Heather never said much about her parents. Every time I brought them up, she would change the subject. Finally, I managed to get her to open up about them.

Her mom had worked in a factory for several years. Her dad had been a roughneck on an oil platform, but lost his job due to alcohol and drugs. He found a job with a general contractor. It paid the bills, but it was nothing like working on the rig.

Heather lived in East Side Court, a trailer park on the edge of town. It was not the best of places, but not the worst.

She broke down crying, thinking I would look down on her. I took her by the chin, looked into her lovely green eyes, gently kissed her, then brought her head into my shoulder. She calmed down, and I could feel her relax in my arms.

I finally convinced Heather to let me meet her parents. She was still hesitant, but I assured her it would be a judgment-free zone.

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The night had come.

Before we went in, Heather stopped me and said, “I'm not going to promise a damb thing out of them.”

We walked in, and Heather’s mom was fixing dinner in the kitchen.

“Mom, this is Jerry,” Heather said.

“Nice to meet you, Jerry,” said her mom.

“And that would be my dad, passed out in the chair,” Heather said, with a sigh and an eyeroll.

“I have to go to work after we eat, and I don't think your dad will be up for a while. He had a rough day and came home tired,” said her mom.

“Yeah, sure, I've heard that story before,” Heather said.

“Heather, please!” Her mom said, with a hiss.

(The three of us had a lovely meal together.)

“Heather, I’ll be home after my shift. Behave yourself, and it was nice meeting you, Jerry,” her mom said.

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“Finally, we're alone, Jerry,” Heather said, practically pinning me to the wall.

“Ummm, but what about your dad, Heather?” I asked,

“Shit, he's halfway through a case, and has probably killed a pint by now, he’s gone,” Heather said.

(She led me to her room at the end of the trailer.)

Heather turned on her radio, and we started making out.

We were so close that we could feel each other's pulse rise. My lips were all over Heather's neck. I ran my hand up her toned belly.

Our breathing grew heavier, and our hearts raced.

I could feel sweat forming on her skin, and goosebumps broke out on her.

“Ohh my god, Jerry, don't stop there, I beg of you,” Heather pleaded, in almost a cry.

It seemed like everywhere I touched, Heather was hypersensitive, and I was sending her body over the edge.

Before I knew it, her shirt was off, and her pink lacy bra was on the way.

She rolled us over and ended up on top.

Her firm, bare titties were in my face, and her perky nipples were sticking out like tiny grapes. I took one in my mouth, sucking and giving it a light scrape with my teeth. My hand explored the other, rolling her delicate little bud in my fingers. The taste was a combination of sweat and the coconut scrub she uses.

“Oh god, keep sucking, Jerry,” Heather hissed.

My mind was racing, and my cock was straining against my jeans. I had not noticed that Heather was riding my thigh, grinding her crotch into me.

She was making little, grunting, and moaning noises in my ear and biting at my shoulder.

I released her nipple, with a slobbery POP, then flipped us over hard enough to bounce the bed.

That was the trigger. It brought Heather a devilish smile, one that was enough to rival the Joker's.

I knew then that a beast we couldn't put away had been awakened.

I ripped my shirt over my head, and when I came back down, I pinned her hands above her head. Heather’s eyes widened in shock, and she drew a heavy breath.

I kissed her deeply, and she let out a growl.

Every move we made opened up new desires, feelings, and kinks. Both of us were blinded by lust and hormones.

Heather's hands were gripping the bars that made up her headboard.

I crept my hand down past her diamond-shaped naval, and popped the top button of her cut-off jeans. I continued down the trail of buttons, with each one, Heather became hotter, and her breathing became heavier. I reached the bottom button and ran my hand down to her soaked pussy, causing her to whimper and plead for more.

I slipped the shorts off her beautiful ass and over her lovely toes. Stopping long enough to suck on each one, driving her crazy.

I could feel my heart race as I reached out for the waistband of Heather's panties. I could smell the sweet scent and feel the heat of her buried treasure.

“I have fantasized about this moment since the first day I met you,” I said.

Heather helped me slide them down, and there it was, the first pussy I had ever laid eyes on, right in front of me.

“My god, I thought, I was about to pass out.”

Heather brought me back down to earth.

She sat on the edge of her bed and told me to get in front of her. She had me stripped before I knew it.

My raging hard-on sprang out to meet with her lips. And without a word, she took me in her mouth.

