It Started with a Kiss Ch. 01

“What’s so funny?”

It took her a little while but she eventually got herself under control.

“Well,” she said teasingly, still rubbing her body against his, “I was just thinking about you, Mr. Confidence, a stud with the girls at Grammacy, yet being scared of little ol’ me.”

He laughed softly. “You found that funny did you?”

“Uh huh, it tickled my fancy.”

Their lips touched again softly, gently, after a few moments he broke the kiss and she looked questioningly at him.

“It tickled your fancy?” he asked, his face breaking into a broad grin. Monica had always been a ticklish girl and he’d given her hell when they’d been younger. But as they became adolescents he’d begun to have strange feelings towards his slightly younger sibling, and even something as innocent as tickling her caused him to have thoughts that made him feel guilty, so he’d stopped doing it.

“Oh no,” she whispered, realising his intent.

With feline grace she suddenly flung herself away from the couch, her agility and speed taking him slightly by surprise. He had greater reaction time however, he owed this to his rigorous practice in playing video games and soccer, so milliseconds after her feet touched the carpet his did too. Before she made it half way across the lounge room he closed in on her like a wily fox chasing a hopping rabbit. Reaching out with his well toned forearms he wrapped his arms around her bare stomach, jerking her from her feet and into the air. She squealed playfully, and as her body came to rest against his he couldn’t hide the fact that what was pressed tightly between her ass cheeks was his erection. Much to his surprise and subsequent enjoyment, she began to squirm against him, causing his cock to rub in and out of the valley between her cheeks.

Keeping his promise, his fingers danced across her belly and then he dug them in gently, which caused her to buck and squeal even more. She covered his hands with hers but seemed to encourage him more than stop him, urging him to make her involuntarily jerk her body against his faster and harder. Giggling and laughing, she kept grinding her ass against him, teasing his cock with her haphazard bumps and grinds.

Frank couldn’t control her now, she was bucking wildly against him and his cock was getting ready to drill a hole out of his shorts and through her panties. Cocks always seem to know when pussy is close by, it could smell hers and it wanted to taste it.

Moaning, he relinquished his hold on her, stopped tickling, and yet she continued to rub against him, sliding provocatively up and down against his cock, teasing it, toying with it. His mind screamed for her to stop, to back off, things were rapidly spinning out of control and he should be the one to stop things, slow them down, but then she turned around and he saw the look in her eyes. His cock knew that look and if it had lips, it would be licking them with anticipation.

A thin gap separated them, it was merely centimetres and he knew that the right thing to do at this point would be to widen the gap, extend it so that they could both take a moment to gather their senses and assess the situation. But the situation was this: he wanted her like no other girl he’d ever had, or dreamed of having. The girl in front of him didn’t even seem like his sister, she’d always been demure, shy and adverse to everything concerning sex. Yet here she was, out of breath and a light in her eyes that said otherwise.

“Monica…”

Flashing him a tantalising smile, she placed her index finger against his lips. It was a sexy, keep-your-mouth-shut smirk that melted his heart and, if it were at all possible, hardened his dick even more.

She lowered her hand, clasped it around his and began to walk from the room. He had no choice but to follow and allow her to pull him along. Trailing slightly behind, he was treated to the view of her curvaceous ass as it swished back and forth. In all the excitement and rubbing her panties had ridden up between her cheeks and were buried into the crevice. He couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of the wedge as she dragged him – although quite willingly – to her bedroom and shut the door.

She flicked the light switch on and he grabbed her shoulders, turned her around and was about to kiss her when he saw that her demeanour had changed. She didn’t look like she had out in the lounge room, out there she’d looked confident and in control, as if she knew what she was doing. Now her eyes were wide and unsure, as if she realised that things were progressing at the speed of a bullet and she’d let them, she’d actually caused this progression to occur. When she’d unashamedly rubbed herself against him she’d been acting on impulse and instinct, now her brain had finally kicked in and her sexual autopilot had been disengaged.

