Subject:     My First Date After Steve 
Story Codes: mf f-solo oral
Diary Date:  March 24, 2000 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Steve had taken my virginity and until he moved away, he was the only one I 
had sex with.  Now that he was gone, what would it be like to go out with 
someone new? How far would I let him go? What would it be like to be with 
someone other than Steve?

Steve had taken my virginity and until he moved away, he was the only one I 
had sex with.  Now that he was gone, what would it be like to go out with 
someone new? How far would I let him go? What would it be like to be with 
someone other than Steve?

Table of Contents:  
   Chapter 1  Missing Steve  
   Chapter 2  A Mothers Advice  
   Chapter 3  A Fathers Advice  
   Chapter 4  A Date With Doug


Chapter 1  Missing Steve
=========================

Last summer when I was fourteen and getting ready to start high school, I 
gave up my virginity to my friends older brother, Steve.  At sixteen, Steve 
was going to be a junior so naturally I was thrilled that an older boy would 
be interested in me in that way, especially since I wasn't exactly at the 
head of the class in terms of physical development.  While my boobs may not 
have been where I wanted them, the desire was certainly there!

Fortunately for me, especially when I compare myself to many of my friends in 
similar situations, my first time went well.  Of course it helped that it 
wasn't Steves first time (he claimed to have had sex with several other 
girls before me).  Not only that, my mom and I had spent quite a bit of time 
discussing it as well.  Perhaps the best part was that Steve didn't just fuck 
me and then drop me like I was just another notch on his belt.  We stayed 
together afterwards and he was essentially the only boy I had sex with until 
his mom was transferred and he had to move away.

With Steve now gone, I was facing a dilemma Id never had to deal with 
before.   Over the past eight months or so that we dated, I felt secure with 
the familiarity we shared.  I learned what he wanted during sex and we both 
learned more about my bodys needs and desires.  It didn't bother me that our 
relationship was based almost completely on sex because frankly, thats what 
I wanted at the time.  When I had sex for the first time it was like a blind 
man who could suddenly see and afterwards I simply couldn't get enough of it.  
Steve was more than willing to accommodate my needs, thank goodness, so it 
wasn't like I was trying to get laid by every guy in school or anything like 
that.  Now, though, besides the feelings of loss in losing Steve as a 
boyfriend, there was also the question of dealing with the sudden loss of 
having my sexual needs fulfilled.

Sexually speaking, losing Steve was like a smoker going cold turkey except 
instead of depending on gum or a patch, all I could do was masturbate  and 
boy did I ever! It even got to the point where my mom commented one day about 
how often I was doing it.  As much as I loved to play with myself, it just 
wasn't the same as having Steves wonderful cock in me.  It wasn't just the 
fucking either.  Some girls may do it just to please their guy, but I truly 
enjoyed sucking Steves dick.  Actually, to be completely honest, I LOVED 
sucking his cock.  There was just something about taking him in my mouth, 
licking and sucking on him, feeling him grow and harden as he responded to 
me, that I could never get enough of.  I loved it when he would cum in my 
mouth, swallowing every drop I could and then proudly showing him my empty 
mouth afterwards. I loved everything about it  and no amount of masturbation 
could satisfy THAT need within me.

Several guys started asking me if I was interested in going out almost 
immediately after Steve left.  At first I turned them all down because I knew 
they only wanted to fuck me like I was some trophy deer.  Although Id only 
let Steve do me up to now, I knew that hed told most of his friends about me 
and so the word was out that I wasnt exactly a prude on a date.  Now with 
Steve out of the picture, they probably thought I was easy pickings for a 
quick suck and fuck.  Although my pussy tingled when they asked, knowing what 
they wanted to do to me, deep down I just couldnt quite bring myself say 
yes.  When I looked at their crotches I would find myself thinking about 
Steve and how his would expand whenever we went out together.  It didn't help 
that they werent very subtle about it either, leering at me when they asked 
if I would go out with them with one guy being so bold as to ask straight out 
if I wanted to go to his car and suck him off after school! The sad thing 
was, I was so horny for a dick by then I almost said yes!

One night after school I was watching TV with my parents and suddenly the 
most overwhelming urge to be fucked struck me.  God, it felt like I was going 
to explode if I didn't have it! I was laying back on the couch watching TV 
with my dad (my mom was working the evening shift at the hospital) and I 
tightened my legs together with my hands between them.  I couldn't help but 
squirm as I dreamed of Steve and how he use to fill me up with his cum after 
fucking me long and hard.  God what I would have given to ride his hard dick 
at that moment!

Ummmmm... you OK Kelly? my dad asked, lowering the newspaper he was reading 
so he could look over at me.

Yeah, sorry dad, I just miss Steve I guess.

My dad chuckled and smiled at me saying, I imagine it must be hard for 
you... or should I say, the problem is that it ISNT hard for you.

Daddy, you shouldn't say things like that! I exclaimed, pretending to be 
shocked at his boldness.

Well, you know what to do..., he said gently, returning to his newspaper.

Of course he was referring to masturbation.  My parents both did it regularly 
and they encouraged me to whenever the need arose.  Really, why not? Its a 
natural part of life, no different than scratching an itch, so it wasn't like 
I was embarrassed to do it or anything.  Usually I did it in my bedroom or 
the hot tub but there had been a few times, well, more than a few times, when 
I was REALLY horny and would just wherever I was (assuming I wouldn't get 
arrested).   THIS was turning into one of those times as my pussy itched like 
it was covered with poison ivy.  Finally, I just HAD to touch myself! My dad 
wouldn't care, if he even noticed as absorbed as he was in his newspaper, and 
even if he did It wasn't like I was doing it to put on a show or anything 
weird like that.  I needed to do it for ME, not him.

