After Mrs. Lasalle - Brenda

I moved away for a job and dated a young girl named Silvi. Silvi had a negative attitude about sex and eventually I broke up with her. After Silvi I was depressed. Things were difficult at work because everyone knew my business. We were a couple for six months and Silvi had complained about me to her friends at work after the breakup. The women at work fell into two groups: Team Silvi and Team William. Many of the younger girls thought I was some sort of creep and sided with Silvi, whereas the older women disliked Silvi.

I never talked about Silvi, but I still got a lot of sympathy especially from the women in the front office. The guys at work didn't really care but I did get some ribbing about dating a virgin for six months. One rumor she spread is that I put my tongue up her ass, which was true, another was that I was a virgin. I had never told Silvi about my adventures with Mrs. Lasalle and her sister Beth, so Silvi had thought that we were both sweet and innocent virgins exploring our bodies together.

I finally got a performance raise and I decided to move out of the house that I shared and get my own apartment. I saw Silvi almost every day at work. She was like a dull toothache that felt better after a few drinks. I felt isolated. During the six months I dated Silvi I didn't bother to socialize much with other people. I started bowling with co-workers on Fridays, but I had to stop after an incident.

As the Christmas season came around, one of the ladies in the front office invited me to a Christmas party. At the party it soon became evident that I was being set up with Tanya, the sister of one of the secretaries. In their mind I was some moody, sexually frustrated virgin who needed a good woman. I went on a couple of dates with Tanya. I enjoyed the company, but I wasn't too attracted to her. She had the habit of wearing loose sweaters and I had the feeling that she didn't have the best body hiding under her clothes. On the second date she initiated some kissing and groping. I felt flattered and enjoyed it, but I was also hoping that she would give up on me. Christmas arrived and I left town to visit my parents hoping the Tanya situation would end.

It didn't. I felt pressure to go out with her again. After taking her to the movies I gave her a polite goodnight. The next weekend I didn't call, but she showed up at my apartment. I invited her in, and she sat down as I watched a movie on TV. My coffee table was strewn with empty beer bottles and my place was generally a mess. I tried to be polite, but I continued to watch the movie. I thought she would take the hint and leave. Eventually she got up to go as I continued to watch the movie. When it was done, I thought I would try to go to sleep. Usually, a few beers and a late movie was enough to put me to sleep. I took a piss and crawled into bed to find Tanya there. She was in her underwear and bra under the sheets. I laid down next to her. Soon she was leaning over, and we were kissing. I pulled her on top of me.

I might not have been attracted to her, but she was a woman in my bed and my erection was almost immediately poking against her. She went to reach for it, but I grabbed her hand and stopped her. I decided to do with her what I had wanted to do to Silvi. I knew she wouldn't resist like Silvi, and it wouldn't be half the fun, but I had fantasized about having Silvi in bed one last time. I pushed her arms over her head and held them there as I kissed her lips, down her chin and onto the top of her ample breasts. I undid her bra and pressed my face between her breasts. I licked her nipples, and sucked them into my mouth, going from one to the other. Each time she tried to lower an arm to put it around me I pushed it back over her head. I rolled her onto her back and attacked both of her breasts with my tongue and fingertips. She started to respond verbally, saying my name repeating the word "Yes".

I moved below her breasts and kissed her round belly. I lowered myself more and more until my head was between her thighs. I pulled her panties out from under her and helped remove them. I worked on her pussy just as I imagined I would have with Silvi. I kissed and licked and sucked her loose flesh into my lips. I probed deep into her folds. She put her hand on the back of my head and kept saying my name. I pushed my hands under her ass and worked my tongue until her breath became ragged. I kept up a steady pace until she was ready and then I pushed my face against her as I licked. She made a small grunt with each breath. I wiggled my tongue at the top of her slit until she shouted and bucked repeatedly as she held my head with both hands.

After visiting the bathroom, she came back to bed and started to kiss me lower and lower until she removed my underwear and started to lick and play with my cock. I could tell that she was trying to impress me. She whispered compliments about my dick and took her time. She had me raise my legs and she tongued my balls. She played with my glans, only stopping to make comments about how much she was enjoying herself. "It feels so good." How do you react to that? She stopped talking after a while. I started to tense up. She slid her lips up and down my shaft. I listened to that slurping sound and compared her to my previous blowjobs. She felt a lot like Beth. She was using her tongue so well, I forgot about everything else as my dick throbbed. I held still and let her do all the movement as I edged ever closer. I gave her no warning and I was sure she didn't want one. I shot my load into her grasping mouth. She paused her movements and used her tight lips to hold my spewing dick. She struggled to swallow it all, then lowered her head up and down, clasping it tight, gently sucking the last of my juice from its tip.

I tossed her a tissue box I kept close to the bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face. When I came back, I slid in beside her. She threw her arm over my chest and snuggled against me. I was so tired I fell asleep despite her sweaty body pressed up against me.

