Chapter 4

I grabbed a large glass and went through the door between my apartment and the other half of the basement. At one time there was a family room down here but it isn’t used now. It hasn’t been used for anything but storage since long before I moved in. I went through the dimly lit basement and up the stairs. I listened at the door to the kitchen for a moment but didn’t hear anyone. I tapped lightly on the door and then opened it. I’m all alone in the kitchen. I can hear the television in the living room. I can’t see into the room, though. It could be JJ and Jennifer, the parents. It could be the kids or the entire family.

I put my glass in the water and ice dispenser in the refrigerator door and cringed at the loud noise as the glass filled with ice. As it turned out, though, the noise worked to my advantage. I switched from ice to water and as the glass filled with water I heard someone entering the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder and caught Paul checking out my legs. I turned around, smiled and said, “Hi Paul. I hope I didn’t disturb you. It’s been a hot day and I really wanted a cold drink.”

He tore his eyes away from my chest with obvious effort and said, “No. Mom, dad and the twins went to the movies. I was supposed to go over to my girlfriend’s house but she called up and cancelled. When I heard you out here I thought I’d come say hi. I hardly ever see you since you got your own refrigerator.”

Paul has always been kind of flirty but in a harmless way. But as he said, we hardly ever see each other and when we do we’re almost never alone. Whenever we do speak I always try to be friendly but distant. I don’t want to lead him on; or at least I never wanted to lead him on until this evening.

Any other time I would have just said hello and went back down to my little basement apartment. Instead, I leaned back against the kitchen counter and tried to think of some way to entice him down to my place without coming right out and inviting him to come down and fuck me. I struggled to find the right words because I knew he wouldn’t come right out and make a pass at me. I started off with the standard small talk. I asked him how school is going and if he has plans for the summer. We talked for a few minutes and I still had no idea what to say to him. Finally I said, “Why don’t you get a drink and come downstairs. It’s silly to just stand around like this.”

He tried to act cool but it was obvious how much the invitation to my little one room apartment excited him. He got a Coke from the refrigerator and followed me back to my room. It’s a step in the right direction but I still don’t know how to seduce a seventeen year old boy.

Now that I think about it, I’ve never seduced anyone. I’ve always been quite passive in the few relationships I’ve had. I don’t know how to seduce anyone! Just the opposite is true in my case. I’ve become quite adept at politely turning down requests for dates from guys. It’s a common occurrence at the truck stop. Sometimes it seems as though more of my customers ask me out than don’t. I get the impression those truckers try to get every girl they talk to into the sleeper cabs of their trucks.

I opened the door to my quarters, stepped inside and held it for Paul. I can see he’s as nervous about being alone with me as I am about what I’m about to do to please Mr. Voss. Paul came in and looked around while I closed the door. The one room apartment came furnished, but not lavishly. There isn’t a lot of furniture in the room and it’s about the level of quality you’d expect to find in a basement. My small, twin size bed is against one wall. There’s one old reclining chair and a small television on a table. The only other furniture is an old sofa and a small kitchen table with two chairs. I took a seat at the table and invited Paul to join me.

His eyes went to my legs when I sat down and my short skirt slid up my thighs even farther. There isn’t much doubt what’s on his mind. The only question is how to get things started. I don’t know how and he doesn’t seem to dare. His eyes finally drifted up from my legs. He blushed when our eyes met and he realized I’m aware of his interest. I blushed, too. I couldn’t help myself. But I attempted to smile disarmingly.

I can’t begin to tell you from where I got the nerve. I don’t remember making a conscious decision. But suddenly I knew I had to take a chance or we’d be dancing around like this until his parents came home. I looked him right in the eyes, slowly spread my knees apart and quietly asked, “Do you think I have nice legs, Paul?”

His eyes grew as big around as quarters and I heard him swallow loudly. His already red face turned a darker shade of red as his gaze dropped to the space between my legs. The room is dimly lit but I’m not wearing underwear and my skirt is so short I have no doubt he can see my pussy now. My own fear begins to fade as I see how much control I seem to have over him. He looks like he’s paralyzed. He stared at my pussy for a very long time before his eyes lifted and met mine once more. I smiled warmly and asked, “Are you a virgin, Paul?”

“I ... I’m ... no ... well, sort of.”

“Sort of?”

