Subject:     My First Date After Steve 
Story Codes: mf f-solo oral
Diary Date:  March 24, 2000 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Steve had taken my virginity and until he moved away, he was the only one 
I had sex with.  Now that he was gone, what would it be like to go out 
with someone new? How far would I let him go? What would it be like to be 
with someone other than Steve?

Steve had taken my virginity and until he moved away, he was the only one 
I had sex with.  Now that he was gone, what would it be like to go out 
with someone new? How far would I let him go? What would it be like to be 
with someone other than Steve?

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Missing Steve  
   Chapter 2 – A Mother’s Advice  
   Chapter 3 – A Father’s Advice  
   Chapter 4 – A Date With Doug


Chapter 1 – Missing Steve
=========================

Last summer when I was fourteen and getting ready to start high school, I 
gave up my virginity to my friend’s older brother, Steve.  At sixteen, 
Steve was going to be a junior so naturally I was thrilled that an older 
boy would be interested in me in that way, especially since I wasn't 
exactly at the head of the class in terms of physical development.  While 
my boobs may not have been where I wanted them, the desire was certainly 
there!

Fortunately for me, especially when I compare myself to many of my 
friends in similar situations, my first time went well.  Of course it 
helped that it wasn't Steve’s first time (he claimed to have had sex with 
several other girls before me).  Not only that, my mom and I had spent 
quite a bit of time discussing it as well.  Perhaps the best part was 
that Steve didn't just fuck me and then drop me like I was just another 
notch on his belt.  We stayed together afterwards and he was essentially 
the only boy I had sex with until his mom was transferred and he had to 
move away.

With Steve now gone, I was facing a dilemma I’d never had to deal with 
before.   Over the past eight months or so that we dated, I felt secure 
with the familiarity we shared.  I learned what he wanted during sex and 
we both learned more about my body’s needs and desires.  It didn't bother 
me that our relationship was based almost completely on sex because 
frankly, that’s what I wanted at the time.  When I had sex for the first 
time it was like a blind man who could suddenly see and afterwards I 
simply couldn't get enough of it.  Steve was more than willing to 
accommodate my needs, thank goodness, so it wasn't like I was trying to 
get laid by every guy in school or anything like that.  Now, though, 
besides the feelings of loss in losing Steve as a boyfriend, there was 
also the question of dealing with the sudden loss of having my sexual 
needs fulfilled.

Sexually speaking, losing Steve was like a smoker going cold turkey 
except instead of depending on gum or a patch, all I could do was 
masturbate – and boy did I ever! It even got to the point where my mom 
commented one day about how often I was doing it.  As much as I loved to 
play with myself, it just wasn't the same as having Steve’s wonderful 
cock in me.  It wasn't just the fucking either.  Some girls may do it 
just to please their guy, but I truly enjoyed sucking Steve’s dick.  
Actually, to be completely honest, I LOVED sucking his cock.  There was 
just something about taking him in my mouth, licking and sucking on him, 
feeling him grow and harden as he responded to me, that I could never get 
enough of.  I loved it when he would cum in my mouth, swallowing every 
drop I could and then proudly showing him my empty mouth afterwards. I 
loved everything about it – and no amount of masturbation could satisfy 
THAT need within me.

Several guys started asking me if I was interested in going out almost 
immediately after Steve left.  At first I turned them all down because I 
knew they only wanted to fuck me like I was some trophy deer.  Although 
I’d only let Steve do me up to now, I knew that he’d told most of his 
friends about me and so the word was out that I wasn’t exactly a prude on 
a date.  Now with Steve out of the picture, they probably thought I was 
easy pickings for a quick suck and fuck.  Although my pussy tingled when 
they asked, knowing what they wanted to do to me, deep down I just 
couldn’t quite bring myself say yes.  When I looked at their crotches I 
would find myself thinking about Steve and how his would expand whenever 
we went out together.  It didn't help that they weren’t very subtle about 
it either, leering at me when they asked if I would go out with them with 
one guy being so bold as to ask straight out if I wanted to go to his car 
and suck him off after school! The sad thing was, I was so horny for a 
dick by then I almost said yes!

One night after school I was watching TV with my parents and suddenly the 
most overwhelming urge to be fucked struck me.  God, it felt like I was 
going to explode if I didn't have it! I was laying back on the couch 
watching TV with my dad (my mom was working the evening shift at the 
hospital) and I tightened my legs together with my hands between them.  I 
couldn't help but squirm as I dreamed of Steve and how he use to fill me 
up with his cum after fucking me long and hard.  God what I would have 
given to ride his hard dick at that moment!

“Ummmmm... you OK Kelly?” my dad asked, lowering the newspaper he was 
reading so he could look over at me.

“Yeah, sorry dad, I just miss Steve I guess.”

My dad chuckled and smiled at me saying, “I imagine it must be hard for 
you... or should I say, the problem is that it ISN’T hard for you.”

“Daddy, you shouldn't say things like that!” I exclaimed, pretending to 
be shocked at his boldness.

“Well, you know what to do...,” he said gently, returning to his 
newspaper.

Of course he was referring to masturbation.  My parents both did it 
regularly and they encouraged me to whenever the “need” arose.  Really, 
why not? It’s a natural part of life, no different than scratching an 
itch, so it wasn't like I was embarrassed to do it or anything.  Usually 
I did it in my bedroom or the hot tub but there had been a few times, 
well, more than a few times, when I was REALLY horny and would just 
wherever I was (assuming I wouldn't get arrested).   THIS was turning 
into one of those times as my pussy itched like it was covered with 
poison ivy.  Finally, I just HAD to touch myself! My dad wouldn't care, 
if he even noticed as absorbed as he was in his newspaper, and even if he 
did It wasn't like I was doing it to put on a show or anything weird like 
that.  I needed to do it for ME, not him.

Reaching under my nightshirt, my fingers touched my smooth lower stomach 
and then moved downward to run through the fuzzy pubic hair that was 
covering my pussy a little more each day.  It wasn't that long but I was 
so proud of it after waiting for years for my baby pussy to finally 
mature.  My mom’s pussy was covered with a thick covering of curly black 
pubic hair so I knew I had the genes.  Funny thing, as much as I was 
pleased to see mine growing in, I noticed at school and at sleepovers 
that some of my friends were starting to shave their pussies.  Maybe 
someday I might shave mine as well, but for now I didn't want to look 
like a twelve year-old kid!

