Connor was impressed, and offered some more weed. “I’ve got a head start, but it looks like you know what you’re doing. You want more?”
Rosie declined politely and insisted she should probably wait a few minutes to see how she is affected.
They made some small talk for a bit, and then once they felt pretty comfortable chatting away, Connor refilled the bong and they began passing it back and forth.
Once she was relaxed, Rosie couldn’t help but nerd out a little bit about the name of the bong. “Mt. Vesuvius, huh? Did you know, the people who lived in Pompeii were really kinky? The excavations unearthed all kinds of sex toys and pornographic murals and statues and everything!”
“No way! Wait, really?”
“Look it up on your phone. Right now–it’s weirder and more explicit than I could possibly explain without pictures.”
After a minute of searching, Connor landed on some hyper-realistic statues of couples fucking, then some weird bestial shit. Next, an image of a fresco from Pompeii, with a very stimulating and graphic image of a young man (clothed) eating the pussy of a totally nude woman.
“Damn, that’s hot!” Connor subconsciously adjusted his waistband to accommodate his stirring cock.
“See, I told you. They were kinky as fuck, and totally open about it.” said Rosie as she watched Connor’s pants intently.
“Ok, I’m bookmarking this for later. Pass the bong?”
Connor smirked a little to himself when he noticed some of her lipstick had come off onto the rim of the bong, and he was kinda indirectly making out with her. And what was she doing, basically making him look at porn on his phone in front of her?
Rosie smirked right back at Connor, when she noticed the dark maroon ring around Connor’s lips. Then she couldn’t look away and started giggling uncontrollably,
“Feeling good?” Connor asked, arching an eyebrow knowingly.
“Fuck yeah!” Said Rosie between peels of laughter. “But. ahem…” she lifted up her phone, snapped a pic of his face, and showed him.
Connor first noticed the obvious ring on his own face, and started laughing, but then he saw that the enormous bong in his hands and bloodshot eyes were also clearly visible. “Ok, you can delete that now.”
“Why? I think it’s hilarious!”
“Dude, it’s incriminating. I don’t really know you, like, at all. Delete that shit right now.” He might have been feeling a little paranoid now…
“Hmmm….” She said coyly… “What should I ask you to do for me in return for deleting it?”
Connor’s stomach dropped for a moment, but then saw her impish grin, and realized she was playing with him.
Rosie could see his fear and eased up on him, “Ok, I’m just kidding! I’ll delete it right now, see? There! But I want a better pic of you to have on my phone.”
“No lipstick, and no drugs in it.”
“Deal!”
“And I get a pic of you too!”
Rosie blushed a little and smiled then said “You got it,” with a wink.
After Rosie snapped a quick pic of Connor, she struck what was intended to be an overly sexy pose, leaning back into the bean bag chair, throwing her arms out to either side, and lifting one leg up a bit, accidentally revealing a little more camel toe than she meant to. She also arched her back to thrust her chest out a bit, and flipped a few locks of hair over her face, half closed her eyes, and bit her lower lip.
*click*
“Wait, Connor! I was just kidding!”
Now it was Connor’s turn for mock extortion. “Hmmm….” He said coyly… “What should I ask you to do for me in return for deleting it?”
Rosie’s heart was pounding now, and it wasn’t just the weed. She was trying to decide whether or not to take things up to the next level. He seemed like a really chill and funny guy, and she already knew he was hot… She had already seen enough to fill countless nights with fantasies to rub herself off to… but, couldn’t she get a little further tonight? She reached to pick up the bong again.
“…well… you have a pretty compromising photo of me there… so I guess you have the upper hand. You could probably make me kiss you to delete it….” she whispered “or something,” as she not-so-subtly began running her fingers up and down the suddenly very phallic-looking ‘Mt. Vesuvius.’
Connor took the hint and quickly said, “If you want me to delete that photo, you’ll have to give me a hand job!” while pointing at his crotch. A bulge was becoming evident within. “Wait, you’re 18, right?”
Rosie couldn’t believe she was going through with this. She had never actually seen a real erect cock in person, and had definitely never felt one! “Yeah, I’m 19. And you have yourself a deal!” She said, and leaned forward to kneel on the floor, and then crawled on her hands and knees over to Connor, took a deep breath, and then unzipped his pants, grabbed his waistband, and gave a sudden tug.
