30th
Story time
I had never been in her home before.
I had yet to meet her parents.
My friend Steve warned me she had four older brothers, two of which had done time for assault.
So you could say I was more than a little nervous when she called to invite me over that night. “No one will be here tonight, I promise,” she said. I could feel her grin through the telephone.
As a young man of sixteen, my dick had no sense of self preservation. I agreed to be there.
The first thing I noticed about her home was that everything reeked of peppermint. It was as if a pack of Wintergreen Life Savers had been rotting in the air ducts. Strange, I thought, but not without its charm.
As she walked me down the hallway to her bedroom, my eyes fell upon a photo hanging on the wall. She stood in the middle of four very large men who I could only assume were her brothers. They leaned against a chain-link fence, each sporting a Dodgers jersey and a Louisville Slugger.
“Your brothers into baseball much?” I asked, pointing at the photo.
“Not really,” she replied, not even glancing back at the photo.
I decided to put it out of my mind. I also decided not to ask any more questions. We reached what I presumed to be her room - a sparkle laden sign which read “Jessie’s Room” hung on the door - I suppressed as much of my cringe as I could as we walked in. There was not a single surface of her room that was not occupied by a unicorn. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to notice how creeped out I was.
Or perhaps, unfortunately.
“I’ve never had anyone over before,” she said, sitting at the edge of her bed, “I kind of wanted you to be the first.” She flashed a seductive grin at me, tussling her silky chestnut hair.
Oh, shit, I thought. This was going to end in an axe murder or a shotgun wedding, and at that moment I wasn’t sure which would be worse.
Having no desire to arouse suspicion to the thoughts running through my head, I quickly returned a smile.
“I’m.. well, I’m honored,” I said, fumbling. What the hell can you really say to that, anyway?
It seemed to do it for her, anyhow. She grabbed me by my belt buckle and yanked me to her, spreading her legs to let me in.
“I want you to touch me,” she whispered, grabbing my hands and thrusting them onto her blouse. As my hands made contact with those silky cushions, all doubt in my mind about where I wanted this night to go vanished. I lowered my lips to hers kissing her deeply and caressing her breasts. She let out a slight moan and pushed my hands away, proceeding to rip her blouse open, sending buttons flying every which way.
Now, more often than not, I found myself staring at her chest if we were together even for a few minutes, but my eyes practically jumped out of my skull at this new sight. As she arched back to remove her blouse, her bra could barely contain her voluminous breasts as they heaved with her erratic breathing. I stumbled over my thoughts as my blood began to rush down out of my head.
“Looks like you don’t need a belt to hold those up, Chris,” she noted as she stared at the growing bulge in my jeans. Such an odd thing to hear come out of her mouth, but that could just be why it engorged me further.
“I want you, Chris. I need-“
The distinct click and moan of a heavy door opening curtailed the rest of her sentence.
“Oh, shit!” she breathed, “he’s not supposed to be home for another hour!”
Before I could even ask ask who it was or how she knew, she was pushing me to the other end of her bedroom. The impact of the closet doorknob on my ass caused me to wince in pain. I tried to muffle it, but it had escaped before I realized it was there.
Jessie threw a hand over my mouth to stifle any further noise, and for a moment we sat in dead silence - I figured she must have been waiting to see if whoever was out there had heard me. When a moment passed with no indication that I had been heard, she very slowly opened the closet door and motioned for me to step inside. I obliged immediately.
“Jessie? You home?” a gruff voice called.
I saw her eyes pop at the sound and she quickly jumped into the closet with me, slamming the door behind her.
“Jessie?” the voice called again.
“We only have a minute,” she said, “throw this over yourself.” She handed me a large purple bedsheet. What appeared to be a unicorn adorned the front of the sheet.
“Why?”
“JUST. DO. IT.” she said through gritted teeth.
As I placed the bedsheet over myself, I felt her remove my belt and yank down my jeans.
“Chris, what gives?”
“What?”
“I need you hard,” she urged.
“I thought I was going to die,” I whispered, “so there was shrinkage. I don’t want to die with a boner. That shiat lasts forever.”
“Chris, I need it NOW.”
This hardly seemed like the time, I thought to myself.
Who was I kidding? If I was about to die, I might as well get one last stiff one in, I reasoned.
“Oh, nevermind, I’ll do it,” she said, the top of her head appearing under the sheet.
As she slid what was left of my erection past her lips, I could feel every bit of blood rushing to again rapidly swelling member. It was as if every drop of blood wanted the honor of being in my cock as it happened.
For a brief moment, I felt my soul leave my body, floating just a few feet above me, looking down on this scene.
“This was worth it,” my soul called out to me.
“Yes,” I replied audibly, thrusting myself deeper into her throat.
“Jessie? You in there?” the voice said, much louder than it had been.
My soul sucked itself back into my body. Jessie pulled herself away from me. I froze mid thrust and she disappeared from sight.
“Yes,” she called back, “come in.”
COME IN?
Oh, GOD. I’m dead. I’m dead, I thought.
I’m dead. I’m dead. It was my new mantra, and ironically the last thing I was going to think as I died.
I could hear the doorknob turn as the door opened. This was it.
I felt her pulling my dick through what felt like a hole in the sheet. I couldn’t see what was going on, but I then felt something furry slide snugly over my wood.
As the footsteps drew nearer to the closet, I braced for imminent death.
The closet door began to creak its way open, Jessie began to grind wildly over my fur covered erection.
“What the FUCK are you doing, Jess? I don’t want to see that,” he yelled, pulling her off me.
I still couldn’t see what was going on, but for a while, Jennifer said nothing.
“That’s it. I’m telling Dad you’re doing this shit with the unicorns again,” he said, clearly disgusted with what he was seeing.
“Go ahead,” Jessie said at last, “and I’l tell Dad you’re dealing again.”
“You keep your fucking mouth shut about that,” he replied, an air of worry hovering in his words, “you just.. ugh. Whatever. I’m out of here.”
The bedroom door slammed shut.
I threw the sheet off of my head and gasped for air. I looked down at my dick. What appeared to be a plush unicorn horn rested over it.
“What the hell?” I asked.
Jessie just smiled and pulled the cottony sheath off of my still swollen flesh sword.
“Done this before?” I asked.
Her smile stretched ever wider.
“All that talk about me being the first…?”
Jessie giggled and walked over to her window.
“We’ll have to try this again sometime, Chris,” she said, opening the window and motioned for me to crawl out. I pulled my jeans back on and obliged.
I quickly hopped over the fence in her backyard which backed a rather busy street. I still had a raging hard-on, and as I walked back home, I knew I would have it until we got to try this again.
