Young Jared earns more than just a few dollars helping his neighbor.
It was a hot, and it was only 8:30 in the morning. School had been out for a few weeks, and if the rest of the summer was going to be like this, I might just spend all of it all inside. I had the house to myself, as mom felt that, since I had just turned 14, that it was ok to leave me here while her and dad were at work. I had already finished my chore list, and was mulling over things I could do without getting off of the sofa, when the phone rang. I sat my drink down and reached to answer it.
“Hi, this is Julie Anderson. Is this Robert?”
“No ma’am,” I answered, remembering my manners, “This is Jared.”
“Jared? Wow! Your voice has changed. You sound so…grown up. Is your mom or dad there?”
“No ma’am, they’re both at work.”
“Well, actually you’re the one I wanted to talk to anyway. I really need some help today. Would you be interested in making a little money?”
Hmm…sounded like manual labor to me. “I guess so. Doing what?”
"A big tree fell across my pool during that bad storm the other night. It crushed my patio furniture, not to mention I’ve got branches and pine needles all over the place. The tree guys just finished cutting it up and hauling the big pieces away, but it left an awful mess in the pool and on the patio. I need a strong young man to load the limbs and the damaged lawn furniture into the truck so I can take it to the dump, and help me clean this mess up. Interested?”
It didn’t seem like too awful a job, and after all, she did have a pool. I figured if I helped her out, she might let me take a dip afterwards. Making some spending money and a trip to the pool? Hmm…sounded like an ok setup.
“I’d be glad to help, Mrs. Anderson, but I need to check with my mom first. Is that ok?”
“Sure, honey, and if it’s ok with her, don’t bother calling back, just come on over. Oh, don’t forget to wear your swimsuit, ok?”
“Sure, Mrs. Anderson. Thanks.” I ended the call with her, and immediately called mom. She ok’d the plan with no problem, and soon I was headed over to Mrs. Anderson’s house. She only lived two streets over in our subdivision, so I was there in a matter of minutes.
She greeted me at the door, and flashed me a gorgeous smile that stopped me in my tracks. Funny, but I’d never noticed how pretty she was, but then I hadn’t really noticed girls in general until just recently. Nice legs disappeared into tight denim shorts, and small perky tits that made her tight cotton t-shirt look very appealing. She was barefooted, and her toenails were well manicured and painted hot pink. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, which she had pulled back into a ponytail, making her look like a teenager. Her skin was nicely tanned, obviously a benefit of owning a pool, I’m sure. I secretly started to wonder if she had any tan lines…
“...is that ok with you, Jared?”
“Uhh…I’m sorry,” I stammered. “What was that you said?” I blushed a little, having been caught ogling her instead of listening. She didn’t seem to notice.
“I said, if you want to start loading the furniture, we could get the heavy stuff out of the way first…”
She led me out the back door, onto the patio. The place was a big fat mess. Pine branches, needles, and bark covered everything. Off to the side were the remnants of a nice table and chairs, which had been reduced to a twisted pile of wrought iron by the weight of the now-departed tree. She had already backed up an ancient looking old truck, one she borrowed from her dad she told me. I went about the task of hefting the surprisingly heavy furniture into the back.
After a few minutes, the furniture was loaded into the truck, and it was time to round up the limbs and branches. My shirt was already soaked with sweat, so I took it off as I grabbed for a pair of work gloves. I bent down to pick up the next limb.
“Wow, you must work out a lot!” I heard her say from behind. I threw the large limb into the truck without too much effort and turned around, blushing again.
“Yes ma’am, you know…football and all. We have a weight room at the school.”
“Oh,” she said, and nodded.
We began the daunting task of rounding up the rest of the branches. I took the larger ones; Mrs. Anderson took the smaller ones. Little by little, we cleared the yard and patio of all the limbs. By the time the last one was loaded, we were both filthy. Next came the cleanup. Sawdust and tree bark seemed to be everywhere. I grabbed the push broom and started sweeping the patio area around the pool. Mrs. Anderson took a long pole with a net attached to it and started cleaning the needles and bark out of the water. The day got hotter and hotter. Finally, after two sweaty hours, we were finished. Mrs. Anderson looked over at me and flashed a grin, wiping forehead with the back of her work glove. She raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the cool, inviting water.