I awoke in the morning to the feeling of her kissing me on my stomach and then my thighs. Soon I had pulled her up and I suckled on her tits. I massaged her ass and she squirmed against me. She found my erection with her mouth. After shifting around I pulled her on top of me. I tongued her pussy as she lifted her head up and down over my cock. Ten minutes later we were done. I was on my back laying the wrong way on the bed looking at the ceiling past her ass. She was resting her face on my stomach, breathing ever softer. I waited for her to move, but when she didn't, I lifted her leg and slid out from under her. When I came back to the room after showering, I adjusted the blanket over her as she lightly snored. I went into the main room and watched TV. An hour later she came out after showering. She was wearing last night's clothes and sheepishly clutching her purse.

I took her out for breakfast, partly to get her out of my apartment. I thanked her for last night, but I told her that I wasn't ready for a relationship. I was still hurt by what happened with Silvi and not ready to get involved with someone new. She understood but showed up again at my apartment a few days later. I let her go down on me again. I didn't feel like reciprocating, so I fingered her pussy and licked her nipples until she came. I met with her a few times a week. She either came back to my apartment or, before she left my car, she went down on me. I didn’t always get her off. She was perfectly willing to suck me off and then ask when she could see me again.

One day she brought a condom. She wanted to 'take' my virginity. I started on top of her. I grinded away inside her. It was the first time in almost two years. She watched me intently and smiled when I grunted and moaned. To prevent myself from cumming, I took a break and took a nipple into my mouth. I licked and roughly sucked on her nipples until my cock stopped throbbing. I had her get on top and I relaxed as she did all the work. I had her stop short of finishing me and I rolled away to get behind her. I positioned her on all fours and fingered her pussy until I was calm enough to start again. I fucked her from behind. Her large ass reminded me of Mrs. Lasalle's. I found her most attractive in that position. After speeding up and slowing down over and over I rammed into her making a rhythmic slapping noise. I watched her soft flesh shake. She started to moan and then gasped until she screamed. I held still as she spasmed.

I grabbed the top of her shoulders and started pulling as I was pushing into her. I was deep in her and my balls shook with every plunge. I made some ungodly sound and I shot into her. My dick spasmed and I felt cum pool in the condom. As I came over and over, the wetness spread along the bottom of my shaft. When I stopped spasming I released my grip on her. As she moved forward, I was careful to make sure the condom was still completely on my shaft.

I walked carefully to the bathroom and pulled the condom down. The condom looked so thin. A ball of cum weighed it down. If I was going to fuck her again, I would have to buy some thick condoms, the last thing I wanted was to spill my seed into her. I came back to the bed, and she told me she was surprised how well I made love to her. That was the phrase she used 'Made Love'.

The next time she came over I pulled into the bedroom and kissed and licked her tits. I wanted to enjoy her best feature with my mouth. Then I stripped her and spread her out like a starfish on my bed. My legs held hers down, and I pulled her arms apart holding her hands tightly. I fucked her like that keeping her in the position. She struggled to pull her arms in as she started to orgasm. She shook under me and gasped against my neck. With her finished I relaxed my grip. I forced her onto her hands and knees and rocked into her until I came.

After a few more weeks she started talking about our relationship. It had been two months since I first met her at the Christmas party. I had only taken her out a few times, she mostly came over to my apartment. I hadn't seen her friends or family after the Christmas party.

I wasn't attracted to her. I started with Mrs. Lasalle. She was twenty years older than me, but she had a body that I loved to look at, especially when she wore a bathing suit or a summer dress. Her breasts belonged in playboy magazine and her hips and ass were curvy in a great way. When she gave me a lecherous smile, I felt immediately turned on. Then I had a college girlfriend, who in hindsight was just average. Then there was Silvi. Someone at work described her as short and plain, but I didn't agree. I thought she was pretty, and her little body was great. I loved her grapefruit sized breasts and the feel of her nipples. The glimpses I would get of her ass and pussy drove me wild. I had to fight to turn her on, but once she got going, she couldn't stop, and it was like magic.

I didn't find Tanya physically attractive, but she was attentive when we talked, and generous in bed. She had a cute face, but after Silvi I couldn't settle. I had to tell Tanya that I wasn't interested in having a long-term relationship with her. I didn't think it was fair to her to keep fooling around. I told her that I thought she was great, and I would always be willing to get together and talk.

She grabbed her purse and coat and walked to the door. "I like you better when you don't talk." Then she left slamming the door so hard I knew the other tenants heard her.

I don't know what she told the ladies in the office, but things changed after that day. There was no more 'Team William'.

A few weeks later, Silvi was showing off a new ring. I don't know if it was an engagement ring, or a promise ring and I didn't know who gave it to her. I still fantasized about her when I jerked off, but I was happy that she was now out of reach, and I could stop contemplating a reunion.

