Chapter 13: Valentine’s Day

February 14th, the holiday for lovers. Valentine’s Day never really meant much to me in previous years. Let’s face it, I never had anyone to celebrate it with. I bought Tiffany a card and a bouquet of red roses, and she got me a card along with a huge bag of black licorice. Yeah, I’m one of those odd people that just loves black licorice, I can eat it till I have a stomach ache.

We drove Jeff and Bethany home after school and Tiffany asked if she could come home with me. Mom had texted me that she and Dad are going out to eat after work, they’ll be home at 7:00, or later. Luke is going to the movies with his friends and won’t be home till 8:00. Now this, this is how Valentine’s Day is supposed be, house to myself and alone with my girl for a few hours. We find some leftover pizza in the fridge and cuddle up on the couch in the family room to see what we can find to watch on Netflix.

It all kind of happens, you know, first it’s some gentle rubbing, then some kissing, followed by a more concentrated feeling up of those special bodily areas. Who the hell knows what we were watching, who the hell cares at this point?

Tiffany lifts her t-shirt up over her head and I nuzzle in between her boobs, I can feel her hard nipples even through her bra. Next, I move down to kiss her belly, she giggles, it must tickle.

Giving me that sexy, devious look, she pushes my head further down as she undoes the fly of her jeans. I like the pink panties she has on with little red hearts all over them; Nuzzling my face deep into her crotch, I breathe in her scent and feel her girl-lips through her panties; they’re so warm, soft and sweet.

“Hang on a sec...” she whispers.

She lifts her ass up and wiggles out of her jeans and underwear. Opening her legs wide, I adore the view of her beautiful pussy, already glistening with wetness. I slowly move in to savor this beautiful sight, to savor this beautiful moment. Tiffany reaches out, grabs the back of my head with both hands and pulls my face into her, she’s not having any of this, approaching it slowly, shit.

My tongue finds its way in, “Oohhh ... yessss...” she moans as I eagerly lick her slit and gently suck on her engorged clit. I make sure to give her tight little hole some in-depth attention as well.

I feel her wiggling around and take a quick peek up to see her undoing her bra. She pulls my hands up and places them on her boobs, “Pinch my nipples as you lick me.”

From the backside, I must have looked like I was praying to the great gods of the heavenly female form. On my knees, with my face deep in between her legs, and my arms held high, fondling her nipples. Oh my god, I’m loving this, my cock is as hard as steel, I’m surprised it didn’t burst out the zipper of my jeans.

Tiffany’s quiet moans of delight are accompanied by her hips thrusting her pussy all over and into my face and mouth. Her musky, sweet wetness is so sexy. “Oh god, Kyle,” she pants in between heavy breaths, “Feels ... soooo ... good...” After only a few short minutes of this, her legs quiver, and the muscles in her lower body tremble, as she moans a sustained high-pitched, squeal of delight. I made her cum already, that was fast!

“Stand up and let me at that fuck-stick of yours,” she tells me, regaining some composure. I quickly undo my fly and Tiffany yanks my jeans and underwear down in one swift motion. My solid cock springs out and stands straight up, I see a drop of pre-cum fly off my tip somewhere.

Reaching up between my legs, she cups my balls and they tighten up immediately at this first contact. Rolling her hand over them and gently squeezing, I quickly make another sizable drop of pre-cum. With tip of her tongue on my pee-hole, she licks that drop up before it has a chance to fall, “Mmmmm ... you taste so sweet.”

Continuing to cuddle my balls in her hand, she slides me into her mouth. Sucking and slurping, licking and flicking, she makes such awesome oral love to me. She’s sitting naked on the edge of the couch with her legs spread wide. Sliding her mouth up and down my length, I look down and see her fingering herself with one hand while she rubs my tight nuts with her other, talk about all kinds of kinky, genital stimulation going on here.

This is feeling so amazingly good. When she sucks on me, she has this magical way of making it feel like a whole party going on down there. I figure I’ll let her bring me close and then ask her to stop just before I cum. This way, I can take a short breather and then finish in her pussy. Well, that was the plan anyway...

There’s such a real fine line when you are getting close to shooting it, and when you cross that line, there’s no turning back. I was so far off in this special heaven, enjoying what she was doing, and not really paying close enough attention to just how close to that line I was now striding.

Tiffany knows my extra sensitive spot and really gives it a good tickling with her tongue, uh oh! That’s it! My line has been crossed, nothing to do now but blurt out, “I’m gonna cum!” Without taking her mouth off, she reassures me with a quick thumbs-up gesture that it’s, okay, to fire-away.

