A Cumming-of-Age Story - Visitation

She looked up to see Brett padding back into the room wearing the cutoff and shorts that he normally wore to bed. And he looked back at her, laying in bed with her head propped against the headboard. He could see that her cheeks were flushed, as was the portion of her chest that was bared by her tank top. One of her hands was under the blanket while the other ran through her long mahogany hair. Though she wore no makeup and her hair was slightly mussed, he knew that he wouldn't waste another minute not in bed with this absolute angel. Brett couldn't help but voice his thoughts at that moment, saying, "You look so beautiful right now."

Becca smiled sweetly, replying, "Awww, thank you, baby. Now get in bed. You took so long in there that I thought you were putting on your makeup to go out and pick up a guy." He couldn't help but let out a loud guffaw at that. He quickly jumped into bed, pulling her close to him.

"Now you're going to get it," he said as Becca noticed the gleam in his eye. Brett began to tickle her and she reacted too late, trying to shake him off. However, she ended up moving closer to him, pushing her ample bosom against his muscular chest. Goddamn, I love how those feel pressed up against me, he thought, quite content to keep doing what he was doing.

Becca was desperately trying to keep quiet, as Brett's parents were in bed and she didn't want to wake them. Despite herself, she was giggling uncontrollably as she struggled to escape his strong arms and hands. Her body, still aroused from a few minutes ago when she had been remembering their earlier tryst, began to respond to his attention. Brett, satisfied with his tickle torture, ended his attack and gave her a wide grin. "I win?"

Becca rolled her eyes before giving him a peck on the cheek. "You win. Ass," she replied snarkily. Then, she turned around, becoming the little spoon to his big spoon. Her firm backside pressed against his crotch and his strong arms wrapped around her. I feel so safe right here, she thought, and so horny. Becca longed to feel his hard cock against her backside and began to gyrate her ass, trying to get him hard so that she'd have to satisfy him.

"You know, I really love how that feels," Brett whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her in a way that made her toes curl. "But I have to get up early tomorrow for work."

Disappointed, Becca ceased her grinding, apologizing quickly and saying that she would let him get some sleep.

However, Brett had other ideas. "There's no need to apologize at all for that. Hell, thank you for that and for even laying your incredible self in my bed." Her disappointment was quickly replaced with love, a grin breaking out on her face. "Are you turned on?" Becca nodded, causing Brett to push her long brown locks away from her neck. Still laying behind her, he planted a quick series of kisses along her exposed skin, sending chills up her spine. "Well then," he whispered, "I'd be happy to take care of that for you."

Before Becca could shoot him down, understanding that he had to wake up early, Brett rolled them both onto their backs, his strong arms pulling her on top of him. Despite her effort to be quiet, she let out a delighted squeal as she found herself laying on top of him, back-to-chest. Her head rested on the top of his chest, her long hair spilling over his chest. Unsure of what he had planned, Becca's chest heaved in anticipation, a view not lost on Brett because, in this position, he had an unobstructed view down the front of her tank top.

Appreciating her firm 34D tits, Brett decided to give them a strong squeeze through Becca's tank top. This caused Becca to let out a soft moan, as he knew exactly how she liked to be touched. Hearing this, Brett whispered in her ear, "You like it when I squeeze your tits, Bec?"

"Oh god yes," she squeaked, straining to keep quiet while he firmly gripped her large boobs.

"Good, because I don't plan on stopping," he replied. "I fucking love your big tits. I could play with them all goddamn day." Hell, he thought, I don't think I'll ever get tired of these puppies. "Now, how about we get a better look at these babies?"

With that, Becca found Brett tugging down the front of her tank top, her nipples hardening as her boobs were exposed to the cool night air. She loved when he played with her nipples so, as she waited for him to tug and pinch them the way she liked, she could feel her wetness dripping down her legs. Just like her nipples, her soaked pussy desperately needed attention, meaning that she was eagerly anticipating Brett's next move. She nearly had an orgasm when his strong hands at last found her stiff nipples, tugging on them gently.

Brett smiled maniacally as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. He could tell that Becca was frantically attempting to keep from waking his parents and alerting them to the couple's activities. However, she could not keep those cute little pants and groans from escaping her lips, meaning that he was working her right. Thus, he made it his mission to make her cum as loud as she possibly could. This is going to be fun, he thought as he couldn't help but grin to himself.