Reaching under my nightshirt, my fingers touched my smooth lower stomach and 
then moved downward to run through the fuzzy pubic hair that was covering my 
pussy a little more each day.  It wasn't that long but I was so proud of it 
after waiting for years for my baby pussy to finally mature.  My moms pussy 
was covered with a thick covering of curly black pubic hair so I knew I had 
the genes.  Funny thing, as much as I was pleased to see mine growing in, I 
noticed at school and at sleepovers that some of my friends were starting to 
shave their pussies.  Maybe someday I might shave mine as well, but for now I 
didn't want to look like a twelve year-old kid!

Reaching further down, my finger slid between my pussy lips.  They were 
already wet from my earlier thoughts about Steve and my finger easily 
penetrated my pussy hole as I pushed it in to the first knuckle or so.  The 
palm of my hand rubbed against my sensitive clit as my pussy finger circled 
around just inside the entrance to my pussy, stimulating the nerves that sent 
waves of sensual pleasures throughout me.  Pulling my wet finger out, I 
played with my clit, using the moistness of my pussy to make it slippery.  My 
clit created such a swell of pure pleasure I couldn't help but moan out load.

My dad must have heard me moaning because he grabbed the remote and turned up 
the TV volume a couple of notches.  I took the hint and got up from the couch 
and started to walk up to my bedroom where I wouldnt bother my dad.

Hey, I didn't mean that you had to run off, my dad called to me, I just 
couldn't hear with all the sound effects!

I just shrugged and said it was OK and turned back to the stairs.  I didn't 
normally masturbate right in front of him although often I might just play 
with myself a little, not to really get myself off but just to scratch an 
itch as my mom would have said.  At least up in my room I didn't have to 
worry that I was being too loud for him to hear the TV! Sheesh, the one time 
I make a little noise and he had to say something about it.  Its not like I 
ever said anything when he jerked off watching one of his porn movies or 
something!


Chapter 2  A Mothers Advice
=============================

The next morning my mom and I were eating breakfast as my dad having already 
left to go to his office downtown.  I had to get to school soon but it was 
nice to have some time alone with my mom, especially when she was working 
this ridiculous evening shift and I didn't see her all night unless I stayed 
up past midnight.  We were just talking about school and work when she put 
down her spoon and looked at me with a grin.  Uh-oh, what was up?

I hear you were pretty horny last night, she said in a teasing voice, 
Still missing Steve, eh?

Oh, I guess Dad must have said something, I said in a low voice, not sure 
where this was going.  She had never cared if my dad saw me masturbating 
before so I didn't understand why it was an issue now.  I couldn't believe 
that he had complained about me being noisy while he was watching TV!

Oh dont worry about your dad,  she said, taking my hand in hers, Im 
getting worried about YOU.   Why arent you seeing other boys if youre 
feeling that way? Im sure there are plenty who would be more than happy to 
take care of your needs.

I dont know mom, I whined.  It reminded me of when I was ten years old and 
she asked me if I was starting to like boys.

Well, I think you should start dating again, she said in a serious tone, 
Its not good for you to keep all that tension bottled up inside.

I know... but thats ALL they want, I complained, Steve must have told 
every boy in school about us and now everyone treats me like a slut.

My mom looked like she wanted to break out laughing but she managed to 
contain herself.  So whats wrong with that? Be honest, its not like you 
and Steve went played cards or bowling every night.  If thats what people 
think, why not take advantage of it?

She was right, I was being a bit two-faced about everything even if she 
didn't come right out and say it that way.  On the one hand I wanted sex with 
Steve every chance I had, but on the other hand I still had this nave image 
of myself that I wasn't quite ready to dump.

So you think Im a slut too? I asked my mom.

Oh Kelly, that depends on what you mean by slut, my mom responded gently, 
Youre certainly not a bad girl, just a cutie that enjoy sex so in some 
peoples books that makes you a dirty slut.  In my book, it just means that 
youre a sexy slut.  If I was in your shoes, Id be proud of it.  After all, 
guys dont call ugly girls who put out sluts, do they?

I guess it made sense when you looked at it that way.  After all, my dad 
already referred to me as his little slut sometimes when he teased me and I 
knew he didn't mean anything bad by it.  Yet even so, sometimes when I passed 
a group of boys I could hear the whispers and when I heard the word slut it 
still made me feel a bit odd.

So what should I do then Mom? I asked, Should I just go for it and start 
fucking other guys or go slow, maybe just dating them for a while first?

My mom shook her head at me and grinned, Oh no, youre not going to pin me 
down on THAT one! If it was me, Id start out maybe in the middle; you know  
maybe a BJ or something like that but dont let them fuck you right away.  
After all, you want to be a slut , not a whore.

Whats the difference?

What, besides the fact one gets paid and the other does it for free?

I nodded and my mom continued.  Well, when a guy dates a whore he knows what 
hes going to get and he expects to get it, no questions asked.  Now with a 
slut, on the other hand, he has hopes but not necessarily expectations as he 
cant be sure how far shell go.  A whore can never really tease like a slut 
because a guy knows with a whore hes getting it eventually whereas with a 
slut theres always that question of will she or wont she? Whores sell their 
bodies, sluts use them.

You gotta love my mom! She always seems to have the right answer for me.  On 
the one hand she looked out for me and tried to steer me in the right 
direction.   Yet on the other hand she was willing to back off and allow me 
to make my own mistakes and experiment  so long as I didn't get hurt.  It 
was times like this when her wisdom and guidance was invaluable to me and I 
left for school feeling much better about myself.


Chapter 3  A Fathers Advice
=============================

I wasn't at school more than ten minutes before I had my first opportunity to 
apply her recommendations.  Doug was a senior, making him very mature and 
older so far as I was concerned, much more than the immature boys in my 
Freshman class.  He must have been at least six feet tall with bleach blonde 
hair and a tight butt to die for! I was putting my coat away when he first 
approached me.   At first I couldn't believe my eyes.  EVERY girl in school 
dreamed about Doug and for him to even talk to a little freshman like me 
would keep the rumor mill going among the girls for weeks.

Hey Kelly, how ya doing? he asked, in a deep voice that seemed so much more 
mature than the squeaky noises the boys my age made.