“Are you up for a dip?”
I grinned and nodded gratefully. “You bet! I’ve been thinking about diving in since we got started.”
I put the broom away, shucked the work gloves and my shoes, and jumped in. The water felt terrific, and I could feel it washing away all the sweat and grime that my body had collected over the past few hours. I surfaced at the shallow end, standing up and brushing my hair out of my face with my hands.
“Mind if I join you?”
I turned around to see Mrs. Anderson pulling her t-shirt over her head. She had been wearing a tiny white string bikini top underneath her shirt, and it didn’t cover much. I stood there with my mouth open.
“Uhh…sure. I mean…it’s your pool, right?” Smooth, Jared…real smooth.
She chuckled as she unbuttoned her shorts. “Yeah, well…I guess you’re right!” With no further ceremony, she slid her tight denim shorts over her hips and down her long, slim legs. I tried not to stare as her tiny bikini bottom left little to my horny imagination. She pulled out the band that was holding her ponytail, and shook her hair. She was really pretty, and it soon dawned on me that she was nowhere near my parent’s age. She couldn’t have been much older than 27 or 28, I guess. I didn’t realize it, but I was still standing there with my mouth open, gawking at her like…well, like a horny 14-year old boy. She looked at me kind of funny, then grinned at me and winked. I blushed and turned away, partly in embarrassment, partly to hide the boner that had begun to sprout between my legs. I heard her chuckle behind my back.
“I’m sorry, Jared…I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just that…well, no one has looked at me that way for a while. I forgot what it was like.”
Something clicked in the back of my mind, and I suddenly turned back to face her. Why had she called ME to help her? Why wasn’t her husband here doing it? She said the old truck belonged to her father. Hadn’t I seen her husband driving a big black pickup not too long ago? I glanced down at her hand…no wedding ring. It all started to sink in, and she must have read my face. She smiled kind of sadly.
“You might as well know…it’s no big secret anyway. Jim left me about a month ago. It had been over way before that, but…” her voice trailed off. I didn’t know what to say, and just stood there awkwardly. She shook it off in a moment, however, and flashed me that gorgeous smile again.
“Well, let’s not dwell on the past, ok? Let’s have some fun!” She dove in, cleanly entering the water with very little splash. We swam and floated around for a while, and I did my best not to stare, and tried to keep my erection out of sight. The water glistened off her skin, and her bikini did nothing to conceal her stiff little nipples. I wasn’t going to be able to get out of the pool anytime soon. To make matters worse, it was now time for lunch.
“Are you hungry? I’ve got some sandwich stuff inside, if you just want to eat here with me. Maybe afterwards we can take all this stuff to the dump. Sound ok?”
“Sure.” I replied, as I was already starving.
I watched her climb out of the pool, and groaned silently as I saw the thin fabric of her bikini riding up between her ass cheeks. She didn’t bother rearranging it until she reached for her towel. She wrapped the towel around herself, and turned back to me.
“Aren’t you getting out? I thought you were hungry."
Once again I blushed. “I’ll…I’ll be there in a minute. You go on inside,” I mumbled.
She looked at me with puzzlement for a second, just before a faint smile formed at the corners of her mouth.
“Sure, no problem. You can keep swimming while I fix lunch. Just come in when you’re ready, ok?”
I swallowed hard, and nodded gratefully.
After she was inside, my dick had returned to a somewhat normal size. I got out of the pool, and wrapped a towel around myself. I padded through the sliding glass door into the kitchen. She had already laid out sandwiches, chips, and drinks. I had worked up quite an appetite, and soon the food disappeared. I couldn’t help stealing glances at her the entire time I was eating. She looked so sexy sitting there with the towel wrapped around her, that long golden hair cascading onto her tanned shoulders. After we had finished eating, she cleared our plates while I put the chips away.
“I’m going upstairs to change. If you want to run home and change, you can ride with me to the dump. I’ll be ready in a few minutes,” she said, as I watched her head up the stairs. The towel barely covered her ass, and I enjoyed the view all the way up before I turned to leave.