My legs go shaky and weak as I release my cream, shooting salvo after salvo of hot white. “Ohhh god, yessss!” I moan, tightly squinting my eyes and biting my lower lip.

I hear her slight gulping sounds as she’s quickly swallowing what’s coming out of me. Several swallows ... and then a few more ... I’m letting go of a healthy amount today.

When my sweet release subsides, she slides off and licks her lips, “Wow! Filled my mouth up there!” she laughs. As a guy, I just can’t help but feel a little masculine pride. I love it when I spout a big load, what guy doesn’t?

“I wanted to finish in your pussy, though...” I quietly confess.

“And, who says you can’t?”

“Huh?”

“Let’s go for the second cum, Kyle. Put it in me and let’s keep going!”

“Okay, but it might take me a while to work up to it.”

“Fine by me, more time I get to enjoy you fucking me.” Did I mention how much I am loving Valentine’s Day?

Tiffany lies back on the couch, spread-eagle as I line it up and slide it in. She is so wet there is no need for coconut oil, or anything like that.

I’ll admit that being I just came, it’s not quite the same as starting off when you’ve already got a bullet in the chamber and it’s a matter of trying to last for a while before that trigger is pulled. Don’t get me wrong, it still feels really good, like it should, but I know I will have to work at it longer.

It’s like this, when you want to hold off from shooting too soon and last longer, you tell your mind to think of anything but sex. Going for that second cum in a short period of time, you tell your mind to think of everything to do with sex. Women have that multiple orgasm thing going on for them, we guys, simply, do not. I guess if men did too, humans would accomplish nothing more than non-stop screwing and we would have starved ourselves out of existence long ago. It could be considered natural that with everything, even sex, there should be a beginning as well as an end, today we are pushing for two happy endings.

Anyhow, back to what is going on in our family room. Tiffany is beautifully splayed out with one leg up on the back headrest of the couch and her other leg out on the floor. I’m right in between, happily pumping away. Driving my cock in and out, she’s loving it, I’m loving it and I sense she will be having another orgasm soon. I can feel my own sex-juice reservoir refilling and getting ready for another eruption. Yeah ... this is great, I got this!

“Oh Kyle, yessss ... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...” she moans, a little loader than typical Tiffany during sex. Maybe, it’s because we needn’t worry about anyone hearing us today.

I’m also letting out my own, louder than usual, moans of, “Ohhh!” and, “Ahhhhh!” brought on by pure pleasure. I’m really looking forward to squirting a second time within the hour.

I hang my head down and watch our connection point, seeing her pubic area rise and fall with each push into her. I know I mention this often, but I truly love seeing this, and it’s helping me stay on my course.

“I think ... I think I can do it!” I excitedly tell her, as I thrust away, advancing myself closer to another ejaculation.

“Told ya so! You, hot fucker-boy, you,” she giggles.

Hot fucker-boy? Hmm..., I kinda like that! I nod, approvingly to myself.

Oh yeah, it’s going to happen, I know it now, just keep at it, I tell myself. Tiffany is grinding away beneath me and we are both getting quite hot and sweaty. It may be a cold-ass February day out there, but in here, right now, it’s pretty hot!

“If we can, let’s try to cum at the same time,” I tell her.

“Okay,” she grins, “I’ve never had that happen before.”

“Oh, it’s the best–”

Flummmp! Something plops on the floor across the room-

“KYLE JEROME STEVENSON!” my mother shrieks.

That hot sweat covering my body suddenly turns ice cold. I freeze mid-thrust and quickly look up. There is my mother, standing in the entrance to the family room, with her hands firmly planted on her hips. Her purse has fallen on the floor next to her, she must have dropped it, spilling half of its contents.

We freeze, time freezes, everything is at a complete standstill. Tiffany slowly slides her naked leg down off the headrest of the couch while pulling her other leg in. My cock inside her goes instantly soft. I guess I can add, embarrassingly interrupted-sex to my list...

Noticing a blanket on the back of the couch over Tiffany’s head, I make an attempt to reach for it to use it to cover ourselves and clumsily lose my balance. Falling on top of her, our red faces are inches from each other; she offers me a weak, half-smile.

Oh my god! How did we lose track of time that quickly? The clock on the wall chimes six o’clock. What the hell? We had, at least, a whole hour before they were supposed to be home.

I hear Dad coming in the back door. My mother stomps off towards him and hear her tersely say, “Stop! Don’t go in there just yet, Jerry!”