As the weather warmed, I stopped drinking, only having an occasional beer with a meal. I decided that I wouldn't get set up with another girl or settle for someone I wasn't totally attracted to. I didn't want to have the hassle of dating a girl who was hung up on me or hung up on sex. Most definitely, I wouldn't get involved with anyone from work.

I was eating in a pub when I noticed Brenda. She was the younger sister of one of my workmates. I met her when I first started working at the plant. She was cute but in high school. She was sitting at a table when drinks arrived, and she started drinking a beer. I thought she was underage, and when my meal was finished, I sat next to her and asked to see her ID.

"Will. Wow. It's been a while."

"What are you doing? You are underage."

"Am I? How do you figure?"

"You were sixteen when I met you, and that was like a year ago."

"That was more than a year and half ago, and I was closer to seventeen. I am 18. That's how math works."

I looked her over. She did look older. She had long straight hair, and a very pretty face with full lips, the bottom being larger than the top. The bridge of her nose was prominent, but I thought it complemented the shape of her face. She was tall, even when she was younger, but now I noticed her legs. "You turned out real nice."

"Great line. You are a little late Will. I had a crush on you."

"Why not now?"

"Why not then?"

"Well, you were in high school and a bit of a tomboy."

Her mouth formed a circle. "A tomboy!" She slapped me softly across the face. "I was never a tomboy."

"You certainly aren't now. Give me your number."

Her two friends were looking at me with boredom and skepticism. Brenda looked at me for a moment and then said slowly. "I don't think so."

I was surprised to be shot down. And embarrassed that she did it in front of her friends.

"Give me yours." She said.

I got a pen and a card from the bartender and wrote down my number. I walked back to her and gave her the card. She didn't say anything, and her friends were staring at me. I couldn't think of anything to say that would improve my chances with her so simply said "Goodnight" and walked off.

I thought of her that night. She wore a tight mini dress and she had nothing to hide. Wow she looked good. Was it something about eighteen-year-old girls? Was I going to be chasing them for the rest of my life? I could get her number from her brother that worked at the plant with me, but I decided I had to wait for her to call me. Days went by. I was afraid to leave my apartment in case she called. I ended up buying an answering machine.

She called before the weekend. "What are you doing Saturday?"

"Nothing. I could do anything."

"Could you pick me up around 6 pm?"

"Yes."

"Ok. Eat first. We are going to drive somewhere. You'll need money for a concert ticket. Is that ok?"

"Sure."

"See you then."

A concert? Was it a rock concert? A more formal thing? I cleaned up my car and carefully chose my clothes. I decided on jeans and a T-shirt, but I put some nicer clothing in my trunk. I got to her house early, but I waited a block away so I could drive up on time. Her friend from the pub came out of the house and then Brenda followed her. Jeans, T-shirts and light jackets. They ran over to the car. Brenda got in the front. "Ok. Let's go. I'll tell you where."

I backed up and she directed me down one street after another until we got to another house a few miles away. Two girls and a guy were waiting, and they got into the car. "There isn't enough room." I said. But one girl sat on the guy's lap.

Brenda gave me directions. "It's more than an hour's drive."

I drove and looked over at Brenda when I could. I looked in the back seat. All four of them looked around Brenda's age. They talked about people that I didn't know and about things I didn't care about. I felt old for the first time, even though I was twenty-two.

It was an outdoor concert. I tried to enjoy the first band. It wasn't music I was familiar with. The boy and one girl drifted off. When the first band took a break, I offered to get Brenda and her friends a drink. I was returning with a beer and three pops when I noticed two guys chatting up the girls. Even from ten feet away I could tell that both of them were attracted to Brenda. I handed out the drinks and Brenda moved to lean against me. I gave the dudes a questioning look and they took off. "Should I pretend to be your boyfriend tonight?" I asked Brenda.

"Depends on who is trying to talk to me." She gave me a smile.

Evidently the second band was the one that Brenda and her friends had come to see. All five of them jumped around to the music, sang along and danced together. I watched Brenda mostly for the next hour. I was getting a little cold, but the five of them kept warm with all their jumping and dancing. Thankfully Brenda stood leaning against me during some of the songs. When we walked back to the car Brenda thanked me for driving as did her four friends. If one of them had called me Mr. I would have felt like a parent, rather than a friend of theirs.

On the way back, the couple in the backseat started kissing until the other girls complained. Everyone was silent for a while, then the boy asked, "Is it true that you dated Silvi Azzi?"

"Yes. For about six months."

"Is she still a virgin?"

"Shut up David!" Brenda said.

The car was really quiet. I gave it a minute then I said. "She is still a virgin. Are you interested in her David?"

"Are you?" One of the girls taunted. "Are you still interested in her Dave?"

