Becky Charlotte Waters: My First Blowjob

Literotic asexstories – Becky Charlotte Waters: My First Blowjob by electropriest,electropriest
I was 19 when I had my first steady girlfriend. My dad had enforced a strict no-girlfriend rule at home until I graduated school. I had accepted this rule but had also decided that it was not against the letter of the rule to have casual sex, so I had one nighters and a few fuck-buddies, but not a girlfriend. I was certain my dad would not have approved so I never told them for fear he would act like an overly controlling government in a nanny state and close the loophole. All that is singularly unimportant to this story. The point is, I was 19, was in my first year of university and had my first steady girlfriend.

My girlfriend’s name was Chelsea and she was also 19. I was doing an economics degree, she was in pre-med. We had both taken philosophy that semester. She was interested in Hume, Calvin, Lock, Hobbes, the whole lot of them and would spend hours talking to me about the leviathan, Voltaire’s treatise on crime and punishment and existentialism or metaphysics in general. Unfortunately, although I was also studying the same subject her discussions were lost on me. I had picked philosophy as a ‘soft’ subject to give me a break from macro-economic forces and as a way to look at pretty girls. In my second reason I was hugely successful and had started dating Chelsea. Chelsea was beautiful. She was short at 5’4″, slim and petite with small, perky breasts. I loved her smallness as it meant I could pick her up easily which made for some wild sexual encounters.

We had been dating for about 6 months or so. We enjoyed hanging out together but hadn’t really clicked yet. Certainly we weren’t in love, or at least that is what I thought. Increasingly I had felt Chelsea was wanting to move on. She would cancel dates or arrive late and seemed to have less and less time for me. We still had sex, but I think that was because we both enjoyed it rather than for any other reason.

One night during summer vacation we had arranged to spend the evening together. My mother had died in a car accident when I was 13. She had been driving home from a girls’ night out and run off the road into a ditch. The coroner found that while there was alcohol in her blood it wasn’t a high concentration. It was assumed that she was fatigued and had fallen asleep at the wheel. Death by misadventure. It was sad, everyone wants someone was to blame when death occurs, and I guess there was someone to blame, just that it was mum. At any rate dad was alone now, and he had done a super job raising me. It was hard for him, I know. He had to work a lot and couldn’t always be there for sports days or parent-teacher nights, though I know he tried. He was also strict and firm, like his dad, and thought it was weak to show his feelings. Consequently, although I knew dad loved me, there wasn’t much evidence of it. The closest it got was us sitting on the porch on a summer night, enjoying a parentally supervised beer as we spoke about sports, girls and cars.

I don’t think dad ever thought about dating after mum died, not while he had me to raise. Now that I had finished school and was becoming the man I would grow into, he was relaxing. It was good, now that he thought I was an adult we seemed closer, like he could be friendly and didn’t have to be dad laying down the law any more. At any rate, I digress. This night, dad was away on more business. He was travelling with his sales partner, and between you, me and the keyboard, she was smoking. I had laid in bed beating one out whilst thinking of her on numerous occasions. I hoped dad was trying to score there. So I had the house to myself, and now I had it to share with Chelsea.

I had hired a movie, a generic tick-the-box romantic comedy that Chelsea would like. In the kitchen I was busy cooking away. After mum had died dad and I had shared dinner making duties. I was no gourmet chef, but I did pretty well for myself. I had a roast slowly cooking, sweet potato lathered in butter and mashed up with honey seeded mustard and roast corn. I had even gone all out earlier in the day and made chocolate mousse which was chilling in the refrigerator.

It was now 7:30 and Chelsea was running late, again. I sat at the breakfast nook sipping beer and catching up with the latest news on facebook and youtube. My phone started ringing, it was Chelsea, calling to say she was running late no doubt. I pick it up and answered.

‘Hey babe, you’re running late, are you?’

‘Hey Charlie, yeah, sorry about that. Some things have come up here, okay, I’m not going to be able to make it over tonight. Maybe later, but not for a few hours at least, and it is only a maybe.’ I listened in silence, not terribly surprised given how things had been going these past few weeks. ‘Sorry, Charlie, is that okay?’ she asked.