She had grabbed both his boxers and his pants at the same time, so Connors semi-erect penis popped into view. It wasn’t enormous, but it matched his physique: thick and not short. It wasn’t entirely full sized yet, and was already nearly as long as her whole hand, from wrist to finger tip, and was wider than any two of her fingers. The large, purple, circumcized head bulged out somewhat asymmetrically, and the whole thing twitched a little at her first tentative touch.
After recoiling at the twitch for a split second, Rosie reached forward and grabbed the shaft firmly with her hand. She could feel his pulse within, and could feel the shaft swelling with hot blood with every pulse. She loosened her grasp a little and began stroking it. Connor leaned forward and tugged at her top, so she lifted it off, revealing her amazing, and very bare tits. The sudden exposure to the cold air, and the sexual electricity in the room guaranteed that her little nipples stood out from her light pink areolae.
Rosie was equally impressed with herself for following through with her plan, and impressed with the chiseled young man who lay in front of her, at her mercy. Rosie leaned forward and started smacking his cock against her tits, making them jiggle, and listened to his satisfied noises. Then she heard a knock at the door and the woman Rosie had seen 69ing next door poked her head in.
“Oh shit,” said Connor, who immediately pulled up his pants, and zipping the fly. “You didn’t see that!”
“I saw everything” she slurred, “don’t let me stop you.” Then she backed away out of the room. Rosie and Connor looked at each other for a moment, and then both dissolved into laughter.
After a moment, Connor regained his composure, and suggested, “Hey Rosie, let’s do this.” Connor showed her the picture of the cunnilingus fresco.
Connor helped Rosie up and led her to his bed, then gently pushed her backward so she was lying back on the bed with her ass just at the edge. He pulled the waistband of her leggings down just below knees, peeling the black material off her thighs, and then slowly lifted her legs up, exposing her moist, pink panties.
Rosie could feel his breath on her inner thighs, and could feel herself lubricating even more in anticipation of his touch. When he softly kissed the crotch her of her panties, she let out a small moan. Her heart was racing, and the room felt a little like it was spinning as Connor pushed her panties aside and began slowly licking up and down her recently shaved slit.
The copious amounts of juice that flowed from her folds was like a tangy sauce, and her erect clit stood out between her soft outer lips. He could feel her breathing becoming ragged as he continued his slow exploration.
Connor came up for air and then pushed Rosie’s legs even further back, exposing her sloppy wet pussy lips, pooching out between her thighs. He nestled the middle finger of one of his hands right in between them and began lubricating his finger as he slowly eased it up and down the length of her slit. Then he began playing around her opening, eliciting some little moans.
Rosie gasped when he finally plunged his whole finger into her hole. He paused for a moment, just feeling the slimy walls of her vagina with his finger. He began pressing outward against the tight walls, and swirling his finger around in there, noticing the slightly different texture of her G-spot in front. He twisted his hand around so his finger could bend up and massage that spot directly.
This feeling was very different from anything Rosie had felt on her own before, and she was probably going to cum soon if he kept this up. But suddenly, Connor pulled his finger back out.
Rosie’s heart jumped into her throat when she heard him unzip what she assumed was his fly… What was going to happen next? She wasn’t quite ready to punch her V card, but she would love to see and touch that real-life cock again while he was fingering her. Maybe they could even 69, like she had just witnessed.
She peeked around her legs and could see Connor with his pants around his ankles, grinning at her and slowly pumping his large and erect penis with his hand. “Can I put it in?” He asked.
“No, I’m… not ready for that… but I can use my mouth. Maybe we can try to 69?”
“Your pussy just looks and felt so amazing on my finger. Can’t I just slide the tip up and down between your lips? It’ll feel great for you too–I promise.”
“Uh, well, ok. Fine. But just for a minute. You can’t finish anywhere near there. I’m not on birth control or anything.”
“Ok, don’t worry. This is just some light teasing. You’ll love it!”
Rosie gritted her teeth slightly as the head of Connor’s penis grazed the inside of her thigh on its way down to her oozing cleft. He slowly collected her lubrication with a finger, making her shiver for a moment, and smeared it around the head of his fully engorged member.
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