Chapter 5: William

William and I have been dating for four months now, and when I first met him, he was a twenty-one-year-old virgin. Not that I knew that at the time. It wasn’t until after we had sex for the first time that I worked it out, and he later confessed to me that I was his first.

He’s very reserved and shy and rarely shows any emotion. I liked him instantly when we first met and still do today, but sometimes he is too good-natured and easygoing, particularly in bed.

Okay, it’s great that he is caring, but at times, I wish he would take me, ravish me, do things that he wants, and have his way with me without asking first. Not to say I would let him do something to me that I was against.

“Suzie, may I kiss you? Would you like it doggy style,” Or, “May I take you to bed and make love to you?” All that sort of mushy stuff. He lacks spontaneity. I would love to be making out on the sofa when he undresses me as we kiss and grope each other without him asking permission first. Or he picks me up, takes me to his bed, throws me on it, and rips my clothes off, showing some wild passion at times. I wish he’d be more masculine and dominating.

At Phoebe’s get-together, we’d shaved our pussies, and the next time William saw me naked, all he said was, “I see you’ve shaved off your pubic hair.” With no emotional reaction at all, just a bald statement of fact. Sorry about the bald pun.

Probably my fault too, because I didn’t ask him if he liked me that way. Possibly, I’m not teasing him enough? He knows we’re going to have sex, that I won’t say no to him, so maybe he’s not on fire.

He’s not like Callum, my previous boyfriend. We only lasted two weeks before he cheated on me, but the sex was mind-blowing. Although he was too controlling and treated me rough at times, he was still my kind of lover.

I felt that I needed more from our sexual relationship, so I decided to bring things to a head. Otherwise, I was worried that we might break up. I didn’t want to break William’s heart, and I was confident he loved me, but I didn’t feel fulfilled and couldn’t risk growing bored with him.

A week before the winter school holidays, William and I were at the Dome cafe having a coffee after my Saturday shift when I decided to raise the subject with him. The problem I faced was how he would react. Would he be offended? Or feel rejected and decide to end our relationship himself?

Reaching out, I held his hand across the table and said, “I need to talk to you about something; please don’t take it the wrong way.” The look on his face changed from one of happiness to, ‘Oh shit. Am I in trouble?’ Poor guy.

“Suzie, what have I done? Please don’t tell me you’re breaking up with me!”

Still holding his hand, I gently squeezed it. “No, I’m not breaking up with you, but I need to talk to you about our sex life, more particularly, you and what you don’t do.”

“You know you’re the only girl I’ve been with, and I’m sorry I lack experience. Please tell me what I’m doing wrong, and I’ll try and change.”

I explained that I wanted him to take charge, be more spontaneous and not ask permission all the time. Be more dominant, and if he wanted some ideas, maybe he should visit a porn site. Although I told him I would let him know if I didn’t like what he was doing and if he wanted to do something super kinky or way out there, he had to talk to me first.

“Sorry, I thought you liked what I was doing.”

“I do. Every girl likes to be loved and treated by how you treat me, but I want you to change a little. Don’t be so predictable. Be more spontaneous and show more passion. Take me when I least expect it, that’s all.”

“For you, anything.”

On the way to my place, I suddenly said, “Will, please pull into the car park over there and go to the end.” I pointed to where I wanted him to park the car.

When he had parked, he turned to me and said, “Why are we here?”

I said nothing, but leaned over, undid his jeans, lowered the zip, and started to pull his jeans and jocks down, but I couldn’t get them past his waist. Horrified at what I was doing, Will said, “We can’t do it here. Someone might see.” I ignored his protest and continued the struggle to get his cock out. When it eventually came free, I wrapped my hand around it and began to jerk him off.

Will was looking around frantically. We had pulled up in a large empty car park of a derelict building, but I was confident we wouldn’t be disturbed.

“Relax and enjoy while I give you a blow job.”

“Please, don’t do this ... You’ve never sucked my cock before, and I don’t expect you to do it.”

“So? I’m doing it because I want to.”

He pushed his jeans and jocks down to his ankles. I don’t like the taste of cum, and this was going to be the first time I had taken his cock into my mouth. But I had a point to prove.

Now he was in a more relaxed state, his cock hardened, and I began to lick and stroke him. I held his cock firmly as I licked the underside of his shaft, which I did for a while, letting him relax further before taking the tip of his cock into my mouth. He groaned as I went to work, taking more of his shaft and massaging his balls. He stroked my hair, his legs flexing and raising his hips off the car seat now that he was trying to get me to take more of his meat.