Well no they damn well weren’t but I wasn’t going to say that to her. ‘Yeah, that’s fine bub,’ I replied. ‘Is everything okay there?’

‘Yeah, it is, just some family drama going on at the moment. Sister and mum are arguing, I’ve been dragged into it too now.’ She sounded sincere over the phone, but then I knew her well enough to know she could sound any way she wanted. Chelsea had even joined the campus drama society, and while she was still trying to break into a major role (the cliques in any typical drama society never change) she was making a bit of a name for herself with her acting ability. There was talk she may even get a minor part in the society’s major second semester play which is pretty fast for a first year student.

‘Okay,’ I said. ‘Hope everything works out.’

‘Thanks, sweetie,’ she gushed. ‘I’ll make it up to you, I promise.’

Yeah right, I thought as I put the phone down. I tried not to let it bother me, but as I sat there alone trying not to think about being stood up again, the harder it became to think of anything else. I was starting to get angry about it. As I sat on my stool quietly fuming I saw the headlights of my neighbours’ car turn into their driveway. On the spur of the moment I stood up and walked outside.

My neighbour was just getting out of their car as I approached. ‘Hi, Mrs. Dub,’ I called out. Dub was short for W which in turn was short for Waters. Mrs Waters had been our neighbour for nearly as long as I could remember. She was my dad’s age and was also single, having divorced when I was about 8 and then moved next door to mum, dad and myself. She had always been good friends with my parents and had often baby sat me when mum and dad wanted to have a romantic night out together. After mum died she supported dad as best she could. In the early weeks she would often cook us dinner and do some of the washing. She was, and still is today, a genuinely nice person. I often thought her and dad would get together, but they never did. I sometimes wonder if it was because she knew my mother or because dad, thick as a post as ever at times, never even thought of it.

‘Oh, Charlie,’ she called out, ‘You startled me.’

‘Sorry, Mrs Dub, didn’t mean to scare you.’

‘That’s okay, Charlie. Are you looking for Becky?’

Becky is her daughter. You thought this was going somewhere else, didn’t you? As much as I like Mrs Waters, she is much too old for me. That isn’t to say I didn’t have the occasional wet-dream about her. She was pretty good looking for a fifty-something, but she was more than thirty years older than me. If she came on to my dad I would approve. If she came on to me I don’t think I could take her seriously.

‘Yes please, I was wanting to see if she was free.’

‘Well she should be inside, I don’t think she was going out tonight.’ We walked up the path to the house together. Mrs Waters opened the door and invited me in. ‘Becky,’ she called out, ‘Charlie is here to see you.’

I heard a door open upstairs and Becky came trotting down the stairs. She smiled when she saw me and I smiled back. ‘Hi Charlie,’ she said, giving me a hug.

‘Hi Becky.’ Now that I was here this was suddenly awkward. ‘I was wondering if you wanted to come over? I have some dinner on and a DVD.’

Her right eyebrow raised ever so slightly. ‘Just you?’ she asked.

‘Uh, yeah, just me.’ I tried to sound casual about it. In truth I had only platonic intentions, but for some reason I had gone all bashful.

Becky turned her head to the side. ‘This isn’t a date, is it Charlie?’ she asked.

I smiled at her. ‘No Becky, this is not a date. I have just been stood up by my date and would like some company. And,’ I added ‘we never see each other any more. I’d like to catch up.’

Becky’s eyes sparkled. ‘That would be really nice, I’d love to come over. Can you give me ten minutes?’ she asked.

‘No worries, I’ll leave the door open, just come in.’

‘Okay, see you soon!’ she said and hurried back upstairs.