Reaching further down, my finger slid between my pussy lips.  They were 
already wet from my earlier thoughts about Steve and my finger easily 
penetrated my pussy hole as I pushed it in to the first knuckle or so.  
The palm of my hand rubbed against my sensitive clit as my pussy finger 
circled around just inside the entrance to my pussy, stimulating the 
nerves that sent waves of sensual pleasures throughout me.  Pulling my 
wet finger out, I played with my clit, using the moistness of my pussy to 
make it slippery.  My clit created such a swell of pure pleasure I 
couldn't help but moan out load.

My dad must have heard me moaning because he grabbed the remote and 
turned up the TV volume a couple of notches.  I took the hint and got up 
from the couch and started to walk up to my bedroom where I wouldn’t 
bother my dad.

“Hey, I didn't mean that you had to run off,” my dad called to me, “I 
just couldn't hear with all the sound effects!”

I just shrugged and said it was OK and turned back to the stairs.  I 
didn't normally masturbate right in front of him although often I might 
just play with myself a little, not to really get myself off but just to 
“scratch an itch” as my mom would have said.  At least up in my room I 
didn't have to worry that I was being too loud for him to hear the TV! 
Sheesh, the one time I make a little noise and he had to say something 
about it.  It’s not like I ever said anything when he jerked off watching 
one of his porn movies or something!


Chapter 2 – A Mother’s Advice
=============================

The next morning my mom and I were eating breakfast as my dad having 
already left to go to his office downtown.  I had to get to school soon 
but it was nice to have some time alone with my mom, especially when she 
was working this ridiculous evening shift and I didn't see her all night 
unless I stayed up past midnight.  We were just talking about school and 
work when she put down her spoon and looked at me with a grin.  Uh-oh, 
what was up?

“I hear you were pretty horny last night,” she said in a teasing voice, 
“Still missing Steve, eh?”

“Oh, I guess Dad must have said something,” I said in a low voice, not 
sure where this was going.  She had never cared if my dad saw me 
masturbating before so I didn't understand why it was an issue now.  I 
couldn't believe that he had complained about me being noisy while he was 
watching TV!

“Oh don’t worry about your dad, “ she said, taking my hand in hers, “I’m 
getting worried about YOU.   Why aren’t you seeing other boys if you’re 
feeling that way? I’m sure there are plenty who would be more than happy 
to take care of your needs.”

“I don’t know mom,” I whined.  It reminded me of when I was ten years old 
and she asked me if I was starting to like boys.

“Well, I think you should start dating again,” she said in a serious 
tone, “It’s not good for you to keep all that tension bottled up inside.”

“I know... but that’s ALL they want,” I complained, “Steve must have told 
every boy in school about us and now everyone treats me like a slut.”

My mom looked like she wanted to break out laughing but she managed to 
contain herself.  “So what’s wrong with that? Be honest, it’s not like 
you and Steve went played cards or bowling every night.  If that’s what 
people think, why not take advantage of it?”

She was right, I was being a bit two-faced about everything even if she 
didn't come right out and say it that way.  On the one hand I wanted sex 
with Steve every chance I had, but on the other hand I still had this 
naïve image of myself that I wasn't quite ready to dump.

“So you think I’m a slut too?” I asked my mom.

“Oh Kelly, that depends on what you mean by slut,” my mom responded 
gently, “You’re certainly not a bad girl, just a cutie that enjoy sex so 
in some people’s books that makes you a dirty slut.  In my book, it just 
means that you’re a sexy slut.  If I was in your shoes, I’d be proud of 
it.  After all, guys don’t call ugly girls who put out sluts, do they?”

I guess it made sense when you looked at it that way.  After all, my dad 
already referred to me as his “little slut” sometimes when he teased me 
and I knew he didn't mean anything bad by it.  Yet even so, sometimes 
when I passed a group of boys I could hear the whispers and when I heard 
the word “slut” it still made me feel a bit odd.

“So what should I do then Mom?” I asked, “Should I just go for it and 
start fucking other guys or go slow, maybe just dating them for a while 
first?”

My mom shook her head at me and grinned, “Oh no, you’re not going to pin 
me down on THAT one! If it was me, I’d start out maybe in the middle; you 
know – maybe a BJ or something like that but don’t let them fuck you 
right away.  After all, you want to be a slut , not a whore.”

“What’s the difference?”

“What, besides the fact one gets paid and the other does it for free?”

I nodded and my mom continued.  “Well, when a guy dates a whore he knows 
what he’s going to get and he expects to get it, no questions asked.  Now 
with a slut, on the other hand, he has hopes but not necessarily 
expectations as he can’t be sure how far she’ll go.  A whore can never 
really tease like a slut because a guy knows with a whore he’s getting it 
eventually whereas with a slut there’s always that question of will she 
or won’t she? Whores sell their bodies, sluts use them.”

You gotta love my mom! She always seems to have the right answer for me.  
On the one hand she looked out for me and tried to steer me in the right 
direction.   Yet on the other hand she was willing to back off and allow 
me to make my own mistakes and experiment – so long as I didn't get hurt.  
It was times like this when her wisdom and guidance was invaluable to me 
and I left for school feeling much better about myself.


Chapter 3 – A Father’s Advice
=============================

I wasn't at school more than ten minutes before I had my first 
opportunity to apply her recommendations.  Doug was a senior, making him 
very mature and older so far as I was concerned, much more than the 
immature boys in my Freshman class.  He must have been at least six feet 
tall with bleach blonde hair and a tight butt to die for! I was putting 
my coat away when he first approached me.   At first I couldn't believe 
my eyes.  EVERY girl in school dreamed about Doug and for him to even 
talk to a little freshman like me would keep the rumor mill going among 
the girls for weeks.

“Hey Kelly, how ya doing?” he asked, in a deep voice that seemed so much 
more mature than the squeaky noises the boys my age made.

