Gender: Male Age: 33 Location: USA
|Introduction: Charlie makes his choice and begins a fun relationship|
So fans, I'm sad to announce that I have plans to abandon this series. It was hot writing it but I need to get the heck off this website. I don't like who I'm turning into and I need to change some things in my life --- maybe re-focus on my wife.
So, I'd like to offer to hand this off to somebody who'd like to adopt it. PM me if you want to take it over and write subsequent installments. My only requirement is that you have previously posted stories on here, and if I think your stories are good enough, I'll select you to take over.
Once I do select a person, I'll post a story that links to your author page, so that way it's all connected.
Now then, here is the final part penned by me. Enjoy!
February 21, 1995
So it shouldn’t be much surprise that I’ve pretty much hid out the past couple days. Saturday and Sunday both, I didn’t call Dom or Liz. And they didn’t call me. Just hung out at home and went over and over again in my mind which one is the best choice.
I could pick Liz, which would be amazing. I could pop her cherry – which is something I’ve never done – and really open up a great relationship with her. We could establish ourselves as the epitome of “high school sweethearts” and I think be together for quite a while. We really connect, she’s into a lot of the same stuff I am, and she has a good deal going on upstairs, which is a huge turn-on. I hate ditzy girls.
And she is SOOO beautiful. Like Helen of Troy beautiful. And she wants ME. She tried to even SEDUCE ME. And I look in to her baby blue eyes for hours. And her petite little body --- god damn it would be amazing to impale her tiny body with my cock. Over and over again. And watch her unleash that horny fucking devil she has inside. She does, though, have no tits, but I know she’ll at least grow into a B-cup before high school gets out. So we have that going for us.
And then there’s Dominique. Dom and I already have friendship. We already have lust. We don’t need to try that hard with each other. It just is. And now that we’ve opened up sex, and we’ve crossed that barrier, there’s no telling what we could do now.
Though she’s not as hot as Liz, there’s no denying those fucking tits. Those high, perky tits are fucking Playboy-esque. And the way she uses that rap video ass of hers is almost artistic.
But to be honest, she wasn’t as smart as Liz. I loved our conversations. With Dom, it was more a combination of flirting and navigating hurt feelings.
But speaking of hurt feelings, Liz could still be scared shitless by how our last meeting went down.
As you can see, there was way too much to think about. And strangely, the decision felt like it did when I asked out my wife for the first time. Back then, I felt like that by taking that step of asking her out, I had effectively mapped out my life. I was making the decision to marry her, right then and there, just by asking her out. Because that’s what it was going to turn into. I just knew it somehow.
This time, it was the same deal. No matter who I chose, this girl was going to be my high school girlfriend for a while. I just knew. So a simple weekend wasn’t enough time to come to a decision.
But I had no choice by the time Monday came around. I was back at school and of course, the first person I saw in the halls, as if it was on cue, was Liz.
She still wasn’t making eye contact with me. She just sheepishly said “hi” to me like she barely knew me and started to walk quickly past me. She probably would have just kept on trucking if I didn’t stop her.
“Liz, come back,” I pled, my words forcing her to turn around as if she just got caught stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar. Or, I suppose, a cock out of the underwear.
She stood there wordlessly, and, knowing I had to lead this conversation, I began to speak.
“Listen, I’m sorry about how things went the other day,” I said as she just darted her eyes to the ground. “I didn’t mean to freak you out. I just got too excited. It seemed like you wanted it to happen and I just didn’t think…”
“It’s not your fault,” she interrupted me. “It’s mine. I’m just, just, riddled with guilt over what happened. I never expected it and I just, just…”
I looked at her, trying to guess what she was trying to get out. “…was surprised you acted like that?”
She looked away from me. “More like ashamed,” she said, a slight tear appearing in her eye. “I mean, I made a promise to God and a promise to my parents – and a promise to myself, even – to wait until marriage before I did something like that,” she said. “And I nearly had, you know…”
She whispered, “…Sex, with you.” I was surprised at that fact. “I would have. I mean, still now, even looking at you, I, I…”
She just made this whole decision harder. I knew I could break her if I really put my mind to it. I couple more evenings together and I knew I could get her to part that pussy like the Red Sea.
But I had more respect for her than that. I did genuinely like her and saw a great future with her. But I didn’t want to be motivated by pussy. I wanted to be motivated by love.