His hands had been barely moments away from sliding down her shoulders and caressing the beautiful globes that stared out at him, those twin mounds that were hidden beneath Winnie the Pooh. Now, as he dropped his gaze to look at her t-shirt, the laughing bear with the honey pot in his hands seemed to be laughing at him, at his plight. Winnie was holding the honey pot tightly against his chest and swatting away a flock of bees. Frank grinned at the irony. Monica was Winnie and had a honey pot of her own, while Frank was the flock of bees – desperately attempting to get at something she may not want to share with him yet. He kept his hands on her shoulders and allowed his gaze to drift back up to her face, she flashed him a flirty smile that she probably thought was hiding her worry, but her eyes told him the truth.

Frank screamed inwardly. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! She was inexperienced and a virgin, so what the hell did he expect? They’d gotten carried away and she took it a little further than she was willing to go. His lips tightened as he looked at her, she was attempting to fake an encouraging smile. She would let him continue if he wanted to – she wouldn’t prevent him from placing his hands on her body, from guiding her over to her bed and removing what little clothes she was wearing. She wouldn’t stop him as he lowered himself onto her and made love to her. In his heart he knew that she wouldn’t, he could see that, but he believed himself to be a genuinely nice guy and he loved her. He loved her and he wouldn’t do anything to harm her, even if it meant that his balls would be blue for a week.

He slid his hand up her neck and caressed her face lovingly, stroking the gentle curve of her cheek with such affection that his heart began to pound in his chest. Any guy in his position would know how hard it would be to do what he was doing. With the sensation of her ass rubbing against his cock still so fresh in his memory, it was difficult.

“It’s okay Monica, we don’t have to do anything,” he said finally.

Obviously she had figured that her act was much better than it had been, she started to tremble and her eyes welled up with tears.

“Oh God,” she sobbed, “I’m so sorry.”

She moved over to the bed and sat down. Wiping at the tears spilling over her cheeks, she bent down to her tissue box and plucked a singular sheet from it.

As he sat down he realised it’d been that afternoon when he’d kissed her in this very room, it felt as if a lifetime had occurred since then and now, yet it was a mere couple of hours. He nodded to himself, yes, things had accelerated way too quickly and he should have had the foresight to stop before it had gotten out of hand.

Frank slipped an arm around her again, déjà vu sluicing through him as he recalled the earlier incident. She blew her nose with the tissue and dropped it into the waste paper basket, then her hands fell into her lap and she stared at them.

“Are you angry?”

“No, I’m not angry Mon, just…extremely horny.”

Monica laughed softly and looked up. Even with her eyes puffy and red from crying, she looked cute and delectable. She was still a complete knock-out and he ached for her, he wanted her so badly that it took all of his powers of restraint in stopping what he really wanted to do – which was lunge at her, tear her clothes off and play with her body for hours.

“You think you’re horny, gosh, I can’t believe the way I acted. You must think I’m a real slut or something.”

Still holding her with his left arm, he slipped his hand down onto her warm thigh and began to caress her in soft, gentle circles. It seemed to calm the trembling and sooth her.

“You’re not a slut, you’re just confused, that’s all. And had we…done anything tonight, I wouldn’t consider you a slut. I think that saving yourself until your age is a testament to your non-sluttishness.”

“Really? You really believe that?”

“Yeah Mon, I really do.”

The hand on her thigh continued to stroke her smooth skin and he knew that he should stop, but the feeling of her warm supple flesh was invigorating. A small part of him was still hopeful of taking things to another level tonight, he was an optimist through and through, so he couldn’t help but be one about this, too.

She looked away from him and stared at the wall, apparently digesting what he’d said to her, playing with it over in her mind and examining it. He looked down at his erection, he’d been hard for quite a while now without being properly touched and it was beginning to get a little painful. No sex for you tonight little buddy, as a matter of fact, I think you and my hand have a date in my room in a few minutes.

Frank gave her thigh a reassuring pat, slipped his hand from it and was about to retrieve his arm from her waist when she turned back to him, reached out and placed a hand on his chest. She still looked a little worried but there was also another element in that look too, something that told him the night may still be young.