I just stared at him, unable to even speak, still not quite believing 
that he was talking to ME.

“Hey, if I’m bothering you, just say the word,” he said, raising his 
hands.

“Oh no!” I finally blurted out, “You’re fine!”

Yes, he was fine – VERY fine in fact.

“That’s cool.  Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow 
night?” he asked.

“Ummmmm, OK, where to?”

I could have kicked myself.  Who cares where he took me so long as he 
did!

“Well, I was thinking maybe a movie or something – would that be OK?”

Hell, he could have taken me to Wal-Mart for all I cared.  Here one of 
the hunkiest guys in school wanted to take me out – and I was acting as 
if I was worried where he was taking me!

“Sure, that would be cool,” I quickly replied, hoping he didn't think I 
was being hesitant.

“Great, I’ll pick you up around eight tomorrow night then, OK?”

I just nodded but as he walked away I could just imagine my mom’s 
reaction to the eight o’clock part.  After school I rushed home but my 
mom had already left for work so the house was mine, at least until my 
dad got home and that probably wouldn’t be for an hour at least.  After 
thinking about nothing all day but going out with Doug, you can imagine 
how horny I was by now.  I made a bee-line for my bedroom and quickly 
stripped off my jeans and jumped on top of my bed.

Steve was great but I had never gone out with anyone like Doug before.  
First, he was older – a senior even! Half the girls in school would have 
killed for a date with him, even though he had quite a reputation for 
having, shall we say, “roaming” hands.  Any guy who looked like him 
probably could get away with that so I guess you couldn't blame him for 
taking advantage of it! My hands went straight for my pussy as I started 
to imagine how his hands might start roaming around ME.

My finger started to circle my clit as I imagined unzipping Doug’s jeans 
and reaching in for the first time to find his cock inside.  I moaned as 
I imagined how hard and thick he would be already from looking at me and 
wishing he could fuck me.  How would he feel in my hand? How would his 
cock taste the first time I took him in my mouth? How much cum would he 
shoot in my mouth? Would I be able to take it all or would it spill out 
over my chin? A million questions seemed to run through my head as I 
plunged my finger into my pussy, imagining that it was his dick that was 
inside of me, while my other hand rubbed my slit.   My hips lifted up off 
the bed as I imagined raising myself to meet his thrusts as he rammed his 
hard cock in me over and over until l finally he came and shot his sperm 
deep inside of me, mating me like some animal in heat.

God I wanted a real dick in me! For a moment I contemplated getting one 
of my mom’s dildo’s out but I didn't want a plastic fake – I wanted a 
real cock! I wanted a wonderful dick, one that would grow in my mouth as 
I sucked it, feel his pulse in my mouth as his hard shaft filled it, one 
that would unload streams of warm cum into my mouth that I could swallow 
as he watched.

My orgasm struck and my hips must have raised a foot off the bed before I 
fell flat on my bed and groaned so loud the neighbors would have heard 
had the windows been open.

“Fuck me Doug!” I cried out to the empty room as imagined him over me as 
I laid in bed, his thick cock poised at the entrance to my pussy, begging 
him to fill it.

God it felt so good to cum! All day it took every bit of willpower I had 
not to play with myself in the middle of class.  I was so damn horny and 
it felt so good to finally cum and let the tension out of me except it 
was more like a rubber band snapping than being loosened.  I kept 
stroking myself, playing with my pussy and clit, keeping myself on that 
sharp edge where my orgasm just seemed to stretch on forever.  I never 
wanted it to stop! My bed must have been getting soaked as I felt myself 
gushing over my fingers and then my cum dripping down my ass to the 
sheets.

Eventually my orgasm quieted down although my pussy would still quiver 
now and then as I laid back with my eyes closed and my hand cupping my 
drenched pussy.   Everything was deathly silent and I could even hear our 
grandfather clock ticking downstairs.  Not only that, I could hear the 
floor barely squeaking, as if someone was shifting their weight just 
outside my room in the hallway.  My eyes immediately popped open and I 
lifted my head to see who was in the hallway.   Imagine my surprise to 
see my dear old dad!

“Dad!” I exclaimed, more surprised he was home than anything else, “ What 
are you doing home so early?”

“What do you mean?” he questioned me, “No earlier than usual.”

I glanced over at the clock and sure enough, it was.  Damn, I had been 
masturbating over an hour! How long had that orgasm lasted?

“Guess you lost track of time,” he kidded me, looking in from the 
doorway.   Given that he was seeing me with nothing on from the waist 
down with my wet hand on my pussy, it was obvious what I’d been doing. 
“Well, now I see why... hope you enjoyed it!”

He smiled at me and then turned to go into the bathroom, leaving me alone 
once again.  Well, not QUITE as alone as I thought I was before.  I 
waited for him to finish and when I heard him opening the door I jumped 
out of bed and hurried over to greet him properly.  As he opened the 
bathroom door he was met by his loving daughter who put her hands around 
him and gave him a big hug.

“Wow, what did I do to deserve this today?” he chuckled, wrapping his 
strong arms around me and holding me close to him.

“Nothing special, just wanted to say I love you,” I mumbled best as I 
could with my head buried in his chest.

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, “Why don’t you put something on and then you 
can tell me about your new boyfriend.”

I looked up at him with a puzzled face.  “How do you know about Doug?”

My dad reached around and smacked me playfully on my bare bottom.  
“Fathers know everything, haven’t you figured that out by now?”

“Oh daddy!” I pouted, scooting away into the bathroom before he could 
spank me again.

After I had showered and thrown on a t-shirt, I headed downstairs to make 
us some supper.  The t-shirt pretty well covered me up so at least if he 
started teasing me again he couldn't get in another cheap shot like he 
had upstairs! I just heated up some leftovers Mom had left out for us and 
we sat down at the table to eat and talk a bit.  As it turned out, my mom 
must have told him everything, which didn't surprise me as I don’t think 
she hides much of anything from him.  Actually, I don’t either, it just 
makes it easier when she tells him so I don’t have to repeat myself.

“So how old is this boy again?” my dad asked, looking up at me from his 
paper he had been reading while we talked.

