An Electrician's Choice

"I'm Tony."

"I know." She brushed her toes through the grass. "I saw you play football last year."

"Oh yeah."

"Would you like a glass of ice water? You look like you're really hot," Pam said, and couldn't believe she let those words out. She held her breath, hoping he wouldn't be offended.

Tony grinned. "Yeah I would. I'm all done here," he said and started down the ladder. He grabbed his plaid shirt from the back of the lawn chair and put it on, but did not button it up.

Pam took him inside. She put some ice in a glass and filled it with water.

"Here you go," she said.

"Thanks."

He tilted his head back and poured the cold water into his mouth. The ice clinked in the glass. Water spilled out over the sides and dripped from his chin to his bare chest. Pam stared at his rippling muscles and the sweat glistening on his tanned skin.

Tony finished the glass of water with a loud "Ah" and wiped his mouth with his arm.

"That was just what I needed," he said.

"You looked really thirsty," Pam said.

She sat on one of the stools at the counter and stretched her legs out. Tony's eyes dropped to her bare legs. She ran her hand over her thigh and let it drift around to the inside, near her mound. Tony swallowed hard. She could feel the heat of her own body. Could he tell how hot he made her? Just being near him made her horny.

He picked up the check, folded it, put in his pocket, and leaned against the counter.

"How old are you?" he said.

"Eighteen," she said.

He nodded. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

"You're cute," he said. "Cute bikini, too. I can see right through it."

Pam looked down at her bikini to see if he was right, and covered her chest with her arms. Tony's grin grew wider.

"Is your Mom gonna be home soon?" he said.

Pam shook her head. "She went out with her friends. She won't be home until late."

"That's good."

Pam frowned slightly. Why did he think that was good? She didn't know what time Ethan would be home, but she didn't care about him as long as she got to spend every minute possible with Tony.

He twirled the ice in his glass and set it on the counter.

"Do you have anything stronger?" he said.

"Stronger than what?"

He laughed. "Stronger than water."

"I think there's some beer in the fridge," she said, and opened the refrigerator. "My Mom's boyfriend likes to drink beer. She keeps some for him."

"That's perfect," Tony said.

Pam took one of the bottles from the shelf in the door, hoping Mom wouldn't notice it missing, and handed it to Tony. He twisted the top off and took a long drink.

"Yeah, that's good." He held the bottle out for her. "Want some?"

"Sure."

She took the bottle and sniffed the open end. It smelled awful. Did she really want to drink it? Tony was looking at her with an expectant smile. She had no choice. Besides, he left his saliva around the rim. She wouldn't mind tasting that on her tongue. She held her breath and took a sip. The bitter, awful stuff filled her mouth.

"Ugh, that's terrible. How can you drink it?" she said, wiping the taste from her mouth.

Tony laughed and took the bottle back.

"You never drank beer before, did you?" he said. Pam shook her head. He took another long drink. "I like it. Makes me feel good, too. Want some more?"

Pam looked at the bottle like a dog that had bit her, but she didn't want to displease Tony. He might leave, and it was too soon for that. She took the bottle again, her nose already crinkled, and took a sip. Tony laughed again at her ugly face.

"Don't you ever go out drinking with your boyfriend?" he said.

"I don't have a boyfriend," Pam said.

He looked surprised. "I can't believe that. A girl as hot as you gotta have a lot of guys."

Tony hooked his thumb in his pocket. His fingers brushed his jeans near the zipper. She glanced at his crotch out of the corner of her eye. He had a bulge in the front of his jeans. Pam looked away quickly.

"Do you know how to kiss?" he said.

Pam frowned. "Of course I know how to kiss," she said, and was alarmed at the way she snapped.

He looked startled. "I just asked."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It's all right," Tony said. "You want some more beer?"

Pam nodded. He handed her the bottle. She took another sip and made an ugly face.

"Finish it," Tony said.

She stared at him a moment to make sure he was serious. Her head felt light. What made her so dizzy, the beer? She tilted the bottle to her lips and poured the rest of the beer into her mouth. A few drops spilled over her chin and she wiped it away, giggling. Tony was grinning.

"So show me," he said.

"Show you what?"

"Show me how you kiss."

