Blake Takes Her Home

Blake Takes Her Home

She was young and horny, but she found herself nervous. It was her first time doing anything like this. She had always played hard to get and had never let any guy get too close. But there is a first time for everything, she thought. Sammi was nineteen, and this was her first time going home with a guy. She was unsure exactly how it would go down; would it be slow and romantic, or fiery and passionate? All she knew was that this was not how she had pictured her first time.

She admired the apartment, the leather upholstery, the fine wooden furniture. Blake walked in from the kitchen. She liked Blake even though Sammi had only known him for a short two hours. He was tall, thin, and though he was not musclebound, he was very well-toned. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans, and a blue collared shirt, its sleeves rolled to his elbows. Underneath was a black tank top, and it highlighted his form well. She was not dressed as nicely, but she was dressing to attract a man's attention, not to look classy.

Sammi wore a pink V-neck blouse and a short denim skirt. She was the tallest of her sisters, standing 5'4", and her long, slender legs had often drawn the eyes of many a man. She was very slim, only 115 pounds, yet her hips were wide, and her buttocks were thick, and it was pure muscle. Her abs were tight, the result of hours of hard workouts at the local gym, and she was well-endowed with a large chest, a pair of natural 42D breasts, which were perky and round. Her skin was tan and smooth, and sported a tattoo across her lower back, a small pink heart on either side of a little blue butterfly. Her face was blemish-free, and her smile was radiant. Straight, white teeth, not even one out of place behind luscious, soft lips, which were coated lightly in shiny pink gloss. Her eyes were rich emerald green, and her eyelashes long and thick. Her silky blonde hair fell just to her shoulders, the envy of her sisters, who were all brunettes.

As Blake walked in, he offered Sammi a drink. "No thanks," she replied. She was not very thirsty, because all she could think about was how her first time might turn out. She was sure she could deliver, because she had picked up some tips from her friends when she was in high school, but what if she froze up? She could not wait for it to begin so she could just find out.

Blake sat down next to her, and they chatted for a while. After an hour of talking, flirting, and laughing with each other, Sammi just came out with it. "I'm sorry Blake, I just don't think I'm ready," she said, her voice shaking. "I'd think we should wait until next time we hook up."

With a disappointed sigh, Blake rose from the couch. "That's understandable," he replied, though she knew he was lying. "Would you like to go out and get a bite to eat?"

"Sure. That sounds great. Let me get my things." She moved to the coat rack and retrieved her purse. As they left the apartment, they began to talk again. For hours they talked, even during their meal the chatter kept a consistent pace. As they returned to Blake's car, it began to rain. He ran to the car and opened her door for her. As they settled into the car, their chatter ended for the first time since they had left the apartment. An awkward silence choked them. Sammi caught Blake staring at her chest a few times, and true to her teasing yet hard-to-get nature, she leaned back a little, breathing heavier, slower, as to make her breasts rise teasingly. Hardly able to contain himself, Blake started up the car, but it soon died.
 
"I'll call a cab," Blake mumbled as he reached for his phone.

"No wait, I have an idea. Why don't we run to your apartment in the rain? It could be kind of... spontaneous!" Sammi exclaimed. "I could just spend the night at your apartment if that's all right with you. But I have to have your word; no funny business."
"Sure, but I only have one bed. If you want, I could sleep on the couch," Blake replied.

"No, I trust you. If you give me your word, I trust you," she said. "Just promise me you'll be on your best behavior."

"Okay. If I misbehave you can spank me," he chuckled. "You have my word."

The two ran home through the rain, and when Blake's apartment was in sight, Sammi slowed and grabbed Blake's hand. They strolled back, as the rain had begun to slow.

"You know, you'll be the first guy I've ever... given myself to," Sammi whispered in his ear. "I'm so excited, so wet. And not from the rain...."

"If you keep talking like that, I won't be able to promise you anything," he said. "I can barely contain myself as it is." He paused. "You're so beautiful," he said, brushing her hair back.

He was twenty-two and had never been very lucky with the ladies. He was no stranger to sex, but something usually came up that prevented him from sealing the deal. An emergency call from his brother, an unexpected visit from his mother, a phone call from a drunken friend pleading for a ride home - the list goes on. But he had a special feeling about Sammi. She was not the usual barstool trash that looked to find a nightly companion. Sammi was very... "friendly," but she was still a virgin, and did not give herself out easily. Yet... here she was, with a guy she had only met just a few hours ago, about to spend the night at his place. But Blake did not care. He just wanted to take Sammi into his bedroom and make her his.

She was very attracted to him, a tall, fit man with chestnut brown hair, and even darker eyes. He was about 160lbs, all muscle, and her facial features were well-proportioned. His shoulders were broad, and he was a warm, kind person, and he made her feel safe. But at the same time, he was a person, and Sammi knew he would be able to go the distance and make her have an extraordinary orgasm. She could barely wait, but something felt wrong about now. Soon, but not now.

As they walked through the door to his apartment, she put her purse back down near the door, and stood in the middle of the room, unable to sit because of her wet clothes.

"I don't know what you want to do about your wet clothes," Blake said from under the towel he was drying his hair with.

"How about I get out of them," she responded jokingly.

"If you want, I can throw those in the drier for you and you can borrow a tee and some jeans while."

"That won't be necessary, I trust you," she said.

"Now you're just trying to be a tease," he said, a little upset.

"No, I'm sorry. You are right, I am doing that to be a tease. But you must understand, I have slept in the nude before, I was not thinking about it that much. Sorry."