I let myself out of the house, calling goodbye to Mrs Dub as I left. I was feeling really happy that Becky was coming around tonight. She was three months older than me and had lived next door ever since her mother had moved in. We had been friends for eleven years now and had played in each other’s back yards and gone to each other’s birthday parties. We had gone to the same schools and were now at the same university, though shared no classes. We weren’t best friends, but by living next door to each other we had spent entire afternoons lying on the grass looking at clouds and sharing our hopes, dreams and secrets with each other. As I thought about it, Becky probably knew more about me than anyone else.

Back in the kitchen I had the roast out of the oven and was busying myself with serving out two plates. I had not had a chance to change the table setting when Becky poked her head through the kitchen door. ‘Hey you,’ she said. Becky is a beautiful woman. Where Chelsea is blonde and small, Becky is dark and curvy. To be honest, I find Becky extremely sexy. Thin girls generally don’t excite me. Becky had full hips, full breasts and a stunning hourglass figure with long, wavy raven hair down her back. She walked in wearing tight blue jeans and a black sweater that hugged her figure. She had even put on some make-up; a little mascara with eye liner and a gloss red lipstick. She flashed me a smile as she walked in.

‘Hi’, I replied simply. ‘Am just serving dinner now. Can you grab us some glasses and a bottle of red from the wine cabinet?’ She walked towards the cabinet and selected a bottle.

I asked her how her date had gone on the weekend with Michael. Not so well it seemed. Becky had broken up with her boyfriend about eight months ago and had started dating other guys recently, but they hadn’t been successful. The guys had liked her, or so she told me, but she had always found something lacking. With Michael it had been his lack of ambition. He had achieved good marks at high school and managed to get in to a law degree, but had decided to take a gap year, which was perfectly fine. Now, two thirds of the way through it he was saying he wanted to spend a few years just motorcycling around Asia, working here and there and just travelling before doing the same in Europe. He apparently had no interest in planning for the future, and while there was something wild, free and sexy about that, Becky was a very driven woman who knew her goals and would go for them. Someone with no plans whatsoever would only ever frustrate her.

When we sat down to dinner I realised I should have changed the table setting. I quickly apologised for the candles and romantic atmosphere explaining that I had invited Chelsea over but she had cancelled at the last minute. Becky smiled and said not to worry. As the light reflected off her gloss lipstick I was becoming uncomfortably aware that I was getting turned on just by the sight of her. I took a nervous sip of wine, unsure why I was suddenly attracted to my friend. Becky didn’t seem to notice and kept chatting away. She asked me how things were going with Chelsea and before I knew it I was telling her everything. I explained how things seemed to be on the downhill slope and how she had cancelled tonight’s date. I even told her how I had lied to Chelsea about taking up kick-boxing so I had an excuse not to see her on Tuesday and Thursday nights.

Eventually the conversation drifted away from our relationships. We caught up on what the other was studying, what our favourite subjects were. Becky was studying environmental chemical engineering and was very keen on some sort of soil quality class she was taking. Honestly it was over my head. I asked if she was worried about studying such a narrow field, but Becky laughed off the concern. She has such a singular focus I should have realised her passion for the subject was not going to fade. We spoke about my course and economics. I explained how loaning a farmer in Zaire three hundred dollars for irrigation equipment could keep a worker in India employed. Becky seemed to pick this up faster than I did. That was another thing about Becky, she is intelligent. Her brain is like a sponge, information just gets absorbed into it. Here I was talking to her about my field of study and within five minutes I bet she could have written a paper on how African farmers planting coffee beans leads to famine in parts of South America.

We talked about our parents too. I told her about my dad, his sales trip and his sexy partner I was hoping he would get together with. Becky joked about her mum marrying the pool guy from down the street if she didn’t find a man soon. We finished dinner and I was having a very pleasant night. I picked up the dishes and cleared them away. Becky finished off her wine. I offered to pour her some more, but she declined, asking if I had any cider instead. Dad likes his cider and I knew he wouldn’t mind Becky having some, so I directed her to the fridge. She grabbed two and opened them, leaving one on the counter for me. I told her to go put the movie on and I would bring in dessert.