"Ssshh," he whispered to her, "Don't get too loud, baby. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you." She groaned loudly at that, her needy pussy now positively begging for satisfaction. Brett was pushing all the right buttons for Becca, leaving her a sopping, squirming mess as she struggled to maintain her composure. Every time he pinched her nipples, he stoked the fire inside her, until it was burning throughout her entire body.

Soon, Brett moved one hand up to her mouth, presenting two fingers to her. Becca opened wide and began to suck on his fingers, quietly slurping on them and trying to get them as wet as possible. Once he pulled his fingers from her mouth, he used that hand to rub and play with her nipples once more, the added lubrication pleasing Becca immensely. Meanwhile, his other hand descended inside of her shorts, quickly seeking out her soaked hole. "Ooooohhh," she moaned a little louder than she would have liked as Brett's nimble fingers quickly found her clit and began to rub it lightly. Now, she was squirming and panting in Brett's strong arms while he expertly manipulated her body.

While his hands continued their work, Brett whispered, "That feel good, baby?" He nipped lightly at Becca's ear, drawing a high-pitched squeak from her lips. Brett didn't need an answer. The fact that she couldn't physically answer because she was so engulfed in her pleasure was answer enough for him.

The truth was that Becca felt incredible at this point, though she couldn't quite think straight enough to voice that fact. The only thought that did come to her mind was that she should stay as quiet as possible by trying, and failing, to keep her lips closed. Brett could tell that she was quickly approaching the point of no return, as her chest heaved wonderfully and she grinded her sodden pussy against his fingers.

"You're such a little slut, baby. But you're my little slut. I bet you wish I'd fuck you right now," he hissed in her ear.

"Yessss," she sighed back, hardly able to form words at this point.

"You want my hard dick stuffed in your tight little pussy? Should I bend you over and shove my big cock right up your wet cunt?" Becca's body tensed up at the thought, moaning like a bitch in heat. She was so close, she could feel it. Brett continued his dirty talk, saying, "Or maybe I'll tie you, gag you, and then fuck you however the fuck I want."

A little bit louder than expected, Becca cried out, "Ohmygod yes!" Electricity was surging through her body as his hands continued their work. The mental image of herself tied up and gagged, her big tits heaving while Brett sawed his cock in and out of her tight pussy nearly brought her to orgasm. Her head was spinning enough as it is, but she only got closer to cumming as he continued his dirty talk.

"And then, I'll cum wherever the fuck I want to. Maybe I'll pull out and shoot it all over your big tits," he breathed, pulling on her nipples before giving her beautiful boobs a firm squeeze. "Or maybe I'll pull that gag out and gag on you with my cum instead. Or how about I mark you as mine and shoot my cum all over your hot little face?" Delirious with pleasure, Becca accidentally let slip a cry that she was sure would be heard downstairs. Anywhere he wanted to shoot his cum was good with her. She had never felt more desired in her life as they laid here, Brett devoting himself to bringing her to satisfaction.

"I know, I'll fill your tight little pussy up with all my hot cum. But, right now, it's time for you to cum, baby." With that, he slid two fingers into her soaked cunt while one finger continued to stroke her hard clit. "You look so look so hot like this, Bec," he admitted honestly, as he could watch her like this forever. Curling his fingers inside her to hit her G-spot, he added, "Cum for me, my little slut."

And cum she did. Sparks burst in front of Becca's eyes while her head began to spin. Though she managed to stay somewhat quiet, she couldn't contain a series of quiet whimpers that escaped her lips as she came. She shook uncontrollably as Brett held her in his strong arms. He doubted that he had ever seen anything as sexy as this in his life. She completely gave in to her passion and was lost to the world for several minutes.

When she came to, Becca sighed, "That was incredible, baby. Thank you so much." She gave him a kiss, filling it with all the passion and gratitude that she felt at the moment. "I love you, Brett."

"I love you too, Becca," he responded, still amazed at the absolute hotness of this woman that he called his girlfriend. With a flirtatious grin, he added, "But, tomorrow, I'm going to need you to take care of something for me."

