Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
He begins kissing me and touching my breasts through my shirt. Billy’s touch is awkward, like he’s squeezing a stress ball rather than my boobs. I decide that taking my top and bra off might offer him better access.
Once I’m naked from the waist up, Billy climbs on top of me. His cold, clammy hands are all over my tits while his tongue is all over the place—in my mouth, down my neck, and awkwardly on my nipple.
Billy sits up and pulls his shirt off, revealing his scrawny body. He undoes the fly on his jeans before kicking out of them like the eager boy that he is. I tug his boxers down, and his semi-erect penis is looking at me.
Anytime I’ve fantasized about my first time, the guy was always buff and had a huge dick, which is probably not ideal for one’s first time, but that image has always turned me on. It probably helps that the guy is Kane, too. I know Kane has an impressive cock because I’ve seen the outline of it in his swim trunks.
Snapping back to reality, I see Billy’s penis flopping in front of me. I take it in my hand, making him groan. His dick doesn’t seem to grow any longer as I jerk him off.
“Take your pants off,” Billy says.
I do as he asks, somewhat nervous to be fully nude around a boy for the first time. Sliding my panties down, I stand there for a moment as Billy looks up at me.
“Lie back.”
Again, I do as he asks, spreading my legs. Billy’s clammy fingers graze my pussy before one jabs inside of me.
“Ouch,” I cry out. “Not so rough.”
Billy climbs on top of me as he continues to finger me, blindly poking around inside of me. His mouth is on mine again, and the whole experience feels awkward as hell. I know neither one of us knows what we’re doing, but I was hoping to enjoy this a bit more than I am.
Jamming my eyes shut, I imagine Kane on top of me, touching me with his strong yet gentle hands. I can see his blue eyes as he looks up at me, taking my nipple into his mouth. His large dick glides across my stomach as he pleasures me with his strong, skilled fingers.
“Shit, Renee. You’re so wet, baby,” Billy says as I loosen up around his fingers.
I moan, holding myself back from saying Kane’s name as I hump Billy’s fingers. Just like that, his fingers are gone just as I was getting into it. I open my eyes to see Billy putting on a condom.
“Are you ready?” he asks, not waiting for my response before he climbs back on top of me.
Billy’s thighs are shaking as he tries to line his thin dick up with my pussy. He tries to ram it in but instead bumps me with his semi-flaccid penis in every spot but my pussy hole. Losing patience with him, I grab Billy’s dick and guide it into me.
“Oh yeah,” he grins and grabs my tits as he clumsily moves his hips without any rhythm to his thrusts.
He’s twisting my tits again, so I push his hands away.
“Easy,” I scold him.
Billy leans down and slobbers on my neck. Kane pops into my mind again; I wish it was him on top of me. I’d always fantasized about him taking my virginity, not some inexperienced high school boy.
This is ridiculous.
“Stop,” I demand, pushing Billy away from my neck.
“Stop what?” he asks, still moving gawkily on top of me.
“Get off of me, Billy.”
“What?”
I shove him off of me, and his dick flops up and down limply between his legs as he plops down onto the couch. My pussy feels weird from the condom and from being intruded for the first time. As I slip my underwear on, Billy won’t stop babbling.
“Did I do something wrong? I can go slower.”
After I put my bra on, I sit down next to Billy and pat his leg.
“I think we should break up.”
Billy’s eyes shoot wide open.
“What?! Renee, if you’re not ready… that’s fine. I can wait,” he stutters.
I shake my head. “It’s not that, Billy. I just don’t want a boyfriend right now.”
“I don’t get it,” he says, his voice cracking. “What’d I do?”
Oh fuck, now he’s crying? Seriously?
“Billy, you didn’t do anything,” I tell him.
You just can’t kiss or turn a woman on, I think, but I don’t tell him that of course.
“Please don’t break up with me.”
He throws himself into my arms and cries on my shoulder. Is that snot I feel? Gross. Ugh. I lightly push Billy away and pat his string bean arm.
“It’s nothing you did. It’s me. I just need to be single right now. I need to focus on me and on school,” I lie. “You deserve better.”