His eyes focused on my pussy again and he all but whispered, “I never ... you know, did it. I’ve got a girl friend and she lets me ... touch her ... sometimes. It’s always in the dark. We’ve never taken our clothes off and we haven’t gone all the way. But once she ... you know, with her mouth.”

“Would you like to? Would you like to do it with me?”

His eyes traveled back to my face, apparently unwilling to believe I’m serious. I’m surprised at how arousing this is. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like I have so much power in a sexual situation before. It’s different. I kind of like it. It won’t replace my kinky fantasies but I’m enjoying myself much more than I expected.

I stood up and grasped the bottom of my little crop top. I smiled and asked, “Would you like me to get undressed while you think it over?”

His gaze locked onto my hands and he groaned loudly and breathed, “God yes!!”

I glanced at the clock and asked, “What time will your family get home from the movies?”

I’d hate to have them come home and catch us in bed. Knowing his parents I wouldn’t just get kicked out. His mother would call the cops and have me arrested.

It took his sex-addled mind a moment to concentrate. Finally he replied, “The movie gets out at ten-thirty. They won’t be home until eleven.”

That gives us plenty of time. I slowly pulled my little top up, baring my tits a little bit at a time until they were totally exposed. Then I slipped my top off over my head and tossed it aside. I enjoyed the hell out of his intense stare as I casually massaged my breasts and asked, “Have you ever seen tits before?”

I thought at first he didn’t hear me. It was a long time before he stuttered, “N-n-o. Not ... only pictures. Not in real life.”

“Do you like them?”

“Oh god yes! They’re beautiful!”

“Come closer, Paul. Wouldn’t you like to touch me?”

He almost staggered across the small room until he was standing an arm’s length away. But before he reached for my breasts he looked me in the eyes and asked, “Why are you doing this?”

His eyes fastened on my tits again when I shrugged and said, “No real good reason. I’m horny. I don’t have a boyfriend. You’re cute and we’re alone. But if you’d rather not it’s okay. I’m not going to rape you.”

“NO! GOD NO! I want to! I just ... you’re so damn hot! I...”

He didn’t finish his thought but his mouth remained open as I reached for the button on my skirt and unfastened it. The sound of my zipper sliding down seemed awfully loud in the otherwise quiet room. I let the skirt fall to the floor around my feet and, naked now, I repeated the question I asked him a couple of minutes ago. “Would you like to touch me?”

I watched his arm rise almost of its own accord. His fingers gently cradled my left breast as though he thought it might burn him. His soft, gentle, tentative touch was surprisingly erotic. As his fingers began to explore he seemed to gain confidence. He didn’t have to speak. It’s obvious how the sight and the feel of my nearly naked body are affecting him.

I stood up and moved closer, pressing my body against his and wrapping my arms around his neck. I kissed him, gently at first but then with passion. He claims to have done some heavy petting with his girlfriend but he’s a very awkward kisser, at least at first. He gradually began to get into it and our tongues finally began to play very well together. We were both panting when I leaned back and said, “Let’s get you out of these clothes and get comfortable.”

I stepped back and helped him strip. He’s very self conscious about being undressed in front of me but he needn’t be and I told him so. “Paul! I had no idea! You’re pretty hot!”

He is, actually. He’s slender but athletic looking. His cock looks like it’s close to seven inches long. It would be nice if it was a little bit bigger around but I’d give it a B+. It’s certainly above average. Not unexpectedly it’s covered in the lubricant that oozing from the tip and throbbing as though he’s going to climax any moment. I’m familiar with that as well. It’s a trait most high school and far too many college boys have in common. Not that I’ve been with that many but girls compare notes.

I led him to my bed, pulled the bedspread back and sat him down. I invited him to lie back and get comfortable so I could “take the edge off” for him. I don’t think he knew what I meant but he wasn’t disappointed when I removed my tiny skirt and dropped to my knees on the floor beside the low bed. I reached out, wrapped my fingers around his throbbing cock and held it steady as I leaned down and guided it to my lips.

His entire body reacted violently to the touch of my lips and then my tongue on the head of his cock. I don’t think I ever realized how exciting it could be to take a boy’s virginity! Or maybe it’s just Paul. No other boy I had sex with, in high school or since, has reacted this intensely. Although looking back, I’m not sure I can compare what’s happening here to any of my previous experiences. In all of my previous sexual encounters I have always been a passive and, to be honest, not always a totally willing participant.