“Seventeen,” I replied, “I think he turns eighteen in a month or so.”

“Little old for you, don’t you think?”

“Dad! I’m fifteen now so it’s not like I’m still in grade school or 
something,” I protested.

My dad laughed and reached out to take my hand.  He smiled at me and said 
gently, “I’m not trying to be overly protective, baby.  I just know what 
I was like when I was his age and I know what I want when I dated a girl 
like you.   That may been a while ago, but I doubt boys have changed all 
that much since.”

“Oh daddy, it’s not like I haven’t done it before.”

“Well, you’ve got a point there,” he agreed.  Heck, if anyone knew about 
me doing it, he did after watching me with my Steve a few times in my 
room.  I use to tell Steve to leave my door cracked open so we could hear 
if my parents came up the stairs.  He had no idea what my real motive 
was.  As I recalled one of those times, I smiled to myself as I wondered 
what Steve would have said had he ever known his girlfriend’s dad had 
been spying on us when he was fucking me in my bedroom.  God, I imagine 
he would have died!

“Well, just be careful tonight, OK baby? I’m just guessing here, but from 
what I saw earlier I have a feeling you’ve been a bit hornier than usual 
lately.   This date could be like going grocery shopping when you’re 
hungry, if you know what I mean.”

“Daddy! You weren’t suppose to see that!” I teased him, pretending to be 
embarrassed that he had caught me masturbating earlier although that was 
about the last thing I had felt.  Then I thought about something he had 
said earlier that had roused my curiosity.

 “So you really would’ve wanted someone like me when you were Doug’s age, 
eh Dad? Would you want me now?”

As soon as I said it I felt my face flush.  God, did I really ask him 
that?  What was I thinking? My dad hesitated before he answered.  
Undoubtedly that had NOT been a question he was expecting!

“Well... IF I was his age and IF I was going to school with you, of 
course I would,” he finally said.  “Kelly, you’re a beautiful girl and 
sexy as hell so what boy in his right mind wouldn't want you? Doesn’t 
hurt either that you’re s bit of a slut.”

I grinned and felt my cheeks flush a little.  It made me feel good about 
myself that he felt that way about me.  I mean, what girl wouldn't be 
pleased to be told such a thing? It made me tingle a little to hear my 
own dad call me a slut and if anything, it made me feel more secure about 
myself in that if my own father thought I was sexy, imagine what the boys 
at school thought of me!

“Remember, though,” he continued, “just because they all WANT you doesn’t 
mean you have to let them have you.  Sometimes a little tease goes 
further than anything else.  Trust me, guys are turned on more by a 
slutty tease who MIGHT put out than a girl who jumps in bed with anyone.  
Just don’t get a rep as a cock teaser, guys hate them!”

Knowing a bit about my dad’s escapades back in high school and college, I 
took it all as good advice and wondered how I would use it with Doug 
later.  As horny as I was I certainly wouldn't mind if Doug fucked me but 
at the same time, he wasn't exactly known for being discreet.  
Undoubtedly he would be telling everyone the next day if I put out on the 
first date.

After cleaning up supper I went back upstairs to get ready for Doug.  I 
was still mulling over my dad’s advice and in the end I decided to change 
the outfit I was planning to wear.  My original plan was to wear a short 
denim skirt and a tight white sweater with a black thong underneath.  The 
skirt showed off my legs well and when I crossed them it didn't leave 
much to the imagination when it came to my ass.  The sweater was better 
for the time of year than a cami or tank top which I would have preferred 
in the summer; but it was still thin and about a size too small so it 
stretched over my boobs, making the most of what little I had upstairs.

In the end I put the skirt back in my closet and pulled a pair of jeans 
from my dresser.  They were tight enough to show off my ass nicely yet 
thick enough to let him wonder whether I was wearing anything between me 
and my jeans – which I wasn't planning to do.  I kept the sweater and 
without a bra, the material stimulated my nipples with almost every move 
I made.

My hair was another story.  It seemed it never went the way I wanted it 
to and I couldn't help but be jealous of all those models with full wavy 
hair.  On the one hand I was thrilled to be dating an older boy, but I 
wasn't so naïve as to not realize he was probably just as thrilled to get 
a shot at a younger girl as well so I decided to go with a more youthful 
look than mature.  Nothing like a ponytail to pull that one off! A pair 
of black heels, a little makeup, and I was ready to go!

While I waited in the kitchen for Doug to come, my dad walked through and 
his eyes looked me up and down.

“Damn, you’re looking hot,” he nodded approvingly, “I like the way you’ve 
got that ‘little girl’ thing going with the hair.  Let’s see... the tight 
sweater’s a bit of an invitation but the jeans are definitely a barrier.  
All in all, I like it.”

I smiled at his approval and just then I heard Doug’s pull in our 
driveway.  I ran to the door and my dad called after me.

“Hey, don’t guys come to the door anymore?”

“Oh daddy, it’s the 21st century!” I replied, waving goodbye as I went 
out the door. 


Chapter 4 – A Date With Doug
============================

Not only do guys not come to the door anymore, apparently they don’t open 
car doors either as Doug remained planted in the driver’s seat while I 
let myself in from the passenger side.

Actually, I shouldn’t say “car” door as Doug was driving a large Ford 
pickup truck which I had to step up high to get into.  I could just 
imagine the view my neighbors would have gotten had I left my short skirt 
on!  The truck had a bench seat and as we drove off I felt like I was 
above all the traffic being so high up in the air.  Come to think of it, 
this was my first date in a truck!

We just made small talk as I wondered where Doug was planning to take me.  
He didn't seem to inclined to tell me right away as we wound our way 
through the south side of town.

When I had gotten in I had taken a seat on the passenger side as I would 
have with anyone.  Since this was our first date, I figured he could make 
some of the moves first so if he wanted me to scoot over and sit next to 
him then he should ask.  Since he didn't, I stayed where I was with about 
two feet between us.  It wasn't a big deal one way or the other as it 
only took about ten minutes to get to the theater.  He drive around the 
back of the shopping area to where the movie theater entrance was and 
parked.

“I hope you don’t mind seeing a movie,” he said, turning towards me after 
he had turned off the engine.