I made sure to drop them all off before Brenda. At her house I followed her up to her porch, she stopped in front of the door and turned. "Thanks, Will. I don't think you liked the music much."

"I'm glad you called."

She stepped up to me and kissed me. I felt the tip of her tongue on my lip and then my tip touched hers. Just as the kissing was getting good, she pulled back and, in an instant, opened her door and closed the screen door separating us. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight?"

She closed the inner door. Wow those lips felt as good as they looked. I realized I still didn't have her number. That week I thought of her a lot. I was coming to the conclusion that she only called me because she really wanted a ride to that concert. That kiss confused me. I didn't know much about her, maybe she already had a boyfriend. I waited for her to call rather than getting her number.

She finally called. "Can you take me to the movies Friday?"

"Just you, or your friends as well?"

"Just me."

"Absolutely."

"Do you want to know which movie?"

"I will watch paint dry with you for two hours if you want."

She giggled. "6 pm again?"

"I will be there."

She was waiting for me when I pulled up. She was wearing a long sweater and skirt with high black boots. She looked good in everything. During the movie she placed her arm on the seat divider and put her hand over mine. Not the most exciting thing you will read in these stories, but I took it to be a good sign. She let me take her out for a drink after. When we got back to her home, she stopped on the porch again and faced me. I leaned in to kiss her and we made out for a few minutes. I matched her enthusiasm, always letting her take the initiative (partly because of the accusations Silvi had made). I did however lower my hand down over her ass and gently felt its shape through the material of her skirt. As I was enjoying the feel of her lips, her hand moved from my chest down to my stomach, then she plunged it into my pants. I felt her grab the base of my shaft. My dick was more than semi-hard, but under her grasp it pushed outward immediately. She moved her hand around as if to measure its girth. I stood frozen. A transport truck could have been coming towards me and I wouldn't have moved.

She pulled her hand up and quickly moved behind the screen door. "Goodnight."

"Wait!" I struggled to think of something to say as she looked at me expectantly. "Goodnight."

She smiled and closed the door. Again, I didn't get her number. I walked half bent over back to my car. Holy smokes I was smitten. The date went so well. She was wild. Innocent most of the night, but then putting her hands in my pants. I knew she would call again. I had to do everything right. I really wanted to date her long term. The thought of getting into her pants was overwhelming.


The next time I went over she invited me in to meet her parents.

"Really?" I asked. "You want me to meet your parents?"

I went into the house and sat in the living room opposite her parents. Her mother got me a drink. Her mother was good looking as well. A body slightly curvier than her daughter, with beautiful full breasts and lips that were like her daughters, but not as full. Not only was Brenda good-looking now, but I was also sure she was going to be good-looking in the future. Her dad asked me a series of questions, including my age, education, and job. He said he trusted his daughter, but he didn't trust me. He told me I would have to be a gentleman if I was to date her. I told her that I behaved myself when I took her to the movies last week.

He looked over at his daughter "You've already dated this boy?"

"No daddy. He just mentioned he wanted to see the same movie as me, so we went together."

"Was he a gentleman?" he asked seriously.

"Yes dad, he was."

With their permission I took Brenda out to dinner. After we left the restaurant, I asked her what she wanted to do next.

"I want to see your apartment."

Luckily, I was hoping to get her into my apartment, so I cleaned it immaculately. She walked around picking up books and movies that I owned and looking around the apartment.

"Do I pass inspection?" I asked.

She blushed. "I guess."

"And last week on your porch, did I pass inspection?"

She blushed even more. "Sorry about that. I was just curious to see what you would do. I just had an impulse."

"Nothing wrong with your impulses."

She joined me on the couch. "Are you a virgin?"

"What? No! That's just a rumor that was spread about me. I've been with plenty of women."

"Plenty?"

"A few."

"I have some experience." She said as she leaned closer to me.

"Tell me about it."

"No. You'll have to find out for yourself."

She was dressed conservatively for our first date in sheer pants and a button-up blouse. I started by leaning in and kissing her on the cheek and then on the lips. I pulled on her lower lip with mine then I kissed lower and lower down her neck to the opening of her shirt. When she didn't discourage me, I started to unbutton her blouse as I continued to kiss her. Her blouse opened to reveal a black bra that gave her the smallest amount of cleavage. I kissed lower until I was kissing the flesh pushed up by her bra. I stopped and looked into her eyes. I shifted and reached behind her to unhook her bra. I pulled the straps down and over her shoulders revealing her pink nipples and quarter sized areolas. Her breasts were large in area but flat.

"You're beautiful."

She chuckled. "Thanks. My breasts are not very big."

"They will be. Like your mother's."

"So, you like my mother's breasts?"

"I like yours."

I gently kissed around her areolas and rubbed my lips against her nipple. "You've done this before?"

"Yes."

I shifted down so I was kneeling in front of the couch, and I gave her open mouth kisses touching her nipples with my tongue. "And this?"

