turns enveloping each of my balls.
Noticing that Tori was getting a little uncomfortable on her knees I suggested we relocate to the steps leading up to the school’s back door. As I walk to the stairs I said to Tori, “So are you ready to swallow cum tonight too?”
“Yes, I want you to do everything to me.”
If Tori ever seemed like she’d had a moment of doubt, it had passed.
I sat down, reclining back while Tori sat a couple of steps below leaning over to suck my cock. I wriggled my pant down a little further to help give her better access. This time I sat back and let Tori see what she could do and I found that I really liked the way she made me feel. She gave a really sloppy blow job and her saliva was running all over my cock. It might have been unseasonably warm for January, but it was still crisp and her mouth was making my exposed skin feel warm. Tori couldn't take me too deep, but for a novice she had me really enjoying the feel of her hot wet mouth. When she’d release my cock to lick my balls I could see the steam rising off my cock into the cool air.
When I was in university it seemed that I was always drunk when I had sex, and it was no different with Tori. Drunk, I pretty much found that no matter how good the blow job was, to cum I either had to fuck a girl’s mouth or jerk off to finish. Most often it was a combination of both that got me off. As much as I was turned on watching this first time teen work on my cock, I knew that she wouldn't be able to get me off without help. When I couldn't take putting off the sight of my cum in her mouth any longer I said to her, “I want you to sit up here, so I can fuck your mouth.”
“Alright,” she answered as she absently wiped a bit of blow job drool from her mouth.
Tori moved up on the top steps and I moved down to stand a step below her. Tori was short enough that this was the perfect height to line up my cock with her mouth. Grabbing her head with both hands I pushed my cock into her mouth and slowly started fucking her. I tried not to drive past her comfort depth too often, but it’s not something that can be completely resisted. After all, a cock by nature wants to be driven to the hilt.
Tori was a good girl too, because while she choked and would feebly push back against my hips, she never bit me again.
Finally with Tori’s eyes watering I was getting close. I pulled out and started jerking off in her face.
“Have you ever watched a guy jerk off before?” I asked as she gasped and caught her breath.
“No, not really,” she whispered.
“Do you want to see me make myself cum?” I said while pressing my cock against her face.
“Yes, I’d love to watch you jerk off,” she said, Then added, “Do you want to cum on my face?”
I liked Tori’s initiative, but my preference is to cum in a girl’s mouth. I love to see a girl’s tongue coated with my sperm. Still I asked, “Are you sure you want my cum on your face?”
“Yes, I’d like that,” she admitted.
“Well I want to cum in your mouth, so I’ll have to give you some of both,” I said as my tempo picked up to its terminal pace.
“Open your mouth,” I told her and tilted back Tori’s head.
I aimed my cock at Tori’s open mouth, but the first shot missed the mark. It sailed by plastering a cloudy white streak up the side of her nose, running over her now clinched eye and then skipping from her eyebrow to a big thick blob that nestled in her hair. The next shot began to fill her mouth and then shot across her smooth, rosy cheek. The next few shots after were diminished enough in force to give me fuller control and I used it to give Tori a substantial mouthful for her first drink of sperm. The remaining cum squeezed out by slow stokes was smeared all over her face.
When I was done I studied Tori’s cum covered face and her open mouth filled with my goo. If only smart phones existed back then to capture this tableau of corruption.
When Tori’s cum free eye opened I told her to keep her mouth open. Then using the head of my cock I scooped the heaviest dollops of cum on her face into her mouth. By the time I finished the top up, Tori’s tongue looked like it was enjoying a swim in a little sperm filled hot tub.
“Now you can swallow,” I told her.
Obliging both Tori’s eyes squeezed closed and I could see and hear her first time ever swallow go down her throat.
“Ah, all gone!” she said appreciatively, opening her mouth to show me it was empty.
“How was that?” I asked about the sperm.
“Salty, but I loved it,” Tori declared with a grin. Rubbing her sperm splashed eye she added, “It burns though."
I pulled her face back toward me and ground my cock against her face until both her face and my cock were smeared with the patina of sperm. “Clean my cock for me,” I suggested.
Looking around absently she asked, “What should I use?”
“Your mouth of course,” I clarified.
“Oh, alright,” she said with a smile before taking me in her mouth again.
Tori carefully sucked and licked my cock clean, and she also did my balls for good measure. Finally when I softened a bit in her mouth I pulled it out and tucked my cock back away.
I took out my cigarettes and shared with them with Tori.
As we smoked, in understatement I casually told her, “I’m glad that you convinced me.”
“I’m glad too,” Tori said with a smile.
“I think we’re going to have a long night,” I said. “How long do you think it’ll be before we can leave?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I should wait until Annie and Steph leave. Hopefully it won’t be too long.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
“Well, I cleaned your cock, but how am I going to clean my face out here?” she asked.
The sperm was stating to dry and on Tori’s face and I said, “I don’t think it's too noticeable.” Giving us both a little chuckle.
“Aright, I’ll go first and make sure your brother’s not near the back door. If it’s clear I’ll wave. Then you can slip in and go downstairs to the bathroom in the basement.
We finished our smokes and headed back to the party.
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