Chapter 2: Steve Forgets His Wallet

No sooner was I seated in the car than Steve looked at me sheepishly saying, “Uhhhhh, sorry but we have to go back to my house first.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Well, I forgot my wallet,” he said lamely. I rolled my eyes and huffed a bit dramatically. Much as I loved Steve, the boy was always forgetting something. Thank god his dick was attached or he might forget THAT as well and then where would we be! Fortunately his house wasn’t that far away so it was a quick trip. When we got there he parked in the driveway, turned off the car and twisted towards me.

“Why don’t you just stay here while I go find it?” he offered, sticking his head back in the door after getting out. He didn’t even wait for an answer but instead closed the door and hurried into the house.

Well excuse me! It WAS November in southeast Pennsylvania, not exactly Miami Beach, and I really didn’t feel much like sitting out in the cold with exposed bare legs. No wonder my skating friend wore those tights with this kind of skirt. Shivering almost immediately, I decided to ignore him and follow him in where I could stay warm. Although I had a warm jacket on, it wasn’t like I had all that much on lower down to keep me warm!!

It was more than just personal comfort that I had in mind. There was always the chance that nobody would be home. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings a bit if we just stayed and had our own private party. With a brother, sister, and a working mom their house wasn’t empty very often which is why we usually ended up at my house when we wanted to have sex - which meant we usually ended up at my house. At least there it didn’t matter if my parents were home or not as they never interrupted us. If anything, they encouraged Steve to come over and take me to my bedroom rather than going out and parking or finding some other unsafe place to fuck.

Hopefully this would be one of those rare times we could do it at his house but as luck would have it his younger brother Jim was in the family room watching TV. At first I thought that was going to ruin the whole idea but Steve apparently had been harboring a devious idea for teasing his pain-in-the-ass brother.

Speaking of Jim ... It’s incredible the difference a few years can make in boys. Whereas Steve was this mature, strong, smart, sexy paragon of a teenage boy, Jim was just the opposite. Dear God, he reminded me so much of the other boys in middle school, the perverted creeps who snapped girl’s bra straps in the hallway. It seemed Jim was always trying to look up my skirt or down my blouse. He’d even tried spying on me and his sister once when we were masturbating in her bedroom. Gawd, he was such a little pervert! Another time he’d even tried to spy on his own brother when Steve was fucking me! Now THAT was just sick.

While I dallied Steve appeared at the top of the stairs. He took a good long look at me starting at my heels and then slowly, deliberately working his way up to my head, lingering on my crotch and boobs of course. I had no doubt at all he was undressing me in his mind and I wanted to just scream at him that he could do it for real if he just allowed me to follow him into his bedroom. It didn’t help that Steve knew it turned me on something fierce when he looked at me this way. He made me feel like I was a fresh piece of meat in front of a starving dog. One thing for sure, he was definitely getting turned on by what he saw - no hiding that familiar bulge in his pants!

“Damn Kelly,” he chortled as he came down the stairs, “I thought the idea tonight was for you to tease the guys first and THEN show them the goods. Seems you forgot about step one!”

Steve came back down the stairs just far enough to give me a quick kiss and then he turned to head upstairs again to his room. He took just a single step and then paused, apparently lost in thought. Then to my surprise he turned back yet again to me and winked.

“You know you look like you’re in one of those moods to be extra naughty tonight. How would you like to get started a bit early?”

Well was that the stupidest question he had asked me in ages or what? Extra naughty? I thought I was extra naughty ALL the time. After all, I rarely refused Steve when he wanted sex although that wasn’t as big a deal as you might think given I asked for it more often than he did! I was under no illusions about Steve. He may be the only guy to ever fuck me but he had probably done a number of the girls in his class if the rumors were anywhere near true. Having just lost my virginity this past summer I guess I was still in the “honeymoon” phase where I just couldn’t get enough of him or should I say ... his dick.

With a little giggle I started to head up the stairs. Naturally I assumed he meant we were going to do it in his room or someone else’s as we’ve done it in every bed in the house at least twice. To my surprise, Steve didn’t move and instead he gently pushed me back down the stairs. Being more disappointed than he might know, I gave him a questioning look and he nodded his head in the direction of the family room with a sexy smile.