I ran home to change, threw on a clean shirt and shorts, and returned to Mrs. Anderson’s. I walked in, but didn’t see her anywhere. I sat down on the couch and waited. Soon, I heard her footsteps on the stairs, and a pair of legs appeared. I tried not to gawk at her this time, but it was extremely difficult. She’d washed and dried her hair, which now hung in blonde wisps that framed her face. A black tank top allowed me a small peek at her cleavage, and a denim mini-skirt showed off her legs to the maximum. Tiny black sandals completed her wardrobe, hot pink toenails standing out against her tanned toes. I began to get a lump in my lap again.
“Well, do I look better now?” she asked, smiling at me sweetly.
“Gosh, Mrs. Anderson,” I swallowed hard. “Umm…you…you look fine.”
“Fine? Just fine?” She gave me a mock pout, and then grinned at me.
I cleared my throat. “Uhh…actually, you look…well…you look really hot, Mrs. Anderson.”
I couldn’t believe that I had the balls to say that in front of her. She beamed at me and rubbed my head.
“That’s much better. Now, one more thing. When your mom’s not around, my name is just Julie, ok?”
I felt kind of funny, and I wasn’t sure I could just start calling her Julie. She noticed the hesitation in my eyes.
“It’s ok, John. We’re friends; we should talk like friends. Try it one time.”
I nodded my head. “Ok, Mrs. Ander…I mean, Julie.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She smiled again. “You ready to go?”
I grinned back shyly. “Sure…Julie.”
“Oh, that sounds MUCH better.”
We walked out to the truck, which I couldn’t help noticing had definitely seen it’s better days. She laughed when she saw the doubt on my face.
“I know it doesn’t look like much, but my dad’s had it for 30 years, and it’s never let him down. No truck in the world is more dependable.” I just nodded my head, but was still skeptical. I piled into the passenger seat, while she climbed into the driver’s side. It was an old stick shift, the kind with a manual clutch pedal, and I was soon drawn to the extremely sexy sight of Julie’s legs as she spread them to work the pedals. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t help it. Soon I felt the lump growing in my pants, as her skirt moved further up her thighs.
“Oh my! I guess I shouldn’t have worn a skirt to drive this thing. I hope I don’t flash you or anything,” she said grinning, as she wheeled the truck onto the road.
I couldn’t think of anything I’d like more than a glimpse between her legs, but I just cleared my throat and stared straight ahead. The dump was about 8 miles out of town, and we passed the time chatting about all kinds of things. I was surprised to find out that she actually liked one of the same bands that I did, and that we liked many of the same movies. She was pretty cool for a grownup.
When we reached the turn for the dump, it was nothing more than a long dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Julie made the turn off the main road and stopped the truck and turned the ignition off. I looked over at her questioningly. She looked over at me and raised an eyebrow.
“Ever drive a stick before?”
I shook my head and grinned. “No ma’am, I’m just 14, remember?”
“Hogwash! My dad taught me to drive this thing when I was 14. Here, slide over.” She opened her door and walked around to my side. I hadn’t moved, as I still wasn’t too sure about the whole thing. She opened my door to get in.
“Come on, give it a shot. I’ll show you how to do it. It’s not hard.”
I grinned and slid over, gripping the wheel with both hands.
“Ok, the first thing you do is push in the clutch. You do that every time you crank the engine, or change gears…ok?” I nodded and pushed the pedal in, turning the ignition key. The motor groaned to life, and I looked over to her.
“Great, now move the gear shift from “P” to “1”. I did that, and a horrible grinding sound came from under the truck. Julie giggled.
“No, you have to leave the clutch in until after you shift, ok? Then slowly let out the clutch until it starts to move.” I gritted my teeth and did what she said. The truck lurched forward before the engine cut off, coming to a violent halt. I was really pissed, but Julie was laughing hysterically.
There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she teased. “Try it again, and give it some gas as you are letting the clutch out.”
I followed her instruction, and the truck edged roughly forward. I started driving down the road, and became aware that the engine was getting a lot louder.
