My New Girlfriend Ch. 03

"On your back, Courtney," I said as firmly as I could. I was still in my teen mindset, but her eager blowjob had raised my confidence. She pulled back and gave me a wry smile as if to ask who this brash fellow was, and what had he done with little Andy.

My cock, painfully erect, was throbbing right at the entrance to her pussy. Courtney had been growing out her pubic hair from shaved to a neatly trimmed thicket over the past month or so; right now, it completed the image of the half-innocent volleyball player from Jackson High who wanted to look cute like she'd read in Seventeen, but didn't want to over-do it with pigtails and schoolgirl outfits. She looked exactly right for her part.

I realized, then, that she'd been planning this experience all month. None of this was coincidence.

As I made ready to penetrate her delicate folds, Courtney caught my cock in one soft hand and stopped it before it could dive in to where it so desperately wanted to be. "Wait wait wait," she said, struggling to catch her breath between kisses, "do you have a condom?"

It didn't even occur to me in that moment that my Courtney, the real Courtney, was on the pill. "Oh shit. Shit shit shit - hang on, Mike's got to have one around here somewhere."

Honest to god, the guy hadn't lived in this room in going on two decades and here I was rummaging through his night stand for some ancient condom. Needless to say, I didn't find one. "Fuck!" I said, pounding the bed in frustration, even as Courtney, busty teen athlete, kept softly stroking my cock.

"No," she whimpered, looking almost on the verge of tears. "I want you so fucking bad right now I can taste it. But my folks, they'd kill me if I got knocked up. Shit!" Her big eyes watering, she looked down at where her hand was still slowly jacking me off.

"Do you think you could pull out in time?"

No. No, I want to dive into you all the way and stay there until my balls are drained of every last fucking drop and I can never get it up again, I thought.

"I can do it," I said.

She sighed in relief at my assurance and released her hold on me. Her legs spread back open. Moments later I was losing my virginity - or, well, you know what I mean - with my brother's date in my brother's bed. And she was already groaning in delirious happiness.

"Do it, Drew. Fuck me. Fuck me, Drew. Harder. Fucking fuck me harder. Fuck me like you'll never get to do it again. Fuck me until my brains dribble out my pussy. Fuck me. Fucking fuck me!"

I complied like it was a literal command, trusting that she was obviously more experienced than me and so this must be what sex was like. I stared mesmerized at her wildly bouncing boobs, the little faces she made that almost seemed like she was in pain but for the little smile that came and went periodically. Before long she was making a little wailing noise each time I bottomed out in her pussy; it grew louder with every thrust, as did her demands. "Harder! Deeper! Faster! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

"My mom's downstairs," I cautioned her self-consciously.

"Sorry," she panted, "just... don't stop. I don't care what you do, just don't stop. Fucking fuck my pussy!"

And so on. So it went.

I did my best to keep her quiet, shushing occasionally and slowing when she got too loud, but she never did silence herself all the way. She really did need it too bad.

Thanks to her, so did I - and without even meaning to, I forgot all about pulling out. Pull out? Of this gorgeous girl's perfect pussy? It was unthinkable.

Heeding my own admonitions about noise, I opened my mouth to bellow as I came in the depths of her but no sound came out. It triggered an orgasm of her own, and she thoughtfully clutched my brother's pillow to her mouth to at least attempt to muffle her shrieks.

I rolled off of her, for a moment puzzled that she didn't follow me and drape her body over mine, like she always did - but even now, she was still in character. "Wow. You... you really came inside me, didn't you."

"Uh huh. I'm sorry. You were just so... I couldn't..."

She smiled at me. "It's OK. I'm... actually kind of glad you did."

She was quiet for a moment as we each caught our breath, and then she rolled over to dangle her feet off the bed and began gathering her clothes.

"You're leaving?" I asked.

She blushed a little - how could she control it so perfectly? - and nodded over her shoulder. "Yeah. I mean, before Mike comes back from wherever, right?"

"Sure." I watched her get dressed, and even in that she was a teenage girl hastily and awkwardly tugging her panties on in front of a hungry male gaze, self-conscious as hell. Soon she was fully dressed again, but she sat down beside me and gave me another long kiss.

"That was awesome. Could we do it again sometime?" I asked, then winced at my own words. Time to try that again. "I mean... that was great. You're great. I really want to see you again."

She smiled at my second take, the praise taking some of the edge off of her embarrassment at how swept up she'd just let herself become. She took a moment and jotted down a phone number inside the front cover of Slaughterhouse V. "If my dad answers, tell him we're in a study group together. He's super lame when boys call."

I nodded, grasping the book like it was solid gold. "Will do."

She smiled, and kissed me one more time. It was a sweet kiss. Affectionate and vulnerable. "You're going to call right?"

"I'd have called already if you weren't still here."

She smiled, then leaned down and kissed me, but this time on the cheek. Before she pulled away, she whispered softly in my ear - a smoky, throaty whisper that had me hard again before my brain processed the words.

"To make sure you have something to be thankful for this year."

Then she hopped up and was out the door, pausing only to give me a radiant schoolgirl smile in the doorway.

There was no doubt about it. I was in love.