I just stared at him, unable to even speak, still not quite believing that he 
was talking to ME.

Hey, if Im bothering you, just say the word, he said, raising his hands.

Oh no! I finally blurted out, Youre fine!

Yes, he was fine  VERY fine in fact.

Thats cool.  Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow night? 
he asked.

Ummmmm, OK, where to?

I could have kicked myself.  Who cares where he took me so long as he did!

Well, I was thinking maybe a movie or something  would that be OK?

Hell, he could have taken me to Wal-Mart for all I cared.  Here one of the 
hunkiest guys in school wanted to take me out  and I was acting as if I was 
worried where he was taking me!

Sure, that would be cool, I quickly replied, hoping he didn't think I was 
being hesitant.

Great, Ill pick you up around eight tomorrow night then, OK?

I just nodded but as he walked away I could just imagine my moms reaction to 
the eight oclock part.  After school I rushed home but my mom had already 
left for work so the house was mine, at least until my dad got home and that 
probably wouldnt be for an hour at least.  After thinking about nothing all 
day but going out with Doug, you can imagine how horny I was by now.  I made 
a bee-line for my bedroom and quickly stripped off my jeans and jumped on top 
of my bed.

Steve was great but I had never gone out with anyone like Doug before.  
First, he was older  a senior even! Half the girls in school would have 
killed for a date with him, even though he had quite a reputation for having, 
shall we say, roaming hands.  Any guy who looked like him probably could 
get away with that so I guess you couldn't blame him for taking advantage of 
it! My hands went straight for my pussy as I started to imagine how his hands 
might start roaming around ME.

My finger started to circle my clit as I imagined unzipping Dougs jeans and 
reaching in for the first time to find his cock inside.  I moaned as I 
imagined how hard and thick he would be already from looking at me and 
wishing he could fuck me.  How would he feel in my hand? How would his cock 
taste the first time I took him in my mouth? How much cum would he shoot in 
my mouth? Would I be able to take it all or would it spill out over my chin? 
A million questions seemed to run through my head as I plunged my finger into 
my pussy, imagining that it was his dick that was inside of me, while my 
other hand rubbed my slit.   My hips lifted up off the bed as I imagined 
raising myself to meet his thrusts as he rammed his hard cock in me over and 
over until l finally he came and shot his sperm deep inside of me, mating me 
like some animal in heat.

God I wanted a real dick in me! For a moment I contemplated getting one of my 
moms dildos out but I didn't want a plastic fake  I wanted a real cock! I 
wanted a wonderful dick, one that would grow in my mouth as I sucked it, feel 
his pulse in my mouth as his hard shaft filled it, one that would unload 
streams of warm cum into my mouth that I could swallow as he watched.

My orgasm struck and my hips must have raised a foot off the bed before I 
fell flat on my bed and groaned so loud the neighbors would have heard had 
the windows been open.

Fuck me Doug! I cried out to the empty room as imagined him over me as I 
laid in bed, his thick cock poised at the entrance to my pussy, begging him 
to fill it.

God it felt so good to cum! All day it took every bit of willpower I had not 
to play with myself in the middle of class.  I was so damn horny and it felt 
so good to finally cum and let the tension out of me except it was more like 
a rubber band snapping than being loosened.  I kept stroking myself, playing 
with my pussy and clit, keeping myself on that sharp edge where my orgasm 
just seemed to stretch on forever.  I never wanted it to stop! My bed must 
have been getting soaked as I felt myself gushing over my fingers and then my 
cum dripping down my ass to the sheets.

Eventually my orgasm quieted down although my pussy would still quiver now 
and then as I laid back with my eyes closed and my hand cupping my drenched 
pussy.   Everything was deathly silent and I could even hear our grandfather 
clock ticking downstairs.  Not only that, I could hear the floor barely 
squeaking, as if someone was shifting their weight just outside my room in 
the hallway.  My eyes immediately popped open and I lifted my head to see who 
was in the hallway.   Imagine my surprise to see my dear old dad!

Dad! I exclaimed, more surprised he was home than anything else,  What are 
you doing home so early?

What do you mean? he questioned me, No earlier than usual.

I glanced over at the clock and sure enough, it was.  Damn, I had been 
masturbating over an hour! How long had that orgasm lasted?

Guess you lost track of time, he kidded me, looking in from the doorway.   
Given that he was seeing me with nothing on from the waist down with my wet 
hand on my pussy, it was obvious what Id been doing. Well, now I see why... 
hope you enjoyed it!

He smiled at me and then turned to go into the bathroom, leaving me alone 
once again.  Well, not QUITE as alone as I thought I was before.  I waited 
for him to finish and when I heard him opening the door I jumped out of bed 
and hurried over to greet him properly.  As he opened the bathroom door he 
was met by his loving daughter who put her hands around him and gave him a 
big hug.

Wow, what did I do to deserve this today? he chuckled, wrapping his strong 
arms around me and holding me close to him.

Nothing special, just wanted to say I love you, I mumbled best as I could 
with my head buried in his chest.

Okay, okay, he laughed, Why dont you put something on and then you can 
tell me about your new boyfriend.

I looked up at him with a puzzled face.  How do you know about Doug?

My dad reached around and smacked me playfully on my bare bottom.  Fathers 
know everything, havent you figured that out by now?

Oh daddy! I pouted, scooting away into the bathroom before he could spank 
me again.

After I had showered and thrown on a t-shirt, I headed downstairs to make us 
some supper.  The t-shirt pretty well covered me up so at least if he started 
teasing me again he couldn't get in another cheap shot like he had upstairs! 
I just heated up some leftovers Mom had left out for us and we sat down at 
the table to eat and talk a bit.  As it turned out, my mom must have told him 
everything, which didn't surprise me as I dont think she hides much of 
anything from him.  Actually, I dont either, it just makes it easier when 
she tells him so I dont have to repeat myself.

So how old is this boy again? my dad asked, looking up at me from his paper 
he had been reading while we talked.

Seventeen, I replied, I think he turns eighteen in a month or so.