I just nodded and smiled, not sure what to say at this moment.  
Personally, we could have skipped the movie and stayed in his truck and 
made out all night.   God he was gorgeous! The weather was mild so he had 
on a pair of jeans with a flannel shirt and no jacket.  For a moment I 
thought of Steve, my old boyfriend, and then quickly put those thoughts 
away.  Doug was so much older and he was built!

“Well, it starts in a few minutes so I guess we’d better get going,” he 
said, breaking the silence between us.  We both got out and walked to the 
entrance but I noticed he didn't try to take my hand or put his arm 
around me. Hmm, maybe he wasn't quite as forward as some of the girls 
claimed he was.

Doug paid for the tickets and then we went to the snack bar for some 
popcorn and a drink which we took with us to the theater.  He led me to 
some seats which were in the center but towards the top of the stadium 
seating area.  There weren’t a lot of people in the theater yet and 
nobody behind us.  Although we weren’t in a crowded area, it wasn't 
exactly in the most private seats in the house either.

I tried to remember if this was one of the theater rooms Steve and I had 
fooled around in.  Odds were it was as we had been her more times than I 
could remember.  Steve liked to bring me to this particular theater as it 
featured arm rests that lifted up and out of the way which made life much 
easier when it came to being naughty during the movie.  I couldn't begin 
to count the number of hand jobs and blow jobs I had given Steve here not 
to mention he even fucked me a couple of times when the theater was 
pretty empty.

Again I pushed out the memories of Steve and concentrated on Doug.  For 
the time being, I may as well be dating my dad for all the attention he 
was giving me.   We both sat in our respective seats, hands in our laps 
while we shared the popcorn.  It was almost quaint and had I been seeing 
a movie with my parents, I would have been perfectly satisfied.  Only 
problem was, I wasn't out with my parents, I was dating Doug! What’s the 
point of bringing your date to a theater like this one and then just sit 
there? I knew he wasn't shy, at least nobody who ever dated him claimed 
he was.  If anything, he was known more for going for a feel from the 
moment you got in the car with him!

Finally, about fifteen minutes or so into the movie, Doug shifted around 
in his seat and in the process his arm reached over and behind me.  I 
felt his hand on my shoulder, just resting on it without applying any 
pressure.  I waited in silence as thoughts of what he might do next raced 
through my head.  God, my pussy was feeling so hot I wanted to reach 
between my legs and rub it but I didn't think we were quite to THAT stage 
yet!

Then Doug finally did what I had been waiting all night for, he reached 
down and started to trace little circles on the upper portion of my 
sweater.  He didn't quite make it down to my boobs but he was getting 
closer.  Not wanting him to get the wrong message and think I wasn't OK 
with it, I twisted a little in my seat so I was actually turned away from 
him slightly and then leaned back against him.  I made sort of a show out 
of being uncomfortable against the arm rest and he instantly took the 
hint and raised it up and out of the way, letting me lean back against 
him.  This allowed him easier access to me and he didn't hesitate to take 
advantage of it immediately.  Oh well, I guess he just needed to get 
started because it was like he went from doing nothing to being quite 
forward, not that I minded of course.

His hand moved closer to my boobs until it was reaching the upper portion 
of my bosom consistently.  As for me, I rested my hand on his leg and 
held on lightly to his upper thigh.  God he felt so firm and strong!  
Knowing Doug would undoubtedly be telling all his buddies about our date, 
I decided I had better take a little initiative myself if I didn't want 
to be known as a girl who “just sat there”.  I put my free hand over his 
and then gently moved them both down to my breasts, planting his hand 
directly over my right boob and pressing down on it to indicate what I 
wanted from him.  At least he could take a hint as my efforts were 
rewarded by a firm squeeze as his hand cupped my breast and began to 
massage it through my thin sweater.

For maybe half the movie, Doug just groped and fondled me.  My sweater 
buttoned down the front and it didn't take long for most of them to be 
undone.  Without a bra underneath, he had easy access to my boobs and I 
loved the way his large hand would cover one and cup it while his fingers 
would pinch and pull at my nipples.  God, if only his mouth was on them - 
then I would be in heaven!

Meanwhile, as Doug played with my boobs I was running my hand along 
Doug’s leg and playfully toying with his crotch a little.  I never made 
any effort to go any further as it would have required me to be double-
jointed in the position I was in at the time.  Even so, he was plenty 
aroused and from what I could feel through his jeans, he was quite a bit 
bigger than Steve when it came to the cock department and Steve hadn’t 
exactly been a miniature!

Eventually I knew it was up to me to make the next move since it would 
require me changing my position to do anything more.  As I also knew that 
if I should move it would be a clear signal to Doug of my intentions so I 
thought it through carefully.  Well, maybe not TOO carefully as I 
wouldn't have been surprised if my crotch didn't look like I’d peed in my 
jeans as hot and wet as my pussy was feeling.

I leaned forward and twisted in the opposite direction so now I was 
facing towards him.  With the armrest out of the way, I had pretty easy 
access to him and I wasn't about to let the opportunity go by.  My 
sweater hung open and I was conscious that my boobs were visible not only 
to him but to anyone else who had the right angle but that didn't appear 
to be the case tonight.  Just the light touch of the sweater brushing 
against my nipples made me practically jump out of the chair as I got 
into position.

I looked up at Doug and he grinned at me.  It hit me then that we hadn’t 
even kissed yet and by now I was wondering if we would.  I enjoy kissing 
a good looking guy as much as the next girl but it wasn't the primary 
thing on my mind tonight.  What I wanted to kiss was a little bit lower 
on his body! I licked my lips seductively for his benefit and turned my 
attention to his jeans.  He was wearing some western style belt buckle 
that hard to unfasten and eventually he had to help me.  I was OK after 
that,, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper.

Damn, he was wearing jockey underwear – what was he thinking? If he was 
expecting to get a BJ tonight you would have thought he wouldn't wear any 
underwear at all and if he felt it was necessary, then why not boxers? 
For him to wear jockey shorts is like me wearing a bra – it can be dealt 
with but what a pain.  At least I was sensible enough to know what I was 
hoping for and left my damn bra at home!

