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By Heather ©

Chapter 2

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

It had been two days since my father had walked in on Freddie and I, and he still didn’t want to have to look my dad in the eye. As much as I tried to tell him that everything was all cool, he just couldn’t believe that my dad wasn’t going to dress him down. I guess it’s just a thing that guys live with that they get threatened by fathers of their dates so much that they fear getting caught doing anything. Soooo, I guess getting walked in on just before you cum in a girls mouth could be a little scary. The thing I found funny was that it always seems sex is blamed on the guy despite the fact that unless the girl is screaming for help, it’s a pretty sure thing she’s just as involved.

I couldn’t help but throw a tease at Freddie. I apologized for whatever role I had in us getting caught, and then couldn’t help but smirk when I asked him if I could apologize to him with a quick blowjob in my bedroom. The humor of it went right over his head and I realized that it might be a very long time before we ever held hands in the house again, let alone taking a chance on having sex.

We did spend a lot of time talking about the discussions we started the other day on sex. There was a lot of room for youthful experimentation that made us both hot just talking about it. Freddie was fascinated with the idea that I still had my cherry and I was amazed by the detail he went into to tell me how such subtle differences seemed to make things look so different. I’ve never really had much experience looking at other girls close up, so seeing him search for ways to explain how I looked so much more crowded down there was interesting even for me. I asked him if he thought guys could just look at me and tell I still had a hymen. He was sure they wouldn’t notice until they saw blood from a broken one, but now that he had seen one up close he was sure he could. I often wondered what the difference would look like myself and even tried getting a good look at myself through a hand mirror.

As scared as Freddie was to have sex in my house even though my dad was at work, we talked almost non-stop about it. We both loved what the other had done and wanted more of it, but we were going to have to find someplace else to do it at. During our discussion I had referred to having given a couple of boys blowjobs at the shack. Freddie and everyone else in the area knew about the shack beside the train tracks. It was a one room shack that had been used thirty or forty years ago, and was no more now than a nearly caved in play fort. A lot of kids would hide there in the winter to smoke pot out of the elements, and of course the occasional bolwjob. Freddie wanted to know just how many boys had taken me there and I started to be conservative, but finally admitted three for a total of five times. I wasn’t really saving my cherry for the one love of my life I would marry. I was just waiting for a really sincere guy, much like Freddie. But I still had all the cravings of a girl and needed to have some outlet, so it was either blowjobs or handing my butt over to the boys.

Freddie immediately asked if I had ever seriously thought of letting anyone butt fuck me and I told him that only a couple of times in the heat of the moment, but I never knew how to offer it up in a conversation. I liked giving head though, so if I allowed a guy to walk me alone to a place such as the shack, it was a pretty sure bet he could talk his way into my mouth. Obviously his next question was if I wanted to take a walk. I said sure, but it had to be after dark to give us a little cover.

I asked Freddie what the wildest thing was that he had ever done involving sex and he really didn’t want to say. I worked on him until I dragged it out of him. It seemed that he and one of his friends had been at a party together, and shared the same girl for sex. I was immediately tantalized and demanded the details. I could see my perverted desire for those details opened him up since I didn’t seem jealous in the least bit. It turns out that she had been with them the entire day and had been teasing them about having a three-way. They finally ended up each getting to fuck her in a bedroom, one after the other. I’d always wondered how guys could do something like that knowing that some other guy just had his prick where he was going to put his next.

“A hole is a hole, right?” he stated.

I asked him if he thought of me as just a hole and he tripped all over himself trying to explain how I wasn’t. I knew what he had meant, because after all I had been with more than one guy myself. That story came out as he sought to even the lay of the land. I made him promise not to get mad and told him about my second time at the shack. I had been hanging out with two boys for a while and we went out to the shack to hang out. I knew they really wanted to get a peek at my chest, and after that had happened, they were so horny that they successfully talked me into giving them each a quickie blowjob. Freddie wanted all the hot details and I noticed his pants seemed to be pitching a tent. I thought, what the hell, if it gets him hot, why shouldn’t I be honest.