Little old for you, dont you think?

Dad! Im fifteen now so its not like Im still in grade school or 
something, I protested.

My dad laughed and reached out to take my hand.  He smiled at me and said 
gently, Im not trying to be overly protective, baby.  I just know what I 
was like when I was his age and I know what I want when I dated a girl like 
you.   That may been a while ago, but I doubt boys have changed all that much 
since.

Oh daddy, its not like I havent done it before.

Well, youve got a point there, he agreed.  Heck, if anyone knew about me 
doing it, he did after watching me with my Steve a few times in my room.  I 
use to tell Steve to leave my door cracked open so we could hear if my 
parents came up the stairs.  He had no idea what my real motive was.  As I 
recalled one of those times, I smiled to myself as I wondered what Steve 
would have said had he ever known his girlfriends dad had been spying on us 
when he was fucking me in my bedroom.  God, I imagine he would have died!

Well, just be careful tonight, OK baby? Im just guessing here, but from 
what I saw earlier I have a feeling youve been a bit hornier than usual 
lately.   This date could be like going grocery shopping when youre hungry, 
if you know what I mean.

Daddy! You werent suppose to see that! I teased him, pretending to be 
embarrassed that he had caught me masturbating earlier although that was 
about the last thing I had felt.  Then I thought about something he had said 
earlier that had roused my curiosity.

 So you really wouldve wanted someone like me when you were Dougs age, eh 
Dad? Would you want me now?

As soon as I said it I felt my face flush.  God, did I really ask him that?  
What was I thinking? My dad hesitated before he answered.  Undoubtedly that 
had NOT been a question he was expecting!

Well... IF I was his age and IF I was going to school with you, of course I 
would, he finally said.  Kelly, youre a beautiful girl and sexy as hell so 
what boy in his right mind wouldn't want you? Doesnt hurt either that youre 
s bit of a slut.

I grinned and felt my cheeks flush a little.  It made me feel good about 
myself that he felt that way about me.  I mean, what girl wouldn't be pleased 
to be told such a thing? It made me tingle a little to hear my own dad call 
me a slut and if anything, it made me feel more secure about myself in that 
if my own father thought I was sexy, imagine what the boys at school thought 
of me!

Remember, though, he continued, just because they all WANT you doesnt 
mean you have to let them have you.  Sometimes a little tease goes further 
than anything else.  Trust me, guys are turned on more by a slutty tease who 
MIGHT put out than a girl who jumps in bed with anyone.  Just dont get a rep 
as a cock teaser, guys hate them!

Knowing a bit about my dads escapades back in high school and college, I 
took it all as good advice and wondered how I would use it with Doug later.  
As horny as I was I certainly wouldn't mind if Doug fucked me but at the same 
time, he wasn't exactly known for being discreet.  Undoubtedly he would be 
telling everyone the next day if I put out on the first date.

After cleaning up supper I went back upstairs to get ready for Doug.  I was 
still mulling over my dads advice and in the end I decided to change the 
outfit I was planning to wear.  My original plan was to wear a short denim 
skirt and a tight white sweater with a black thong underneath.  The skirt 
showed off my legs well and when I crossed them it didn't leave much to the 
imagination when it came to my ass.  The sweater was better for the time of 
year than a cami or tank top which I would have preferred in the summer; but 
it was still thin and about a size too small so it stretched over my boobs, 
making the most of what little I had upstairs.

In the end I put the skirt back in my closet and pulled a pair of jeans from 
my dresser.  They were tight enough to show off my ass nicely yet thick 
enough to let him wonder whether I was wearing anything between me and my 
jeans  which I wasn't planning to do.  I kept the sweater and without a bra, 
the material stimulated my nipples with almost every move I made.

My hair was another story.  It seemed it never went the way I wanted it to 
and I couldn't help but be jealous of all those models with full wavy hair.  
On the one hand I was thrilled to be dating an older boy, but I wasn't so 
nave as to not realize he was probably just as thrilled to get a shot at a 
younger girl as well so I decided to go with a more youthful look than 
mature.  Nothing like a ponytail to pull that one off! A pair of black heels, 
a little makeup, and I was ready to go!

While I waited in the kitchen for Doug to come, my dad walked through and his 
eyes looked me up and down.

Damn, youre looking hot, he nodded approvingly, I like the way youve got 
that little girl thing going with the hair.  Lets see... the tight 
sweaters a bit of an invitation but the jeans are definitely a barrier.  All 
in all, I like it.

I smiled at his approval and just then I heard Dougs pull in our driveway.  
I ran to the door and my dad called after me.

Hey, dont guys come to the door anymore?

Oh daddy, its the 21st century! I replied, waving goodbye as I went out 
the door. 


Chapter 4  A Date With Doug
============================

Not only do guys not come to the door anymore, apparently they dont open car 
doors either as Doug remained planted in the drivers seat while I let myself 
in from the passenger side.

Actually, I shouldnt say car door as Doug was driving a large Ford pickup 
truck which I had to step up high to get into.  I could just imagine the view 
my neighbors would have gotten had I left my short skirt on!  The truck had a 
bench seat and as we drove off I felt like I was above all the traffic being 
so high up in the air.  Come to think of it, this was my first date in a 
truck!

We just made small talk as I wondered where Doug was planning to take me.  He 
didn't seem to inclined to tell me right away as we wound our way through the 
south side of town.

When I had gotten in I had taken a seat on the passenger side as I would have 
with anyone.  Since this was our first date, I figured he could make some of 
the moves first so if he wanted me to scoot over and sit next to him then he 
should ask.  Since he didn't, I stayed where I was with about two feet 
between us.  It wasn't a big deal one way or the other as it only took about 
ten minutes to get to the theater.  He drive around the back of the shopping 
area to where the movie theater entrance was and parked.

I hope you dont mind seeing a movie, he said, turning towards me after he 
had turned off the engine.