I slid my lips down his shaft, taking all but about an inch of his cock into my mouth while he shook violently and cursed under his breath. I knew this wouldn’t take long but I was still surprised when his cock flooded my mouth after only four or five strokes. After the experience I gained this afternoon I handled the large mouthful of hot semen easily. I wrapped my lips around the ridge behind the head of his cock and stroked the shaft with my hand until he grabbed my hand and pleaded with me to stop.

I lifted my head and swallowed. But then I carefully took his still erect cock back into my mouth and just held it there. I rested my face on his flat stomach and lightly tickled his hairy balls while he slowly regained what little composure he’s capable of.

It was several minutes before he stroked my hair affectionately and said, “That was ... that was fucking incredible!! Thank you, Gabby.”

I chuckled and said, “I’m glad you enjoyed it but we’re just getting started.”

It occurred to me that I’m no longer doing this because Mr. Voss ordered me to have sex with Paul or his brother. I’m enjoying the hell out of this. I glanced at the clock to make certain we still have plenty of time before the rest of the family gets home and asked, “Would you like to return the favor or do you think you’d rather put that off until you’ve had a little more experience?”

“You mean eat your ... I mean ... you know, do that for you? I don’t know what to do. I don’t guess I need to tell you that. I’d love to try, though.”

I got to my feet. There isn’t a lot of room for two adults to maneuver in a twin bed. I stood back while he stood up. Before lying down I gripped his cock, pulled him close and gave him a big, wet, sloppy kiss; mainly just to see how he’d react. He was surprised but he recovered quickly. He took me in his arms and returned my kiss with enough ardor to impress me. I know a lot of guys who wouldn’t kiss a girl who just sucked their cock. Well, maybe not a lot of guys. I haven’t been with that many guys. I know that most of the ones I’ve been with are much too fastidious to kiss a girl who just sucked them off, even though I didn’t let them cum in my mouth.

I released his cock, flashed him a flirty smile and said, “Don’t worry. We’re going to take care of this before you go back upstairs.”

I backed out of his arms and stretched out on my back in the center of my bed. After thinking about it, though, I said, “Wait. This bed is too small for this.”

I sat up, turned and put my pillow against the wall behind me. I reclined with my legs hanging over the side of the bed. I spread my legs and said, “Why don’t you get down and explore a little. Once you get to know what a girl looks like down there you may not want to do this.”

He looked like I’d slapped him. He looked at me like I was crazy and exclaimed, “Are you nuts?!! You’re beautiful!”

He dropped to his knees between my legs and rested his hot, sweaty palms on my thighs. In a reverent voice he exclaimed, “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful!”

Personally, I’ve never thought the female sex organ was all that attractive. But I can’t help noticing that most guys seem fond of them. It’s certainly reassuring to see that look in his eyes as he looks at mine. I caressed his cheek and said, “Take your time. When you’re ready you can start with light caresses and gentle, loving kisses. If you need any advice I’ll give you some suggestions later.”

I closed my eyes and enjoyed Paul’s sometimes clumsy but totally erotic exploration of my lower body. He lightly caressed my mound and teased my very moist slit before carefully spreading me open and looking inside of me. I felt my temperature rising, in part because I can feel the excitement radiating from him. But even more because what I’m doing is so nasty, so sexy I can hardly breathe. I’ve just given a seventeen year old boy, a virgin no less, permission to explore my body at will. It isn’t the most exciting thing I’ve done lately. But it’s something I’d never have done before I let myself get talked into acting in a scene from a dirty movie. Until that moment I don’t think I truly appreciated how exciting it is to give over control of your body to another person.

I only had to offer him advice once. He zeroed in on my swollen clit and I had to ask him to be a little more gentle. He apologized and immediately backed off. I smiled and explained that it’s okay to tease it. It’s more than okay; it’s wonderful. But, especially when I’m as aroused as I am now, my clit is hypersensitive. It’s better for me if he just teases the sensitive flesh around it.

He explored a little more after that, probing my pussy with one finger and then with two. Then, finally, he leaned forward and began to lightly kiss my upper thighs, my lower belly and then my mound. For a virgin who has never seen a pussy before he did a very good job. I let him know it, too. I praised him in panting breaths. I told him what a good job he’s doing and urged him on.

I had my first orgasm when he ran his warm, wet tongue through my slit and up over my clit. It could have been better if he’d kept going but he stopped with his face hovering in place and his warm breath wafting over my pussy to watch me while I climaxed. Only as my tightly clenched muscles began to relax did he resume; licking my tight, needy slit again and then tentatively working his tongue inside.