When I went into the lounge room she had the DVD menu up. I handed her some mousse and saw that she had re-applied her gloss lipstick. I don’t know why but I found it extremely seductive. We had our mousse and drank the cider in more or less silence while watching the movie. To be honest I found it rather boring, a romantic comedy which just seemed to be going through the motions. I don’t know what Chelsea saw in them, but there you go. Anyway, twenty minutes or so into it Becky looks around and asked me if I was enjoying it.

I hesitated for a moment, not sure what was the polite answer to give. In the end I went with honesty. ‘It seems rather uninspired, but I don’t mind watching it.’

Becky shrugged. ‘You have anything else?’ she asked. I pointed at the DVD cabinet and told her to take her pick. Becky crawled down on all fours to the cabinet. I tried hard not to look at how her ass filled her jeans. I am not normally an ass man but at that time I could not take my eyes off hers. While she was down there rummaging about the DVDs I tried to occupy my eyes so went over and turned on the gas fire place. She eventually settled on Pirates of the Caribbean which I was happy with. She put the disc in and came back to the lounge. Within minutes she looked around and saw the fireplace going.

‘Wow, that’s really warmed it up in here,’ she exclaimed and peeled off her sweater. Underneath she was wearing a singlet with spaghetti arms which also hugged her figure. I stared for a moment too long at the way it swelled around her breasts but I don’t think she noticed.

She leaned against me again and we settled in to watch the movie. After a few more minutes she put her legs up on the lounge and laid her head down in my lap. I didn’t think anything of it, we had done this numerous times before as friends and it didn’t surprise me. I sat back in the lounge and rested on hand on her hip. I was enjoying the movie. I hadn’t watching it for a year or so, but it was fantastic and was glad to see it again.

I looked down suddenly when Becky made a slight purring sound. To my embarrassment I found I had been stroking her hair without even thinking about it. I stopped myself and clumsily apologised.

‘What for,’ Becky asked.

‘For, um, touching your hair like that,’ I replied hesitantly.

Becky shook her head slightly. ‘Don’t be, it was nice.’ Unsure, I proceeded to stroke her hair again. Becky sighed with contentment and I found myself becoming extremely turned on. I decided to up the stakes. The hand that was resting on her hip I started drawing lightly over her. Nothing too forward, just the outside of her hip. When she didn’t object I ran my hand down to her waist and traced little patterns across it and over her stomach, ready to stop at the first sign of any rebuke.

I kept this up for a good five to ten minutes without any comment. I became bolder and ran my hand back to Becky’s hip and down her ass, again touching it only lightly. Becky sighed softly again and I took this as a positive sign. Emboldened I opened my hand and gently squeezed her ass. Becky stiffened for a moment and then relaxed. When I released my grip she shifted position so that rather than being on her side she was now laying on her back, head still on my lap but tilted to the left so she could still see the screen.

Worried I had over stepped the line I stopped. I was trying to work out if I should apologise or not when Becky’s hand caressed my knee and leg while the other bent upwards and caressed my upper arm. I placed my hand on her stomach and began tracing patterns around it once again. Moving slowly I ran my fingers higher to the underside of her breast and around to the side, up above it and then down over her singlet where her cleavage would be and back to the underside once more. I kept tracing circles around her breast for minutes. I watched fascinated as her nipple slowly hardened and poked against the fabric of her singlet top. The next time my hand reached the top of her breast, rather than going around I slowly drew it straight down towards the erect nipple. When I reached the nipple I started encircling it with my finger and was amazed to see it become even more erect. Throwing caution to the wind I ran my thumb directly over the nipple and was rewarded with a slight movement as Becky’s hips squirmed. Through her singlet I took the nipple between my thumb and index finger and slowly squeezed. Becky sighed softly once again, her eyes closed. When she opened them she saw me looking into her eyes. She smiled slightly and sat up. Without saying anything she took my shirt and lifted it over my arms. She then pushed me down so I was now laying on the lounge and straddled me.