Pam's eyes grew wide. She couldn't believe he just said that. Was he serious? She didn't dare ask him to repeat himself. He might change his mind and she would lose her chance.

"Ok," she said.

She put the empty bottle on the counter and stepped up to Tony, her hands clasped behind her back. He seemed very cool, just waiting for her. She stood on her tiptoes and tilted her head up. Her lips parted. The tips of her breasts touched his chest. She closed her eyes and they kissed.

Pam couldn't believe she was kissing Tony Sanchez in her own kitchen. Her skin tingled all over. She heard a roar in her ears like the ocean at the beach. This was the best ever. She opened her mouth a bit wider and his tongue slipped in.

"That was pretty good," Tony said, breaking away suddenly.

Pam nodded and sucked in a sharp breath. Her toes curled and she squeezed her legs together.

"Put your hands on my shoulders, like this," Tony said. He placed her hands on his shoulders. "Then I put my hands on your waist, then we kiss."

He put his hands on her hips, his fingers touching the damp strings of the bikini, and pulled her close. Her breasts flattened against his hard chest. Her heart pounded in her chest. She studied his face. His eyes were closed, and he kissed her. Pam's heart swelled in her throat. He was so delicate, so gentle. His lips fit against hers like they were molded together. She trembled. Tony's lips parted. Pam clutched his plaid shirt in both hands to hold herself up and moaned hen she tasted his tongue in her mouth. Her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest.

His hands squeezed her hips, rubbing her belly on the hard lump in his jeans. His hands moved down to her ass. The tips of his fingers pushed under the edge of her bikini.

"You get me going, girl," Tony said, whispering softly.

Pam let her legs spread around his hips. He rubbed the hard lump against her warm mound and she moaned. She knew she shouldn't let him do that to her, but she couldn't help herself. He was someone she always wanted so bad from when she was younger, but thought she could never have. And since she knew so much more about fucking than she did then ...

Tony sat on the stool, tugging her to his lap. Her legs straddled him and her weight settled on the hardness of his erection. Pam pushed against his chest with both hands, suddenly feeling scared.

"This is not a good idea," she said.

Tony stroked her ass. "I promise, no one will ever know."

His hand brushed the hair out of her face. With the tip of his finger, he traced the shape of her lips. Tony's eyes closed and he kissed her. Pam's arms squeezed around his neck, like she was trying to strangle him. His hands moved down her slender sides, the tips of his fingers tickling the bumps of her spine, all the way down to her soft butt. Her back arched. His fingers poked under the top edge of her bikini and rubbed the crack of her ass.

One of his hands came up and squeezed her breast. Pam stiffened. She squirmed in his hands and moaned. His lips moved down her chin to her jaw and to her neck.

"Tony, I don't think we should do this," she said with a soft sigh. Her breasts seemed to swell and stretch her bikini, as if to fill his palms when he squeezed.

He made a long, low shushing noise. "Yes we should. You know you want it."

His hips rocked slowly on the stool, rubbing the hardness of his erection along her crotch. Pam squeezed his shoulders and groaned, her mouth open wide. She hooked her legs around his and ground her pelvis back and forth.

It wasn't right. Something about it wasn't right. She shouldn't let him do that to her, but she wanted it so bad. Debbie could do it. She wanted to do it, too.

He pulled the ties of the bikini behind her neck and let the damp patches of fabric fall away from her chest. Pam tried to hold it over her breasts with one hand, but Tony drew her hand away. He cupped her bare breast in his hand, squeezed and pinched the nipple.

"Tony, please," Pam said, but it was a weak protest.

His head dropped, as if drawn by a magnet to her chest, and he licked her nipple. Pam gasped. He licked his lips and kissed her nipple.

"Oh yes. Oh yes," she said, taking shallow, fluttery breaths.

His tongue sent shivers through her body. She squirmed on his lap, pressing herself down on him. She liked the feel of his hardness against her crotch, but she wished it wasn't just rubbing against her but was inside her, where she ached to feel it, pushing deep against her insides and stretching her open.

"God, you have beautiful tits," Tony said, his lips smacking with saliva.

Staring at the ceiling with his head cradled in the crook of her arm, Pam smiled. Tony lifted her off his lap.