"No. Not quite like that."

I kept it up gently and moved my hands down her back and sides roaming around her smooth tight skin. I moved my hands onto her pants rubbing her rounded ass and her crotch as I continued to kiss her nipples. I deliberately rubbed her through the front of her pants. There was a little mound I could feel between her legs. "Have you done this?"

"Yes, but not the way you do it."

I got back on the couch and pulled her on top of me. We kissed for a while and then I shifted down so I could lick her nipples. I massaged the front and back of her pants as I gently sucked her protruding nipples into my lips. She started to grind against my hand, arching and rolling against me. Her breasts hung down enough to be shapely. For the next few minutes, I licked and sucked her nipples with more and more vigor. My fingers pushed against her crotch in a steady rhythm until she started to breathe heavily. She jerked against me as I rubbed her pussy through her pants until she let out a little yell. It sounded like a painful high pitch complaint. She continued to spasm and make squeaking noises until she stopped moving and rested her weight on me. I shifted upwards and I gave her a gentle closed-mouth kiss. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly parted, and I felt her light breath.

She opened her eyes. "Will, that was the first time that someone made me......do that."

I snuggled against her. I felt the heat coming off of her body. She was still breathing deeply a few minutes later. She moved from my grasp and went to the bathroom. She emerged with her blouse buttoned and asked me "Do you want to see what else I've done?"

I did. She pulled me off my coach and led me to my bed. I sat down and she climbed on, positioning herself above me with her knees on either side of me. She started to kiss me on the lips, the nose, and my chin. She lowered her lips to my ear and licked the lobe. She straightened out and tugged at my shirt until she pulled it over my head. She lowered herself back and kissed me on the neck and then lower. She pressed her lip against each of my nipples. I wondered who she had that with. A boy or a girl. She moved to one side, felt around my chest and stomach and my erection through my jeans. She stopped and looked down at me.

"Is that it?" I asked. "What about what you did last week?"

"Do you want to do that? Take off your pants."

I quickly removed my pants and underwear and laid back. My hardon was sticking straight up. She looked at it for a bit then she looked past me to my nightstand. I looked over to see what she was looking at and then I felt her hand on my shaft. My body reacted like it was an electric shock. I groaned. She held it in a soft grip, only moving a little to adjust. My body spasmed after a while and it slid against her hand. My dick changed from one angle to another moving against her palm. Her eyes widened as she stared at it. She looked past me again towards the nightstand and then let go.

"Why did you stop?"

"That's it. That's what I did. I held a boy's penis for a minute."

"What? Why for a minute?"

"We were playing Truth or Dare, and that was my dare."

I sat up to get close enough to kiss. "But first, can we do some of those things again?"

"I guess so."

I kissed her and pulled her down on the bed. My hands roamed over her shirt and pants and her hand ran down my chest, then my stomach and then she gripped my dick. I stopped kissing her and groaned. She slid her hand up and down my shaft for a while and I tried to kiss her, but I ended up mostly breathing heavily into her mouth. She sat up and stroked it with a light grip. She might not have done it before, but she knew generally what to do. As she moved her palm up and down my shaft I spasmed a few times. I was about to ask her to grip it a little tighter when she started stroking me faster. I watched her as she watched my dick. I tensed up and lifted my shoulders. My legs straightened and my whole body became as rigid as my dick. Her grip tightened and she was roughly tugging at my shaft. I dropped my head against the mattress, and I started to cum. I made some involuntary sounds, exhaled my pent-up breath, and I swung my hips. I heard her say "Oh Wow."

She let go and I lay on the bed breathing hard, with my chest rising and falling. I looked down. There were gobs of cum on my stomach and chest and one large pool near my belly button. She was looking at it, then she touched it with a couple of fingers. She lifted her hand and rubbed her fingers together. She moved her fingers apart to see how it stuck to them.

"You should taste it." I told her.

She looked at me. Then she moved her hand quickly and pushed her fingers against my mouth. I barely had time to move my head and she smeared it against my lip and cheek. She laughed.

I got cleaned up and took her home. We sat on her porch for a while. I remembered to ask for her phone number. "After all, we are dating, aren't we?"

"Yes." She said. Then she gave me a long sensuous French kiss.

The next time I saw her was visiting her house. She was cautious with her father around. I had to satisfy myself with a little affection. She didn't want to try anything else. While in the basement she rebuffed my attempts to get her going. "We can't touch each other and get all worked up. Dad could walk down here and see us all flushed."

"Ok. How about a little show." I told her I just wanted to see, and she agreed if I would give up on touching her for the night. She stood in front of me and listened to see if her parents were close to the basement. Then she took off her shorts and underwear and held them in her hands in case she had to put them on quickly. She walked away from me and back and did a little spin lifting her t-shirt above her belly button. She shifted her hips back and forth, did another turn and put her clothes back on.