“Why?”

“Apparently, our son and his girlfriend think our family room is a place to...” she doesn’t finish her sentence.

After a second or two of comprehension on my dad’s part, I hear him yell, “Luke!”

“Not Luke, it’s Kyle!”

With Mom momentarily out of the room, Tiffany and I quickly gather our clothes and fumble to put them on. She forgets to put her bra on and stuffs it under herself.

“Are you decent?” I hear Dad call in.

“Yeah...” I meekly reply, “I mean yes.” My parents come into the room.

Mom’s eyes are like darts with flaming tips. Perfectly enunciating every syllable so there is no misunderstanding, she tells us, “I – think - it’s – time – for – her – to – go – home - now.”

We both stand up and grab our jackets, Tiffany is still holding onto her bra, but trying to hide it behind her as best she can. “And, where do you think you’re going?” my mother asks, tilting her head.

“I’m going to ... drive her home?”

Mom is visibly breathing hard as she gives me a death stare.

“It’s okay,” Dad calmly says, “We’ll talk about this when he gets home.”

“And, you will come straight home!” she quickly snaps.

What I was feeling at this moment is hard to fully explain, unless you’ve ever been in a similar situation. My entire being is numb from head to toe, I’m in complete and utter shock. My mother just walked-in on me having sex! It’s like I’m moving underwater, everything is buzzing and slow, even sounds seem muffled and distant.

Tiffany and I get into my Jeep and I start to drive her home. The radio is on, but I couldn’t tell you what song was playing. To my right, I hear Tiffany giggling; she thinks this is funny? I’m in some serious deep shit here.

“Jerome?” she asks.

“Huh? What?”

“Your middle name is, Jerome?” she repeats.

“Yeah, it’s my dad’s first name.”

“All these years and I never knew your middle name.”

“What’s yours?” I ask.

“Amber.”

“That’s nice, I like it.”

I probably just permanently damaged my mother for life by her seeing me having sex with Tiffany on her family room couch; and, here we are, learning each other’s middle names for the first time. Life is sure strange sometimes...

I pull into Tiffany’s driveway and shake my head, “I am so up shit’s creek. Can I just move in with you?”

Tiffany laughs, “It’ll be okay, trust me, they will get over it.”

She kisses me and quickly pulls back, waving her hand in front of her face, “Ewww, you smell like my coochie!” Opening the door to get out, she blows me the kiss, “Call or text me later, okay?”

“If I still have a phone...” I mutter.

Once back home, it’s straight to the family room I go. Thank god, Luke isn’t home yet. As I walk in, I see my mother bending over and inspecting the couch. Jeez, Mom, really?

“There you are! Sit down.”

She is pissed, and wastes no time launching into her tirade. “Your father and I went to three restaurants, THREE! And, they were all packed for Valentine’s Day, because someone forgot to call and make a reservation,” she explains, darting a terse look in Dad’s direction, at least I’m not the only in the hot-seat facing Mom’s wrath today.

“So, we decide to come home and have a nice dinner at home, and I walk into ... into this?” she throws her hands up in the air.

“What I have just seen, NO mother should EVER have to see! I am so disappointed in you! You know the rules here...” she trails on and on ... and on ... with plenty of, “ ... and you’re the one we can normally trust for having good judgement...” and, “What has gotten into you?” let’s not leave out, “Why do you suddenly think you can do whatever you want around here?”

All I can do is sit here and face the verbal onslaught. It doesn’t take long for my mind to start to wander like it sometimes does. Tiffany called me a hot fucker-boy ... yeah, I like that...

“ ... are you listening to me Kyle?” Mom snaps me back.

“Yeah ... Yes, Mom, I am.”

“Under NO circumstances are you to be in the house alone with Tiffany, or any girl, for that matter, unless your father or I is home. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“That has ALWAYS been the rule, you know that. And now, you have just shown why we have that rule.”

My mother finally takes a breather. Dad has been silent, letting Mom handle the reading of the riot act, I guess he knows she can do that job quite efficiently. Finally, he speaks, “Look, Kyle, we understand, but as your mother said, we have rules here.”

After all that was to be said, was spoken, I head off to my room. Dad was calm about the whole thing, maybe he remembers being young. After about a half an hour, I hear a soft knock on my door. It’s Dad, “Kyle, can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure Dad.”

Shutting the door behind him, he sits on the bed, “So, yeah ... Wow. Your mother is pretty upset...”