Becky had walked the few blocks to the Megan's home after her club meeting at school. She'd made plans to hang out for a while with her friend Megan.
She still had on her school uniform, a plaid skirt and white blouse, but in her bag she carried a pair of jeans and T-shirt to change into.
When she rang the doorbell Megan's dad answered it, informing her that Megan's had popped out with her mother and that she should be back soon. Becky accepted his invitation to wait rather than walking the extra blocks to her own home.
Settling onto the couch she looked around and thought about why Megan had left without her again!!!.
"You want a drink?" Megan's dad, Kev, called from the kitchen.
"MMMM, Yes, please," she answered.
Becky looked at the television screen, some news program was playing, and thought about the situation.
Megan's mum had up and left her husband and daughter a few years previous and ever since she would occasionally just show up out of the blue to take Megan shopping or something. When this happened Megan would forget about everything else and jump into her mother's car, sometimes they were gone for twenty minutes, sometimes for three or four hours. Becky decided she would only wait a little while then forget about their plans and simply go home.
"Here we go Becky," Kev came in carrying two cans of soda.
"Thank you," she nodded, accepting one and setting it on the end table.
"So how's school going?" He dropped onto the other end of the couch.
"About the same as that old question ... Boring," she smiles at him.
"Ok, ok," he returns the smile. "I won't ask any more boring parent type questions."
Becky looked at Kev sitting on the couch, he was wearing a tee shirt and shorts.
The TV droned on and Becky sat wondering about this and that.
"Ok, so what do you think about that?" Kev interrupted her thoughts.
Coming back to reality Becky realises she has no idea what he's talking about.
"I'm sorry, I was in my own little world," Becky admits.
"Oh, well then, this item on the news was about teenagers and their sexual activity," Kev grinned. " ... Aaannnd, since you didn't seem like a boring parent type conversation I thought I'd ask you what you thought."
Becky feels her face growing a little red and can't stop the nervous grin parting her lips. From across the couch she sees a mischievous hint in his expression as he recognises her embarrassment.
"Soooo," he prods. "What do you think?"
"Umm, I- I'm not sure what you mean." Becky replies more nervously now.
"Alright," Kev turns on the couch toward Becky and slides himself closer. "They said that teenagers are more sexually active today than they were even five years ago. That today's teenager, by the age of eighteen, has already had multiple sex partners."
"Umm, okay," was all Becky could muster.
"So, Becky, you're eighteen," his eyes were growing intense. "Have you been with more than one boy?"
"MMM Mrr, I ... um ... I don't know if..." Becky wasn't sure what to say.
"It's okay Becky," Kev replies. "It's just you and me, no one else has to know what we talk about."
Suddenly Becky's mouth was very dry. She turned and took a big sip of the soda. When she turned back she saw that Kev was still looking at her. His eyes stared into her face with a deep intensity that she had never witnessed before. Becky thought to herself that maybe she should excuse herself, get up and leave, but for some reason she couldn't make herself budge. Becky didn't want to.
"Ma- may- maybe," Becky had to avert her eyes to keep from giggling nervously.
"Come on Becky," his voice was soothing, relaxed and confident. "You mean you have had sex with more than one boy?"
"Na- not at once," she explained.
"Oh, I see," Kev smiled at her. "Its OK Becky ... so how many boys have you had sex with?"
Kev moves even closer now to Becky ... she can feel him alongside her, she feels a light touch as his fingers move to her face brushing aside a few strands of her hair. His touch was gentle, caressing, and it felt good. A small shiver ran through her body and Becky could feel something inside of her kindling to life.
"Mrrrr, uh Kev," Becky stammered, "Please ... I'm not sure if..."
"Oh come on that's OK," his voice soothed. "Just answer my question. It's gonna be all right. I won't hurt you."
Becky sat in the corner of the couch, her body had somehow turned a little so that she was facing him, and thought about what was happening. She felt his fingers delicately tracing the contours of her face, felt them brush her hair back behind her ear, felt them slip down along her neck and to a small portion of her shoulder.
