Chapter 17

As an early Christmas present, he got a new car from his parents, a blue Ford Bronco. He was completely shocked, and Jen teased him. Her own parents were completely clueless, she thought disgustedly, as Ryan started driving down now to see her late at night, and she sneaked him in through her side door.

As soon as he walked into her room that first late night, she pulled him onto her bed. They kissed, and she rubbed him through his clothes. Laying on his back, she climbed onto him, kissing his neck and rubbing against him. He pulled her shirt off, licking her nipples and her ears. No words were spoken, it was all automatic. She sucked him until he came, while he bit his lip so as not to scream. Still horny, he rolled onto her and continued sucking her breasts, which had "exploded" as he had said, since she started taking the pill. He slid down her naked body, dragging the blankets with him as he started kissing her stomach, rubbing her between her legs while she moaned softly.

He looked up at her, whispering, "Do you want me too?"

She nodded, and he responded by burying his face between her thighs. She gasped as his virgin tongue went to work on her, licking up her juices and sucking her tender inner lips. Writhing in pleasure, she started groaning so much he had to shush her, to remind her her parents were down the hall.

Ryan thought he had never eaten something so delicious in all his life, and his mind spun from her reactions to it. She arched her back, grinding her sopping cunt into his mouth. He nearly came when she did that.

She couldn't believe the sensations. She wished it would never end. He started sucking her clitoris. This pressure began building, this huge pressure, and she thought she was going to burst. Her clit became extremely sensitive, and hurt as he sucked it directly.

Oh fuck, she thought, suddenly scooting up against her headboard, away from him.

"What?" he whispered.

"Stop," she whispered back.

"Why?" he asked, not believing his ears. He was sure she hadn't cum yet.

"Because!" she said. She was relieved, once again sure she had control of her bladder. She'd been petrified she was going to urinate. That would have been horrible.

"You didn't cum!"

"Shit! I thought I was gonna piss," she whispered, shaking her head.

"No! You were gonna cum!" He was pretty sure anyway. What if she had pissed though? Yuk!

The incredible pressure was gone. Her heart still pounded, but she felt relieved. She lay back down on her side, pulling the blankets up to fight the draft. He came up with them, pulling her to him and ki ssing her.

"Stay here tonight," she whispered. "I'll set my alarm so you can get up early."

"Okay. Let me keep doing it," he suggested, annoyed slightly.

"No... Really."

He didn't argue, but led her hands to his hardon, which rubbd against her. She gripped him, and rubbed him a few times. That was all he needed; he shot cum all over both of them.

They laid in the dark, holding each other.

"I liked doing it," he said, though that was obvious. "Remember you said I might not like it? Well, I do!" he whispered in her ear.

"That's good," she smiled. "I like you doing it too!"

Later that week they were in the hot tub, in his backyard. His family had all gone shopping. It was almost evening, and starting to get chilly. But they were hot of course, making out and fondling each other in the hot water. They hadn't bothered with swim suits.

He was between her thighs, her legs clasped around his hips. His cock touched her clit, making her gasp. It drooped lower, where it belonged. She didn't protest it being there. She kissed him wildly still, her hands running through his wet hair.

He pushed it forward, and the tip pressed into her. She didn't notice; it felt nice, no pain at all. He thrust deeper. It didn't go in, because she screamed from the pain of her hymen stretching, pushing him away from her.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"What? I thought you wanted it."

She rolled her eyes disgustedly at him, getting out of the hot tub and wrapping the towel around her. Shivering, she snatched up her clothes and hurried into the house. Ryan trailed after her, dripping water all over the floor.

"What? God, Jen! Don't be so pissed."

Drying off in his room, she wouldn't talk to him. Finally, he took her clothes away and put them behind him, out of her reach.

"Give me my clothes!" she demanded.

"No. Don't be mad!" he ordered back.

"You give me my fucking clothes this minute!" she seethed.

"What's the matter?!? Come on, I'm really sorry. I thought you knew I was gonna do it," he said honestly.

She stared at him, wrapped in the towel. "You think, after all this time, that I would want to do it--lose my virginity--in the hot tub?" she demanded. "You must not know me that well, do you?"

"I don't know. The hot tub's kinda nice."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Give me my clothes now."

"No."

"Fine. I'll call my parents, and tell them to pick me up and bring me clothes because you stole mine and won't give them back."

He looked at her. She looked at him. They both started to laugh at the idea.

But she was still mad; she scowled at him.

"Am I a jerk?" he asked.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

"Whoopee."

"The hot tub isn't nice?"

"Not especially."