I told him that I had been out of my shirt for a good fifteen minutes before agreeing to take care of their needs, but I insisted that it had to be one at a time. I told him how it was really wild knowing that as I sucked off the first guy, I couldn’t get it out of my mind that the other guy was waiting right outside for his turn at me. Freddie wanted to know what I thought about two boys using me like that and I pointed out to him that I got something out of it too. He seemed to love hearing how I like sucking cock, so I told him about the really awesome feeling I had that night. I struggled to find the words that could really explain how erotic it had felt, and finally I told him that when the first guy went out to get the second, I had a small orgasm. I sneaked my hand into my pants and fucked around with my clit real quick, and wound up having the fastest cum of my life. I was there in the dark, the taste of cum fresh in my mouth, my tiny nipples exposed to the open air. I realized that I couldn’t possibly find the words to make him understand just how horny I was as I was waiting for essentially my next cock to come in. I told him that he had to have been there in my shoes to understand my attraction that night.

So, as it turns out, we had something else that we had shared in our past; being part of three ways. I suddenly wanted to know what other things in the sexual arena that we might share, and Freddie wanted to compare them as well. Since we had just talked about anal sex involving me, I asked him if he had ever stuffed it up a girl’s butt before. He quickly said he hadn’t and searched for something wild to tell me that he had done. I saw his eyes light up and he said very sheepishly that he had watched a guy and girl getting it on once. He stayed very vanilla on the subject until I once again told him I wanted all the details.

He told me how he had been out in the woods just taking a long hike on his own and saw a couple carrying a blanket into a field. He watched as the girl stripped down and proceeded to take the guy’s pants down. Then he described how he actually played with himself as he watched her suck the guys cock. He described the blowjob in such detail that I knew he loved being a voyeur. When he ended his recollection of how she had choked on his cum and spit it all out on the ground, I asked him if he would like to watch another guy get a blowjob again. There was no hesitation from him.

“Hell yeah, that was so fucking hot. Why do you think I just admitted to you that I jerked off watching them?”

I was a little skeptical at what I was thinking, but I finally asked, “What if it was me giving the blowjob?”

That gave him a pause, but he got his thoughts together and said, “I could probably get into that.”

I was intrigued by his answer and stayed on the subject. “You mean if I told you I was going out to the shack with a guy, I might just find you peeping through the window to watch me sucking another guys’ cock?”

He wanted to make sure it wouldn’t be any of his friends, and when I swore I would never fuck around with any of his friends, he answered yes again.

“You’re such a slut. You really love sucking cock, don’t you? Well, if you ever do take and go out there with another guy, you damn well better let me know about it.”

All I could do was raise my eyebrow and understand that my new boyfriend had no qualms about sharing me with other boys under the right conditions. Freddie was turning into such a mind fuck for me. The more I heard of his fantasies, the more I was falling in love with him. And when I felt how wet I was getting between my legs just listening to his confessions, the more I wanted to explore the very subject at hand.

Freddie asked me if I would be turned on knowing he was watching me get it on with another guy and I told him it would probably be just like it was waiting for the second guy to come into the shack for me. That’s when we both fell over the edge. Freddie did that juvenile thing where one would dare the other to put their mouth where their money was. In other words, he dared me to do it.

“What? You don’t think I’d blow another guy so you could watch?”

“No, I don’t think you would. I think you’d chicken out.”

I replied, “You’d get all mad and jealous. I love you too much to do that.”

Then came that hurtful playground word that made my hackles rise, “Chicken?”

That did it. I finally believed that he meant it. He really wanted to watch me give a guy a blowjob. Most girls would think he was a fucking sicko, but I must have been just as sick, because I was so fucking hot now that I wanted to know he was watching me do such a dirty and nasty little deed. I decided that I would call his bluff. I wanted to see how much we really held for each other and told him, “Okay then wise guy. I bet by nine o’clock tonight I’ll be getting my head shoved into some guy’s lap. You going to be there?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there. But I bet you won’t.