"It would be my pleasure," she responded with a naughty, but tired, grin. Exhausted for the night, they curled back up together and drifted off to sleep, incredibly happy just to be back in each other's arms.

The next day, after Brett got home from work, he decided to take Becca to the mall. His hometown had a large mall and, with nothing else going on, he thought she might like to check out some of the stores. They already had one shopping bag containing a movie, a brand-new comedy that Brett had not gotten to see while it was in theaters. After grabbing a bite to eat in the food court, they were walking past a video game store when they nearly walked into Jason and Gabe, who were leaving the store carrying bags containing their purchases. Immediately, Brett began to dap the two up, leaving Becca standing their awkwardly. However, Brett didn't wait long to introduce them.

"Becca, these are my long-time friends Gabe and Jason." She smiled serenely back at them, telling them how nice it was to meet them and shaking their hands. "Guys, this is my girlfriend, Becca," he said with a smug grin. He was suddenly remembering the night of the party, when they had claimed that his girlfriend was imaginary. This situation could not have been more perfect if he had planned it.

Soon, Becca and Jason were talking pleasantly about how they'd met Brett. Meanwhile, Gabe had been telling Brett about the game that both he and Jason had bought several minutes before. "Yeah dude, it's supposed to be the best first-person shooter ever! Can't wait to get home and play it," Gabe finished excitedly. "But I can see why you shot Kacie down, man," he added conspiratorially as he elbowed Brett in the side.

"Who's Kacie?" Becca asked and Brett felt his stomach drop. He hadn't even realized that she had been paying attention to their conversation, believing she was caught up talking to Jason. And while nothing had happened with Kacie, he still didn't care to tell his girlfriend that another girl had openly propositioned him. He had no interest in hooking up with other chicks and didn't want her to think he was playing her. Becca was the only one he wanted and he'd never do anything to ruin their relationship.

Jason answered, "She's this really hot girl from high school who was all over Brett the other night at our party." Brett nearly put his head in his hands at Jason's words. Why the hell did he have to say it like that, Brett thought. What an idiot. He snuck a peek at Gabe, who looked incredibly awkward, as if he wanted to slowly walk away from this scene. At last, his gaze came to rest on Becca, whose expression was unreadable. Is she pissed, he asked himself. Right as he was about to clarify what had happened, Gabe spoke up.

"Yeah, we thought he was crazy when he told her to leave him alone. He told us about you, but we thought he just didn't like girls." He laughed at that, as did the two other guys, before adding, "Honestly, we thought he made you up. So it's nice to see that you're actually real and that he's not crazy." At this point, Brett could not have been more grateful that Gabe had spoken up.

Becca, taking all of this in and thinking quickly, asked Brett, "Would it be okay if I went off on my own for a little bit?" Though he didn't know what she was thinking, he gave his assent. He was incredibly scared that she wasn't very happy with him. He really just wanted to get home so they could sit down and talk everything out. Regardless, he let her go after she said that she would text him and come find him when she was done. Soon, she had turned and quickly walked away, leaving the three boys standing there on their own.

"Dude, why'd you have to bring that up?" Brett asked Jason exasperatedly.

"I'm sorry, bro," Jason apologized. "But I can see why you turned Kacie down. Your girl's hot as hell!" Gabe hastily agreed, drawing a snort of laughter from Brett.

"Yeah, she is. And I'm glad you guys finally realized that she's not imaginary." Brett sighed before continuing, "I just hope she's not too mad."

"C'mon," Jason responded, "Let's go to the food court. I'll buy you ice cream to make up for being an idiot." With that, the three of them walked away through the crowds, setting a course for the food court.

About an hour later, Brett finally heard from Becca, who told him she would meet him in the food court. Eventually, she met back up with the boys, with a shopping bag in tow. Soon, Becca and Brett were leaving for home. They said goodbye to Jason and Gabe and began the walk back to the car. As they walked in silence, he held her hand. That has to be a good sign, Brett thought, because at least she hasn't let go. Still something seemed amiss. He couldn't quite place what it was, but he knew it had to do with what Jason had said earlier. In his head, he was still trying to formulate exactly what he wanted to say to her, the walk giving him time to plan it out.