“Ok, now push the clutch in and shift into second gear,” she yelled above the noise. I looked down, searching for second gear.
“Look out!” she screamed, and reached over to grab the wheel. I looked up in time to see us barely avoid a large tree growing by the road. We swerved, and Julie slid all the way across the seat and ended up right next to me. The truck lurched violently, stalling out again. I thought Julie would kill me, but when I looked over at her, she was biting her lower lip, trying not to laugh.
“That was…well…it was…” she searched for the right word.
“Ugly.” I said.
She burst into laughter. “Yeah, pretty ugly.” Her eyes danced, and I found myself wondering what kind of asshole would want to leave a woman like this.
“Ok, let’s try this. Put your hand on the gearshift.” I did. She put her left hand on top of mine. I looked over at her quickly, but she kept on with her instructions.
“When I say ‘clutch’, you push the clutch. Got it?” I nodded, but was totally overwhelmed by the warm feeling of her hand on mine. I started the truck again.
“Clutch!” Julie yelled, and I clutched. She shifted into first gear, and left her hand on mine. As the engine noise got louder, she yelled ‘clutch’ again. I pushed down on the pedal, and Julie moved my hand smoothly into second. Now we had the routine down. I shifted through all four gears, and we rode down the road. It took me a second or two to realize that Julie’s hand was still on mine. My face flushed a little, but I didn’t want to move for fear that she would notice and move her hand. I glanced over, but she was just looking intently out the window. Soon we approached the gate to the dump.
“Uhh…Julie, what do I do?” She snapped her head around as if she’d been in a dream.
“Oh, I’m sorry…just clutch and brake next to the gatehouse. I did as I was told, and the truck glided to a stop beside a little wooden hut, where an elderly man poked his head out. He looked at me, down to our hands on the gearshift, over to Julie, then back to me. He grinned a smile that was missing more than a few teeth.
“Droppin’ a load today, sonny?”
“Yessir.” I stammered, and he winked at me as he waved us through.
“I guess he thought I was your girlfriend,” Julie said, giggling as she glided my hand through the gears again. I followed the signs to the dump point and stopped the truck. Several guys were working in the area, but no one gave us a look until Julie stepped out of the truck. Suddenly, four helpful men surrounded us, as each one struggled to get a closer look at Julie. She pretended not to notice, and supervised while we unloaded the truck. Between all of us, it only took a few minutes to complete the job. Julie thanked them and she climbed back into the truck, thankfully on the driver’s side this time. I hopped in the other side and we left the dump. After a couple of miles she slowed the truck, and I noticed that she was daydreaming again, looking out the driver’s window.
“What are you looking for, Julie?”
“Oh, nothing, really,” she said wistfully. “I was just looking for a road I remembered. I haven’t been out this way in a very long time.” A few seconds later she suddenly braked to a halt.
“There it is. I thought I had missed it,” and she turned onto a half hidden dirt road.
I didn’t have a clue where she was going, but I kept my mouth shut. It didn’t look like the road had been traveled for some time, and we passed two abandoned houses that looked to have been empty for years. The road wound back through thick woods for a mile or two, when we suddenly came into a clearing. A small creek flowed through the trees, and huge oaks on either side of the bank hung over the water like a great green canopy. Upstream there was a small waterfall of about four feet, and wildflowers bloomed in abundance. It was beautiful.
“Wow,” I said. “This is nice.”
“It’s a very special place for me, Jared. I haven’t been here in a very long time…since I was a girl.” Julie said, eyes misting a bit. I wanted to ask her what was so special about the place, but something told me not to. I watched as she got out, and walked along the creek. After a few moments, she turned and waved to me.
“C’mon, it’s too hot to sit in the truck. Let’s walk.” I hopped out and walked over to her. We walked a little while further, and suddenly she sat down in a shady spot right next to the waterfall, and stretched out on her back in the grass. Not knowing what else to do, I sat down beside her. It was so peaceful, listening to the water falling softly over the rocks. Julie had her eyes closed, and I allowed my own eyes to roam over her body. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. I began fantasizing what she would look like naked, and it wasn’t long before I began to get yet another erection.