It wasn’t long after that that we separated for the day. I figured that to some point we had each been screwing with the other just to get the rise, but the more I thought about our conversation and his facial expressions, I realized that we were so much alike that it was scary. And it seemed that as we shared our love for perverse little sexual get-togethers, that we came to an understanding that love is love, and sex is sex. I had to wonder if my dad was my influence because of his stories of the sixies and growing up with a free spirit. That might explain why it had been so easy for him to overlook it when he walked in on us as I was buried balls deep on Freddie’s wiener.

By the late afternoon I was so fucking wet thinking about all the times I had been at the shack with different guys. It wasn’t into the dozens, but since it had been with three different guys, it seemed like it. I kept going back to the look on Freddie’s face as I had talked about giving different guys blowjobs in my past to keep from having to spread my legs. I was coming to the conclusion that Freddie was going to get my cherry and perhaps quite soon. I had only been hanging onto it in the first place because of a lack of guys that treated me like a real girl. My lack of breasts seemed to be the barometer I would use to gauge if I wanted the boy I was with to have the bragging rights of bagging my virginity. That made it extremely easy for me to wait because Freddie was the very first guy to like my chest, thus finally a guy that liked the entire me. It was nice to have finally found a guy that didn’t see me as just an oddity. That settled it. I was going to let him get a couple of more looks at my hymen so he would be able to remember it well, because he was going to get to pop the little bitch. But, I also was thinking that our little taunting session earlier might be a nice way to make sure he loved all my little quirks. I was giving a lot more thought about the scare I had thrown at him that hadn’t really seemed to work. So, instead of letting it go by as just a sexual tease, I was really thinking about doing it. And as if he were reading my mind…

My phone rang as I was trying to figure out my guy and wouldn’t you know it, it was Freddie. He told me he had to help a friend move until eight and would come by after he took a shower.

“That means you won’t get here until around nine though.”

He seemed a little stunned that I was complaining. “But we didn’t have any plans so I told my friend I could help him move.”

I decided to feel him out and in the most snotty little voice I could muster up. I asked, “But I won’t be here at nine, why would you come here?”

“Why won’t you be there? Where you going?”

I sounded a little upset and whined about how he had forgotten how he was supposed to meet me. I pretended to sniffle some until I heard him say, “That’s right. I thought you were just kidding me, but I’ll make sure to get there early to find a good spot.”

I could have let him go on questioning me about how serious I had been, but I just knew it in my bones that he was just as deviated sexually as myself, so I cut it short. “Remember, you dared me. You better not get mad at me.” I hung up just in time to hear him say something about making him proud. It was odd for either of us to hang up without playing kissy face first, but I didn’t want to give him a chance to pin me down. I had decided as soon as I heard him on the phone that I was going to see if he was just spouting off, or if he really understood the way I felt about sex. Well, if he had been honest with me, he would soon be able to lay claim to bagging himself a virgin. If he had just been saying things he thought I wanted to hear… oh well.

One of the many things I hadn’t told Freddie about yet was that I probably wouldn’t have much of a hard time finding a boy to take me to the shack. When a girl gives a guy head and doesn’t bitch about doing it for him, word tends to get around pretty fast. I may have only gone to the shack with three guys, but there had been many more guys that had mentioned wanting to take me there. Seeking to control just how much of a reputation for being a cocksucking whore I was getting, I obviously had to limit the number of times I would go there. And I knew just the guy that would be perfect to use tonight. And use was the key word.

The guy’s name was Henry and he had heard about me and the shack. He would always act like such a letch trying to get me to go there with him. Then one day he got mad at me for not going with him and brought up the subject in front of several boys as we were hanging out. He boasted that he had heard that I pulled a train of guys there one night and only stopped because I dislocated my jaw. I always planned on getting him back for making an ass of me, and tonight would be the night.