She was tall, about five foot eight, almost as tall as me. She was lean with athletic legs. She had long dark straight hair. A fair complexion. She had a flat tummy, and she had two little indents on her lower back. Her ass was solid and protruded in the back. There was a gap between her legs all the way up to her pussy. It looked like you could put three fingers at the bottom of her crotch and barely touch her thighs. Her pussy was clam shaped and mounded. The two halves of her pussy met leaving a slit from the top to the bottom. She had natural dark hair down there, mostly around her mounded flesh and above. It was evident that she had never shaved or trimmed. Her skin beneath her black pubes was even paler down there where it had never received any sunlight.

"I can't believe I promised not to touch you after that."

"We can kiss."

I was all worked up after seeing her and after kissing for a while I was breathing heavily, and she backed off. "You're going to get me in trouble." I was in a state that was obvious to anyone looking at my crotch. "I am going to go upstairs. Next time you can do something special for me."

"Anything." And I meant it.

On our next date I took her out in my car and parked at the end of an empty road. I got her pants off and I rubbed my fingers along her clamshell opening revealing the pink folds beneath. With direct contact her orgasm was even better than before. I told her how to jerk me without irritating my skin. I had months of experience with Silvi with a dry jerk off. After that, when I visited her, she made sure to make an excuse so we could go off together and we could put our hands in each other's pants.

One night on her porch we were talking, unable to do much more. She asked me about my past experience. I told her about going down on girls. What it felt like.

"Do you do it just so they will do it for you?"

"No. I do it because I like it. I'd do it with a pretty girl even if she didn't want to do it to me."

"Really? You wouldn't insist?" She put her hands over my pants. "You wouldn't beg?"

"Maybe you will find out."

On the weekend I brought her back to my apartment in the afternoon to kill time before I took her to dinner. We barely got our shoes off before we were kissing. We didn't say anything, but I could tell she was thinking about what I had said before. I led her into the bedroom, and we kissed as we took off each other's shirts. I unsnapped her bra and kissed her nipples as sensuously as I could. She pulled off her skirt and scooted onto the bed. She wiggled her hips and lowered her underwear and kicked them off. I was staring down at her, and she was staring at me.

Maybe she was doubting what I would do, but I wasn't. I didn't want to act too eager, so I crawled onto the bed and lowered myself to kiss her belly. I kissed lower and lower until I was kissing her through her pubes. She raised her knees, and my head was between her thighs as I started to kiss the raised flesh of her pussy. I pushed my tongue against her flesh and ran it along her cleft. Her clam like pussy separated under the pressure of my tongue and I tasted the soft pink folds beneath. Soon they separated enough for my lips and tongue, and I slowly licked her lightly up and down, stopping to use my lips to kiss and tug. I could feel her body tense and release. I felt her breathing change. She was moaning as I sucked in a bit of her skin and pinched it with my lips. She whispered "Stop, Stop" and pushed my head away.

I blew it. It was too much. It was too sexual. I prepared to get off the bed and apologize. She looked at me and didn't say a word, instead, she pushed me over and buried her face in my crotch. We pulled my pants off. I felt her full lips on my penis and then the surface of her tongue on the bottom of my glans. After clumsily licking me for a minute she lifted her head and rested her face against my chest.

"It's so intense, Will."

"Just relax. Don't worry about me. Don't worry about anything."

I moved her up the bed and had her rest her head on a pillow. She lay back and opened her legs. I lowered myself and started kissing her again. As I kissed and pushed my tongue harder against her she started to breathe heavily. She extended her arms over her head and looked down and watched me. She occasionally flung her head back and whined. I was doing things slowly, but as she got out of control, I started to flick my tongue and use my lips to pull her skin. She groaned, spasmed and rolled to the side taking me with her. With my head held tightly by her thighs, she spasmed repeatedly gasping for air, then she moaned and had a few aftershocks. When she stopped her body was curled around my head and shoulders.

I could feel her warmth as her breathing slowed and returned to normal. Finally, she let me go. She rolled onto her stomach. I admired her body and especially her ass. She told me that it was better than she imagined it would be. "No boy my age would do what you did."

I answered by kissing her ass. She sat up and I shifted up the bed and she put her mouth on my dick. She licked and took me in as much as she could and then lifted her head and ran her tongue along one side of my shaft then the other. She held my glans in her mouth and tongued it slowly. She would occasionally slide her mouth down a few inches and then pull up and tongue my glans again. I grunted. She pulled off and told me she didn't want me to cum in her mouth. I reached over to the side of the bed and grabbed some tissue. I told her I would warn her. And she started up on me again. In a few minutes I couldn't take any more. I told her and she stroked me gently and then faster as she held a tissue over it with her face just inches away. I stretched out and bent my head backwards. My vision blurred as she slid her hand up and down and I came into the tissue she pressed down. A single tissue was not enough. She made a comment about the spillage. After that she always used a few.

