Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, First, Masturbation, Petting, School, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Angie cheats on Mike, and then confesses to him. She loves him and doesn't want to lose him, so they make a deal. Their relationship goes from everyday normal to something completely different, with some surprises along the way. Additional codes will be added as necessary as the story progresses
I was lying on the couch watching TV when the phone rang.
Who's calling me after 11?
"Hi, Sweetie. Whatcha doing?"
"Hey Ange. Just watching TV. What's up?"
"Nothing. I was laying in bed thinking about you."
"Really?" Phone sex is better than nothing, I suppose. "What are you wearing?"
"A t-shirt and pajama pants."
"No. I just took a shower."
Hmmmm. She usually doesn't shower at night.
"OK. What were you thinking about?"
"What about me?"
"You still there?"
"Talk to me."
"What? Speak up, Ange."
"I slept with someone tonight."
I stared at the phone in amazement. I guess that explains the shower. How DARE she!! Any other thoughts were lost in the jumble suddenly filled my head.
"Mike? I'm sorry, Sweetie. Please forgive me."
"I'll talk to you tomorrow, Ange."
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it. It was stupid, I know, but I wanted to see what it was like with someone else."
"I SAID I'll talk to you tomorrow."
I'm not sure how long I sat there looking through the TV screen, but by the time I was able to think somewhat clearly, whatever I had been watching was long over. Some infomercial was on, for something I had no interest in.
I changed the channel to something mindless, more for background that anything else and just sat there thinking.
Angela and I met about 2 years ago during my summer break at college. I was able to get a room for the summer as long as I was working on campus, so I stayed. I'm from a small town, and the last time I was home for summer vacation, I couldn't get a job. I got tired of asking my folks for money, so I got a job on campus. I was working a couple of days a week in the library, and was helping out at the admissions office for some extra money.
Her mother worked for someone in the school administration, and got her a job in the admissions department for the summer. Office stuff: stuffing envelopes, filing paperwork, that kind of thing. They had me helping her stuff envelopes, and we got to talking. After a couple of weeks of talking and some flirting, she asked me if I wanted to go to a show her friend was playing at a neighborhood bar that night. Since I was between girlfriends at the time, I said yes.
I picked her up at her house, and off we went. She was wearing a light sweater and stretch pants, which set off her great figure. The pants highlighted her tight ass, and her sweater showcased her large breasts. She's about 5-foot-2, maybe 100 pounds (if you stuffed her pockets with rocks). She has blonde hair that goes about halfway down her back, and sparkling green eyes. If you didn't know better, you might think she was a well developed 13 or 14 instead of her actual age of 21.
We got to the bar about 20 minutes later, and spent the next 10 looking for a place to park. We finally parked about two blocks away, and walked to the bar. Obviously we had a problem getting in; Angie looks like she's way under age. After arguing with the bouncer and manager for about 10 minutes, I paid our cover and we went in.
We made our way to the bar, and got some drinks; beer for me, something with an umbrella for her. There was an open stool where we could see the stage, so that's where we stayed. She took the stool, and I stood behind her.
There were 3 or 4 bands playing that night, and for the most part, the music was decent. Her friend's band was the worst of them, but that may be because I don't particularly case for their brand of music (they were heavily influenced by punk rock, and that's definitely not my thing).
We both had a couple of drinks, and she was bouncing to the music. Every now and then, she would slide back a little and grind her ass against me. The stool raised her enough that she was grinding on my dick, and the first time she felt me, she jumped a little. She kept this up throughout the night, and I was in a little pain by the time we left 3 hours later.
We chatted on the way back to her house. She asked me how I liked her friend's band, and if I had a good time. I told her that I thought they were pretty good (lie) and that I had a good time (true). By the time we got to her block, she had her hand running up and down my thigh, and I was getting a little distracted. She said that she didn't want to go in yet, and suggested heading somewhere to talk some more.
Being a little hungry, I suggested the diner, but she said that she wanted to go down to the beach on campus. I kept going past her house, and headed to the campus. Being a student (and employee), I didn't have to deal with security. Campus residents have a separate entrance with a key card to speed entry after hours. Non-residents need an escort after hours, and they don't get through the gate until the escort is there. This can take up to half an hour, depending on where the person they are going to see lives.
After clearing the gate, we headed to the campus beach. Beach is an overstatement; it's actually a rocky jetty with a small picnic area with a couple picnic tables and some of those permanent charcoal grills that they have in public parks. It was chilly for a summer night, so we stayed in the car instead of sitting at one of the tables.
We talked for a few minutes about school and friends and other silly things. She started rubbing my thigh again, and after a few minutes, I leaned over and kissed her. It was a long, hot kiss, but after two or three minutes, the stick shift digging into my side made me break it (bucket seats and a manual transmission do not lend themselves well to this type of activity).
She had a little pout because I stopped kissing her, so I changed to another gear and tried again. I lasted about 5 minutes this time before the pain in my hip made me break the kiss.
I slid my seat back as far as it would go (not much further, as I'm 6-foot-3), and pulled her onto my lap. She fit perfectly between me and the steering wheel, and her head was just the right height for kissing. We started making out again, and I let my hands start roaming over her back and legs. She started squirming around on my lap, and my hand started roaming it way higher on her leg. I was reaching the top of her thigh, when she stopped my hand and moved it to her breast, saying "Not on the first date."
I know when not to push, so I started caressing her breasts. I gently rubbed her breasts, slowly circling towards the nipple. Just before I reached it, I would reverse the direction and head back out, switching breasts. After a few minutes of this, her nipples poked through her sweater, looking for more attention. They were the largest that I had ever seen; about ¾ of an inch long and as think as a pencil eraser. I ignored them and my hand continued circling.
I was kissing along her jaw and neck, and she was panting from the attention. She was also squirming on my lap like an eel. I moved my mouth back to hers and took pity on her. Instead of moving my hand away from her nipple, I kept circling until I reached the hard little nub. I circled around it once or twice, and then started rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. She stopped squirming, and moaned into my mouth. I kept rolling her nipple, gradually pinching harder as I went. The harder I pinched, the louder the moan. I stopped rolling it around, grabbed hold, and pulled on it; hard. I must have pulled her breast about another 2 inches from her chest. At this, her eyes flew open; she froze, and screamed into my mouth.
She recovered after about 10 minutes, and told me that was the first time she came from having her breasts played with, and the first time someone treated her nipple like that. We made plans for the next night to watch a movie after I got out of work. We spent the next few minutes talking some more, and then I drove her home. After I dropped her off, I went back to my dorm and jerked off. After the rubbing in the bar and the squirming on my lap in the car, it took me about 2 minutes to spray a giant load of cum into a handy towel. I cleaned up, and 20 minutes later I was asleep.
I must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing I remember was my alarm going off at 7:00. After hitting the snooze button for about 45 minutes, I crawled out of bed and got ready for work.