I called a couple of friends to find out where Henry might be hanging out tonight and was told the same ol’ place as always; outside the library. There was a small park next to the library where everyone hung out at one time or another. While I dressed for this evil night of promiscuity, I started to dress how I thought might be attractive for Freddie, but then I realized that I had to become bait to attract Henry first. After thinking about it for a while, I remembered the very first time he had tried to get me to go out to the shack with him. I had worn this very tight, form fitting halter top that showed exactly the tiny spouts that I had. I had only worn that particular top when people had pissed me off with teasing to show them that I really didn’t care what they thought. That night it seemed to have an attractive effect on Henry that drove him wild.

I always thought it funny that the very boys that would talk about loving big tits would always seem to be the ones that wanted an up-close and personal feel of my buds the most. It wasn’t for the reason that they liked them like Freddie, I believe it was more about wanting to see where the big ones started. And along with seeing, they always wanted to cop a quick feel.

Anyways, I dawned the top along with my micro low rise shorts. They were so low cut that I would have to shave the top of my bush to keep it from showing in them. I took a final look at myself in the mirror and really felt like bait then. I headed out for the library about eight o’clock and found Henry shooting the shit with several of his friends. I figured that was good because if I couldn’t hook him, one of his friends would work just as well. It turned out that my only problem was that Henry got to the point much quicker than I thought he would. If I let him lead me off too quickly, Freddie wouldn’t have a chance to catch us in the act. By this time I was seriously wet over just how Freddie was going to look at his girlfriend sucking on another’s guy prick, but I was pretty sure that he was as wild and freaky as myself. If I turned it around, as long as I knew Freddie was screwing a girl just so I could see it, I wouldn’t have a problem. Well, at least not looking back at it way down the road. Hell, sex is sex and doesn’t really have anything to do with love.

I could tell Henry was nervous that I was getting so close to his body, because that really wasn’t like me. But luckily his hormones overruled every thought of common sense that came to him. And I, like most girls knew that to sign the deal for sex, all I had to do was reach out and touch his arm. That tiny, little, seemingly insignificant contact was all any girl ever had to do to start a guy into a frenzy. I figured the shack was ten minutes away, so I would kick my seduction into full swing just about five minutes till nine. I was thinking it would take about a minute for Henry to hit on me, and that would give Freddie about five minutes to get really horny in anticipation. I had been wondering all day if he would want to fuck right after his chance to become a voyeur or if it would be a few days. I was hoping for a few more days of fooling around, but I guess that sort of depended on how wild things went with Freddie.

About ten to nine I was getting a lot nervous myself, because while I was throwing myself at Henry, several of his fiends were getting incidental contact. I would say or do something to get Henry all hot and bothered and one of the other boys would respond first. I knew that when I made my final move that I was going to make damn sure that none of his friends were in tow. I wanted to sexually charge Freddie’s mind with what I would do for him, not shock him by showing myself as a whore and pull a train of guys through my mouth. And then it was time.

I told Henry that I was getting bored, reached my hand out to rub down his arm once, and waited for his response. I could see in his eyes that it was an instant hit, but that last bit of common sense that was hanging around in his head tried winning over.

“What are you up to? I thought you were still pissed off at me.”

I knew I couldn’t go totally unbelievable, so, “I still am a little. But… after all these months… I’ve been wondering about you.”

“I don’t know. I think you’re up to something.” With that he decided to test my sincerity. I was glad that I saw it coming or I might have decked him instead. He reached out and right in front of about three of his friends he rubbed his hand down the side of my chest, rubbing his thumb right over my left nipple. As pissed as I was at him, I knew I was finally going to get him back, so I had to bide my time. Instead of jumping back from his hand, I pushed my chest into him. He smiled brilliantly and his friends were oohing and ahhing.

I looked at his friends and leaned in so only Henry could hear me. “I’m getting a little worried about your boys, you want to split?”