“Do you like looking at me, Jared?” she asked bluntly, not opening her eyes. Or had they REALLY been closed? I gulped, having been caught staring at her again.
“I didn’t…that is, I mean…” I stammered.
She opened her eyes and smiled. “Hey, it’s ok. Really, I don’t mind. I told you earlier that it made me feel special. Nice to know that somebody still thinks I’m attractive.” She rolled over to face me.
“Geez, Julie, I think you’re beautiful.” I couldn’t believe I was bold enough to say it, and even more surprised how easy it was. She reached over and put her hand on mine. I felt a jolt of electricity surge through my body.
“Oh, Jared…you do say the sweetest things.” She kept her hand there, and gazed into my eyes. “Do you want to know why this place is so special to me?”
I swallowed hard and nodded.
“This is the place where I lost…well, the first time I ever…made love with a boy. I was 14, he was 15, and I loved him dearly. He moved away soon afterward. We promised to keep in touch, but...well, you know how that goes. But it was the most perfect, romantic time of my life, and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t give to go back again.” She gazed at the waterfall with a faraway look. Her hand still hadn’t left mine, and I didn’t want to say anything for fear that she might move it. She blinked a couple of times and looked back at me, smiling.
“Have you got a girlfriend?” I shook my head, still afraid to speak.
“Well, I find that hard to believe, as handsome as you are.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Have you ever…had sex with a girl?” I blushed furiously and looked down, shaking my head again. The extent of my sex life consisted of some kissing games at a couple of birthday parties, and jacking off, which I practiced daily.
“Hey, don’t be ashamed. It will happen when it’s the right time, with the right girl, and if I know you, it will be beautiful for her as well. I know if I was 14 again, I’d be all over you right now.” She said it so matter-of-factly, but she began to stroke the back of my hand, and soon my erection was straining to split my shorts wide open. This time it did not go unnoticed by Julie.
“Oh, my! Did I do that?” She grinned at me. “Don’t be shy, it’s perfectly natural. I take it as a compliment.” I couldn’t say anything, so I just looked down in embarrassment.
“I…I’ve never…done anything…with a girl, I mean…you know…”
“That’s ok, I understand. But you must think about sex a lot though, don’t you?”
I was getting used to her direct questions by now, and now decided that I was brave enough to answer her. “Only about every 2 minutes.” As soon as I said it, I cursed myself for sounding so immature, but Julie burst out laughing.
“How about that? An honest man! Well, to be honest myself, I still have days like that too.” She looked at me, and her smile faded into something else. She moved her hand to my thigh. “Like today, for instance.”
I gulped for the millionth time that day, but held her gaze. “Yeah, me too.”
She moved her hand further up my thigh, right next to the huge lump in my lap.
“Do you want me to touch it?” she asked quietly.
I gasped, and nodded my head. She moved her hand to my cock, gently rubbing it through my cotton shorts. It bobbed to attention, and Julie smiled.
“My goodness…it’s so HARD! Does that feel good?”
“Mmm hmm,” I groaned.
“Can I take it out?” she asked.
I exhaled deeply and nodded. She tugged at my shorts, hooking her fingers into the waistband of my boxers as well. I raised my hips to assist her, and she slid my shorts down past my knees. The cool breeze hit my cock, and once again it bobbed in anticipation.
“Wow, I didn’t realize how big you were.” She circled her fingers around my engorged member and began to stroke me. Her hand was like velvet, and although I had jacked off countless times, nothing had ever felt this good. Precum oozed from my slit, lubricating her hand so that it began to slide wetly up and down my shaft. I laid back and let out a long moan.
“Oh, don’t cum just yet, baby…” she implored.
I groaned again. “I can’t help it, Julie…it feels so good.”
She gazed at me with those big green eyes. “Would you like me to put it in my mouth?”
My eyes widened, and my mouth hung open. She raised an eyebrow.
“If you want me to, I promise I won’t say ‘no’.”