As it was, Doug’s dick was already so hard and big it was practically 
pushing up past the elastic waistband so all I had to do was lift up a 
little on it and there before me was my Holy Grail – his beautiful cock 
head! I could barely see it in the dim light of the movie projector but I 
didn't need any light to feel it with my fingertips.  The head was so 
smooth and soft at first but then firm as I pressed harder on it.  I 
pushed my hand under the elastic and took his stiff shaft in my hand, 
holding it like a runner grabbing the baton in a relay race.

“is this what you wanted?” I whispered up to him, grinning as I held his 
hard dick in my hand.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered back, “Suck it.”

Finally we were getting somewhere! Doug helped push his underwear down 
enough to free his dick for me.  My head was leaning on his shoulder as I 
tried to see it better in the flickering light from the screen.  It 
wasn't like I had held that many dicks in my life.  Actually, Doug’s was 
only the fourth one for me and two of those really didn't count.  My 
first cock was a LONG time, back when I was just eight years old.  After 
catching me watching my dad masturbating, my mom had me hold him later 
that night in our hot tub to teach me what it was.  It wasn't a sexual 
experience for me as I had no idea what a cock was really all about.  As 
for my dad... well, that was a different story.  I didn't suck him, 
though, and I’ve never touched him since then.  I doubt I’ll ever forget 
it though – not one of those things that’s easy to put out of your mind!

Steve was my second cock and not only did I touch and blow him, but his 
was the first cock to make it into my pussy - also known as losing my 
virginity in case you didn't figure that one out.   Over the course of 
the next seven to eight months, I wouldn't even try guess how many times 
I held his incredible cock in my hand!  There was ONE time when I did his 
younger brother Jim, but that was more to tease him than anything else so 
I don’t really count it as one of “my” cocks but technically I have to 
include him.   Thus Doug was now my fourth cock, or my second ignoring my 
dad’s and Jim’s.

Finally my curiosity got the better of me.  I HAD to know how he tasted, 
how his cock felt in my mouth compared to Steve.  It may not be fair to 
compare two guys but I couldn't help it.  I knew Steve’s cock intimately, 
every spot where he liked it licked, how he liked it sucked, and when he 
preferred to fuck me instead of having me blow him.  With Doug, it was 
all new territory and I found it to be a bit exciting as well.

I took a quick look around and saw nobody was paying us the slightest bit 
of attention.  Inching back against the armrest behind me for support, I 
lowered my head to his lap until my outstretched tongue barely touched 
the tip of his dick.  At first I just flicked my tongue on him, barely 
touching him yet letting him know I was around – as if he didn't already 
know! He obviously liked it and wanted more as I felt his hand on the top 
of my head and then pressure as he pushed my head down further down into 
his lap.  The strong male musky odor of his crotch filled my nostrils as 
my mouth descend on his shaft, taking more of him into my mouth.

“Ohhhhhh,” he moaned softly as my lips met the base of his shaft and held 
him there for a few moments.  As I lifted my head off of his dick my lips 
caressed him while my tongue ran all over his nice hard shaft.  I loved 
the way he felt in my mouth, the taste of his dick.  God I missed sucking 
cock!

As I went to work on him, I tried to recall all the things that Steve use 
to like me to do to him.  He seemed to love it in my mouth more than just 
licking the outside of it so I tried to keep Doug’s dick in my mouth as 
much as possible.  My hand held his large hairy balls and I gently rolled 
them in my hands, mindful of my mom’s advice to never get too rough with 
them.  Doug kept his hand on my hand, gently pressing down all the while, 
as if emphasizing his desire for me to keep him in my mouth.

My mom had taught me a few tricks back when I was sucking Steve to keep 
him from cumming too fast but I wasn't interested in trying any of those 
with Doug, at least not this time.  If anything, I was anxious for him to 
cum as soon as possible.  It had been far too long since I felt a stiff 
dick shooting its gooey sperm into my mouth.  How many nights had I 
masturbated dreaming of this moment, wishing I had a nice hard dick again 
all to myself?

Doug was getting close from all the signs.  He was wiggling under me 
little boy squirming during a sermon in church.  I could hear him 
breathing heavier and his cock had swelled up and become like a steel 
pipe it was so hard.  God, I could only imagine how it would feel if he 
was fucking me with it!

“Oh god,” he whispered as his hips lifted up, ramming his dick into my 
mouth as if he was trying to push it down my throat.  Sure enough, a few 
more strokes with my mouth and he started to cum, spurting a monstrous 
load of sperm into my mouth.  I kept my lips sealed around the shaft, 
trying my best to keep every drop in my mouth and not waste any of it.  
Damn the boy had a load! He must have shot a half dozen or more good 
sized shots of cum followed by a number of smaller ones until he 
collapsed in the chair.

Dropping his spent dick from my mouth, I quickly sat up next to him and 
opened my mouth to so he could see his cum in my mouth, something I knew 
turned on Steve something fierce.  I could feel it pooling on my tongue 
and I almost gagged as some it started to drain down my throat.  Then I 
closed my mouth with a big grin and swallowed it down.  It took a couple 
of gulps but I got it all down after which I showed him my open mouth, 
just like a little girl showing mom her that she had swallowed all her 
medicine, The difference was, in this case I WANTED to swallow it all 
down!

For most of the remainder of the movie I just leaned against his shoulder 
and held his nice cock in my hand.  He softened just a little at after he 
came first but quickly rose back up again as my hand went to work on it.  
Meanwhile, he was back to groping my boobs, not that I minded one bit! As 
the movie came to a close we each got our own clothes in order, putting 
ourselves back together again to be “presentable” before the lights came 
back on.

As I sat there with the movie about to end, I could still taste his cum 
in my mouth, even after drinking what was left of my Diet Coke.  It was 
interesting to compare his cum with Steve’s, or at least as best I could 
remember his.  Doug seemed to taste a bit different than Steve but it was 
essentially the same gooey mess when you came down to it.  At least I had 
managed to keep it in my mouth and didn't let him spray it in my hair or 
face which would have been a challenge to clean up.  It wouldn't be the 
first time I had to go to the girl’s room after a movie and seen the 
stares from the other girls and women who knew exactly what I was 
cleaning off my face.