Becky kissed me with her soft, inviting lips. It was soft and sensuous and made my cock fight against my pants. Becky ran her hand through my hair and pulled it while we kissed. With her other hand she ran her nails down my chest and over my nipple. She continued kissing me as I ground my hips into hers, lifting her slightly off the lounge. My hands found her breasts once more and started playing with them more earnestly, first through her singlet top and then beneath it through what felt like a lacy bra. She moaned in pleasure as I squeezed her breasts. She grabbed my hair and roughly pulled my head back and started kissing my neck. My neck is very sensitive and I hate people touching it but tonight her kissing it was one of the most erotic experiences in my life. Her lips came up the side of my neck to my ear and she gently bit the lobe. I could hear her heavy breathing and feel her hot breath on my ear. It was deep and powerful and I was fit to explode.

Becky sat up and slowly pulled her singlet top above her head. I stared in fascination at the black lacy bra that seemed not so much to modestly hide but to entice further inspection. With a practised air she reached behind and unsnapped the clasp. The straps fell from her shoulders but she kept the cups in place with mock modesty. I looked into her eyes, begging through my expression that she show me her treasures. She smiled beautifully at me once more and slowly pulled the bra away revealing two large, taunt breasts about the size of coconuts but much more attractive. They were flawless, like the rest of her creamy skin. She laughed at my expression and flicked her hair around to cover on of the breasts. I drew the hair apart like curtains, not wanting to obscure my gaze on perfection. Positioned almost in the centre of the breasts were a pair of large, pink nipples and they were obviously erect. I couldn’t control my lust any further. I sat up and buried my face in her breasts. I ran my face down her cleavage, my cheeks and eyes over her nipples. My mouth found a nipple and I began to suck on it hungrily. Her back arched and she held my head close to her breasts. She moaned again and I stopped sucking to look up at her face. I didn’t say anything, I just looked into her eyes.

Becky smiled down at me and then leaned back, laying down on the lounge once more. It was my turn to straddle her which I was only too happy to do. I kissed her, not sensuously as she had done to my but passionately and wildly. I pressed against her, our tongues wrestling with each other in a combat I hoped would never end. When we broke for air I kissed her neck and shoulders. I worked slowly down kissing her chest and the underside of her breasts. I ran my tongue across one breast tracing gradually closing circles around her nipple until I almost had it in my mouth before suddenly changing breasts. I teased her nipples mercilessly until she cried out demanding I satisfy them. I took each in turn in my mouth, kissing, licking, sucking and biting them in turn. I even squeezed her breasts together so I could get both nipples in my mouth at once.

Leaning over her once more I took Becky’s breasts in each hand and gently massaged them and squeezing the nipples whilst my tongue traced a path from her cleavage to her navel and down to the button on her jeans. I ran a hand inside her thighs and she lifted her hips slightly. I unbuttoned the jeans and pulled down the zip but try as I might I couldn’t get my hand down those damn skinny jeans. Becky smiled at my predicament. I tried pulling the jeans off altogether, but I couldn’t even do that. Laughing she stood up and struggled out of her jeans. It took her a minute or more to get them off so I knew I would have had no hope.

Becky wore a simple blue g-string. As she stood there I reached out and stroked her through the fabric. She shivered at the touch. ‘Take it off,’ she instructed. I needed no repeat of that command. I slid off the lounge so I was kneeling in front of her and kissed her navel down to her g-string. With both hands I pulled the g-string slowly down, kissing the exposed flesh below. When the g-string was down I leaned back to get a view of her pussy. Like everything else about Becky, her pussy was perfect. She was smooth, the only blemish in her creamy skin being a dark beauty spot slightly above and to the right of her clit. I ran my middle finger down each lip of her pussy, excitement growing as I saw the lips become bigger and wetter even as I watched. I looked up at Becky who seemed to be waiting. Placing both hands on her ass I pulled her hips to my face and started to suck and lick her clit. She gasped and within moments her pussy was grinding my face. I traced my fingers along her slit once more and started to insert one when suddenly she stepped back and pushed me back.