It was like Silvi said. Oral sex was sex. At least it was with Brenda. And the best thing about it was that Brenda slid up and put her head next to mine and smiled happily.

After that day we were members of a conspiracy. She acted all innocent in front of her parents, but she had to have it every time we were together. She would make an excuse for me to drive her somewhere and we would end up steaming up the car. If her parents made the mistake of leaving the house, within minutes I would have my face between her legs. On the weekend she came back to my apartment, and we spent two long marathon sessions together in the afternoon and evening. After that, her parents asked why she was spending so much time with me, and we had to cool down. They were ok with me visiting her, but not her coming back to my apartment.

She worked as a waitress in a banquet hall. I would pick her up late at night and drive her home. She wore a server's outfit. All of servers looked the same coming out of the banquet hall, until I got close, then she stood out. Every time I picked her up, we ended up parking on the way home. I would push up her outfit past her hips and I would bury my head between her legs, holding her underwear off to one side as I licked her to orgasm.

One day I was in the passenger seat of my car while she knelt in the small space in front of the seat slowly licking my shaft. She enjoyed getting me worked up. Finally, after bringing me close and then coming down a few times, I had to warn her I was going to cum. She continued sliding up and down my shaft. I warned her louder, but she didn't pull off. I held on to give her more time, but she continued in a steady up and down movement. I started cumming and sucking my breath in, gasping for air as my dick danced her mouth. She waited until it was done flexing and then pulled her mouth off with her lips holding in all of my juice. She opened the car door and spit onto the gravel beside the car. Then she took a tissue and dabbed her lips. "It wasn't so bad." I couldn't believe that I had cum in this gorgeous girl's mouth. After that day, when her parents weren't looking, she would give me a little smile and lick her lips.

I was committed to her. I didn't want to scare her off. I didn't like the idea of a promise ring, so I gave her a gold necklace. One night after spending hours with her we were standing together in her kitchen. She was looking up at me with those beautiful eyes and I blurted out "I love you." She just gave me a soft kiss in response. The next time we got together, she was quick to say it back to me.

"Why did you wait?" I asked her.

"Because you had to say it first."

I snuck her back to my apartment a few times when we were supposed to be somewhere else. The months went by, and we became closer and closer. It would be boring to describe every time we got together, but a few stand out.

One Saturday night she didn't work, and I was hanging out with her and her parents. We had snuck out parking earlier, but we didn't get a chance to be alone again. We stayed up to watch the start of the comedy shows at 11:30 and her parents went to bed. They were in a bedroom down a hall past the kitchen, down a side hall at the end. Not far enough away for us to do anything. I suggested we go into the basement, but she never would. If they looked for her and found us down there, they would assume the worst. She couldn't come to my car either. We sat on the couch watching the comedy show kissing and groping each other. I slipped my hand up her shirt and we got each other so worked up we had to pull apart. She told me I should leave and escorted me to the side door which was in a landing five steps down from the kitchen.

We started kissing again and she didn't resist when I put my hand in her pants. She pushed me away suddenly. She went halfway up the five steps and poked her head into the kitchen. Holding that position, she lowered her shorts and underwear exposing her backside. I stared at that perfect ass and her dark hair in the space between her thighs. I knelt on the bottom step and shoved my face against her buttocks. I bent my head backward and extended my tongue. I licked her like an animal and her breathing became strained. Her hands were on the edge of the kitchen floor, and she started pushing herself backwards against me over and over as I thrust my tongue and pursed my lips to suck at her. After only a few minutes she hung her head down and shuttered and shook against me. As soon as she stopped, she was reaching to pull up her shorts.

She stood up and directed me to sit down on the second step from the top and extend my head backward into the kitchen to keep a lookout. In that position she opened up my pants and took my hardon into her mouth. She was gentle for less than a minute and then she really started sucking and sliding up and down my shaft. I wanted her to slow down and let me savor it, but when I put my hand on her head, she pushed it away and continued to bob up and down until I tensed up and came. She held me in her mouth as I whined and clamped my teeth shut so I wouldn't yell out. After a few more bobs up and down and some swallowing, she lifted her head up. She made me stand and pull up my pants quickly. I held her in my arms before I left. She had swallowed but she didn't say anything about it, and I didn't either. She just gave me a wicked smile then a light kiss on the lips.


After that I would stay late on weekend nights and I would lie on the carpet of the living room looking down the hall, while she pleasured me. My pants were pulled down halfway to my knees in case I had to pull them up quickly. I couldn't look down at what she was doing, she wanted me to keep my eyes looking for her parents entering the hallway. She sped up or slowed down as she wished. I had to endure until she decided to finish me. I would return the favor and make her last as long as she could stand it. I am sure that if their bedroom door was open her parents might have heard a few gasps if they were still awake.