I just nodded and smiled, not sure what to say at this moment.  Personally, 
we could have skipped the movie and stayed in his truck and made out all 
night.   God he was gorgeous! The weather was mild so he had on a pair of 
jeans with a flannel shirt and no jacket.  For a moment I thought of Steve, 
my old boyfriend, and then quickly put those thoughts away.  Doug was so much 
older and he was built!

Well, it starts in a few minutes so I guess wed better get going, he said, 
breaking the silence between us.  We both got out and walked to the entrance 
but I noticed he didn't try to take my hand or put his arm around me. Hmm, 
maybe he wasn't quite as forward as some of the girls claimed he was.

Doug paid for the tickets and then we went to the snack bar for some popcorn 
and a drink which we took with us to the theater.  He led me to some seats 
which were in the center but towards the top of the stadium seating area.  
There werent a lot of people in the theater yet and nobody behind us.  
Although we werent in a crowded area, it wasn't exactly in the most private 
seats in the house either.

I tried to remember if this was one of the theater rooms Steve and I had 
fooled around in.  Odds were it was as we had been her more times than I 
could remember.  Steve liked to bring me to this particular theater as it 
featured arm rests that lifted up and out of the way which made life much 
easier when it came to being naughty during the movie.  I couldn't begin to 
count the number of hand jobs and blow jobs I had given Steve here not to 
mention he even fucked me a couple of times when the theater was pretty 
empty.

Again I pushed out the memories of Steve and concentrated on Doug.  For the 
time being, I may as well be dating my dad for all the attention he was 
giving me.   We both sat in our respective seats, hands in our laps while we 
shared the popcorn.  It was almost quaint and had I been seeing a movie with 
my parents, I would have been perfectly satisfied.  Only problem was, I 
wasn't out with my parents, I was dating Doug! Whats the point of bringing 
your date to a theater like this one and then just sit there? I knew he 
wasn't shy, at least nobody who ever dated him claimed he was.  If anything, 
he was known more for going for a feel from the moment you got in the car 
with him!

Finally, about fifteen minutes or so into the movie, Doug shifted around in 
his seat and in the process his arm reached over and behind me.  I felt his 
hand on my shoulder, just resting on it without applying any pressure.  I 
waited in silence as thoughts of what he might do next raced through my head.  
God, my pussy was feeling so hot I wanted to reach between my legs and rub it 
but I didn't think we were quite to THAT stage yet!

Then Doug finally did what I had been waiting all night for, he reached down 
and started to trace little circles on the upper portion of my sweater.  He 
didn't quite make it down to my boobs but he was getting closer.  Not wanting 
him to get the wrong message and think I wasn't OK with it, I twisted a 
little in my seat so I was actually turned away from him slightly and then 
leaned back against him.  I made sort of a show out of being uncomfortable 
against the arm rest and he instantly took the hint and raised it up and out 
of the way, letting me lean back against him.  This allowed him easier access 
to me and he didn't hesitate to take advantage of it immediately.  Oh well, I 
guess he just needed to get started because it was like he went from doing 
nothing to being quite forward, not that I minded of course.

His hand moved closer to my boobs until it was reaching the upper portion of 
my bosom consistently.  As for me, I rested my hand on his leg and held on 
lightly to his upper thigh.  God he felt so firm and strong!  Knowing Doug 
would undoubtedly be telling all his buddies about our date, I decided I had 
better take a little initiative myself if I didn't want to be known as a girl 
who just sat there.  I put my free hand over his and then gently moved them 
both down to my breasts, planting his hand directly over my right boob and 
pressing down on it to indicate what I wanted from him.  At least he could 
take a hint as my efforts were rewarded by a firm squeeze as his hand cupped 
my breast and began to massage it through my thin sweater.

For maybe half the movie, Doug just groped and fondled me.  My sweater 
buttoned down the front and it didn't take long for most of them to be 
undone.  Without a bra underneath, he had easy access to my boobs and I loved 
the way his large hand would cover one and cup it while his fingers would 
pinch and pull at my nipples.  God, if only his mouth was on them - then I 
would be in heaven!

Meanwhile, as Doug played with my boobs I was running my hand along Dougs 
leg and playfully toying with his crotch a little.  I never made any effort 
to go any further as it would have required me to be double-jointed in the 
position I was in at the time.  Even so, he was plenty aroused and from what 
I could feel through his jeans, he was quite a bit bigger than Steve when it 
came to the cock department and Steve hadnt exactly been a miniature!

Eventually I knew it was up to me to make the next move since it would 
require me changing my position to do anything more.  As I also knew that if 
I should move it would be a clear signal to Doug of my intentions so I 
thought it through carefully.  Well, maybe not TOO carefully as I wouldn't 
have been surprised if my crotch didn't look like Id peed in my jeans as hot 
and wet as my pussy was feeling.

I leaned forward and twisted in the opposite direction so now I was facing 
towards him.  With the armrest out of the way, I had pretty easy access to 
him and I wasn't about to let the opportunity go by.  My sweater hung open 
and I was conscious that my boobs were visible not only to him but to anyone 
else who had the right angle but that didn't appear to be the case tonight.  
Just the light touch of the sweater brushing against my nipples made me 
practically jump out of the chair as I got into position.

I looked up at Doug and he grinned at me.  It hit me then that we hadnt even 
kissed yet and by now I was wondering if we would.  I enjoy kissing a good 
looking guy as much as the next girl but it wasn't the primary thing on my 
mind tonight.  What I wanted to kiss was a little bit lower on his body! I 
licked my lips seductively for his benefit and turned my attention to his 
jeans.  He was wearing some western style belt buckle that hard to unfasten 
and eventually he had to help me.  I was OK after that,, unbuttoning his 
jeans and pulling down the zipper.

Damn, he was wearing jockey underwear  what was he thinking? If he was 
expecting to get a BJ tonight you would have thought he wouldn't wear any 
underwear at all and if he felt it was necessary, then why not boxers? For 
him to wear jockey shorts is like me wearing a bra  it can be dealt with but 
what a pain.  At least I was sensible enough to know what I was hoping for 
and left my damn bra at home!

