Lustful Affairs (Erotica)

I was surprised, but I wasn’t.

I mean, yeah why would he be at my door when my brother left an hour ago? But something was different tonight. There was an energy between us, that hadn’t been there before. He said “Hey” and smiled at me, but differently than usual. I’d known him for years, but for the first time he wasn’t looking at me like I was Kevin’s little sister.

Of course, if I had known he would come back, I probably would be dressed differently. Once him and Kevin left the house, I went and changed. Little white tank top and flannel pajama pants. My typical uniform after 9 p. m.

In retrospect, maybe I always knew he was coming back, but being so young and naive, there’s no way I could have truly known.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked.

“Sure.” he replied.

It was so obvious to both of us. There wasn’t any “What are you doing here?” Or, “Kevin hasn’t come back yet.” He was clearly there to see me, and I was clearly okay with it. We were only pretending that this was awkward and new. Kevin was still at his girlfriend’s house, and Jerry knew that our parents were out of town. There was, really, no reason to ask why he was at the house.

Being his best friend’s little sister, I can’t say that this was a long time coming. In fact, for several years he was like a second big brother to me. He picked on me, I annoyed him… Sometimes he was friendly and sweet. But I never really felt an attraction before. But like I said, something was different tonight. Earlier when he was hanging out with my brother, there was something different. He talked to me like I was older, more like the college girls he’d been hanging out with for the last year. And something about that made me act more mature towards him. We flirted more, playfully hit each other, etc. It felt like we were peers, for the first time.

We sat on the couch and chatted. Looking into each other’s eyes, like two people who are clearly into each other. We smiled a lot, touched hands, and laughed. I wasn’t a confident teenager, but I felt totally at home with him. I knew he was there to see me, which had to mean he was into me. That made me feel good, and it was easy to act like this was nothing new.

We talked about relationships, and dating, feeling each other out. He wanted to know if I had a boyfriend. I didn’t. I asked about the girls at college, he downplayed it – making sure I knew girls were into him, but also making himself sound available. There was no doubt where this was going. Only, I’m not so sure he knew that I had never been with a guy before.

But it didn’t matter. I wanted him, and he wanted me… it was only a matter of how we’d make that happen.

We talked, and laughed, and playfully hit each other. Then the playful hits became tickles. And before I knew it, I was on top of him with his arms around my waist.

What now? We stared into each other’s eyes and smiled. “Hi”, I said. He smiled, and said hey. And then we kissed. This wasn’t an awkward High School kiss. Or a simple peck. The sexual energy between us had been building all night, and we were both ready for this.

My tongue slid into his mouth, and he squeezed my waist tighter. I’d only kissed two boys before this point, and neither of them were in this position, with me laying on top of him. Maybe that’s why it was so easy to feel how hard he was through his jeans.

One hand worked its way down to my ass. The other stayed on my waist. We kissed deep and passionately, and I pushed my hips harder against him. I loved the way it felt, even though they were two layers of pants between us. Even though I had never had sex before, just the idea of him pushing against me, was enough for me to know that I would love this.

He pushed on my ass, so that I could push closer against his hard cock, and I moaned for the first time.

He must have loved the way that sounded, because I felt him throb and get harder from underneath his jeans.

Our tongues danced as I started grinding against him. Both hands return to my waist, and he held me tighter.

His hand crept beneath my shirt, and for the first time, I felt his hands on my bare skin. I instantly got goosebumps from his touch, and I wanted his hands to keep roaming my body.

As his hand inched up my back, I was grinding harder against him, and breathing deeper. I had never experienced anything remotely close to this, but he seemed like an old pro. For whatever reason, that turned me on. Who knows how many slutty college girls he had been with by this point, but the fact that he was on my couch and wanted me made me feel like the sexiest girl in the world.

I sat up, slid off my shirt, and stood up to look at him. “Let’s go to my room,” I said. I’d like to think I sounded confident and suggestive, but really, I was afraid of Kevin coming home and finding us.

He followed me to my room, shut the door behind him, and instantly grab my waist. Pulling me tight to him, he started kissing my neck – the goosebumps returned with a vengeance. Any air of confidence I had given off before, was instantly gone. I was totally out of my league – breathing heavily with my knees shaking as hands wandered up and down my back, and his lips moved all around my neck and shoulders.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

I couldn’t say anything or do anything. I stood frozen in his arms, just breathing heavily. Before I knew it, he undid my bra and stepped away from me. No guy had ever seen me like this before, and I was terrified that he would change his mind now that he saw me at my most vulnerable.

Instead, he came at me with more intensity then before, grabbed my ass, and slid his tongue into my mouth. I put my hand on his face, and he grabbed my leg and propped it up. I wanted his tongue deeper inside my mouth, and I wanted to be closer to him than before.

The fear, and the goose bumps, vanished. I returned to a state of pure passion and desire, and started slowly backing up towards my bed. He followed me, and I casually fell back on the bed. He stood above me and looked at me once again. All I could do was stare into his eyes and hope that he would join me.

He did. He climbed on top of me, and immediately started sucking on my tits. Hungrily going back and forth from one to the other. I was too naive to know what base this was, but any fear I had about going all the way was now gone. I moaned out, and ran my fingers through his hair. He loved it. Maybe he knew I was a virgin. Maybe not. Either way, he knew how turned on I was by him, and it made him even hotter for me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist again, as he laid on top of me, and feasted on my breasts. I breathed harder. I moaned louder. I pulled his head closer. I had never experienced anything like this, but I wanted even more.

Obviously, he did too. With his arms around my waist, he gradually slid his hands down to grab the elastic of my pajama pants.

He slid them down, and I assisted… wiggling my hips so they could be pulled lower. His fingertips grazed my ass as he slowly undressed me. He started kissing lower. Down to my rib cage, lower to my stomach. Everywhere he kissed felt warm and got me more excited.

Next thing I knew, my pants were down below my knees. I can’t explain it, but I froze again. Maybe it was cause we were moving so quickly. The goose bumps returned, and I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was look down at him, with his head below my tummy, and wait to see what he would do with me now at my most vulnerable.

An Old Pro, indeed. He looked up at me and smiled. He kissed me on my tummy, and started working his lips lower. I was anxious, and scared, and trembling with anticipation. He kept kissing lower, and as soon as I thought he was about to put his lips to my untouched pussy, he stopped.

I could feel his breath grazing my pussy lips, and it turned me on so much. But he never put his lips to them. Instead, he kissed my thigh. Licking between my legs and hovering his lips above my pussy. At the time, I thought maybe he was scared too. Maybe it was his first time also. Looking back, though, he knew exactly what he was doing. He had probably done this dozens of times before. No, he wasn’t scared. He wanted this just as bad as I did. But he wanted me to ask him for it.