She thought about the boys she had been with, the way they had touched her. Their hungry, hurried grabbing and prying had felt nothing like Kev's gentle fingers. She found her face leaning into his hand as he cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing small circles on her flesh.
"How many Becky?" he whispered.
"Th- Three," she responded in a hushed voice, hoping that no one else would hear her confession.
The mental pictures of those three boys on top of her, panting, grunting, and slobbering above her as they pawed at her breasts and rudely stuck their cocks into her, filled her mind.
She wasn't sure why she'd let them do those things to her, only that at the start she'd felt warm and cosy, like she was starting to feel now. But those times, as the events grew in their intensity, and the boys had fumbled their way through it, she'd lost that cosy feeling. She wondered if that would happen again, now, if she allowed Kev to do those things to her.
"Three, huh?" he smiles. "Tell me Becky, are you on birth control?"
"Y- Yes," Becky nodded weakly in his cupping hand.
Something warm touched her thigh inches below her skirt's hem, she saw that it was his hand laying there on her flesh, not moving, just laying it's warmth on her.
"Three boys huh ... and you're on birth control," he hums. "You are a naughty girl, Becky aren't you?"
The question sent a shock through Becky's body. Not recognising the feeling, she popped her eyes up to look at him for the first time in several minutes. She recognised the look in his eyes, she'd seen it before in the eyes of those boys, but in Kev's eyes it seemed different. He smiled widely at her as their eyes met and leaned forward. He had moved so that their bodies were within easy reach of each other and his lean brought his face quickly into hers.
His lips pressed into hers with a smooth, even pressure. Becky felt a fire growing inside of her and pursed her lips to return the kiss. They exchanged a few of these closed mouth kisses before he lingered on her mouth and pried at her lips with his tongue.
She opened her own mouth and accepted his French kiss without apprehension. Instinctively her hands went up to his shoulders and her fingers reached out to brush at his hair.
They continued to kiss, his one hand remaining warm and comforting on her thigh, his other cupping her cheek ... or he ran fingers up, over and around her ear. She felt the fire growing hotter still and her breathing grew shallow. She felt the room growing warmer and her face heating up.
His hand slid from her cheek, down across her neck, her shoulder, to run down the opening of her blouse and caress the flesh bared there. They run along the upper, inner edges of her pert breasts and she sucks air in sharply from the sensation this stirs inside of her. After he traced this exposed flesh for a few minutes, his fingers worked on the material of her blouse, scratching their way across the mounds of her jutting tits. She felt the pressure of them through the material and a soft moaned rattled in her throat.
Becky breathed in deeply as their lips parted. Kev covered parts of her face with light, delicate kisses. He turned her head to one side and kissed his way back to her ear where he licked the outer edge.
"You're so beautiful Becky," he whispered.
The feel of his warm breath in her ear sent shivers through her body. Another moan rattled her throat as his hand cupped her tit and massaged it simultaneously. She felt her nipple brush against the material of her bra.
"So beautiful," Kev whispered again.
His hand massaged her breast through her blouse and bra, the pressure growing firmer and firmer. It felt so good to Becky and she sighed as the fire of her desire continued to expand in her pussy. She had pulled one leg up a little, effectively spreading them open some and she could feel the air reaching up her skirt to her panties. Kev's hand remained on her thigh, not moving in any direction, but only rubbing in place lightly, his thumb traced small circles on her flesh.
Becky laid her head back against the couch back as he licked and nibbled her ear, neck and shoulder. His hand moved away from massaging her breast and she felt him undoing some of the buttons to her blouse.
"Ohhhhh ... Kev..." she sighed. "Arrr - are we going to..."
His lips retracted from her ear as he leaned back and looked down at her. His hand had managed to get most of the buttons undone and now it slipped inside of her top to trace the top of her breasts above her bra.
"Are we going to what, Becky?" His smile was filled with mischief.
"Arrr-are we going to ... going to make love?" Becky managed to sigh.
.... There is more of this story ...