Another deep breath. “Please, Julie…”
With that, she lowered her head into my lap. Her warm, wet mouth engulfed my dick, and her tongue swirled around the underside of my sensitive cock head. I was sure I had died and gone to heaven; nothing I’d ever experienced felt as good as this. She began to bob slowly up and down, her cheeks hollow with the suction she applied. I felt the familiar ache in my groin area, and I knew I couldn’t last long. Her head retreated so that only the head of my dick was in her mouth, her tongue an erotic snake dancing over every bump and crevice. Back down she went, her lips forming a soft “O” around my manhood. I felt the tip of my cock bump the back of her throat, and she reversed course again. My balls began to tighten, and I knew that I was close.
“Julie…I can’t help it! I’m… I’m gonna…”
“I know…” was all I heard from her, but she didn’t stop. I spread my legs, and Julie began to fondle my balls lightly with her fingernails. I felt the cum racing up my shaft, and my cock began to throb. Julie clamped her lips around my cock head, and drew her tongue slowly across the underside. My cock twitched once, then began to spew semen into her hot mouth.
“Mmm…” Julie purred.
My hips bucked, and I almost passed out from the intense pleasure. Time after time, my dick convulsed, and each convulsion sent another spurt of hot sperm into Julie’s waiting mouth. I cried out in pleasure, knowing there was no one within miles to hear me.
Eventually, my orgasm subsided, as a feeling of pure relaxation washed over me. Julie kept her mouth around me, careful not to let any of the cum escape her lips. She tickled me several times with her tongue, sending more shockwaves of pleasure through my body all over again. Eventually, she sat up, looked at me with a grin, and swallowed. I just lay there with a bemused grin on my face, not able to move a muscle. Finally she gazed into my eyes and spoke.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for you all afternoon,” she whispered.
“You didn’t have to wait so long.” I said breathlessly.
Julie giggled, then looked around at the beautiful surroundings. The faraway look returned once again. On impulse, I reached up and gently caressed her cheek. She looked down at me again and smiled that angelic smile.
“Just think about it; fifteen years ago, I was 14, right here in this exact spot, and had sex for the first time. Now fifteen years later, you’re here, your 14, and in the same exact spot.”
I grinned up at her. “Yeah, but unless blowjobs count, I’m still a virgin.”
Julie winked at me and reached to pull her shirt over her head, exposing her perky bra-less tits.
“We don't have to go home just yet...that is, unless you want to..."
I grinned my silly teenager grin as I took in the sight of her perfect little breasts. Small rosy nipples hardened as the cool breeze carressed them. Julie got up on her knees, unbuttoning the denim miniskirt she had on. She began to slide them down over her slender hips, exposing a tiny black lacy thong that just barely covered her pussy. She stopped and looked at me.
"Jared, I don't think you would tell anyone about this, but I need to know for sure, ok?"
I nodded eagerly, still staring at my first real live naked female body. "I swear, I won't tell anyone...besides, no one would believe me anyway."
She smiled sweetly at me again. "That's a good boy! Now, we need to do something about that virginity of yours. Do you want to fuck me, Jared?"
I nodded, dumbstruck at how my day had turned out. Julie stood, kicking off her sandals and the miniskirt, standing before me in nothing but the tiny lace thong.
She grinned, and slid the thong down her long slender legs. Her pussy was smooth as a baby's, and to answer my earlier fantasy, definitely no tan lines! She grinned as she watched me watch her.
"I hope you don't mind the lack of hair down there...it's just that in the summer, wearing a bikini and all that...you know..."
I didn't know, had never actually thought about it, but I didn't care. I had never seen anything so erotic in my life. Despite the recent orgasm, my young cock began to swell again.
"Oh my goodness! So soon? Well, it must be fun to be 14!" Julie giggled. She manuvered her legs on either side of me, and squatted down straddling my thighs. She reached out, and gently began to stroke my young boy cock. Already throbbing in anticipation, it swelled even larger in her light grasp.
"I want you inside me, Jared. I need you inside me. It's been a REALLY long time. But if you don't want to, please tell me. I won't force you to do anything you..."
"I want to, Julie...I want to so bad" I gasped, cutting her off. She smiled knowingly, and raised her hips over mine.
"I was hoping you'd say that. I want to make your first time really special. Just lay back, and let me do the rest, ok?"
