Chapter 1

Alex was captivated from the moment he laid his eyes on her. She was simply enchanting.

Walking into Prossa’s Hardware, Freya looked a little lost.

“May I help you?” Alex asked her with stars shining in his eyes.

She looked at him and smiled. “Hi. I’m looking for paint for my bedroom walls.”

Alex smiled back at her and said, “That’s down back. Come on, I’ll show you.” As they walked down the center aisle, Alex asked, “So, what kind of paint do you want?”

“Umm ... I’m not sure. Something not too girly ... but ... pink.” She laughed and the sound of it seduced his already charmed heart. “So, I guess, kind of girly,” Freya admitted with a shrug.

“I meant gloss or matte. Satin. Eggshell.”

“Oh! Goodness! I don’t know.”

Alex watched as she looked at the wall of options, frowned, and lightly bit one of her fingertips. At that moment, it was official. He had completely fallen for her.

“Well, for a bedroom wall, a matte finish is nice. It will absorb more light than some others, so it gives kind of a soft glow. I think it would look great for pink bedroom walls.” He made the mistake of looking directly into her eyes and froze, unable to look away.

She didn’t turn away, either.

And then after a long moment, she asked, “What color pink do you have?”

He was finally able to break away from her grasp and brought her over to the rack of paint cards. While she mulled over her options, they engaged in some small talk. Freya learned that Alex’s father owned the hardware store, that he had worked there ever since he was a kid earning some pocket change, then part-time in high school, and was now working full-time. He was twenty, a year older than Freya, and lived with his parents and younger brother.

She also realized that he was rather handsome. He had dark, wavy hair and brown eyes. He was slightly taller than average with broad shoulders and a killer smile. She would soon discover what everyone around Alex already knew. He was kind, thoughtful, dependable, and somewhat soft-spoken – although when he did speak, it was with a calm authority that belied his young age.

After he placed the two gallons of “not too girly” pink paint and a bag containing a roller, a couple of brushes, and a paint stirrer into the trunk of her car, he stood back up and looked at her.

“Are you doing anything Saturday?” he asked, surprising her and himself.

“Painting my room,” she replied. Then coyly arched her eyebrows. “Why? Do you want to help me?”

Three days later, their first date was a painting party and their dinner was some subs and sodas. Surveying their job well done, Alex looked at Freya and Freya looked at him. She had pink paint smeared on her nose and across one cheek, her hair was a mess, she had dribbled oil from her Italian sub down the front of her baggy T-shirt, but she looked even more beautiful than when he had seen her for the first time in the hardware store.

Alex could see the woman she would become in the girl that she was then. And Freya could see the man that he was already becoming. Of course, they were both still just kids, barely out of high school, but they quickly fell madly in love.

Freya could be confident and self-assured but, ironically, she could be almost painfully shy. Alex found this quality endearing, even bordering on the edge of sexually exciting. But, ironically again, her shyness stalled their physical relationship for a while – not that either really cared. They were very much in love and enjoying the early stages of their courtship. But when they did eventually reach the physical level in their relationship, it would prove to be quite a ride indeed, pun fully intended!

Outside of plenty of kissing and heavy petting, their first truly sexual experience was a bit one-sided. For weeks, Freya had wanted to show her love for Alex by giving him, as she always thought of it, oral stimulation. Her introversion ensured that she wasn’t one of the “popular girls” in school, but she did have two very close friends, Cyn and Katie. When the girls did happen to talk about anything sexual, Cyn nonchalantly called it a “blowjob” or “sucking cock.” Cyn could be brash almost to the point of embarrassing.

Although none of them had ever done it, Cyn especially wanted to and always got a gleam in her eye whenever talking about it. Those phrases sounded so crude and impersonal to Freya, but Cyn assured her that boys really liked it when a “good girl” talked dirty to them. So, with a few weeks of mental preparation, and a little research – mostly hearsay and the imagination of the three girls – Freya was ready for her first blowjob.

Her parents were going to a show on Friday night and this provided the perfect opportunity for Freya to put her plan into action. And that’s exactly what it was.

A plan.

A well-thought out plan.

She was not going to take this business of sucking a cock for the very first time lightly.

Freya had told Alex that her parents were going to be out for the evening and that she would make them dinner and then they could just relax and watch a movie. Of course, Alex was thinking they could also make out a bit, but had no idea what was really in store for him.

So, a little after 5:00 Friday evening, Alex arrived at Freya’s. When Freya answered the door, Alex’s breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a pair of tiny cut-off denim shorts that molded to her hips and when she moved just right, a tiny glimpse of each ass cheek peeked out the bottom. Her hair was very deliberately arranged to look slightly tousled and carefree and framed her face perfectly. This was the one physical attribute that she absolutely knew she had going for her. Her facial features were delicate and beautiful, with more than one person describing them as angelic.