"It's okay, I'm just really trying to resist you," he said as he passed her the towel. She dried her hair before deciding to turn it in.

"I think I'll call it a day," she said. Which door is the bedroom?" He pointed to the door off to the left of the room they were in. "I'll get into the bed, then you can come in, so you won't see anything."

She walked through the doorway, lingering there for a moment, giving Blake a view of her incredible behind. She hung her clothes over a small wooden chair in his room. She crawled into his bed and pulled the covers up to cover her bulging breasts. "You can come in now."

He walked in and removed his jeans, as well as his collared shirt, and crawled in next to her. "Goodnight," Sammi said as Blake turned off the lights. An hour passed, and his mind kept focusing on the image of Sammi's body, covered by his bedsheets. Just one more night and she should be his. He thought about her in the car, taunting him with her breasts, and about the way she stood in the door to his bedroom just a moment longer than she needed to, or the way she would bend over to pick something up. He got hard thinking of her and shifted his weight on the bed to get comfortable. His leg accidentally brushed her buttocks, and her smooth skin was unbearably soft. He clutched at his groin, trying to keep himself under control.

He could not fight it any longer. His hand slowly began to stroke his cock, and he thought about Sammi. He could not resist just one more feel, so he reached slowly with his other hand and lightly ran his fingers across her rear. Her unconscious form adjusted itself a little, but she did not wake. Lust overtook him and he gave her a light squeeze. She stirred once more and turned her head to face Blake.

"What's up? Am I too far over to your side?" she asked groggily.

"No, just moving around a bit. Sorry to disturb you."

"Hmm, your bed is so soft," she whispered, once again shifting herself on the bed. She moved a little too close and brushed against the bulge in his boxers. "Oh, is THAT what you woke me about?" she said with a grin.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I know, I gave you, my word. I'll go out on the couch." He began to swing a leg out of bed when she stopped him.
"No, it's okay. You know, you are big. I just hope there's enough room in the bed, so this doesn't happen again." She reached behind her and grasped his cock. She lightly stroked it and pulled it slightly closer to herself. "If I do this for you, will you go to sleep after, or are you going to keep waking me up?" she joked.

"Mm, that's amazing, your skin is so soft and smooth, even the palm of your hands. If you do this for me, I swear on my life I will wait until you're ready."

She rubbed it a little faster and brushed the tip of his cock against her buttocks. This sent a wave of pleasure through Blake's body. He had never in his entire life felt something like this; her skin was perfect, down to the very last inch. She was soft and smooth, and her body was just ripe for sex. But he would have to wait.

She continued working his cock and reached with her free hand for a tissue. As she felt him throb more in her grip and readied the tissue. He released with a heavy sigh, a groan. "Sorry to bother you, but I believe this is yours," she said after he had a minute to savor the hand job, she had just given him. She held the tissue out for him, now wrapped in another tissue to keep it contained. He got up and tossed it in the bathroom. When he got back, he rubbed her shoulder and thanked her, but she had already fallen back asleep.

The next morning, she woke and dressed before he was up. She nudged him quickly and said her goodbyes, telling him she would be back later tonight, and that they could finish what was started last night. She left, and they both went through their day, each thinking and fantasizing about the other. At one point during one of her classes, Sammi had begun to rub herself through her clothes, her hand invisible under her desk. She only stopped when class ended, and once her day was over, she raced back to her apartment to get ready for tonight.

She showered, spraying herself below with her showerhead, still thinking about Blake. After she was done, she put on a loose green low cut-tee, a tight little black short, and a pair of black high-heels. She sprayed some of her sexiest perfume, put in her favorite earrings, and walked to her car. When she arrived, her knock was answered almost immediately. He was as horny as she was.

She walked right in, giving Blake a brush across the belt with her fingers. He could feel himself begin to harden slightly already. She pulled him down onto the couch with her, and they began to kiss passionately. She slipped him the tongue; a move Blake was not expecting from her. He planned to make all the first moves.

After kissing for only 15 minutes, she grabbed his hand and pulled him up. She led him to his wooden kitchen chair and sat him in it. She stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders and kissing his neck. He slumped a little, feeling relaxed, but at the same time aroused. This girl was too good to be true. She ran her hands down his chest and then walked around to the front of him. She bent over right in front of him, her fine rear looking amazing. Then, she turned and kissed him deeply. He was able to see down her shirt slightly, and he got harder. She turned back away from him, only to sink into his lap, grinding against his groin, rhythmically, in a circular motion. Just when he thought he could not take any more, she turned around in his lap, straddling him, with one arm around the back of his neck, the other hand resting teasingly in his lap. She slowly ground him back and forth, getting him harder and harder.

Blake never knew his cock could get this hard, but he liked it. Already this girl was taking him to new places sexually, and they were both still fully clothed. He could not wait until the clothes were off.

She stood, then began to sink slowly to her knees. She stroked his growing bulge through his jeans, and slowly began to open his pants. She unzipped his jeans, then his button. Sammi stroked his cock so lightly he could barely feel it, yet he still felt immense pleasure from it. She kissed his cock through the boxers, and then slipped two fingers in through the opening. she rubbed with just two fingers for a moment, watching his face. Slowly, she lowered her head and began to slide his shirt upwards with her teeth. Her lip dragged slightly across the abdomen, and his stomach tensed; he let out a brief groan, stroking her hair. She finished removing his shirt with her hands and began to pull his boxers from him.