The lights finally came on and everybody got up to leave.  I looked 
around to see if anyone had noticed but evidently not as nobody gave me 
that “look: I got back when Steve and I hadn’t been as discreet as 
perhaps we should have been.   Now Doug had his arm around me and I felt 
more like his date leaving the theater than I had when we entered.  I 
guess there’s just something about sucking a guy’s cock that brings you 
closer together!

Back in the parking lot, this time Doug opened the truck door on the 
driver side for me.  I slid in first and he got in after me.  I snuggled 
up close to him as he put his arm around me.  Then to my surprise he 
reached down and kissed me gently! It was so sweet of him to finally kiss 
me that I had to fight back the tears.  Something about it made me feel a 
little less like some whore he had picked up just for a BJ and more like 
his date.

“Damn, where in the world did you learn to suck cock like that?” he said 
softly.   Well, so much for being subtle.

I just smiled back at him.  He didn't need to know about my limited 
experience.   As I mentioned earlier, it wasn't like I had had THAT many 
cocks and of the four I’d gotten familiar with, one of them I didn't suck 
at all and two only once – including Doug’s.  Even if he knew about 
Steve, which he probably did, I wasn't about to tell him about the nights 
I spent in bed with my mom while she demonstrated her favorite BJ 
techniques for me using her dildo collection. While practice makes 
perfect and nothing beats some private tutoring.

Doug hadn’t started the truck yet so I reached down and put my hand back 
on his crotch.  He was still pretty hard and I smiled as I felt the bulge 
under my hand.

“You want me to do it again?” I whispered to him in as sexy a voice as I 
could muster.

“So you really DO like sucking cock, don’t you?” Doug asked, stroking my 
head with his fingertips.

“Why do you say that??” I replied seductively, “What did you think I 
liked?”

Doug laughed as he undid his belt quickly and slid his pants and 
underwear down to his ankles.  He wasn't waiting any time this time 
around, that’s for sure.

“Why do I say that?” he repeated back to me, “Well, the word around 
school is you can suck dick all night but I figured it was just somebody 
trying to brag.”

He paused for a second and then a nasty smile appeared as he said, “If 
you ask me, I think you’re a sexy little cum slut.  C’mon.. admit it.  
you are, aren’t you?”

I just grinned at him as I took his shaft in my hand and stretched out on 
the bench seat on my stomach as I fondled his stiff cock.  I didn't 
bother answering him but gave him my reply by taking his dick back in my 
mouth and took his entire shaft in with one smooth motion.

“Oh yea, you are,” Doug chuckled as I sucked his cock, “You’re just a 
horny little cum slut.”

Actually, nobody had ever called me THAT before but it didn't seem too 
bad.   After all, I DID love cum and being called a slut by a boy was 
sort of a compliment given the way I liked to look at it.  Now if a girl 
had called me that, I probably would have slapped her but coming from 
Doug, it was term I didn't mind at all.

Being on my stomach, Doug wasn't able to get much access to me so he took 
his hand and started to play with my ass through my jeans.  He tried to 
work his fingers inside the jeans but they were much too tight to allow 
for any of that.   It was a good thing I had worn them as if I was 
wearing the skirt I had planned originally I could only imagine where his 
hands would be now!

Actually, I COULD imagine and my pussy was tingling at the thought of 
something inside of it – something like his finger or even better, his 
hard dick that was filling my mouth about now.  As I sucked his cock my 
mind raced as I debated what I should do.  I was sure that if I was to 
roll over and pull down my jeans, Doug would be on top of me in a 
heartbeat, fucking me as quickly as possible.   As much as I actually DID 
want that, the words of my father kept ringing in my ears.

Sucking Doug’s cock was one thing.  Really, I never have understood why 
people make such a big deal over me sucking a boy’s dick.  It’s not like 
we’re having sex or anything.  When you come right down to it, what’s the 
difference between sucking his finger and sucking his dick (other than I 
hope he enjoys his dick sucked a LOT more)? Besides, a lot of girls I 
know suck cock but don't fuck so it isn’t like it makes you a whore or 
anything.  In my opinion, if a girl expects a guy to pay for a movie, 
meal and whatever, then it’s only fair that she give him a BJ in return 
if he wants one.

Now when it comes to letting a guy fuck me... well, THAT is something 
different entirely.  True, it’s ”just sex” but I don’t want to get to 
where the only reason guys take me out is to fuck me.  I didn't feel any 
moral reason for not letting Doug do me, but I did feel it would not be 
in my best interest to do so under the circumstances.  Maybe next time.  
If I waited until our second date then at least then nobody could say I 
was the kind of girl who put out on the first date!

A couple of times I could have sworn I heard people walking by the truck 
but as high up as we were they would have needed a ladder to see what I 
was doing to Doug.  In any case, he didn't seem concerned so I just 
ignored them and kept his dick in my mouth.  It was a lot easier sucking 
him the truck than it had been in the theater and I found myself enjoying 
it even more than our first time.  He was right about one thing, I COULD 
have laid here like this and sucked him all night!

Whether it was the public location or my skills, or a combination of the 
two, Doug wasn't able to hold out for very long before he was cumming in 
my mouth once again and once again I savored the fruits of my labor as he 
shot another load of sperm into my mouth.  This time instead of 
swallowing it I spit it back out over his cock so it covered it like 
chocolate poured over an ice cream Sunday.   Once it dripped down the 
shaft, I put it in my mouth and used my lips to gather it back off again.   
Mmmmmmm, he was delicious!

I sat up, swallowed his cum and then looked at him with a chipper smile 
on my face.  Doug may have just cum but he was still horny as hell if 
that look on his face told me anything at all.  He twisted in the seat 
towards me, his jeans still down to his ankles, and smiled at me as his 
hand worked its way between my legs that I was holding together.

“Doug,” I said in a soft but firm voice, “I’ve blown you twice tonight 
already, isn’t that enough for a first date?”