‘Not that,’ she whispered. Confused I sat back on the lounge. Becky keeled down between my legs and reached for my belt. She yanked it back and the slowly, one by one, she undid the buttons of my jeans. She pulled the fly apart revealing my briefs. Slowly she rubbed my cock through the briefs. She reached up with both hands and tugged gently on my jeans. I lifted my hips and she pulled down both jeans and briefs together. My cock popped out, raging as hard as ever. She smiled slightly and took it in her hand. She lay her chin on my knee and seemed intently fascinated as she slowly stroked my member. My eyes rolled back in pleasure as she worked her hand down the base and up the head.

Becky stood up suddenly and straddled me again. She made me promise not to move and then slowly lowered her pussy to my cock. When her pussy reached my cock she stopped. I opened my eyes and pressed slightly against her. She lifted up immediately and shook her head. Chastened I lay still. Once more she lowered herself until she was just touching my cock. Then she started moving her hips, rubbing the length of her slit against my cock. I was having a hard time staying still, my hips were wanting to squirm and my mind was screaming out to ram my cock into her pussy right away.

After a few minutes of teasing she lowered herself onto my cock again. Ever so slowly my cock slid into her. I gasped when the head of my cock was inside her pussy. And then Becky stopped. I nearly died. I opened my eyes and she had that sparkle in her eyes once more. She leaned her down and put her lips to my ears. ‘Is this what you want?’ she breathed. I nodded dumbly. ‘Not while you have a girlfriend, Charlie.’ You could almost hear my tension snap. Here I was, my cock head in a beautiful girl’s pussy, my lifetime friend almost fucking me and suddenly she says no. It seemed the ultimate cock-block. I looked up to see if she was kidding. As if in answer she lifted off my cock.

Becky kneeled in front of me once more. ‘I want you, Charlie. I want your cock in my pussy, but not while you have a girlfriend. If you leave Chelsea you can have my pussy Charlie, but only then.’ I nodded dumbly. Then Becky gave me the most evil smile I have ever seen. She leaned forward and again put her lips to my ear. ‘But Charlie,’ she whispered, ‘that only applies to my pussy.’ I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but then she leant back. My cock was still rock hard when she leaned down and let her breasts dangle around it. Then, squeezing them together she rubbed my cock between her magnificent tits. I gasped in pleasure. I had never had a tit-fuck before, though I had always wanted one. My high school flings hadn’t been open to it and Chelsea’s breasts were much too small to even bother asking her.

Becky pumped my cock between her breasts slowly at first before speeding up. The feeling was magnificent. I can’t begin to describe it, I think a lot of the pleasure comes from the seeming naughtiness of it, but I don’t know. All I know is I never wanted to go without a tit-fuck ever again.

I don’t know how long Becky spent with her breasts wrapped around my cock, but eventually she stopped. I looked down at her kneeling between my legs and she said, ‘Tell me Charlie, has Chelsea blown you yet?’

My eyes almost popped out. About eight weeks ago when Becky was upset about her breakup and complaining that she had given Darryl heaps of head I had bitterly let slip that Chelsea had never done the same for me. In fact no girl had ever done it. Chelsea had come the closet, kissing my cock a bit, but that was all. I had never experienced a blowjob, and boy did I want to. ‘Um, no, she hasn’t,’ I managed to answer.

Becky smiled again. ‘Poor Charlie, his girlfriend has never given him a blowjob. Tell me Charlie, has any girl ever blown you? Has any girl ever sucked you dry?’ I shook my head. ‘Would you like me to, Charlie?’ I closed my eyes tightly and stayed perfectly still for ten seconds before slowly nodding my head once. ‘I didn’t hear you, Charlie. Would you like me to put my lips around your cock and suck on it?’

I was too shy to answer again. Eventually I managed to stammer a single word. ‘Yes.’

‘Yes?’ Becky asked. ‘Yes, what, Charlie. What is it you want Becky to do.’

I couldn’t believe this. Becky was not acting at all in the way I knew her to. She seemed like some succubus of the night, filled with primal passion, and it excited me. ‘I want you to suck my dick please Becky.’