He told his friends a quick goodbye and tugged on my arm. That bothered me in that I always liked the sexual thrill it would cause me to have when I guy just grabbed my arm as if to usher me away for his use, but I knew I was setting him up for a downfall and I didn’t like his attitude of triumph over me.

I asked him where we should go and he wanted to know what for. “I thought you knew what I wanted to do?” I said.

“Well, I wanted to take you to the shack, but I don’t want to get you mad. I thought we’d go to my house instead.”

I panicked! I never realized I might get a wrench thrown at me. I told him I didn’t want to be trapped behind any lockable doors and that all I wanted to find out was what he would be like in the way I was known.

“You won’t get pissed if we went to the shack then?”

I said “no” and that I would prefer just giving him a quickie. He bought it and started walking me the several blocks in that direction. I don’t know what it was, but when he never once released his grip on my arm, it started turning me on in a strange way. The plan was to make sure that Freddie got a quick peep, and then to leave Henry high and dry. The idea was that the only way Henry was going to get off would be if her jerked off after I left. Of course I had a few choice comments I was going to leave him with. I wanted him to know why I would start blowing him and not finish; after all, that was why I picked him.

Henry was making small talk along the walk and I noticed he was walking me at a faster pace than I normally walked. What this prick couldn’t know was how that heightened my thrill normally, because when a guy knows I’m going to let him have at me, it’s a wild feeling knowing that I’ve gotten him so horny that he essentially claims me as his property for the moment. Knowing that he thinks he’s taking control of me for the next little while always gives me that feel of really being needed so bad that I get wet with anticipation of tasting him in my mouth. Okay, I’m sick. But I really love the combination of a guy needing me so bad, and decidedly taking me as his ‘sexual servant”. I knew that as soon as I got the guy off that their normal actions would immediately come back and they’d treat me like normal. It was just the sex talking.

I could see the shack just past the depot building in the darkness. I was so hopeful that Freddie was waiting in the shadows. I was starting to feel a little unnerved by Henry and what his reactions might be. And then the ass just had to start confiding in me.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about you coming out here with me, Bobby. You know, I see you going off with other guys and I always wished it was me. You know who told me about you, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I found out. But he got his.”

“So how come if you like giving head so much you never wanted to come out here with me before?”

“I don’t know. At first you just didn’t appeal to me, than you had to go and say all that mean shit about me.”

“I’m sorry. I wish I could take that back, but you always frustrated me so much. Half the time when you’d hang out with us I’d be standing around trying to hide my boner. The other half you ignored me. And all the time I would remember what I was told about you and wish I had a shot at your attention.”

The prick! Now I was feeling bad at what I had in mind for him. Between his grip on my arm and the lust growing in my mind at being only moments away from a two-fer, I was having my mind torn in half. I wanted so bad to let Freddie peep at me for the sexual charge I would get from it and get a little taste of my favorite pastime at the same time, and now guilt was being exercised into the picture.

Henry now had me at the door of the shack and as I tried looking for any sign of Freddie, I couldn’t go on. As bad as I wanted to go in there to set the world right, I was being such a bitch. But just as I was about to pull from his grip and admit what I was really doing out here with him, he renewed his grip on my upper arm and pulled harder at me. I bit my lip trying to find the courage to tell him, but he jerked me forwards a little.

“Come on, you can’t bring me all the way out here just to tease me.” His eyes lit up with anger and he said, “You did didn’t you? This is just a fucking game for you, isn’t it?”

I was ashamed at what I had started and despite that he got it right, I felt bad for him now. I knew I had to do something, but I couldn’t think of what. But when he tugged on my arm again, my refusal to enter the shack turned into simple reluctance, and he did as any guy would at this point and pulled me a little harder. It felt so weird getting pulled through a doorway I had several times walked through so willingly. But the circumstances this time weren’t so pleasant anymore.