And honestly, with Liz, I was worried it would be TOO GOOD. I had this feeling like I would be with her for a LONG TIME. And that would mean I couldn’t meet my wife and retrace that life with her.
Dominique still had the makings to be a great girlfriend, but there was no way in hell I was marrying the girl. So like a ton of bricks, it hit me. Dom was the right choice. And I took Liz’s shame in what we did as an opportunity.
“…Listen,” I interrupted her. “It’s OK. I know things went a little fast. I get that. I’m sorry I put you into that position. I’d never want you to jeopardize your faith, your promises, or your relationships with your parents just for me. I couldn’t live with that.”
“So let’s just be friends,” I finally offered.
Though she had tears in her eyes, she responded well to that, shook her head in measured affirmation, and just hugged me. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Maybe someday I’ll be ready. But just not now.”
I squeezed her back. “I know, sweetie. I know. But we’ll stay friends, OK? Best friends.”
She nodded again. I meant it. It would be great to be “best friends” with Liz. We did get along great. I could see us getting close.
So no sooner than we tempered our emotional “break up” and Liz began to walk away, did I get mauled from behind by Dominique, who squeaked in my ear. She hugged all over me, then stopped for a second.
“Wait, that is what I thought it was, right?”
I smiled. “Yes, it was.”
She got down off my back and spun me around toward her. “Aw, fuck yes!” she cried out and pulled me down for a passionate kiss right there in the middle of the hallway with people standing everywhere. It was passionate enough that we got smacked by a teacher walking by.
“Not in school!” The teacher, Mr. Aronofsky, chirped at us. I looked at Dom and she crooked her eyebrow, almost as if she took his directive as a challenge.
Yeah. I think I love this girl.
Your Friend Charlie
February 22, 1995
I didn’t think I would write tonight, but as I lie here waiting to fall asleep, I just keep waking up time and time again to rub myself and jerk myself off, thinking about the way Dom and I fucked again today.
So yesterday, we officially “got together” I suppose now that I pushed Liz out of the picture. And we sat together at lunch and climbed all over each other, hanging out with JB, Aaron and Greg, who seemed to get over any past transgressions (In fact, I guess it was all in my head. Aaron and Greg didn’t care what – or who – I did anyway, and JB got over me pretty quick and was more pissed off that I hurt Dominique).
But I couldn’t get over the fact that I left poor Liz high and dry. I saw her sitting at our table at lunch, surrounded by two or three guys blatantly hitting on her and looking like she just wanted somebody to save her.
So I asked everybody’s permission – chiefly Dominique – if Liz could sit with us. I begged everyone to give her a chance. They agreed and I invited her over – after explaining the Dominique hookup, in gritty detail, of course. Which definitely caused some hurt feelings but at least she wasn’t alone anymore at lunch.
Needless to say, JB got along with her, Dom was still indifferent (she still felt like she competing with her I think) and Aaron and Greg? Well, they instantly fell in love. Liz’s emotions quickly melted away and she seemed to have fun. She was smiling a lot and really hitting it off with everyone.
I thought in the back of my head – how will this grouping change things? First time around in school, Liz didn’t hang out with this group. Granted, she eventually ran with the Ex-Cheerleader types, but she more or less hung out with the preppies and football players. Not the skater punk type kids, like us. I wondered about her personal space time continuum. What road would she go on now?
Nonetheless, it felt a little strange being affectionate with Dominique with Liz right there. And Dom sensed it. And took me to task on it after school. And we had our very first fight. On the first day we were going out. GREAT way to start.
But I weaseled my way out of it by just explaining that it was weird making out with my girlfriend when my last “girlfriend” was sitting right next to us. It just took some time to get used to it.
She understood but was still upset, so I offered to make it up to her today.
I knew my parents would be working late and I’d have the house to myself for a while. The timing would be perfect.
So after school, I brought Dom home and with an empty house, I offered her a drink while I disappeared in my room for a while.
After I did the prep for about two minutes, I came back out so I could invite her in to my room. And I had decked it out. I covered up the windows to make it dark, I lit candles everywhere, lit incense, and spread rose petals all over the bed.
The look in her eyes was priceless.
“Our first time wasn’t exactly romantic,” I announced to her. “Though I had fun, I think you deserve a more sensitive approach.”