"So what's in the bag?" Brett asked as they got back into the car. He was trying to break the silence that had developed between them, which had him somewhat unsettled. Would things be like this for the rest of her visit? Would they even be able to enjoy their time together now?

It didn't help when Becca answered evasively, "Oh, a little of this, a little of that." He settled back into the awkward silence, thoroughly confused as to what she was feeling. Meanwhile, Becca was smiling on the inside, convinced that she had Brett completely confused. He was so cute when he looked like this, though she should probably let him know what was up.

Finally figuring out what to say, Brett began to say, "Becca, listen.." before she cut him off.

"Babe, calm down. It's not a big deal. I trust you. And I knew that, at some point in time, another girl would see what I see in you." She gave him a cheeky smile and wink, making him chuckle. "Honestly, can't say I blame her. But don't worry about it so much."

That was such a relief to Brett. "You're the best, Bec. But I just wanted to let you know that nothing happened with her. You're the only one I want." That brought a smile to Becca's lips, as she could tell that he was being nothing but truthful. "And, not to mention, you are SO much hotter than her anyway."

Becca giggled, the car pulling into the driveway. "That's what I like to hear," she said with a wide grin. She got out of the car, nearly bursting with excitement at what was to come. Tomorrow, she was going to rock Brett's world and make him forget that any other girls existed. He unlocked the front door and they both walked in, feeling much better about their relationship. After dinner with his family, they spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch, laughing as they watched the new movie they had bought earlier. The two then went up to bed, snuggling up together to end the somewhat tumultuous day.

The next afternoon, Brett pulled back into the driveway after work. He wasn't sure what Becca had planned for the day, but, as usual, he was fine doing anything with her. Maybe they'd go for a walk in the park or something. After all, it was a beautiful day out. Opening the front door and removing his shoes, Brett called out for Becca. Not hearing a response from her, he wondered where she could be. He looked in the kitchen and family room, but still there was no sign of her. Calling her name up the stairs, she finally responded with "I'm up here!" Dragging his workbag upstairs, he set off to find her, climbing the stairs tiredly. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, his jaw dropped and, quite suddenly, he didn't feel very tired anymore at all.

Becca was leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom and she looked absolutely incredible. Her long brown hair was tied in two pigtails, each cascading down the side of her face. Her lips, painted with a bright red lipstick, were spread in a wide smile which her blue eyes, with a sparkle, matched perfectly. But that was just the beginning and, as Brett looked over the rest of her body, he thanked the heavens that Becca was his girlfriend. She was wearing a short-sleeve, white button-down shirt that stopped just above her waist. Several buttons were undone, showcasing her deep cleavage and a hint of red. Her large, firm tits looked even bigger and perkier than usual, as if they were trying to free themselves from her top. Further down, a plaid skirt barely covered her ass and, due to how she was leaning, Brett caught a glimpse of her red panties beneath. In other words, Becca was the ultimate schoolgirl fantasy and Brett had no doubt that he was the luckiest guy in the world right now.

A sexy grin was plastered on Becca's face. She could get used to the look on Brett's face, as he looked like he wanted to rush her and fuck her for the rest of the night. While part of her wished he would do just that, she knew he would really enjoy what she had planned. Ready to get things in motion, Becca crooked her finger at him, nearly laughing as he quickly covered the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. "Sorry, babe. But I've got plans for you." She extricated herself from his arms and grabbed him by the hand, leading him into his bedroom where his desk chair sat in the middle of the room and his computer sat open on his desk.

Finally regaining the power of speech, Brett said, "Well, it looks like someone's been busy." She led him to the chair, pushing on his chest so that he would sit down in it.

"Yeah, well, I came up with this idea yesterday," Becca replied, settling herself sideways on his lap. "After hearing what happened yesterday, I thought you deserved a reward for being such a good boy while I was away." She kissed him lovingly on the lips, continuing, "And I wanted to show you that no other girl will ever compare to me."

There's no doubt about that, he thought. She's a fucking bombshell. "So this is what you were buying yesterday?" Brett asked. She nodded her head, noting with glee that his eyes traveled up and down her body again. "Well, thank god I suggested a trip to the mall," he added, his hand sliding up under her skirt to grab a handful of her round, panty-covered butt.