Becky laughed softly. ‘And do what, Charlie?’ she teased.

‘I want you to suck my dick and make me come,’ I said.

‘Okay Charlie, I will do that for you, but you have to beg. I want you to beg me to suck your dick.’

I didn’t know what to say. Here I was with a beautiful girl I had known my entire life willing to blow me and I had to beg her to do so. How does one do that? ‘Um, please Becky, would you please suck me off?’

‘Keep begging,’ moaned Becky. I looked down and saw that she was rubbing her clit! She was getting off on making me beg her to suck me off. Watching her masturbate only excited me more and I started getting into it even faster.

‘Please Becky, I need you to put my cock in your mouth and suck my until I come in your mouth. I need your tongue around my shaft,’ I implored her. Her breathing was getting faster now and more moans were coming from her. ‘My cock needs your mouth Becky, I am begging you to lock your lips around it and blow me.’

‘Keep going,’ she insisted.

‘My cock is so hard for you right now, Becky, it needs you to get off. Come and let me come in your mouth.’ She gasped at that so I kept going. ‘Please let me blow my load in your mouth. I need to spill my hot load all across your face,’ I begged. Becky’s breathing was loud and she was crying out with nearly every breath. ‘Please suck my cock. I’m so horny and it feels like it will explode.’ That seemed to push her over the edge and Becky was crying out loudly now as her orgasm washed over her, her fingers a blur as they rubbed her clit furiously.

Even before she had finished coming down Becky flung herself forward and grabbed my cock in her hand. She started pumping the shaft while leaning forward and taking one of my balls in her mouth. She gently suckled on one and then the other before drawing her tongue up the underside of my shaft. When she reached the head she pulled the foreskin down and flickered her tongue across the head. Unable to speak any more I lay back, eyes closed, breathing heavy. As I lay there her lips parted around my cock and she took my length into her mouth.

The feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was warm and moist and the motion of her tongue was amazing. Her head bobbed up and down over my cock. Her nose would bury itself into my pelvis and when she came back she would swallow heavily increasing the pressure significantly. I tried to hold on for as long as I could enjoying the new sensation of a woman sucking my off. She brought her head up for a few moments and vigorously pumped my shaft with her hand again. I could barely contain my my pleasure but was determined to prolong the feeling for as long as I could.

Becky’s head bobbed down once again and her mouth was firmly around my cock. She went up and down it again and again, each time swallowing at the top. Then she started swirling her head so her tongue could wrap around my shaft as it went up and down. More to warn her than anything else I cried out ‘Dear god, I am going to come!’ and weakly tried to push her head away from my cock. Having never had a blowjob before I wasn’t sure of the etiquette, but Becky seemed happy to keep pumping my cock. If anything my warning seemed only to increase her speed. Her head was almost a blur and my mind couldn’t contain the pleasure. Becky’s hand snaked up and squeezed the bottom of my shaft very tightly. This was enough and I cried out again as my cock throbbed. The orgasm burst from me like no other before it. The pleasure seemed to never end and hot cum flowed from me. Becky took the whole lot and didn’t let up sucking until my orgasm had subsided completely. Once I was done she gently licked the head of my cock. I was still extremely sensitive and it was a fine line between pleasure and pain as she flicked it with her tongue.

I pulled Becky on to me again and kissed her passionately. We made out for another hour, feeling each other up before dozing in each other’s arms. Around midnight she put her clothes back on. As she was leaving she kissed me deeply and then whispered in my ear. ‘Remember, if you want my pussy, you can’t have another girlfriend. Tonight was just a taste, Charlie.’

I bade her goodnight and watched her run across the lawn into her own home. I went to sleep that night more relaxed and content than I think I have ever been.

The next day I called Chelsea and arranged to meet her at the local milk bar. I broke up with her, told her it wasn’t working for me and I wanted to move on. She seemed offended more than upset that I had broken up with her. I went home, posted a status update about the breakup on facebook and then picked up the phone to dial Becky Charlotte Waters.