I stopped and stared at her. There was a look in her fiery brown eyes that made me think of our biology teacher, Mr. Swinton, studying a bug with all-consuming interest as he tried to get us excited by the wonders of nature. Only, unlike with Mr. Swinton, I was paying attention here.
“Come on. I want to show you something.” With that, Sheridy fairly bounced from the room. I was left with the opportunity to speed from this house and try to forget what had just happened or follow her. I wondered if we were going to her room.
I found her in the bathroom. It was larger than the one upstairs at my house, with plenty of space between the tub and the toilet. There was a large mirror behind the large sink. A thick, oval turquoise bathmat ran almost the length of the room. Sheridy’s small feet (it was the first time I’d noticed that her feet were disproportionate to her height) were nearly lost in that rug.
“Come in. And close the door. My mom should be out for awhile, but just in case.”
I wandered in and did as she asked, closing the door tightly. It was like a dream, really, and still seems that way. Not in the fantasy way but instead remaining to my mind an anomaly, like an event that may not have really happened. Except, I remember every detail.
Details like how it smelled in that bathroom. Beneath the everyday odors of Comet cleanser and Dove soap lay something earthy and unidentifiable. It wasn’t unpleasant and it wasn’t sweet. It was new to my senses. I would find out soon enough the source of this intriguing smell, and also discover that Sheridy was so wet she was literally dripping down her inner thigh.
“This is something my boyfriend and I do,” she began.
“You have a boyfriend?” Now, there was a bright question, eh?
“Yes. Why not?”
“Oh, it was just….well, never mind.” I wanted to meet her warm, amused gaze but still felt ashamed and rather useless. Part of me wondered how my erection had kept right on through this whole humiliation. Caught breaking in, rummaging through the house, and so on. Why would she want anything to do with me?
“We can’t fuck,” she started anew, drawing a drop-jawed look from me. “My boyfriend and me, I mean. That’s for marriage, right? So let me show you one of the things we do.” With that she excitedly moved to plop herself on the closed toilet, which I noted was covered with the same fabric as the rug. Her legs splayed immediately to either side, like she’d done this often. The robe parted to show me her legs. They were thin and white but elegant. Sheridy made hurried motions with her hand that I should come and stand in front of her.
I did so, awed by what was happening. One thing I feel now when remembering that day is it seems to have happened so fast. Like we were in a hurry. It’s probably just the passage of time. One memory I have that IS crystal-clear: when I got in place before her and looked down at myself, I beheld a dark stain about the size of a nickel on the front of my pants, where the tent of my erection peaked.
Sheridy saw it too. My crotch was about at the level of her chest. She was untying the belt of her robe. “Take it out.” That was all she said. It wasn’t an order, but there was an assured sense of focus in her voice. I doubt that her boyfriend ever refused that request. Her eyes went from mine to my crotch and then back again.
When her somewhat conical breasts came into view I was all the way down with my zipper and struggling to get the head of my cock through the opening of my Fruit of the Looms. It felt like my penis had a temperature of 110. Her nipples were larger than I had guessed and a nice shade, in-between pink and brown. They were little nubs of arousal that I focused on as Sheridy shrugged the robe over her shoulders and bared herself completely to me.
Her breasts weren’t like in Gent, but to me they looked pretty much like witnessing the hand of God. Proportionate to her thin frame, they descended gracefully from her neck in a natural line that gave way to soft flesh capped by those aforementioned nipples. I knew instictively that these twin beauties would respond strongly to caresses and kisses, despite never having so much as one minute’s intimate contact with a girl in my life. Anyone would have seen the potential in that sweet bosom, it’s that simple.
My cock protruding from my pants, the difficulty of extracting it now over, I stole a glance down Sheridy’s flat belly to the juncture of her thighs. Her hair was shining, dark brown and plentiful there. I was not surprised to find she was fingering herself, but instead wishing her hand wasn’t blocking my view. My disappointment went away immediately when I felt her other hand grasp my aching cock with nary so much as an introductory announcement, and then commence to expertly stroke me.
“Aaah” I think I cried as I gasped in breath. The unexpected sensation of her touch was like an electric shock. My eyes met hers questioningly even as my hands moved to paw at her chest. I was like some special needs person standing there before her, helpless to whatever might occur.
Sheridy laughed softly but it was a throaty, slutty sound and very self-satisfied in tone. It occurred to me she might like a bit of power over boys and men, but as I looked down at that aforementioned moisture clinging to Sheridy’s inner thigh and realized that her cunt was the source of that heady aroma in the room, I ceased caring about her motivations. I was happy to be alive, my hands full of soft woman flesh and my stiff dick being kneaded like a cylindrical loaf of bread dough.
Her breathing was loud in the room, almost as loud as mine. My cock seemed to be longer than I’d ever known it to appear, probably due to my position standing over her. I was proud for a moment at how dangerous it looked, aimed at her as she ran it through her fist. It was my own sense of empowerment I felt, all a matter of perception. What was not a matter of perception was the fact that I was building toward orgasm like an express train.
“Too hard. Too hard.” I thought stupidly that she meant my penis, but then saw from Sheridy’s grimacing expression that she meant I was pinching her erect nipples too aggressively. I quickly let go, my hands instead reaching to caress her hair and the top of her head. She breathed relief and then started a slight writhing movement in her hips. I saw that her fingers were fairly grinding into her crotch now.
I don’t know whether my hands on her hair and head beckoned Sheridy to impulsively take my penis into her mouth, or if this was part of the ritual with her boyfriend. No matter. I nearly whooped with delight at the sudden sensation of her warm and wet lips and tongue working my heated member. She made little sounds of pleasure as well, which was a revelation to me. In fact, the idea of any girl actually behaving with Sheridy’s enthusiasm for sex was a new idea as far as my upbringing was concerned. I’ll always be thankful she brought this possibility to my attention.
Of course I didn’t last long with her sucking on my prick like that. I must have made some kind of warning to her because Sheridy let me slip from her lips and back into her fist just in time for me to spray her neck and tits with copious jets of thick white sperm. I remember looking down and seeing her hump against her fingers as my cum draped over one of her nipples, my glans inches from her mouth, her other hand milking my penis expertly, the semen drooling out of the sensitive tip as I stood there shaking in ecstasy.
“Oh. Look at it” she breathed, meaning my cum, and then shook and shuddered herself as her orgasm swept through her young frame. I caressed her head and face and she bit the heel of my hand in abandon as she hunched into the toilet cover and spasmed through her final pleasures. Jesus, I can remember the scent of her pussy as though it were yesterday. I recall that I was suddenly bone-weary with exhaustion, as though we’d just finished a fifty-mile hike.
Sheridy let me stay in her bathroom that day while she took her shower, with the curtain pulled back. We didn’t say much but she also didn’t mind that I took the opportunity to feel her up. I got hard again (something I didn’t know I could do so soon) when I felt around her warm pussy opening and put a finger inside. She pointed at my renewed arousal and shook her head in mock surprise, then waited patiently for me to jerk myself off while getting into various positions at my request.
There, with the water raining down over her lithe form, Sheridy bent over and extended her bottom out of the shower so I could shoot my jism over her backside as I studied her parted cheeks, the crinkly hole within, and the luscious mouth of her pink sex below. Her smile as she craned her neck to peer over her shoulder at me is unforgettable. It’s an image I use to pleasure myself even today.
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