She just looked at me with satisfaction in her eyes, saying “Hmmm, I knew you weren’t an asshole.” She smiled big and wide and moved in for a slow but passionate kiss.
I kissed her and went to what was turning into one of my signature moves – holding the girl up while I kissed her – as I grabbed her ass and raised her up as I lightly stroked my tongue across hers.
We reached the bed and I dropped her onto the mattress. As she bounced, I noted how her titties wiggled while encased inside a Foo Fighters T-shirt. As I leaned down to continue kissing her my cock grew FAST. From nearly my softest to rock hard in about 10 seconds. It was getting stuck in that awkward perpendicular position so I had to free it. As my cock sprung free, she was still impressed.
“Wow, I can’t believe this is all mine to play with whenever I want!” She said cutely. As she put her hands out to touch it, it twitched wildly in anticipation. “I love how it has a mind of its own.”
With my cock freed and bouncing left and right, I moved down again to kiss her, joining her on the bed as we laid down and made out. Now with it just her and I and no audience to watch us, I took my time. This was my moment to map her out.
I began my journey at her ribs, which I remember being a hot spot at the concert. I lightly touched her and her body immediately jerked while she giggled. I did it again, this time lowering my tongue to lick her navel lightly, and the combination made her moan loudly.
And I was just getting started.
I moved my tongue up to her neck and lightly brushed it underneath her ear lobe. I probed my way down until I reached the curve of her neck, right on the collar bone – which was always my wife’s favorite spot – and she started giggling and squirming wildly. I decided to change it up a bit while bringing some pain, combining the collar bone kisses with a simultaneous slow, hard scratch of my fingernails down my back.
And she came almost instantly. Wow. I had never seen anything like it.
“Holy fuck, Charlie, what are you doing to me?”
“It’s called…,” I said with authority, making solid, dominant eye contact while quickly sending my hand to her already wet crotch, roughly tracing her lips with my fingers through her jeans upward toward the button.
“…Making,” I continued, unbuttoning her pants with one hand.
“…You,” I kept on, this time digging my hand inside her panties.
“…Cum,” I finally finished, inserting my finger into her hole and producing an amazing moan. I rubbed vigorously with three of my fingers buried and my thumb doing all the external work, rubbing on and around the clit.
In just 10 seconds, I was amazed that she came. HARD!
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a squirter!
She sprayed all over my hand and soaked nearly every inch of her underwear. It was like she pissed her pants, there was so much girl stuff. I was shocked. I had never been with anybody who squirted like THIS! My wife used the squirt from time to time when we were younger, I had a couple girlfriends back in the olden days that would while I was eating pussy, and Amanda let go of a few, but nothing like THIS!
As her orgasm calmed, she just looked at me, smiling and beginning to laugh. She was breathing so heavily. Her breasts were heaving on her chest with every rise and fall.
“Sorry, Charlie,” she said. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
Baffled, I said, “Do what?”
“You know. Make such a, you know, mess.”
I kind of forgot. She was 15. This was pre-Internet. She had no idea that squirting was a GOOD THING!
“No, don’t be sorry,” I assured her. “The best thing you could have possibly done was squirt on me. It let’s me know I did a good job.”
“Yes, really. It’s like when I squirt my stuff. That’s like the girl version.”
“Oh,” she said, coming to a realization. “My ex boyfriend was freaked out by it.”
I was semi shocked about the boyfriend admission. And the implication they had sex. She NEVER talked about it.
“Really?” I asked. “I didn’t know you had an ex boyfriend.”
“Of course I did, asshole,” she said, smacking me. “I mean, I’ve had lots of boyfriends but only one I had sex with. And I freaked him out.”
“Half the time I have sex, I squirt. Like, a lot. And he was convinced I was pissing.”
I couldn’t control myself and just busted out laughing.
“What?” she protested.
“It’s just that this guy sounds like a fucking retard.”
She laughed too. “I know. He kind of was.” She paused for a bit. “So you don’t think it’s weird that I squirt all the time.”
I thought about her comment and had to press further.
“Define ‘all the time.’”
She got really nervous and smiled. “Well… like I said, I do it during sex a lot, but when I masturbate it happens, like, every time.”
I crooked an eye at her in shock. She covered her eyes, embarrassed.
“I can’t believe I just told you I masturbate!”