Bobbing my head up and down his shaft, coating it with saliva that ran down his shaft, I used it as a lubricant before coating his nut sack and gave them plenty of attention, rubbing, squeezing, and licking. Will moaned and groaned as I built his excitement. His body tensed, and I could tell he was close to cumming. His breathing became deep and ragged, his cock swelled, he thrust hard into my mouth, and he held my head still, allowing him to face fuck me. “Shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” He grunted and shot his load into my mouth. After pulling out, I opened my mouth, showing him his cum, then swallowed It. Taking two gulps to get it down.

“Will, that is what you call spontaneity. I took you when I wanted, and you liked it.”

“I get it. You want me to do things like that and surprise you. I’ll try hard to make the change. I don’t want to lose you.” He took a moment before he continued, “Yeah, I did like it. What guy wouldn’t like his girlfriend to suck him off when he least expected it.”

“My point exactly.” Believing he understood what I was getting at, we resumed the journey back to my place.

Mum invited Will to stay for dinner, which he did, and it was the first time he had dinner with my parents and brother. Occasionally, I caught Mum giving him the eye, like checking out my boyfriend. What the?

After dinner, we sat in the games room while my parents watched TV in another room, and my brother went to his room. Mellisa had ended their relationship, deciding a seventeen-year-old with a car was better than a sixteen-year-old with a push bike.

Will and I were cuddling, kissing, and feeling very comfortable. No hanky-panky tonight with my parents so close, although the new Will was more adventurous than I expected him to be and felt my tits through my clothes.

He surprised me when he said, “I’d like to take you out to a nice restaurant next Saturday, and I want you to spend the night with me?”

“Oh, that would be so nice, but I’m not eighteen. I would have to ask Mum and Dad for permission to stay overnight with you.” I wanted to do this soooooo much, but I was embarrassed and didn’t have the confidence to ask Mum and Dad straight out.

“No time like the present,” said the new confident Will. There was no way he would ever have asked this before my chat, and he wanted me to ask my parents now. “C’mon, let’s go and ask.”

I could feel my face going deep red when he pulled me reluctantly off the sofa and held my hand as we walked towards the lounge room. “I can’t do this, I can’t. I’m shaking like a leaf. It’s like getting their approval to have sex, and you don’t ask your parents that, do you?”

He didn’t relent and continued to pull me into the lounge.

“Mum, Dad ... I want to ask you something.”

Will and I stood there holding hands, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask my parents if I could stay at his place and avoided looking at them. “What’s on your mind? Suzie,” Dad asked. I didn’t answer just looked at the floor like a little schoolgirl.

“Mr. and Mrs. Hill, I have asked Suzie to dinner next Saturday and for her to stay the night with me, but she said she required your permission. Will you please allow Suzie to spend the night with me?” Said the new William, showing a lot of guts.

Mum and Dad looked at one another, and I couldn’t read the expression on their faces when Dad said, “That’s a very brazen approach, young man. But If Suzie is happy with it, then I’m sure her Mum and I have no problem with it.

“After all, Suzie, you are only two months away from your eighteenth birthday. And then you can make your own decisions,” Dad said.

“Wow, thank you very, very much, both of you. I’d love to stay the night at Will’s.” I ran up to Mum and Dad, giving them a big hug and kiss.

Mum knew I had been sexually active with Callum, so I guess she suspected that William and I were intimate with each other as well and had told Dad. Luckily, I have broad-minded and understanding parents. Mum gave Will and me a knowing smile.

During the week, I arranged to have the weekend off but told my boss I would work other shifts now that it was the school holidays if she wanted me to make up the time.

Being an accountant, July is very busy for Will, with the end of one financial year and the beginning of the next. So, to my disappointment, he was working late every night preparing individual tax returns for clients.

I couldn’t wait for my next date with him and planned my wardrobe carefully, firstly for going to the restaurant and then surprising him with what I would wear to bed.

After picking me up mid-Saturday afternoon, he took me back to his flat. It was a simple, and maybe what you would call a typical bachelor pad. One bedroom, sparsely furnished lounge room with only the essentials, a sofa, a single lounge chair, and a small kitchen/dinner. All were very sparse, and although only seventeen. I could see that they lacked a woman’s touch.

Will had brought me here several times in the past when we came back to his place for sex, and I’d never noticed how sparse it was. But this weekend. I was staying overnight and took notice of these things. But more importantly, I was looking forward to waking up in the arms of my boyfriend after a night of hot, passionate sex.

Once we arrived, I hung up my dress for tonight, with the other bits and pieces staying in my bag until I required them. Will made two coffees, and we sat on the sofa together. It wasn’t long before he leaned in, kissing me with a deep and loving kiss. I put my hands behind his head and held him to my lips. Our kissing became passionate and heated as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies.