Freddie backed me up against a wall and started rubbing at my chest. I didn’t know what to do anymore, so I just left my hands down and allowed him to feel me up. It wasn’t long before I felt his hands prying their way under my skin tight top. He wanted to kiss me, but I turned my head. He seemed satisfied with kissing the side of my neck and biting at my ears. But it occurred to me that Freddie could very well be watching and I didn’t want him to see me making out with another guy. Sex was one thing, but I wasn’t going to make any motions indicating love for him to ponder over.

Henry started rolling my top up to get at my bare skin. I started to stop him, but he was feeling me up so well and I was feeling so guilty at what I had been planning, that I let him finally pull it over my head.

“God, I’ve always loved the look of your tight little chest. Your tits are so small and cute.”

I wondered what tits he was looking at since the best I saw was an inch of rise out of the cavity of my chest. He had worked my nipples into getting very hard for him, and it felt really good when he gently bit at one while twisting the other in his fingers. Then when I heard him murmur how wonderful they tasted to him, I abandoned any idea I had had of teasing him. The problem was that I had already let him get started on me, and he had brought me all the way out here for the specific purpose of getting his cock sucked off. I looked through the many holes in the shack looking for any sign of Freddie, but saw none. I was coming to the point of knowing that I couldn’t possibly be the bitch I had started out as. It was clear that Henry had only been mean to me that one time out of total sexual frustration. And now that he was treating my tits as precious jewels, I knew I had to follow through on what he was expecting me to do.

While I looked down to see his mouth so gently lapping at my two little points in the glimmer of the street lights, I reached down between us and fumbled with his belt. He had no idea how much he was turning me on by the way he was suckling away at my chest.

“Damn, Bobby. I love the taste of you. These fucking tiny nipples are so wild. You’re going to look so young all your life…”

I started working faster and found my desire to see his package as great as it would be with any other guy. I took a quick feel of his hardon with the palm of my hand, then went back to getting his pants open. He was definitely hard for me and felt bigger than I would have imagined. The bastard had turned the tables on me and now I was the one losing control. I wanted to get to my favorite sex act and suck his cock dry. When I finally got his zipper down, I slithered down between him and the wall as his teeth gave one last tug at my right nipple as I pulled it free from him.

My whole chest was wet from his slurping on me. As I got lower, I tugged his pants and shorts down as I went to my knees. It’s always so hot seeing a guy’s cock for the first time and right in front of your face. They all have their own little differences that make them unique and individual. And now I was in my own throes of heat. I bent his cock forward and down a little to suck him into my mouth. I went into my little dreamland as I fellated him so lovingly. Suddenly I realized that Henry was going to get the same talented blowjob I gave any guy that found his way into my mouth.

Henry wasn’t doing anything to help remind me that I had talked him into this position to essentially leave him half-done and with blue balls. Instead he was telling me quietly how wonderful I felt on his cock. He said I should feel like a master at giving head and never mind the nasty little things people might say about it. And with every new utterance, it drove me to work him deeper into my mouth to milk his sperm. I even grabbed his ass to pull him into me deeper and struggled to twist the inside of my mouth all over the head of his cock while it was all the way in. I looked up and saw his hands were plastered against the wall and his body kept my head pinned against the wall of the shack. I squirmed around knowing how I guy likes a little unusual movement.

I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying this guy’s cock and was absolutely feasting on him. That’s when I heard him tell me he was getting ready to cum. I knew that warning well, pushed him back just far enough so I could look up to see his face and whimpered, “Good!” while wearing a very lusty smile, I‘m sure. I went right back to work on his cock which is the same as saying, “fill me up” and set my mind to absorb every tingle of delight. For a guy I had heard was a duffus in bed, he certainly was working himself off in my mouth really well. I don’t think I’d ever tried so hard to milk a boy’s cock before and was moaning for him to cum for me. And then I felt his cum hitting the roof of my mouth.