“No, Dom, I like it,” I said. “It’s a turn on. See?” I pointed out my still rigidly hard cock, which didn’t waver at all during this conversation.
“Mmm, I do see,” she said, grabbing it with her hand and stroking it. “So,” she said, adopting some bedroom eyes. “It turns you on, huh?”
“Oh god yes,” I said. I couldn’t believe my ears. Did I really have a genuine serial squirter?
“Is that so?” she asked. “You like it that every time I rub myself, I need to spread a towel out on my bed? Since I soak it sooo much?”
She rubbed my cock faster, and it began twitching. “Yes.”
“Do you like it that I play games with myself to see how far I can squirt?” Her stroking got even faster.
“Do you like it that I REALLY squirt when I steal my older sister’s big black cock toy and stick it in me?” She began stroking vigorously now.
“You know,” she began. “Your cock is MUCH bigger than my sister’s toy. I bet with a little practice, I’ll squirt all … night … long on your big … fat … fucking … cock.”
I couldn’t handle it anymore. I mauled her. I began first by kissing her and wasted little fanfare by burying my face in her pussy. I licked a novel in the folds of her pussy, every sentence, every letter, in beautiful cursive letters. By the time I got to the end of the sentence “Call me Ishmael,” she was panting heavily. To send her over, I jabbed my fingers in, and boom. Squirt fucking city.
She was screaming and sprayed all over my bed, making a HUGE wet stain.
And we weren’t even done yet.
I moved myself closer to her face, my face slathered in her juices and my fingers pruny from my scant contact with her pussy.
“This is you,” I told her, motioning to my fingers. “And this,” pointing at my face. “You want to taste?”
She squirmed and giggled.
“I promise,” I said. “It tastes good. Kind of tart and sweet.”
I moved my fingers to her mouth, and apprehensively and cutely, she began to lick off her own juices. When she realized it wasn’t that bad, she really got in to licking my fingers.
I removed my digit and moved in for a kiss. She surprised me by grabbing the side of my head and licking my chin and cheeks, soaking up the rest of her juices.
I looked at her amazed. “So you like how you taste, huh?”
“Mmm hmm,” she said, half moaning. “Plus it’s so fucking nasty!”
We wordlessly kissed for 5 minutes, tearing each other’s clothes off before my rock hard footlong needed some release. I lowered my cock to her pussy and pushed in to her ridiculously tight hole. Her pussy walls embraced my wrist thick fuck stick, causing a huge moan as she arched her back high into the air, sending her gravity-defying titties jiggling upward.
As I entered, she rubbed her clit and stared deeply at me, grinding her teeth as I entered.
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking huge!”
I kept trudging deeper, and her soaked, squirting pussy finally allowed me in to almost my full length, which amazed me since she was so petite. I picked her up, leaning her back on her shoulders while her legs dug into my shoulders, and I was amazed at what I saw.
With my up curved cock hard as a rock, my huge dick plowed deep into her bowels and I actually saw the indentation of my dick make its way up near her bellybutton. As I looked at her flat, toned stomach I could see the indentation of my dick actually moving back and forth.
She noticed the bulge too and placed her hand over it, waiting for it to poke her over and over.
“Oh my god, it’s like a baby kicking,” she said. “Mmm, it’s like I can feel you in my stomach.”
From there, we just sport fucked. Every thrust I gave her seemed to tickle the top of her pussy right at her G-spot, and then go deeper to reach her deepest depths and give her a whole other feeling. I remained mesmerized by watching the movement of my cock travel all over her belly and groin region. Like an alien trying to get out. Maybe this was normal with skinnier petite girls. And I didn’t notice it unless I had her almost perpendicular to the bed while I held her up. Either way, she was by far the most slim and petite girl I had ever been with and I was just enthralled.
It wasn’t long before the image in front of me alongside her repeated and almost continuous orgasms sent me over the edge. Knowing she wasn’t on the pill, I pulled out and hosed her down from a couple feet away with my trademark epic cumshots. I counted about 15 squirts before I was spent, glazing her face and those tits with my special sauce.
We were able to pull off two more fuck sessions before my parents came home. When they did, the smell in the house was obvious. My mom knew what we were doing, and she gave me a disapproving glare. But I didn’t care. There were few other times in my life that I fucked like this and any punishment due to be doled out is totally worth it!
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