The most amazing feeling I have ever had.

“Holy shit, you better sttopp soon,” I said.

Heather pulls my cock out, she looks up and says, “Nope! Don't think so,”.

“I'm going to cumm down your throat,” I growled.

“You won't; good guys don't do that,” Heather said, returning to her work.

My cumm was building. My cock was swelling, and Heather was sucking harder.

“Here it comes,” I warned.

I blew my hot load down her throat, and she took down every drop.

She smiled and said, “You have given me everything; now it's my turn,”.

“My god, that was incredible,” was all I could say, entirely out of breath.

I lay down trying to regain my breath. Heather bent over and kissed me.

Putting on her tattered robe, she said, “I'm going out and get us something to drink,”.

Heather came back with a couple of pops.

“Is your, uhh, dad still out?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, he's snoring away,” Heather said.

We lay on her bed, naked, with sticky, sweaty skin. Sipping our drinks and re-charging.

Playfully, I set my cold can down over Heather's nipple, causing her to jump and giggle.

“Ohh, that does feel good,” she said, raising her own drink and running it around her other nipple.

“I think we stumbled on a new kink,” she said.

Heather then causality reached down and started to stroke my cock back to life. She massaged her way down to my balls and gave them a light squeeze.

“Are they ready for round two?” Heather playfully said.

With a flick of her tongue in my ear, she ordered, “Go down on me.”

My inexperienced body instinctively moved to the spell she has me under.

I started working my way down from her neck, one lick, one kiss, back and forth—all the way to my goal.

There I was, within inches of her beautiful pussy. Her thighs rested on my shoulders, and her feet rubbed my lower back.

Without any thought, I started lapping up her juices, finding her clit, and sucking it in.

Moaning and nearly in tears, Heather ground her pussy into my face; my hearing was muffled by her thighs' clamping down.

I looked up as Heather arched her belly to the ceiling and threw her shoulders back, like an angel taking flight.

Heather grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in tighter.

With one last flex of her legs, she came and released her hold. Her aftershocks were hitting in surges; they finally calmed down, and she sank into her bed.

We were a messy mix of sweat and our juices.

I crawled back up and lay with her, almost falling asleep in each other's arms. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be so close to someone.

Heather regained my attention.

“I want you inside of me. I need you to be my first,” she said, in a sultry whisper that could melt steel.

“But Heather, I don't have any,” I started to say.

“Quiet, just do it, just take me now,” Heather said.

I clumsily crawled onto her. My cock is still standing and easily found its goal.

“Heather, I, I, I, Oh my,” I tried to say.

She put her hand on my chest. "Slow and calm. Slowww and calm,” she said.

I slowly, instinctively inched forward.

We were no longer just wrestling and playing around. This was going to happen. I thought to myself.

My stroke came to an end at her barrier, and Heather’s eyes lit up. Drawing back, her pussy walls were closing in around me.

“This is happening,” I thought to myself.

“On the count of 3, we're going to move together,” Heather said.

“1—2—3”

Heather thrusting her hips my way, and I thrust mine her way, meeting in the middle, with full penetration.

Heather’s arms were wrapped around me, and her hands locked behind my back.

Biting into my shoulder to quiet her cries of pleasure.

I pumped into her harder and harder. Heather was going crazy; her soaked pussy was gripping me.

We swapped places, giving her total control. She rode me like a horse, sweat dripping, whipping her head back and rocking me like I've never known.

“Fuck, FUck, FUCK ME!” Heather growled as she ground into me.

“Heather, I'm ga ga gonna,” I warned.

“DO IT!” she demanded.

Letting go, it felt like I pumped a gallon of cum into her pussy. Heather collapsed on my chest.

Our sweat mixed as it poured off of us.

“We are a complete mess, Heather,” I said jokingly.

She stretched out still on me and nuzzled up to my neck.

“Jerry, you are the best thing that has happened in my life. I love you,” Heather said.

“What if I got you preg?”

Heather cut me off with a deep kiss. “We are considered adults now, and if it happens, we will deal with it then; now we just enjoy,” she said.

“I have been putting back money, and as soon as I can, I'm getting out and never looking back,” Heather said.

“I want to be with you wherever you are, Heather,” I told her.

“I would love that, Jerry, and for now I need to get our mess cleaned off of me, and you get home and do the same,” Heather said, “Pick me up in the morning, and we'll see about some road head on the way to school."