I could see from the look in his eyes that the answer was a definite “NO” 
and he pushed his hand in against my crotch and started to press his 
fingers against me.  This time I took his hand in mine and pulled it away 
but he was much stronger than me and insisted on keeping his hand between 
my legs.

“C’mon Kelly, you know you want my dick,” he panted in my ear.

Well, he WAS right about that.  Funny thing was, as badly as I craved his 
cock, and that’s putting it mildly, there was something about holding it 
back from him that turned me on too.  I could have easily just opened my 
legs and I’m sure he would have done everything for me – stripping me 
down, pushing me on my back, and climbing on top of me and fucking me.  
Yet that would have been a copout for me, taking the easy road.  As bad 
as I wanted his dick, I could see from the almost animal lust in his eyes 
that he wanted me even more.  At that moment I knew how a mouse felt when 
it was cornered by a hungry cat.  It’s no longer a mouse, it was lunch 
and right now I wasn't Kelly, I was a walking pussy to be fucked.

“NO!” I said firmly, surprising even myself with the forcefulness of my 
voice.   Evidently, Doug had watched too many porn movies where “No” 
meant “try harder and I’ll give in eventually” so he started to push me 
onto my back and I knew I had to do something quickly.  I still had his 
dick in my hand so I squeezed it hard, not enough (hopefully) to hurt him 
but enough to get his attention.

“OWWWW!” he cried out, sitting back and pulling my hand from his dick, 
“What the hell was THAT all about anyway?”

“I said no, didn't you hear me?” I said, folding my arms in front of me.

“Well, from I’ve heard, you never say no, or at least you don’t mean it 
when you do,” he accused me.

“Well, then you heard wrong,” I said defiantly.  It felt good somehow, 
empowering I guess, to be able to stand up to him.  Even though I would 
have loved for him to fuck me, it was almost as much a turn-on 
controlling him this way.

“I knew it, you’re just another fucking little cock tease,” he threw at 
me, starting to reach down for his jeans.

I reached for his dick, which was surprisingly hard for the abuse I had 
just given it.  He started to push me away but I held onto him anyway.

“Maybe next time you can fuck me,” I teased him although it was closer to 
the truth than I bet he suspected.  “For now, let me make it up to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, how about I suck your dick again while you drive me home?”

Doug laughed hard now, forgetting about his earlier anger at me.

“Shit, you really DO love ducking dick, don’t you?”

“Well, didn't I say I did?” I replied innocently, no differently than if 
he had accused me of liking chocolate ice cream.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” he teased as he started the truck up.

To be perfectly honest, I hadn’t really expected him to do it when I 
burst out with my offer.  I hadn’t really thought it through but I 
figured he would just let me do him again in the parking lot.  After 
that, I figured even a seventeen year old boy would need a little time to 
recuperate after cumming twice in the past thirty minutes.

It was only two minutes back to my house but I didn't let his dick slip 
from my mouth once the entire trip.  There were a few bumps and turns 
where I had to be careful not to bite him but otherwise it was actually a 
rather uneventful trip.  He hadn’t cum yet when he pulled into my 
driveway and when he stopped I started to pull my head up so I could get 
out.  Doug wasn't having any of THAT though and he put his hands on my 
head and forced it back down onto his dick again.

“Finish me off,” he ordered, “You’re not getting away with sucking me 
this far and then getting out and leave me this way!

Actually, I was the one who would be getting out with the feeling of 
emptiness as I had wanted badly to be fucked tonight but all I got was a 
lot of cock sucking to show for my efforts.  For a moment I was tempted 
to say the hell with it and let him fuck me right in the driveway but 
then I thought better of it and just finished him off.  His third load 
was significantly less than the previous two but I enjoyed it all the 
same, as I was sure he did.  I sat up and swallowed it down once again as 
he pulled his jeans up.

“G’nite Doug,” I whispered to him softly, the taste of his cum fresh in 
my mouth.  I waited, expecting a kiss at least to close out the night but 
he kept his distance until I think he finally realized what I was waiting 
for.

“Sorry baby, but I can’t kiss you with your mouth tasting like my cum.”

What a jerk! Here he expected me to take three full loads of his cum AND 
swallow it down and now he wouldn't kiss me with just the residual cum 
left in my mouth? I just frowned and started to get out of the truck.

“Good night Kelly,” he called after me, “Next time, though, you know what 
I expect!”

At that moment I knew there wasn't going to be a next time.  There was 
something about the way he said it that brought back to my mind the way 
my mom had explained the difference between a slut and a whore.  Doug 
wasn't just HOPING to fuck me next time, he EXPECTED it.  So basically, 
that told me he thought I was a whore and I felt offended.  Had he said 
something more like he HOPED to nail me, them that would have been OK but 
I definitely didn't like the way he thought he was in control of me.  
Now, as horny as I was, I was glad I hadn’t let him fuck me- the jerk!

I didn't say anything, though, and just waved goodbye before going to my 
house and walking in through the lower garage entrance.  It led to the 
basement where our family room was and sure enough, my mom and dad were 
in their usual positions, laying back in the their LazyBoys watching TV.

“Hey honey, how’d it go?” my mom called out being the first to see me.

I sat down on the couch next to her chair and told her all about my date.  
My dad was listening in as well although he didn't say a word the entire 
time until I was finished.

“Well, we’re proud of you,” my dad said, smiling at me.  “I have to say, 
I’m also proud that you took my advice!”

I got up and leaned over and kissed him briefly on the mouth.  It wasn't 
until I was back in my couch that I realized my mouth must still taste 
like Doug’s cum but if my dad noticed anything, he didn't say a word.

“Well, I’m going to bed,” I announced.

“Yeah right,” my dad chuckled, “Just like this afternoon, right?”

“Mom!” I exclaimed, turning to her for some help with my outrageous 
father.

“Hey, don’t look to me for help, YOU’RE the one that can't keep her hands 
off her pussy,” my mom replied, surprisingly going to my dad’s defense in 
this case.

I just rolled my eyes melodramatically and huffed in frustration.  There 
wasn't much I could do when they both ganged up on me like this.

I headed upstairs of my bed.  My dad WAS right though, it wasn't to go to 
sleep right away.  My pussy and I had another date tonight – with each 
other!

THE END