High School Dream Date
I was pumped. We won the St. Rays - Tolman Thanksgiving game in style. My best outing as a quarterback. I threw three touchdown passes to three different receivers and ran one on myself. And the defense held for me, giving up only one field goal. 28 - 3. I was the king of the world Pawtucket that day. Carried from the field, interviewed by the Pawtucket Times, and even had my performance the feature on the local TV Sports report. And on top of that I had a date, with the chief cheerleader. You had turned me down again and again before. “It is so typical for the quarterback to take out the chief cheerleader, no way,” you said again and again. But I broke your resistance down and finally last night you said, “Yes.” Maybe that inspired my performance. I picked you up in my convertible. We drove through the town I owned. People recognized my car and waved at me from the sidewalk. I swelled with pride seeing you in the bucket seat beside me. You cheerleader uniform looking so tight and flattering on you, your smooth bare legs, your white sneakers, your pom poms large and warm and looking so touchable. We have Whoppers Cokes and fries at the hamburger place, cruise the town while eating and drinking then park at the mall. I take you to see The Lost World. In the movie, we hold hands, I put my arm around you and you hold me when the Rex chases the characters around the screen. We share popcorn. After the movie we cruise around town again and see people and stop of ice cream at the Creamery. You look at me dreamingly and say, “This is the perfect date, all we need to do now is go parking.” My eyes widen. “Parking, I’ve never been parking,” I admit, in my high school way, of being a virgin. “I know a place,” you say smiling. My eyes widen and am amazed at your suggestion. We get back to the car. “Put the top up,” you say. I unconvert the convertible and follow your directions to the back of a factory and it’s parking lot overlooking the downtown area with its lights and long vistas, and the sparkling sky full of stars and ocean smells and city excitement. Many other cars are parked around with wide spaces between. “We need to get in the back seat,” you say. As you crawl between the bucket seats I open the door, which turns on the in car light, and move to be back seat. “Nooooo, “ you say. “Everyone can see who we are.” My lack of experience again show up. In the back seat, I sit and smile. You look at me and shake your head, “Make love to me you football guy.” I put my arms on your shoulders and slowly move my lips to yours. You smash your lips to mine and bit my lips and hold your tongue into my mouth and realize you have a virgin quarterback on your hands. The big macho guy with the hot car that has never been with a woman. You smile to yourself, move away from kissing and looking me in the eyes, your hands reach down and undo my belt and pants, unzip my zipper and pull down all. Looking me in the eyes, you pull my cock from my pants, hard as a senior in high school can be, and slowly draw it into you mouth. You watch me as I, in a state of pubescent chock, watch you suck my hard dick in and out of your mouth. Your lips sucking my cock smile in a way as you realize this is the first time my cock has been inside a woman’s body. You close your eyes and suck and suck and suck and then stop and bring your mouth to mind and kiss me sweetly. I am in a state of paralysis. You pull off your panties, and raise your cheerleader skirt and hold you pussy just over my wet cock, wet from your mouth, and look in my eyes. I never saw a real live cunt before and this one is about to touch my dick and it does, and about to sit down on my cock and it does, and my eyes disappear in my head as you fill your pussy with my virgin dick. (Though I do not really know that your hymen was broken at that moment.) You lower and raise and lower and raise yourself on my cock as I fill with hard thought and my cock throbs and thrills in side of the first woman I’ve fucked the first virgin I’ve fucked, the only woman who took my virginity. You jump up and down on my cock, Like an idiot, I ask, “May I touch your breasts.” You laugh and say sure. As you slow down and ride me like a woman making breakfast, I rest my hands on your breasts over your blouse. Looking at me smiling, sitting hard down on my dick, you unbutton your blouse, pull up the bra and press my hands on your ample tits, holding me firmly on them. I start to feel my dick, my surprised dick ready to cum. The great surprise at your sensuality, your natural love of sex, your massive desire to have this, …. Makes me last and last and last. I watch your ride up and down on my cock and feel your breast, like a treat from heaven, the football game forgot, the accolades the interviews, only you are left. You riding up and down on my teenager cock, my hands on your young breast, never touched before. You unbelieving of your own behavior, we cease to be the cheerleader and the football player, we become two adults, fucking. I instinctively, lean over and start sucking your tits. You have made me discover what sex is really about. I lick and suck your tits like a baby, then raise you off me and lavish my tongue over you cunt, licking your clit and finding that important for you, licking deep in your cunt and learning how the tastes there are thick and pungent and creamy and taste so warm on my mouth and lips and I lick them in for the first time. You push me from sucking you cunt. We look at each other. My pants hanging from my ankles, your skirt up showing you cunt, we look at each other, your eyes, my mouth, your smile, my eyes, your understanding, my desire, your care, my holding out my arms, you holding you arms out too. You are on me again your cunt pressing down on my prick, my cock in your pussy, your box hugging my hard penis. You ride up and down and I thrust up to you and draw back away. I make my virgin orgasm in your virgin cunt, wet and white, and rich, and thick and it stays with you, teaching you taught me. We become a single person as I have an orgasm in you as you shake and thrusts pleasure against me. We find a part of ourselves we never knew.