I sucked it down, moaning and sucking non-stop. I rarely ever tried tasting a guy’s stuff, but this time I was a raving cum slut and purposely tried holding it in my mouth long enough to taste it. As soon as I did get a taste, I swallowed every shot of his cum as he held my head against the wall, impaled on a very hard prick. He took a few more pumps into my mouth while emptying his balls and repeatedly told me how much he appreciated me sucking him off. It wasn’t till this very moment I remembered that Freddie was supposed to be watching. I hadn’t told him how I was just going to give him a free show and then leave Henry with a sad case of blue balls, but now I ran through my mind at what he would have seen and even got to my feet and ran outside to look for him. I became aware that my top was still off and went back to see a bewildered Henry.
“I thought you ran off.’

I told him I thought I had seen someone and that now I was nervous and wanted to leave. While I pulled my top back over my head and into place, I begged Henry not to tell anyone about what I had just done for him. He told me that it would be hard to convince the guys back at the library that nothing had happened, but he swore to keep the blowjob to himself. I thanked him and we both headed back.

I kept looking around for Freddie all the time and never saw him. I was feeling lucky that he had decided I had only been kidding him. When Henry and I went to separate, I leaned up to kiss him goodbye, but he pulled away from me. I gave him that knowing little smile, said I understood and headed home. I know guys get more than a little repulsed at the thought of kissing the very mouth that just had their own cum in it. I understood how guys felt emasculated to do that and took it as part of the territory.

As soon as I got home, I called Freddie. His mom told me that he had left an hour earlier to take a walk on the tracks. That meant that he had probably gone by to watch. Since he wasn’t around, I had to believe that I just blew it with him. I was feeling so stupid for losing a guy I was really fallen in love with just to tease him. I had thought he would love watching me get x-rated for him, but I obviously made a very wrong assumption.

I was feeling miserable for the next ten minutes until I heard a knock at the door. I ran to find Freddie there. I gave him a really nig kiss and hugged him so hard. We stood in the door and fenched each other for a while as Freddie held me to him by my ass. I finally had to ask the question.

“So, did you go to the shack?” He nodded his head a little, but didn’t say a word. “I guess you saw it?” Again he nodded his head. “Do you hate me?”

This time he looked very perplexed and said, “No, I told you I wouldn’t be mad.”

I asked him what had taken him so long to show himself and he shied away from the question. I asked him what was wrong, but he didn’t want to answer. I took both of his hands in mine and kissed them, and asked him to tell me what was wrong. I kissed his hands again while he stammered around the question and then I started smirking bright enough to light up the outside of the house. I smelled why it took him so long to get to my house. I mad an obvious sniffing motion at his hands. He realized he had been caught and blushed sooo hard.

“I guess maybe you did like what you saw, hunh Freddie?”

He blushed again and admitted to me that after having seen me in action that he had to jerk himself off before following us. My world was spared a major trial and I pulled Freddie inside and shut the door. We went to my room and talked about his voyeuring experience and it turned out he loved it. That’s when I told him that meant I loved it too and told him I expected payment for being a good girl. He wanted to know what I wanted as payment and I told him a second trip to the shack might be pretty awesome. He agreed and I pushed him onto his back, got on top of him, and gave him a real deep kiss. That’s when it occurred to me about how I must have tasted to him and yanked back. I sheepishly told him I should brush my teeth before I kissed him again. I started to get off him when he held my hands and wouldn’t let me go.

I knew at the door. You did all that for me, I’m not going to worry about it if you don’t. I had never known a guy not repulsed at kissing a girl that had just given a blowjob to another guy. I was falling deeply in love with this man.

All the way back to the shack, I was ecstatic with the thought that my guy had really gotten into watching me fuck around in front of him and that he was okay with it. I never really thought about what would happen after doing it, but now it was the only thing we could talk and think about.

As the shack came back into view, all the things I had just felt and done came flooding back to me. From this view I got so fucking wet just thinking how a half hour earlier I had been on my knees sucking off another guy. Freddie was about to get the blowjob of his life.

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