"I got your pants wet," Pam said, pointing to the stains on his jeans from her wet bikini. She couldn't miss the long, thick bulge that stuck out against his leg. "Maybe you should take them off so I can dry them."

"You can dry them later," Tony said. He took her hand and placed it over the bulge. "Look what you do to me, girl. You know what that is?"

Pam nodded. Her mouth hung open. He squeezed her hand and rubbed it back and forth over the hard bulge.

"What is it?"

"Your thing."

"You like how it feels?"

Pam nodded.

"You wanna see it?"

Her eyes widened. "Yes," she said.

He stood up, put his hands on her hips and pulled her against him, grinding the hard lump of his erection on her mound. Pam sighed and wiggled her hips on it.

"What do you want me to do with it?" Tony said. "You want me to fuck you with it?"

"Oh yes, please," Pam said, panting. She spread her thighs around his hips.

Tony shook his head, smirking.

"What?" Pam said.

"Your Mom's gonna know we did it. She's gonna take one look at your face and she's gonna know I fucked you."

"I don't care," Pam said. Her hand snaked down the front of his jeans, feeling for his dick. "Just love me with it, please."

Her hand closed around the hot shaft and she squeezed as hard as she could. Tony's eyes closed to narrow slits. He was still grinning, as if he enjoyed the way she was feeling him. His own fingers toyed with her nipples.

He grabbed her wrist and jerked it out of his pants. Pam jumped.

"Come on, girl. I don't want you making me shoot in my pants. I'm not gonna waste it like that."

He pulled her by the wrist through the kitchen to the living room and plopped on the sofa. The corner of his mouth angled up in a smirk. His hand rubbed the lump in his jeans.

Pam stood in front of him, not knowing what to do next. What would Debbie do? Her hands came up and pinched her nipples. Tony's grin grew wider. He must have liked that. She cupped her breasts in her palms, swinging her hips side to side, and licked her lips.

"Yeah, baby, you turn me on," Tony said.

Pam felt a shiver down her spine. She loved it when he talked to her like that. She ran her hands down her sides from her breasts to her hips, hooked her thumbs over the straps of her bikini bottoms, and pushed them down a couple of inches, just enough to show the first wisps of her sparse, pale hair.

"Come on, girl, show me what you got," Tony said.

He reached up and stuck his hand inside her bikini. His fingers touched her slit. Pam gasped.

"God, you're really wet," he said.

His finger slid up inside her. Pam closed her eyes and moaned, rocking her hips against his hand.

"The way you acted, I thought for sure you were a virgin," he said. He pushed a second finger inside her. "How many guys have you fucked?"

Pam blushed and turned her eyes down.

"Just a couple."

"Yeah, I'll bet it's like a couple dozen," he said and laughed.

Pam slapped his knee. "Shut up. I did not," she said. She pushed her knee between his knees and rubbed it on the lump against his leg. "I wanna see your dick."

"You wanna what?"

"Your dick. I wanna see it."

Tony chuckled. "That's what I thought you said."

He took his hand out of her bikini, unzipped his jeans and pushed them down past his hips. His hard dick sprang up. Pam's mouth fell open. This was too good. She couldn't believe it was really happening.

She reached for it with her open hand, bending at the waist. It's thick, ropy length glided through her fingers like a warm piece of wood. She let out a long, deep sigh.

"That's what you want, ain't it?" Tony said.

Pam nodded. Her hand squeezed and moved up and down slowly. He grabbed her around the waist.

"Come on. Sit down next to me."

He pulled her down to the sofa beside him and she reached for his thing again. It rose from his lap like a small tower carved from pink marble. The shaft tapered from the bottom, where it attached to his body, up to the round top, and it curved back toward his body. It was a little bigger than Mr. Thorn's, but not as big as Todd's, at least as much as she could remember. It certainly wasn't as big as Ethan's. Tony's shaft was smooth, where Ethan's was bumpy with thick, purple veins. Somehow, she was going to get her hands around Ethan's dick again, even if he was her brother.

Tony put his hands on her shoulders.

"Come on, baby, why don't you just lie down here," he said, and pushed her back.

"What are you gonna do?" Pam said. She resisted, but he was too strong and forced her on her back.

"We're gonna fuck, baby."

His fingers hooked over the straps of her bikini, pulled it down to her knees and bent her legs up.