She tentatively leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, sliding her tongue in between his lips and sucking gently on his. For a moment he was stunned by the turn of events. Clearly the only reason she’d gotten upset was because of the speed at which things had progressed, though not because of how things had progressed – she must’ve been terrified that he’d lose respect in her because of how forward she’d been with him.

Monica’s kiss changed from passionate to primitive, her tongue and lips attacking his with a lust-driven need that he was readily awaiting to quench. Her arms suddenly returned to his back and she clutched at him tightly, as if grim death was staring her in the face and he was her saviour. Little cries of delight escaped her lips, her body was writhing against his like a hooked fish and he could feel her nipples stiffening through her t-shirt.

It was the sexiest, hottest and most intoxicating kiss he’d ever received.

Slipping his hands through her honey-blond hair, he returned her kiss with equal fervour, closing his eyes and savouring the sensation as her tongue wrapped around his. It was clearly evident that they were both so horny that they were spiralling out of control; their minds had seemingly taken a leave of absence and left them at the mercy of their hearts and genitals.

Frank desperately wanted to touch her, to feel her breasts cupped against his palms, to slide his hand into her panties and play with the treasures that they contained…to tear her clothes from her body and make love to her. Although he urgently wanted to do these things to her he resisted the temptation; she held the reigns and it was her call to make.

Monica broke the kiss and made wet kisses all the way down the side of his face to his neck, then slid her tongue out across the skin to his ear, which she sucked wetly and softly on, lightly nipping at it with her teeth.

“You have such a hot body,” she said, removing her lips from his ear and returning her leaf-green eyes to his. “Look at you, you’re gorgeous. How can a girl live with you for eighteen years and not find you attractive, to not want to see what’s been growing down there.”

As if to emphasise her point, her fingers traced parallel paths down his chest and across his flat stomach. Her right hand slipped into his shorts and ran through the sparse curls of hair that rested above his shaft, only when her fingers happened upon his stiff length of flesh they halted and stroked the curls of hair instead. His cock strained, her hand was so fucking close to the base of it that she almost caused him to cum right then. Somehow he held it in.

“Would it be slutty of me to touch it?” she whispered, flicking her tongue against his lips.

“Ugh,” was all he could respond.

“Was that a yes or a no?” she asked, teasing him, tormenting him.

“…no,” he managed to croak out.

Her hand slid down an inch further and pressed gingerly against his erection. It rubbed and squeezed him, finally giving him the relief that he’d been yearning for all evening. A look of frank fascination washed over her face as she played with her first cock. All five fingers curled around him and began to jack him off, causing him to groan loudly.

“It’s so hard,” she mused. “Of course I’ve seen pictures and movies, but I never thought that it would be this hard.”

“You watch porn?”

Monica’s mouth curled into a kinky smile. “I have the internet in my bedroom, of course I watch porn.”

It surprised him but it probably shouldn’t have. Human beings like to watch others having sex, it was that simple. The more Frank learnt about Monica the more he wondered what else he didn’t know about the inner-workings of her sexual appetites. She had seemed so pure, so innocent, and he loved it very much that his preconceived notions were being proven false.

Her soft, warm hand continued to stroke his cock slowly and it was the perfect prescription for satisfying an inflated libido. One thing he kept forgetting was that she was a virgin and that all of this was new to her, it was an easy thing to do considering the fact she seemed so self-confident, so eager to touch him and be touched.

Still pressing her hand firmly against him, she stopped kissing him lightly and slid her tongue all the way into his mouth, both of them sighing heavily as they shamelessly made out. Emboldened due to the fact that her hand was stuffed inside his shorts, he finally pressed his palms against her breasts and squeezed them. Her nipples hardened as he played with the soft mounds of flesh, and as he continued to stroke and play with them she gasped into his mouth.

“You’ve got a great set of tits,” he moaned around her tongue.

She began to laugh into his mouth and her grip on his cock tightened. “Thanks, I happen to think that your dick feels pretty good, too.”

“Then we’re evens.”

“I guess so,” she replied.

They broke the kiss and Monica pulled her face slightly away from his, examining his eyes as he stared deeply into the green pools of hers. While she caught her breath she smiled a coy, incredibly innocent looking smile.