As it was, Dougs dick was already so hard and big it was practically pushing 
up past the elastic waistband so all I had to do was lift up a little on it 
and there before me was my Holy Grail  his beautiful cock head! I could 
barely see it in the dim light of the movie projector but I didn't need any 
light to feel it with my fingertips.  The head was so smooth and soft at 
first but then firm as I pressed harder on it.  I pushed my hand under the 
elastic and took his stiff shaft in my hand, holding it like a runner 
grabbing the baton in a relay race.

is this what you wanted? I whispered up to him, grinning as I held his hard 
dick in my hand.

Oh yeah, he whispered back, Suck it.

Finally we were getting somewhere! Doug helped push his underwear down enough 
to free his dick for me.  My head was leaning on his shoulder as I tried to 
see it better in the flickering light from the screen.  It wasn't like I had 
held that many dicks in my life.  Actually, Dougs was only the fourth one 
for me and two of those really didn't count.  My first cock was a LONG time, 
back when I was just eight years old.  After catching me watching my dad 
masturbating, my mom had me hold him later that night in our hot tub to teach 
me what it was.  It wasn't a sexual experience for me as I had no idea what a 
cock was really all about.  As for my dad... well, that was a different 
story.  I didn't suck him, though, and Ive never touched him since then.  I 
doubt Ill ever forget it though  not one of those things thats easy to put 
out of your mind!

Steve was my second cock and not only did I touch and blow him, but his was 
the first cock to make it into my pussy - also known as losing my virginity 
in case you didn't figure that one out.   Over the course of the next seven 
to eight months, I wouldn't even try guess how many times I held his 
incredible cock in my hand!  There was ONE time when I did his younger 
brother Jim, but that was more to tease him than anything else so I dont 
really count it as one of my cocks but technically I have to include him.   
Thus Doug was now my fourth cock, or my second ignoring my dads and Jims.

Finally my curiosity got the better of me.  I HAD to know how he tasted, how 
his cock felt in my mouth compared to Steve.  It may not be fair to compare 
two guys but I couldn't help it.  I knew Steves cock intimately, every spot 
where he liked it licked, how he liked it sucked, and when he preferred to 
fuck me instead of having me blow him.  With Doug, it was all new territory 
and I found it to be a bit exciting as well.

I took a quick look around and saw nobody was paying us the slightest bit of 
attention.  Inching back against the armrest behind me for support, I lowered 
my head to his lap until my outstretched tongue barely touched the tip of his 
dick.  At first I just flicked my tongue on him, barely touching him yet 
letting him know I was around  as if he didn't already know! He obviously 
liked it and wanted more as I felt his hand on the top of my head and then 
pressure as he pushed my head down further down into his lap.  The strong 
male musky odor of his crotch filled my nostrils as my mouth descend on his 
shaft, taking more of him into my mouth.

Ohhhhh, he moaned softly as my lips met the base of his shaft and held him 
there for a few moments.  As I lifted my head off of his dick my lips 
caressed him while my tongue ran all over his nice hard shaft.  I loved the 
way he felt in my mouth, the taste of his dick.  God I missed sucking cock!

As I went to work on him, I tried to recall all the things that Steve use to 
like me to do to him.  He seemed to love it in my mouth more than just 
licking the outside of it so I tried to keep Dougs dick in my mouth as much 
as possible.  My hand held his large hairy balls and I gently rolled them in 
my hands, mindful of my moms advice to never get too rough with them.  Doug 
kept his hand on my hand, gently pressing down all the while, as if 
emphasizing his desire for me to keep him in my mouth.

My mom had taught me a few tricks back when I was sucking Steve to keep him 
from cumming too fast but I wasn't interested in trying any of those with 
Doug, at least not this time.  If anything, I was anxious for him to cum as 
soon as possible.  It had been far too long since I felt a stiff dick 
shooting its gooey sperm into my mouth.  How many nights had I masturbated 
dreaming of this moment, wishing I had a nice hard dick again all to myself?

Doug was getting close from all the signs.  He was wiggling under me little 
boy squirming during a sermon in church.  I could hear him breathing heavier 
and his cock had swelled up and become like a steel pipe it was so hard.  
God, I could only imagine how it would feel if he was fucking me with it!

Oh god, he whispered as his hips lifted up, ramming his dick into my mouth 
as if he was trying to push it down my throat.  Sure enough, a few more 
strokes with my mouth and he started to cum, spurting a monstrous load of 
sperm into my mouth.  I kept my lips sealed around the shaft, trying my best 
to keep every drop in my mouth and not waste any of it.  Damn the boy had a 
load! He must have shot a half dozen or more good sized shots of cum followed 
by a number of smaller ones until he collapsed in the chair.

Dropping his spent dick from my mouth, I quickly sat up next to him and 
opened my mouth to so he could see his cum in my mouth, something I knew 
turned on Steve something fierce.  I could feel it pooling on my tongue and I 
almost gagged as some it started to drain down my throat.  Then I closed my 
mouth with a big grin and swallowed it down.  It took a couple of gulps but I 
got it all down after which I showed him my open mouth, just like a little 
girl showing mom her that she had swallowed all her medicine, The difference 
was, in this case I WANTED to swallow it all down!

For most of the remainder of the movie I just leaned against his shoulder and 
held his nice cock in my hand.  He softened just a little at after he came 
first but quickly rose back up again as my hand went to work on it.  
Meanwhile, he was back to groping my boobs, not that I minded one bit! As the 
movie came to a close we each got our own clothes in order, putting ourselves 
back together again to be presentable before the lights came back on.

As I sat there with the movie about to end, I could still taste his cum in my 
mouth, even after drinking what was left of my Diet Coke.  It was interesting 
to compare his cum with Steves, or at least as best I could remember his.  
Doug seemed to taste a bit different than Steve but it was essentially the 
same gooey mess when you came down to it.  At least I had managed to keep it 
in my mouth and didn't let him spray it in my hair or face which would have 
been a challenge to clean up.  It wouldn't be the first time I had to go to 
the girls room after a movie and seen the stares from the other girls and 
women who knew exactly what I was cleaning off my face.