He quickly brought me to another orgasm but this time he kept going, bringing about a small chain of mild but pleasant climaxes. I finally had to reach down and lift his face while I caught my breath. Between panting breaths I smiled down at him and told him what a good job he’s doing. Then I asked him if he’s enjoying it.

His answer was a huge smile. I sat up, leaned forward, kissed him and said, “Me, too.”

I reached down and lightly caressed his throbbing cock. His eyes snapped shut and he moaned loudly. I kissed him again and asked, “Would you like me to suck your cock again or are you ready to move on to the real deal?”

He exclaimed, “Oh god! I want to ... you know. I want to put it in you. I want to know what it feels like.”

I chuckled quietly and said, “I’m told it feels pretty good.”

I turned and stretched out on my back in the middle of my bed. I spread my legs and held out my arms. He jumped to his feet and looked down at me for about a fraction of a second before climbing onto the bed and hovering over me. He looked into my eyes while I reached down, wrapped my hand around his cock and guided him into me.

I watched his face as he slowly buried his cock in my body. His eyes grew huge but were kind of glazed over. He muttered, “Oh my god!” over and over and continued to mutter it long after his cock bottomed out inside of me.

Don’t misunderstand. I’m not a detached observer. I love the way it feels when a guy puts his cock inside of me; especially when he does it in one long, slow stroke the way Paul just did. But watching his face as he experienced this wonderful feeling for the first time is a huge turn on.

He finally seemed to focus on me. We looked into each other’s eyes and with that look of awe still on his face he exclaimed, “I had no idea! I mean I knew it must be great. A lot of people like doing it. But ... Jesus! I never want this to end!”

I smiled and said, “It gets better.”

Paul began to slowly pump his cock in and out of me. At this point he needed no further advice from me. Everyone knows how this part works. It felt very nice but it obviously felt even better for him. I knew he wouldn’t last long and I knew I wouldn’t get to climax. But that’s okay. I’m used to that. I only reach orgasm about half the time when I’m being fucked. That isn’t a complaint. From what I’ve heard that’s a far better average than most women experience. Even when I don’t climax, though, I usually enjoy it. I get turned on and I’ve been lucky enough that most of my partners have been nice enough to see to it that I have an orgasm one way or another.

As expected, Paul didn’t last very long. He came quickly and loudly and as he was climaxing I pulled him down on top of me. I held him tight and kissed him, enjoying his orgasm nearly as much as he did.

His orgasm quickly faded and he came to his senses. He lifted his weight off of me but didn’t get up. He stayed there with his still hard cock buried in me and in between panting breaths he told me how wonderful I am and how great it had been for him. I had no trouble believing him. I still remember my first time vividly. It had been a disaster for both me and my partner but it was still incredible.

Paul was still talking about how wonderful it was when he started to slowly move in and out of me again. I smiled and wondered if he’d last long enough this time for me to join him in orgasm. I’m feeling very turned on, as much by his reaction as by the stimulation I’m receiving. In fact, we were both so turned on, so involved in our own pleasure that we didn’t realize Paul’s little sister had entered my little one room apartment and is now standing just inside the door recording us on her cell phone!

We didn’t realize it until I climaxed from the additional stimulation of an unexpected second round and my orgasm set him off. We weren’t aware of Erica’s presence until we heard her applauding! We both turned and then scrambled up out of bed and into our clothes. She must have found it amusing. She lifted her phone and started recording again. That was when we realized how much trouble we’re in.

We were still putting our clothes on when Erica calmly but somewhat sarcastically explained, “The movie sucked so we left early. Mom sent me down to see if Paul was down here. I knocked but no one answered your door. I heard what I thought might be the sounds of a struggle so I eased the door open. It was a struggle alright!”

There was a brief pause before she added, “You two know I own your asses now, right?”

Paul and I glanced at each other guiltily for a moment. Then I turned back to Erica and asked, “What do you want?”

She chuckled smugly and replied, “I want for nothing now. I have two slaves. What more could I ask for. You’ll both do anything I want from now on because if you don’t, one of you goes to jail for corrupting a minor and the other, well, Paul we can only imagine what our parents would do with you if they saw the little movie I just recorded. Dad would probably just kick your ass and ground you for the rest of your life. Mom, on the other hand, would make your life a living hell. You know I’m not exaggerating. Life as you know it would be over.”