The next time that I got her back to my apartment she discovered mutual oral sex. Doing each other at the same time and being triggered by her awesome orgasm to shoot my load was the closest thing to penetrative sex I have experienced. I enjoyed her whole body in that position with my hands able to move everywhere from her legs all the way to the back of her head. I liked to watch her ass shake and flex as she climaxed. It became her favorite thing to do, and she was always trying to come up with a scheme so she could get to my apartment.

Her parents left town one weekend and I finally got to sleep with her. I had to go to her house in case they called. We spent the whole evening in and out of bed. Every couple of hours she was ready again. The time before we slept lasted forever. It was our third time and we deliberately stretched it out. I fell asleep totally drained. Her bed was only a single and she slept partly on top of me. As I slept, I pulled away from her. In the middle of the night, she was in my arms again. She started kissing my face. I was partially asleep but aware of what was happening as I kissed her back lazily. Even though I was not waking up, she became more and more active. She shifted me down and put my mouth on her breasts. As if in a dream I licked and sucked them. She became even more energetic and pushed me farther down the bed until my legs were bent trying to stay on the mattress and my face was against her pussy. As I felt her pussy against my mouth and tongue, I became more awake. I slowly licked her up and down her pussy. She put her hands on my shoulders gently encouraging me. I continued to lick. It was like the greatest dream of all time. It was the slowest oral sex I had ever given, but finally she bucked her hips and let out a little shout. She held me against her pussy after she finished, and I relaxed, enjoying the feel of her wet pubes and skin. She stopped moving and started to breathe steadily. I dozed and woke up some minutes later with my legs feeling uncomfortable. When I lifted my face her pubes and skin stuck to it. I straightened out and sought the pillow we shared and slept.

Once she came to my apartment after not seeing me for a few days. She was very aggressive, and we were soon in the bedroom. She pulled me towards her pussy, and it was obvious that I was to focus on her. I didn't even have my pants off and I was busy with my tongue as she shifted around the bed pulling my head one way then the other. I got into a position where I had my tongue fully extended and she was shifting her hips, almost pulling at me. She rolled her whole body as her hips thrust against my face. It was as if she was fucking me. I could hardly do anything but extend my tongue against her moving pussy and hold on to her legs. She shook my head with her thighs and pushed my head down with her hand and came. I felt her ejaculate against my tongue. I actually felt cum squirt against the surface of my tongue. Often there was a creamy discharge after she orgasmed, but this was the only time I felt it shoot out. I tried to repeat what had happened on other dates, but I couldn't.

Another amazing thing happened another day at my apartment. When we would sixty-nine, she would often lift her pussy off my face when she came close to cumming. Both of us would pause or ask the other to stop so we could back off from an orgasm and then start again. Even after not seeing each other for days, we could carefully start and stop so that our first session could last more than ten minutes, sometimes as many as twenty. Then inevitably, one of us would cum and trigger the other and we would finish with our bodies pivoting and our screams muffled by flesh. One time she had pulled off multiple times, each time I watched her flex her ass as she held her pussy inches away trying to control herself. She started again and was sloppily moving up and down my shaft as I darted my tongue. She pulled off and held steady. She let out a long moan and she started to cum just inches from my face. I saw her pussy lips wave as she orgasmed. They moved almost as if they were being shaken by sound, like the surface of a speaker. After she stopped, she complained that she had cum. She rolled off me and had to take a break before she could finish me. She never again made the mistake of waiting too long.

I showed her a condom once and tried to get her to agree to try 'making love', but she didn't trust a condom. She said one day she would go on the pill. So, we were stuck on oral, but honestly, I loved it. I wanted to fuck her one day. She was so hot that I had imagined separating her clam shell pussy with my cock all the time. One time she brought it up again. She told me she wanted to be a virgin when she was married. That surprised me because she was so wild, but I was happy as well, because I thought I would be the one to marry her.

Spring turned to summer and then fall. I fell more and more in love with her. At work things weren't good. There was a slowdown and talk of a shutdown and layoffs. When the shutdown occurred, it was uncertain how long it would take for a call back. I decided to stop paying rent and move home while I waited. I promised Brenda to come and see her every second weekend and talk to her every couple of days on the phone. On the first weekend back, her parents reluctantly let me stay in their house and sleep in the basement. Between going for rides, staying up late until her parents slept and the two times they left us in the house alone, we went crazy on each other. When I left town the skin on my shaft was worn.

Back in my hometown I took my car into Lasalle’s Autoshop for repairs. I ran into Mrs. Lasalle again. My life was about to get complicated.

This series of Stories:
An Evening with Mrs. Lasalle
An Afternoon with Mrs. Lasalle
Dinner with Mrs. Lasalle
After Mrs. Lasalle
A Drunken Encounter
After Mrs. Lasalle - Brenda
Working for Mrs. Lasalle

Coming soon:

Driving Mrs. Lasalle.