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EROTIC FICTION | TABOO | ROMANCE

Strawberry Blonde Forever

Is Morgan her first?

The beautiful Diane has invited three friends to her house after school. Morgan learns everything there is to know about her.

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“Morgan, I know you watch me in English class,” Diane said, as she cupped his family jewels. “Why don’t you ever talk to me?”

I hesitated, and answered, “I, uh, I always thought you were busy. Guys hang around you all the time.”

“Hmm, they hang around, but I don’t necessarily like them. You should not assume I’m busy. The rumors you hear are not true.” She lowered her chin but raised her eyes to give her expression a mysterious aura. “You know, I asked Jack to bring you today.”

Of course I didn’t know this. My jaw dropped as I searched for the proper words to respond. Thank you. Why, that’s marvelous. WhooHoo. Silence hung while I failed to find the appropriate reply. I wondered if she had manipulated the matchstick drawing to ensure I was the first one.

However, Diane didn’t let the silence dangle. She parted her lips with a sigh which reminded me of Tiffany Case in the recent James Bond movie. “Do you have a rubber?” she asked.

“Yes.” I fished my reserve condom from the inner fold of my wallet. As I tore it open, she took it from my hands.

“May I, please?”

I nodded.

With her left hand, she gripped my bone-hard shaft. She squeezed it and smiled, apparently pleased with my iron hardness. With her right hand, she pressed the condom to my tip. She began to slowly unroll it, sliding it onto my rod.

This was when disaster struck.

The instant her fingers grazed along the sensitive underside of my glands, my cock erupted.

“Oh, God!” I groaned, as my dick spasmed in her hand.

She quickly pushed the condom on to capture the spend spewing from my throbbing cock.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry,” I said.

“Nothing to worry about. It happens.”

Her left hand cupped my clenching balls; her fingertips massaged the fleshy spot behind the scrotum. Her right hand squeezed and stroked my pulsating tool. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the wash of pleasure. As my ejaculation ended, she kissed me. This time, she sucked my tongue into her mouth. She looked down and flicked a finger against the flooded tip of the condom.

“You know, you really need to beat off more often,” she said, and giggled.

I didn’t mention that if I masturbated more frequently, my tool would probably fall off.

She squeezed it. “It’s still hard. Do you want to put it in? You won’t need a rubber.” She didn’t wait for an answer; she began to roll the condom off my cock; careful to retain my spend. She wiped me clean with the corner of the sheet and laid back. Holding her eyes focused on mine, she lifted her knees, and parted her legs. Her lady bits opened, glistening with her moisture.

Lying atop her, I slid my tool inside her wet entrance. It slipped in easily. Never before had I been inside a woman without wearing a condom. The warm sensation was glorious. I thrust in and out.

“Ooh,” she moaned. “This is my first time.”

“What?”

She giggled and stroked my back. “Not that. I mean my first time to have a man inside without a rubber.” She held me with her thighs. She wrapped her arms around me. I wanted to show her a good time; I wanted to bring her to climax, but my cock was deflating.

“I’m sorry,” I said, giving up on the effort.

“It’s okay, really. Just hold still.” She crossed her ankles behind my back. Her heel pressed into my butt. “I like the way it feels. You know, with you inside me bareback — no rubber.” She kissed me; I pulled her tongue into my mouth.

Eventually, my soft member slipped out. She pulled away from me and wrapped the sheet around her shoulders.

“Listen, Morgan, why don’t you go reload that weapon. If there’s time, you can have another go after the others.”

Dejected, but feeling surprisingly good about it, I quickly dressed. As I left, Jocko was waiting by the door.

“You took long enough,” he growled. “Did you leave any for me?” he asked.

“The lady begged for a second orgasm.” I chuckled. “What gentleman would refuse.”

Closing my mind to what was happening in Diane’s bedroom, I went into the bathroom, wrapped a bit of toilet paper around the used condom, and flushed it. This was not the accepted means of disposal, but I couldn’t leave it in the trash. Likewise, I was not going to carry it in my pocket. The city sewage system would just have to cope with it.

I joined Gary in the living room. From his expression, I could see he wanted to say something; ask something about my experience. But, he decided to stay silent.

A surprisingly few minutes later, Jocko came out. He gave Gary a mock punch to the shoulder as they passed in the hallway.

When Gary came out, she followed him. She was wearing a baby-blue, plush terrycloth robe. Using my Superman x-ray vision, I imagined her nude body. Giving her a long once-over, I noticed her pink toenails for the first time.

She said, “Thanks for stopping by, boys. I had a lot of fun.” Apparently, she had forgotten her promise of giving me another round. Just as well, I didn’t think sufficient time had passed for my weapon to reload.

She kissed Jocko and Gary. When she kissed me, her warm hand found mine.

Gary unlocked the front door and led the way back to his El Camino. Sitting in the truck bed, as we pulled away from the curb, I looked into the palm of my hand. I stared at the small, folded square of paper she had slipped to me. Opening it, I read, “Tomorrow, 1 pm. Knock three times.” It took a moment for me to recall that tomorrow was Saturday. And, the popular song by Tony Orlando & Dawn had been playing on her radio while I had been inside her.

Diane had not forgotten her promise.

Monday, I eagerly awaited English class. It was the only class I had with Diane. I waited by the door as the other students filed in and took their seats. I wanted to wait for Diane. I wanted to speak to her; if only, to say, “Hello.” Unfortunately, she was a no show.

When the bell rang, I turned in the English assignment — on time. Diane had taken her English book home. Sitting naked on her bedroom floor, we had completed the assignment together while taking a break from sex. She had said, “My family went fishing at the lake. I told my mother I had too much school work and couldn’t go.” My stamina had been outstanding. We made love three times. Between sex romps we had studied and I had polished her toenails a lime green color.

I took my seat. A moment later, the classroom door opened and Diane walked in.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Grey, I got held up in the…” She left the implication she had been stuck in the bathroom unfinished.

“Please take your seat, Miss Waterford.”

As she sat, she glanced toward me. We locked eyes for a second, and then she looked away.

Mr. Grey paced along his path between the seats and droned on about Shakespeare. I wasn’t paying attention; I was watching Diane. She was wearing a short denim skirt and bobby socks with her loafers. I was watching, anticipating the parting of her thighs so I could see what panties she had chosen; her legs were bare, I would have an excellent view. I was distracted in this chore because I was also watching her eyes, waiting for recognition of the special Saturday afternoon we had shared. But, she resisted looking at me. She glanced back and forth between Mr. Grey and her notebook.

Then, she shifted position. Her knees came up an inch and parted. Staring up the tunnel between her creamy thighs, I saw pink — pink flesh and strawberry blonde curls.

Her knees snapped closed, and my eyes jumped to hers. She was staring at me, grinning. She really had been held up in the bathroom. She had removed her panties just to give me a thrill. I realized I had passed through a doorway to a new experience; I was in love!

THE END

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