The lights finally came on and everybody got up to leave.  I looked around to 
see if anyone had noticed but evidently not as nobody gave me that look: I 
got back when Steve and I hadnt been as discreet as perhaps we should have 
been.   Now Doug had his arm around me and I felt more like his date leaving 
the theater than I had when we entered.  I guess theres just something about 
sucking a guys cock that brings you closer together!

Back in the parking lot, this time Doug opened the truck door on the driver 
side for me.  I slid in first and he got in after me.  I snuggled up close to 
him as he put his arm around me.  Then to my surprise he reached down and 
kissed me gently! It was so sweet of him to finally kiss me that I had to 
fight back the tears.  Something about it made me feel a little less like 
some whore he had picked up just for a BJ and more like his date.

Damn, where in the world did you learn to suck cock like that? he said 
softly.   Well, so much for being subtle.

I just smiled back at him.  He didn't need to know about my limited 
experience.   As I mentioned earlier, it wasn't like I had had THAT many 
cocks and of the four Id gotten familiar with, one of them I didn't suck at 
all and two only once  including Dougs.  Even if he knew about Steve, which 
he probably did, I wasn't about to tell him about the nights I spent in bed 
with my mom while she demonstrated her favorite BJ techniques for me using 
her dildo collection. While practice makes perfect and nothing beats some 
private tutoring.

Doug hadnt started the truck yet so I reached down and put my hand back on 
his crotch.  He was still pretty hard and I smiled as I felt the bulge under 
my hand.

You want me to do it again? I whispered to him in as sexy a voice as I 
could muster.

So you really DO like sucking cock, dont you? Doug asked, stroking my head 
with his fingertips.

Why do you say that?? I replied seductively, What did you think I liked?

Doug laughed as he undid his belt quickly and slid his pants and underwear 
down to his ankles.  He wasn't waiting any time this time around, thats for 
sure.

Why do I say that? he repeated back to me, Well, the word around school is 
you can suck dick all night but I figured it was just somebody trying to 
brag.

He paused for a second and then a nasty smile appeared as he said, If you 
ask me, I think youre a sexy little cum slut.  Cmon.. admit it.  you are, 
arent you?

I just grinned at him as I took his shaft in my hand and stretched out on the 
bench seat on my stomach as I fondled his stiff cock.  I didn't bother 
answering him but gave him my reply by taking his dick back in my mouth and 
took his entire shaft in with one smooth motion.

Oh yea, you are, Doug chuckled as I sucked his cock, Youre just a horny 
little cum slut.

Actually, nobody had ever called me THAT before but it didn't seem to bad.   
After all, I DID love cum and being called a slut by a boy was sort of a 
compliment given the way I liked to look at it.  Now if a girl had called me 
that, I probably would have slapped her but coming from Doug, it was term I 
didn't mind at all.

Being on my stomach, Doug wasn't able to get much access to me so he took his 
hand and started to play with my ass through my jeans.  He tried to work his 
fingers inside the jeans but they were much too tight to allow for any of 
that.   It was a good thing I had worn them as if I was wearing the skirt I 
had planned originally I could only imagine where his hands would be now!

Actually, I COULD imagine and my pussy was tingling at the thought of 
something inside of it  something like his finger or even better, his hard 
dick that was filling my mouth about now.  As I sucked his cock my mind raced 
as I debated what I should do.  I was sure that if I was to roll over and 
pull down my jeans, Doug would be on top of me in a heartbeat, fucking me as 
quickly as possible.   As much as I actually DID want that, the words of my 
father kept ringing in my ears.

Sucking Dougs cock was one thing.  Really, I never have understood why 
people make such a big deal over me sucking a boys dick.  Its not like 
were having sex or anything.  When you come right down to it, whats the 
difference between sucking his finger and sucking his dick (other than I hope 
he enjoys his dick sucked a LOT more)? Besides, a lot of girls I know suck 
cock but don't fuck so it isnt like it makes you a whore or anything.  In my 
opinion, if a girl expects a guy to pay for a movie, meal and whatever, then 
its only fair that she give him a BJ in return if he wants one.

Now when it comes to letting a guy fuck me... well, THAT is something 
different entirely.  True, its just sex but I dont want to get to where 
the only reason guys take me out is to fuck me.  I didn't feel any moral 
reason for not letting Doug do me, but I did feel it would not be in my best 
interest to do so under the circumstances.  Maybe next time.  If I waited 
until our second date then at least then nobody could say I was the kind of 
girl who put out on the first date!

A couple of times I could have sworn I heard people walking by the truck but 
as high up as we were they would have needed a ladder to see what I was doing 
to Doug.  In any case, he didn't seem concerned so I just ignored them and 
kept his dick in my mouth.  It was a lot easier sucking him the truck than it 
had been in the theater and I found myself enjoying it even more then our 
first time.  He was right about one thing, I COULD have laid here like this 
and sucked him all night!

Whether it was the public location or my skills, or a combination of the two, 
Doug wasn't able to hold out for very long before he was cumming in my mouth 
once again and once again I savored the fruits of my labor as he shot another 
load of sperm into my mouth.  This time instead of swallowing it I spit it 
back out over his cock so it covered it like chocolate poured over an ice 
cream Sunday.   Once it dripped down the shaft, I put it in my mouth and used 
my lips to gather it back off again.   Mmmmmmm, he was delicious!

I sat up, swallowed his cum and then looked at him with a chipper smile on my 
face.  Doug may have just cum but he was still horny as hell if that look on 
his face told me anything at all.  He twisted in the seat towards me, his 
jeans still down to his ankles, and smiled at me as his hand worked its way 
between my legs that I was holding together.

Doug, I said in a soft but firm voice, Ive blown you twice tonight 
already, isnt that enough for a first date?

