I knew it was going to be a New Years eve/birthday celebration to remember. Brandon didn't feel cheated at having his birthday fall on New Years Eve; he made the most of it. He got to be a very important guest at the biggest parties of the year. He got to be the birthday boy.
Brandon and I had gotten together when we met at a mutual friend's bbq about six months before his last birthday. Our relationship was sex charged from the instant we met. I was attracted to the boy with the dark, almost black hair and the amazing green eyes from the moment I met him. When he was able to debate with me on subjects ranging from modern art to gender politics, all while expressing such an excited, optimistic view of the world I was thoroughly charmed. In the course of this conversation he expressed himself as a sensualist. He talked about only repressing himself when repression itself was the kink he was after. He said it so loudly and unashamedly. I was embarrassed and turned on by it all at once.
Friends drifted in and out of our conversation, but we stayed put, talking to each other throughout the night to the point that we were the central figures in the evening's gossip circles. I was increasingly interested in him, and I could sense that the feeling was mutual. The flirting was mixed with our conversation as we discussed topics like, what was hot in pornography and what had to go. Here I was telling a perfect stranger that I thought girl on girl porn should be sexy but wasn't, that I'd love to direct such a film myself, that fetish videos made me hot. And the conversation felt so natural. Nothing was whispered, there were few hesitations. Such was Brandon's magic. When we noticed we were amongst the last guests Brandon invited me to take a walk with him and I accepted.
He put out his hand to help me up from the low bench we'd been sitting on for hours and after I rose to my feet our hands stayed together. It was lovely walking slowly down the tree lined street on a warm night. We'd talked nonstop for hours and now we just walked in silence. All the talk of traveling and art and sex and living without inhibitions had me stirred up. I wanted to invite him to my place or to invite myself to his but I couldn't quite work up the nerve, so we continued walking. We squeezed closer together and I could feel the tension as we both looked for a way to move this further along, while enjoying it immensely right where it was at. He was holding my hand, and petting my forearm with his other hand. We were about as close as we could get while continuing to move down the street. I spotted a bench in front of an old church. "Let's have a seat." I blurted out as I plopped myself down.
Brandon still had my hand, but he stayed standing. The look he was giving me told me he intended to kiss me and I'm sure he could see in my eyes that I was ready for him to do so. The intention was in the air, but nothing was happening. We looked at each for an agonizing minute that felt like an hour. At last, he bent forward, I tilted my head up, his intense green eyes were looking into mine as our lips met. We'd let things build, and we'd grown hot enough that the kiss was the opening of the flood gates. We attacked each other. I pulled him to the bench, and sat him down, moved myself to straddle him, and never did our lips part. I explored his mouth with my tongue, as my one hand moved up and down his back and the other rested on the back of his head, pulling him forward, keeping his lips firmly pressed against mine. I felt myself grow wet instantly, more so when I felt his cock grow hard in his pants, pressing against my panties. I was dry humping like a high school girl worried her parents might catch her when suddenly I heard the sound of a skate board on the pavement, very close by.
"Whoa, sorry." The embarrassed kid exclaimed as he sped up to get past us. We looked at each other and laughed. I stood and pushed my skirt back down. I intended to invite Brandon to my apartment, just three blocks away, when I noticed a heavily planted courtyard. I stepped over the bench and grabbed Brandon's hand pulling him along with me. I turned and leaned my back against the brick wall of the church. I felt adventurous and alive and ready to ravished, and to do a bit of ravishing myself.
Brandon paused to look me up and down. I wanted to live up to the words we'd exchanged. I stuck out my hip, bit my lips and raised my knee length black skirt, slowly showing off my thighs. I didn't stop until I was flashing just touch of white cotton panties. I held the front of my skirt up with one hand and unbuttoned my sleeveless red blouse with the other, just enough to flash some cleavage. Brandon would see my bet, and raise me. He stepped in and placed his hand between my legs as he brought his lips to mine. He pressed his palm against my sex as his tongue parted my lips and teased the tip of my own tongue. With his palm pressed against my wet pussy, his fingers found the crack of my ass. Pressing, he slide his middle finger against my ass, and then pull forward until he was parting the lips of my cunt. I wanted my panties off. I wanted those fingers against me, inside me. Instead, Brandon moved his hands to my hips and then to my ass. He felt my ass, which has always been one of my own favorite features, round and firm. I pushed back against his hands, my breasts in turn pushing forward against his chest. He kissed my neck, my chest, my breasts. He folded down the edge of my bra just enough to reveal a pink nipple standing at attention. He sucked my nipple for a moment before continuing down my stomach, finishing the unbuttoning of my top as he went. His tongue teased my belly button.
I heard the skateboarder pass again and my cheeks warmed with modesty as Brandon dropped to his knees, cupped his mouth over my pussy and breathed warm air through my panties. I melted. My hands found his head and my hips pushed forward. His tongue was now pushing my pussy lips apart through the fabric as he continued to warm me with his breath. He was going to make me cum without even removing my panties, but I wanted them off. I wanted to feel that tongue on me and in me. I lifted my skirt even higher, pushed my panties down. Brandon followed my lead. He slid he hands into my waste band and ran them along my legs as he lowered my underwear past my thighs, knees, calves, ankles. I stood on tippy toes before stepping out of my panties, so enthralled was I with every inch of their removal.
Brandon's hands went immediately to my thighs, pushing them apart, and he gave me what I craved. His tongue I discovered was good for more than flirting and ranting. I felt him slide just inside of me, and if I doubted it before, I now new that I would not let him escape without penetrating me further, with his fingers and with his cock. But for now, my god did he make my pussy hot. I gyrated my hips like a young Elvis. I was fucking his mouth as much as he was eating my pussy. Occasionally, he'd push my hips against the wall and move to a more delicate, teasing technique, sucking on my labia, kissing and giving light flicks with his tongue, until it would feel too good and I'd shamelessly push my hips forward, pressing my wet sex against his mouth desperately.
And then he stopped abruptly. He lay on his back he looked up at me, motioning me with his finger to lower myself onto his mouth. This felt wonderfully nasty as I straddled him, my knees on either side of his head, my thighs against his cheeks. He reached up and clutched my thighs, and slid his tongue deep into me. I couldn't believe how good if felt and I started to cum within minutes. I doubled over, pulling his hair and I heard a group of people walking by, just feet away as I failed to restrain a moan. I was still cumming as their steps slowed. I heard giggles and then the footsteps continued and grew distant.
I raised myself to standing and looked down at Brandon, still on his back. He looked up at me, staring me in the eye, and with my eyes fixed on him he fixed his gaze between my legs. I held my skirt up and gave him a look. Then I knelt between his legs and pet the bulge in his jeans. I nibbled at his cock and even tried the warm breath trick he'd just so excellently employed on me. Then I unzipped his pants and freed his firm and quite impressive hard on. I kissed the tip of his cock while staring up him. With his hands behind his head raising his view, we were again staring into each other's eyes as I licked his stiff dick from his balls to the head. I wrapped my lips around the shaft sideways and I gripped the base. Finally, I let go of his gaze and I went to work taking his cock deep in my mouth. I sucked, licked, kissed and nibbled him beneath the star filled sky in the courtyard of that church until I could sure he was seconds from cumming in my mouth. I was torn between swallowing everything he could give me and finally having my pussy filled. I opted for the later. I took a condom from my purse and looking in his green eyes once more I tore it open and unrolled it on his shaft. I climbed on top, and slowly, slowly, lowered myself onto him, taking him inside me an inch at a time.
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