Chapter 3: Steve Gets Impatient

Steve and I dated a few more times after my talk with my mom and I could tell he was getting more and more impatient with me. For sure he didn’t complain about the blowjobs I gave him but each time I pushed his hand away from trying to get to my crotch under my clothes I could see the frustration growing in his face. One night we were up in my room fooling around and as I was sucking his cock he tried to pull my shorts down for the umpteenth time. I firmly took his hand in mine and pulled it away but this time it must’ve been the straw that broke the camel’s back and Steve expressed his anger and frustration with me.

“Dammit Kelly, what’s your fuckin’ problem anyway?” he said with a loud huff, “That’s it ... are you gonna let me fuck you or not? I’m tired of playing your silly little-girl teasing games. You really do need to grow up! There’s nothing worse than a cock teaser.”

Well I was shocked to say the least. Teasing games? And silly ones at that? Was he implying I was some little immature girl? I mean what’s with the “little-girl remark anyways? Sure I wasn’t much in the boob department but I could blow him as well if not better than any of the big-boobed girls he usually dated. Yeah, like I knew he’d wanted to fuck me since our first date but as my mom observed, what boy doesn’t? I was only fourteen so it wasn’t like I was holding out for marriage or anything and for crying out loud I wanted it just as much as he did! But unlike him, for me it was going to my first time. It was MY virginity and it meant something to me so I didn’t want him to just steal it and run, leaving me behind like some stupid girl he’d used and abused. Fortunately my courage failed me before I said anything I would later regret and I shrank back from him, tears starting to form in my eyes.

“I want to Steve, I really want to. I’m just ... afraid,” I said in a low voice that he probably could barely hear. Steve looked at me and it finally must have dawned on what was going on, the internal struggle that was tearing me apart.

“Oh Kelly, Kelly,” he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in close to him.

I was just wearing a white pair of denim shorts as my top had long since been removed while he was wearing just a short sleeved shirt, his pants and underwear also long since history. My small bare boobs rubbed against the soft fabric of his shirt, tickling my sensitive nipples. Even with all that was being said I was still holding onto his stiff cock. Nope, no matter what I wasn’t letting it go for anything if I could help it!

“You don’t need worry Kelly ... I know what I’m doing ... you’ve got nothing to be afraid of, I would never hurt you.” he assured me.

OMG! I wanted to just scream, “YOU IDIOT!” but I knew better. He obviously didn’t have a clue about how a young girl feels but I guess it wasn’t his fault that he was a guy. Instead, I just nestled up to him and said softly, “That’s not what I meant ... I’m not worried about how it feels doing it. What I’m afraid of is that you won’t want me anymore afterwards.”

Steve let out a long breath and a sigh. I knew what he was probably thinking that I was some silly emotional little girl and the things he had to put up with to get a piece of fresh pussy! But I had to give him credit as he at least TRIED to be a gentleman.