He squeezed my tits through my clothes as I rubbed his cock and played with his balls. After breaking our kiss, he unbuttoned my jeans, lowered my zip, and raised my hips to allow him to pull them down my legs to my ankles. We resumed our hot kissing as he rubbed my pussy through my panties, and after a few more tit squeezes, he went down on me and kissed my pussy.

After kissing and playing with my pussy through my panties, he pulled them to the side and began to lick and play with my labia before opening his mouth and placing it over my crotch, coating it with his saliva. After pulling back, he inserted two fingers inside me and gently eased them back and forth, finger fucking me. “Mmmmm, this feels nice,” I moaned as he continued. I was getting close to cumming, thrusting my hips off the sofa, moaning, “Oh, yes, this feels so good.”

I was in a partially lying/sitting position with my panties on, but my jeans were around my ankles. Gyrating my hips, wanting more, I was on the verge of cumming, when he suddenly stopped and withdrew his fingers just after I told him it felt so good.

“Stay there. I have to get something.”

Strewth, seriously, what a time to get up and go. “Will, why have you stopped? Please, I’m almost there. Don’t tease me like this.”

He didn’t answer but disappeared before quickly returning, carrying a towel and a shaver. What, he’s going to shave me without asking! But I had told him I wanted him to be more spontaneous and do things he likes, and it looks like he prefers me shaved. Not that he said so when he’d seen me after being shaved at Phoebe’s afternoon of girly sex.

My panties were quickly pulled down to my ankles, and he still didn’t say anything. He teased my pussy by rubbing my labia from side to side as he shaved my pubic mound but stopped playing when he had to shave the more delicate areas. After he had finished, he bent down and kissed all over my freshly shaved muff before spreading my labia and licking my pink inner walls. Wow, wow, he had never gone down on me before.

He licked me from my perineum to my clit as saliva ran down my bum crack, and he traced his fingers through the slick wetness. “Oh, that’s the best. It feels wonderful,” I moaned as his fingers reached my back door.

More licking, lapping and slurping my soaking wet pussy, making unintelligible sounds of his own. “Mmm, mmph, mmmm.” I thrust my hips off the sofa, pushing my pussy into his face as he licked and fingered me.

“Lick my clit, please, lick it,” I begged. “Finger me harder, make me cum.” He frantically did as I’d asked, using two fingers as he moved his tongue to my clit. “Oh, yes, that’s it, just there.” I held his head tight against me. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I moaned as I climaxed.

My knees were splayed wide, with my jeans and panties wrapped around my ankles. He pushed his jeans and jocks down, pulled my bum to the edge of the sofa, stroked his cock a few times before running it up and down my wet slit, and then impaled me in one easy push until he was balls deep.

He thumbed my clit and began slowly thrusting in and out, and quickly built up speed, hitting my groin hard every time he bottomed out.

Will had his eyes closed and was straining, trying not to cum too quickly, but I could tell by the increased tempo he was close. “Cum with me, let me have it. Shoot your jizz inside me.” He grunted, and I moaned as we climaxed together. He lay on top of me for a few seconds before pulling out and pulling my panties back up, trapping his cum inside me, before he went to get a blanket, laid down, and pulled me on top of him, covering us both. Then he put his hand on my crotch and began to grind my panties between my labia and into my pussy, getting as much material inside me as he could while I still wore them, and once finished, he held his hand tightly over my squelchy muff.

Between kissing my neck and nibbling my ear, he moved his hand inside my panties, pulled the material out of me, and stroked my wet slit, playing with his cum, before putting two fingers into me, coating them with our combined love juice, and fed it to me. He did this three times, and every time I deliberately made a slurping sound as I sucked and cleaned his fingers. He had never done anything like this to me before, and it looked like my chat had paid off.

It also got me wondering if Will had a panty fetish like my brother or if he liked fucking me while I wore them. Plus, he pushed them inside me. Was this a depraved act that Will enjoyed? A way of letting me know he was in charge? Was he going to do this to me regularly, showing a kinky side that I had never seen before? Have I woken a sexual demon hiding inside him? I looked forward to finding out.

We showered and dressed for our evening out. I wore a g-string and a quarter-cup bra, allowing my nipples to rub against my wool dress, making them hard and poke through the material, and heels. Will looked good in his casual pants, white t-shirt, and jacket. We both complimented one another on our attire.

William drove the brief distance to the restaurant, and we held hands as we entered. The decor was bright with wooden floors and rustic timber laminate table tops, and the bar had exposed brickwork, a mural of old buildings featured on the main wall, and music played in the background.

We ordered a sharing board for two to start, consisting of various types of meats, olives, antipasto, etc. We both ordered the grilled Barramundi for mains and two lemon lime and bitters for drinks.