Oh, wow, I breathed. I didn’t know if it was the angle we were at, or what, but she’d taken my entire cock down her throat. And it felt amazing.
She drew back, sucking as she went until I came out of her with a wet “pop.” She grinned down (up?) at me. “Did you like that?”
Hell, yeah, I did! I looked up at her body. Why, what a coincidence! “Almost as much as you’re going to like this…” I lifted her leg up above my head, reached around to help spread her lips, and stretched my tongue out towards her waiting pussy…
The cry she gave was muffled halfway through by her shoving my cock into her mouth again, and that sensation felt great, too. I kept causing her to make it. We worked on each other like that for a long while. Jen gave me one of the hardest blowjobs she’d ever given me; either she was really worked up by all this or she was trying to “win” by making me come first, I don’t know. Either way, it was incredible.
Eventually, though, I won, and she shuddered and screamed, but she was a very, very close second (truth be told we almost tied). She didn’t even turn her head the way she’d done before – when I came, she swallowed all of it, from beginning to end.
We rolled away from each other, onto our backs, panting. We didn’t move or say anything to each other for maybe ten minutes.
So, she finally said. “Ready to open your Christmas present?”
I laughed. “That wasn’t it?”
She giggled, and then got up and went to her dresser. From the top drawer, she fished out a small box, maybe about the size of a larger smartphone. It was incredibly light when she put it in my hands, so at first I thought she was playing a joke on me, or giving me sex coupons or something like that, but inside I could hear very faint rattles.
Puzzled, I started unwrapping it as she lay down next to me (the right way this time). Inside was a blister pack of pills, maybe about twenty-five or thirty of them. The first row and a half were gone. I was about to ask what the heck I was supposed to do with these, when it hit me: there weren’t twenty-five to thirty pills in this pack. There were exactly twenty-eight, weren’t there? I counted, just to make sure.
I turned to her, and Jen had this smoldering look in her eyes. “Are these what I think they are?”
Depends. What do you think they are?
They look like birth control pills.
That’s good, because that’s what they’re supposed to be.
How long have you-
That’s my first month, she nodded towards the pack. “I had to do a little creative storytelling, but I was able to convince Mom it was to help stabilize my cycle.”
I snorted. “She bought that?”
Jen gave me a wry look. “Probably not. But she didn’t say anything about it.”
So… why are you giving me these?
Jen rolled her eyes. “I’m not giving you the pills, genius. I’m giving you what they represent. The doctor told me I shouldn’t have intercourse until I’d been on the pill for at least two weeks. I want to be extra safe, and wait a little longer. Just to make sure they don’t give me any side effects or whatever.”
So does this mean…?
Jen grinned, and draped her arm across me, and leaned in close. “That’s right, brother-of-mine. In three or four weeks, my Christmas present to you…” she kissed me, “…will be myself.”
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