"I don't know. Maybe we shouldn't," Pam said, and leaned up on her elbows.

Tony took a deep breath. His jaw clenched.

"Come on, baby. Why don't you just relax? This is what you want, ain't it? You done it before, right? Besides, you know how much I love you."

Pam watched his face. The tips of his fingers brushed the sides of her legs. He smiled and she felt warm all the way through to her belly.

"Ok," she said, and lay back with her head on the cushion.

Tony lifted her legs higher and moved over her, holding his dick in his hand. He rubbed it along the wet lips of her pussy. Pam groaned. She couldn't stand it. She reached around her raised legs and brushed his shaft with her fingers.

"You got any condoms in the house?" he said.

"Condoms? No. Why?"

Tony was quiet, with a concerned look on his face while he rubbed himself over her pussy. She could feel the tip at her opening, between her moist lips. She wished he would quit teasing her and put it in.

"Listen, I'll tell you what. I'll just pull out when I'm ready to come. How about that?"

Pam shrugged. "Ok. Whatever you want," she said, but he could have told her anything and she would have agreed.

Tony held her ankles in both hands, pushed her knees back by her head and leaned over her. The head of his thing split her open and sunk into her body, stretching her hole. She sucked in her breath and groaned. It hurt, but the pain felt good.

Tony closed his eyes and groaned, too. He leaned over her a bit more, bending her legs farther until her knees were by her ears. Her bikini stretched between her knees and prevented her legs from spreading. Her pussy swallowed his dick, and it seemed she might swallow the rest of him along with it.

"God, you are so tight, like a goddamned virgin," he said with his eyes still closed.

He clenched the cushions on either side of her and forced his thing as deep as it would go, pressing down on her with all his weight. He pounded up and down with his hips, sliding his thing in and out. Pam closed her eyes. She tried to scream, but could only lie under him, pinned to the sofa with her mouth open. This was the best orgasm ever.

Tony's come gushed inside her. Her eyes snapped open. He said he would pull it out, but she really didn't care. She would rather have Tony Sanchez's stuff inside her, anyway.

He lifted himself off her. His dick withdrew from her slit, still shooting thick, white stuff. It splattered on her legs and her belly and on her chest. Pam sighed, staring at his fat dick, dribbling stuff in a puddle on her pussy. She couldn't believe she just had sex with one of the hottest guys in the world. She reached way up and touched his cheek.

"I love you too, Tony," she said.

He smiled, but it was kind of a nervous smile and vanished in a hurry. He climbed off the sofa and picked up his jeans.

"Yeah, me too. Listen, I hope you don't mind. I gotta be somewhere and I'm gonna be late."

Pam leaned up on her elbows with her legs still bent up, and watched Tony shove his wet erection in his jeans. His warm come leaked from her slit and ran down her ass.

"I don't mind. You'll call me, right?" Pam said.

He smiled. "Yeah, sure," he said, and rushed out.

Pam heard the front door open and shut. She lay back, smiling. Her pussy was warm and tingly and his come felt so good inside her. She sighed, but still couldn't believe she just got fucked by Tony Sanchez.

"Hey Pam," Debbie said, and poked her head in the room. Her mouth fell open and her eyes bulged wide when she looked at Pam on the sofa.

Pam screamed and tried to sit up, but her legs were still tangled in the bikini.

"Oh my God, did you just fuck that guy?" Debbie said, pointing to the globs of pearly white come on the lips of her pussy.

Pam tried to cover herself, but only smeared Tony's stuff on her skin. Her face burned.

"Yes," she said.

Debbie plopped on the sofa beside Pam and pulled her legs apart. Pam squealed and fell back on the cushions again.

"Oh yeah, he fucked you good," Debbie said. "Listen, you're not mad at me, are you? I mean for fucking Joey? I mean like, I know how much you like him and all," Debbie said.

"No, I'm not mad."

"Good. I didn't think so. Besides, like I can see how you're getting some action, too."

Debbie lowered her head between her raised legs and licked her pussy. When she raised her head again, her chin and lips were covered with Tony's come. She licked it away.

"Mmm. He tastes good, too," she said and laughed.

Pam laughed, too, proud that Debbie had witnessed her getting fucked. Somehow, that made her feel more like a woman than anything else.