I could see from the look in his eyes that the answer was a definite NO and 
he pushed his hand in against my crotch and started to press his fingers 
against me.  This time I took his hand in mine and pulled it away but he was 
much stronger than me and insisted on keeping his hand between my legs.

Cmon Kelly, you know you want my dick, he panted in my ear.

Well, he WAS right about that.  Funny thing was, as badly as I craved his 
cock, and thats putting it mildly, there was something about holding it back 
from him that turned me on too.  I could have easily just opened my legs and 
Im sure he would have done everything for me  stripping me down, pushing me 
on my back, and climbing on top of me and fucking me.  Yet that would have 
been a copout for me, taking the easy road.  As bad as I wanted his dick, I 
could see from the almost animal lust in his eyes that he wanted me even 
more.  At that moment I knew how a mouse felt when it was cornered by a 
hungry cat.  Its not longer a mouse, it was lunch and right now I wasn't 
Kelly, I was a walking pussy to be fucked.

NO! I said firmly, surprising even myself with the forcefulness of my 
voice.   Evidently, Doug had watched too many porn movies where No meant 
try harder and Ill give in eventually so he started to push me onto my 
back and I knew I had to do something quickly.  I still had his dick in my 
hand so I squeezed it hard, not enough (hopefully) to hurt him but enough to 
get his attention.

OWWWW! he cried out, sitting back and pulling my hand from his dick, What 
the hell was THAT all about anyway?

I said no, didn't you hear me? I said, folding my arms in front of me.

Well, from Ive heard, you never say no, or at least you dont mean it when 
you do, he accused me.

Well, then you heard wrong, I said defiantly.  It felt good somehow, 
empowering I guess, to be able to stand up to him.  Even though I would have 
loved for him to fuck me, it was almost as much a turn-on controlling him 
this way.

I knew it, youre just another fucking little cock tease, he threw at me, 
starting to reach down for his jeans.

I reached for his dick, which was surprisingly hard for the abuse I had just 
given it.  He started to push me away but I held onto him anyway.

Maybe next time you can fuck me, I teased him although it was closer to the 
truth than I bet he suspected.  For now, let me make it up to you.

What do you mean?

Well, how about I suck your dick again while you drive me home?

Doug laughed hard now, forgetting about his earlier anger at me.

Shit, you really DO love ducking dick, dont you?

Well, didn't I say I did? I replied innocently, no differently than if he 
had accused me of liking chocolate ice cream.

Well, what are you waiting for? he teased as he started the truck up.

To be perfectly honest, I hadnt really expected him to do it when I burst 
out with my offer.  I hadnt really thought it through but I figured he would 
just let me do him again in the parking lot.  After that, I figured even a 
seventeen year old boy would need a little time to recuperate after cumming 
twice in the past thirty minutes.

It was only two minutes back to my house but I didn't let his dick slip from 
my mouth once the entire trip.  There were a few bumps and turns where I had 
to be careful not to bite him but otherwise it was actually a rather 
uneventful trip.  He hadnt cum yet when he pulled into my driveway and when 
he stopped I started to pull my head up so I could get out.  Doug wasn't 
having any of THAT though and he put his hands on my head and forced it back 
down onto his dick again.

Finish me off, he ordered, Youre not getting away with sucking me this 
far and then getting out and leave me this way!

Actually, I was the one who would be getting out with the feeling of 
emptiness as I had wanted badly to be fucked tonight but all I got was a lot 
of cock sucking to show for my efforts.  For a moment I was tempted to say 
the hell with it and let him fuck me right in the driveway but then I thought 
better of it and just finished him off.  His third load was significantly 
less than the previous two but I enjoyed it all the same, as I was sure he 
did.  I sat up and swallowed it down once again as he pulled his jeans up.

Gnite Doug, I whispered to him softly, the taste of his cum fresh in my 
mouth.  I waited, expecting a kiss at least to close out the night but he 
kept his distance until I think he finally realized what I was waiting for.

Sorry baby, but I cant kiss you with your mouth tasting like my cum.

What a jerk! Here he expected me to take three full loads of his cum AND 
swallow it down and now he wouldn't kiss me with just the residual cum left 
in my mouth? I just frowned and started to get out of the truck.

Good night Kelly, he called after me, Next time, though, you know what I 
expect!

At that moment I knew there wasn't going to be a next time.  There was 
something about the way he said it that brought back to my mind the way my 
mom had explained the difference between a slut and a whore.  Doug wasn't 
just HOPING to fuck me next time, he EXPECTED it.  So basically, that told me 
he thought I was a whore and I felt offended.  Had he said something more 
like he HOPED to nail me, them that would have been OK but I definitely 
didn't like the way he thought he was in control of me.  Now, as horny as I 
was, I was glad I hadnt let him fuck me- the jerk!

I didn't say anything, though, and just waved goodbye before going to my 
house and walking in through the lower garage entrance.  It led to the 
basement where our family room was and sure enough, my mom and dad were in 
their usual positions, laying back in the their LazyBoys watching TV.

Hey honey, howd it go? my mom called out being the first to see me.

I sat down on the couch next to her chair and told her all about my date.  My 
dad was listening in as well although he didn't say a word the entire time 
until I was finished.

Well, were proud of you, my dad said, smiling at me.  I have to say, Im 
also proud that you took my advice!

I got up and leaned over and kissed him briefly on the mouth.  It wasn't 
until I was back in my couch that I realized my mouth must still taste like 
Dougs cum but if my dad noticed anything, he didn't say a word.

Well, Im going to bed, I announced.

Yeah right, my dad chuckled, Just like this afternoon, right?

Mom! I exclaimed, turning to her for some help with my outrageous father.

Hey, dont look to me for help, YOURE the one that can't keep her hands off 
her pussy, my mom replied, surprisingly going to my dads defense in this 
case.

I just rolled my eyes melodramatically and huffed in frustration.  There 
wasn't much I could do when they both ganged up on me like this.

I headed upstairs of my bed.  My dad WAS right though, it wasn't to go to 
sleep right away.  My pussy and I had another date tonight  with each other!

THE END