“What if I suck it?” she asked. “Would it be a slutty thing for me to do, to suck your cock?”

He shook his head numbly as she rose from the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him. It was extremely rare for Monica to curse, and to hear her talk like this was an added turn on.

She hooked her fingers around the elastic waist of his shorts and pulled them down slowly, the curiosity in her face evident. When his erection popped out he gave a sigh of relief and had to restrain himself from grabbing it and stroking himself into an orgasm. He was no porn star, most guys have an obsession about the size of their dicks but he didn’t particularly care that his was a fairly average (and yes, he had measured it, all guys measure their dicks) six and a half inches. It may have been naïve of him, but he truly believed that it wasn’t so much the size as what you did with it that counted.

As he slid his t-shirt up and over his head she slipped his shorts completely off. Since he was a fairly physical guy he had a nice flat stomach which had some definition, although he was far from being the six-pack material. His arms were slightly muscular and so were his legs, while he was also born with the uncanny luck of having next to no hair on his chest, arms, legs and back.

Monica gazed over his body for a long moment and he detected a strong sense of approval in her linger eyes. It appeared that she liked what she saw, which allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief due to the fact that he adored how she looked – the proof of that was swinging from side to side in front of her face.

Most girls found him attractive, it wasn’t conceit, it was simply acknowledging the fact that he was graced with features that women were generally attracted to. The physical feature he’d heard the opposite sex marvel over mostly was probably his eyes. They were a rich brown, deeply filled with intelligence and sensitivity. Expressive where most were blank, warm where some were icy cold, he had to admit that they were the most striking feature he had been blessed with.

Parting his legs as she moved forwards on her knees, he watched her gaze intently at his cock as she slipped her right hand around it and began to slowly glide her hand up and down. Her pink tongue snaked out and licked her lips absently, wetting them, and he almost blew his load all over her cute face. She slid her hand to the base as she leaned her head forward and kissed the tip of his penis, it was a long wet kiss that left him shuddering and gasping. Monica smiled up at him as he placed one of his hands on the back of her head, urging her to place her mouth up to his cock again.

“Feel good, huh?” she asked, returning to jacking him off again.

“Oh Monica, you have no idea.”

The tip of her tongue slid out over her lips suggestively, slowly licking them in what had to be the most blatantly sexual come-on he’d ever witnessed. Monica simply oozed sex from every pore, be it the look in her eyes, the firm stroking of her hand, the gentle sway of her breasts or her hot little mouth that was only inches away from his cock. It was so close that he could actually feel her warm breath, and it – as well as everything else about her – was attributing to what had to be the hottest sexual encounter he’d ever shared with a girl.

“I sure hope I don’t botch this,” she said, scrutinising his cock with a slight frown.

“Trust me, you put your mouth anywhere near it and I’ll be in absolute heaven.”

“What’re you saying, guys are easy to please?”

“Well…yeah, we are. I am, at least. If you lick and suck at it a bit, I’m sure that you’ll get results.”

What a strange world. Yesterday he was giving pointers to Monica on how to solve a difficult mathematics equation, today he was instructing her on the simple art of the blowjob.

Lying back and propping himself up on his arms, he watched Monica ease her tongue out of her mouth and tentatively lick the head of his cock. The hand stroking him lowered all the way to the base to hold it still, while she slipped her left hand along his inner thigh and began to caress him.

For starters, she moved her tongue up and down the smooth skin, bathing his entire cock in a thick coating of saliva that began to dribble down towards her hand. She was teasing him, giving his cock little kisses and soft licks when she knew that what he needed was for her to suck it deep into her mouth.

The only sounds that began to fill the bedroom were his loud, anguished moans, Monica’s soft sighs and the wet, sticky sound of her tongue lapping at his shaft. Periodically her eyes would drift from the task at hand and meet his, each time her mouth would widen into a grin as she watched him enjoy her rather wet and delightful tongue.

“I’m going to suck it now, I’m going to suck it until you cum in my mouth,” she said, giving the tip of his cock one final flick of the tongue before slipping her warm, moist lips over it.