I watched in horny amazement as she reached between her thighs and gently lifted my cock to her pussy. She began to rub the head up and down her slit. I could feel the moist heat coming from between her legs as my cock slid wetly between her swollen cunt lips.
"Oooh yeah, baby...that's nice...that's real nice..." she purred. I couldn't speak, and only nodded in youthful enthusiasm. She gazed down at me lustfully.
"Are you ready, Jared?"
I managed to croak something that sounded affirmative, and suddenly I felt my pulsing young cock engulfed in warm velvety wetness. My eyes went wide as Julie plunged down on me, her small hips bottoming out on my pubic bone, grinding my cock into her as far as it would go. I let out a gasp, as the sensation was far beyond anything I had ever imagined. She was so hot, so wet, and her vagina gripped my shaft like a vice. Julie began to moan as she started to fuck me.
"Oh, BABY! You feel so good inside me!"
My head began to swim from the sheer overwhelming feeling of having my cock inside her. I reached up, holding her small hips in my hands, and begin to thrust into her. I may have only been 14, but instinct sort of took over, and I tried to match the rhythm of her thrusts. She smiled down at me.
"That's it. Oh yeah...you're doing just fine, baby. Fuck me..."
She began bouncing up and down on me a little faster, and I noticed her eyes closing as she began to moan softly. I continued my thrusting as well, wondering if it was possible that this felt as good to her as it did to me. We continued our erotic rhythm for several minutes, when I saw her face contort slightly.
"Oh, Jared...I'm close...so close...fuck me and make me cum..."
I couldn't believe I was fucking this hot woman, and not only that, that I might possibly make her cum! I renewed my thrusting with teenage vigor, wanting to make her feel like she had made me feel earlier. All this pushed me closer to the edge, and I felt that familiar ache in my balls. I gritted my teeth, determined not to cum until she did. Still, my young cock began to swell inside her. Julie gasped.
"Oh, Jared...you're so big inside me! Are you going to cum again, sweetie? It's ok, baby...cum inside me. I'm SO ready for you..."
I saw her chest and neck begin to flush slightly red, and her moans suddenly turned into one long drawn out one. My balls began to constrict, and I felt my cock twitching.
"Oh, Jared...oh, baby...I'm close...I'm SO close...oh.....oh.....OHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"
Julie plunged down on me forcefully, as her cunt started to spasm on my shaft. It felt like a warm, wet hand was milking my cock, trying to squeeze my teen cum out of my cock head. I felt my cock twitch once more, and I began to spew my sperm into her moist pussy. I groaned loudly, and Julie shrieked.
"Ohhhh YES!!! Cum for me, Jared! Oh fuck....it feels so good, baby....!"
I shot rope after rope of my young sperm inside her. As good as her blowjob felt earlier, this was on a totally different planet. Her cunt muscles continued to spasm as she thrashed up and down on me, and my dick responded to each contraction of hers with a squirt of my own. Julie continued her high pitched squeals, and I grunted and groaned louder than I ever had before.
Soon, however, our orgasms began to subside. We were both totally spent. I felt a wave of good feeling wash over me like I had never experienced before, but then again, today was a day of firsts. Julie fell forward onto me, her small firm tits pressed into my chest. She began to kiss me, and I kissed back. Before long, our tongues were snaking around each other. My cock stayed semi-hard inside her, and neither of us seemed to want to move, for fear of spoiling the perfect moment.
Julie leaned up on her elbows, and I looked down, watching her perky little nipples rubbing my smooth chest. She giggled.
"Jared, that was wonderful...I needed that SO much! Thank you for letting me be your first. Did it feel as good as you hoped?"
Despite all that had transpired in the last hour, 14 took over, and I still managed to blush slightly. I was at a total loss for words, but in a uncommon moment of maturity, realized that anything I said would still be woefully inadequate. So I did the smart thing, kept my mouth shut, smiled up at her, and nodded. She smiled back down at me sweetly, tracing little circles around my nipples with her fingernails.
"You know, Jared...my basement is a total mess. I wonder if you might know a strong young man in the neighborhood who might like to come over again tomorrow and help me clean it out...."