Chapter 5: Preparing for My Date With Randy

Thankfully Kristen wasn’t home so I had the house to myself. The last thing I needed right now in the state I was in was to have to deal with her fucking some boy she’d brought home after cruising the middle school practice field. Usually I just pretended not to notice and let her have her fun but as horny as I was right now I might have not had the willpower to “just say no”.

As I undressed, I recalled how that young boy looked in the car next to me and yet again wondered what he would have done had he had any idea of what was happening just a few feet away in the car next to him.

I always showered when I got home but today I especially needed one. Lord only knew how badly I stunk like sex after masturbating so hard in my car. The warm stream felt so good against my bare skin. I turned to face the shower head and let it stroke me on my face and chest. The water hitting my nipples felt so wonderful and the stream that formed in my cleavage caused a funny sensation inside of me. I cupped my breasts in each hand, squeezing them as I closed my eyes and let the shower flow over them.

Mmmmmmm, imagine in just a few hours it wouldn’t be MY hands playing with my boobs. Randy had always loved my breasts, even though when we dated they were at least a full size smaller than they were now. If he liked them back then, I was hoping he would love them now! He had been like a little boy on Christmas morning with them, touching and fondling my boobs like they were something totally new to him - and I guess in a way they were at the time. He had told me mine were the first breasts he had ever touched.

Speaking of the first things for him to touch, I let one hand run down and cup my crotch as I recalled the first time Randy had put his hand inside my shorts and touched my pussy slit. He’d frozen at the first touch, as if he had no idea of what to do now that he had reached what he had been dreaming of for so long. It was so cute!

It got me incredibly hot to whisper instructions to him, teaching him how to touch a girl, explaining the parts of my womanhood and instructing him on how to make me feel good. It was almost like masturbating as he did exactly what I told him, almost to a fault. It wasn’t until the third time or so that he seemed to feel comfortable to initiate anything and to try things on his own.

Pushing my finger inside of me. I turned away from the shower and let it strike me in the back of the neck and between my shoulders. God, it had felt so incredible the first time he put his dick in me. Even though by then I’d been fucked by quite a few guys, there was something special about knowing it was the first time this dick had ever been inside a pussy. Every other guy that had fucked me before Randy had been with at least one other girl which made Randy special to me -, my pussy was the only one he had ever experienced.

The poor boy had barely gotten his dick all the way in me when he exploded and filled me with cum. He started to pull out, a little embarrassed I think at his quick discharge but I assured him it was natural and fine with me. besides, he didn’t shrink one bit after that first time and soon he was fucking me again, with more control this time now that he had cum.

With my eyes closed I turned to the side and leaned back against the wide wall of the bathtub as the shower continued but I wasn’t paying any attention to it. My eyes were closed and all I could think about was that first time when Randy had fucked me. Then I started to think of the other times we’d done it and how hot it had been when his parents had been in the next room. Even when his sister had caught us I remember he hadn’t shrunk a bit but kept fucking me even though I knew he was mortified at the sight of her in the doorway. Mmmmmmm, if only she had joined us. It would have been fantastic if she had let her brother fuck her!

As I masturbated I felt my hand being pushed aside and another finger was toying with my pussy. At first I thought it was just my imagination working overtime and then I opened my eyes and saw Kristen standing there with the shower curtain moved aside. She was naked and had reached in to help me out. Seeing I was aware of her, she grinned and joined me, turning off the shower as she did.

“Mmmmmmm, now THIS is the way I like to find you when I come home,” she murmured to me as she kissed me and played with my pussy.

Kristen and I had played together enough over the years for her to know just where to touch me and just how to do it in order to get me off - as if it really mattered at this moment where she did. Her perky boobs slid against mine, slippery from the wet shower as our breasts pressed against each other’s. She had her crotch pressed up against my hips, using me to rub herself against as she masturbated herself like a dog humping my leg. Hmmmmmm, somebody else must have been pretty horny herself as well!

“Oh god Kristen, don’t stop,” I begged her as another orgasm struck me.

God, this was turning out to be quite the Friday evening already and I hadn’t even been picked up by Randy yet!

We played together in the shower for another twenty to thirty minutes until we were both exhausted. I grabbed a towel and threw in on my bed, plopping down in the middle of it without even drying myself off. Kristen did the same and we both laid there on our backs, nude and wet after both of us had just finished cumming yet again.

“Damn, that was good,” Kristen sighed, “Now do you mind telling me what this was all about?” she giggled.

I explained to her about my ride home and how horny I’d been when I came through the door. Kristen chuckled when I mentioned about being relieved to find her not home with some young boy.

“Fuck, if I’d known you were going to come home like some tramp in heat I’d of had the whole boy scout troop over!” she laughed, “AND their leader!” she added.

I could only imagine where she was going so I didn’t respond, figuring it was probably better I didn’t know. Somehow I managed to get myself up and back to the bathroom to get myself ready. Looking back, I saw Kristen roll over on her side and start going at it again. It really didn’t surprise me, she usually masturbated every day when she came home from school so why should today be any different?

I glanced at the clock next to my bed and my eyes popped open. Damn it, I only had an hour now before Randy was picking me up! I’d better get going and dreaming about him fucking me or I wouldn’t be ready when he came and really DID!

All week I’d been having a running debate with myself as to how to approach this date. It wasn’t like randy and I had never been together before and when we were, it had been all about sex. I never felt anything romantic for him when we dated, just enjoying the time we spent together. He never mentioned anything himself, never uttering the “L” word, thank God, and for all I knew, he was happy just fucking me every chance he got. So now the question was, did I pick up where we left off or what?

From what I could see, I had several options. The easiest would be just to go at it as if our last date had been last week and simply have a good time. Then again, this wasn’t the same Randy I knew back in high school - this glass geek and innocent virgin. Certainly he’d been with other girls since he’d had me and I wondered how many he’d fucked - and how he compared me to them. Back in high school I felt I was pretty “skilled” compared to most girls my age when it came to sex but that was a long time ago - and a LOT of guys ago for me. Certainly he had fucked other ‘experienced” girls after me, most likely older and more experienced than I had been at the time. Certainly I was due some “extra credit” in the grading curve for being his first, but that didn’t mean I had been his best.