Twenty-Five Pairs by T.S. Severe
Chapter Five Harden, Utah 2010
When I was thirteen everything changed. Me and the world. Everything.
"This isn't the Dairy Queen." I giggled nervously.
It was a good kind of nervous though, like helium inside my heart, lifting it up and I had to swallow hard to keep it where it belonged.
"Yeah." Josh sighed and I thought he was the most handsome man in the world.
Not a boy. Josh was a man, eighteen years old and tall and strong. His hair was short and brown, his eyes colored like rich Kansas earth. Brown and flecked with gold and shining under the moon and a million stars. They were ripe with promise and everytime he looked at me it hurt, but only cause I never wanted him to stop. He could look at me forever and I'd be happy.
"I'm gonna go there someday." I said, looking up and it was like looking down. I felt like I was falling.
"Where?" Josh laughed softly. "The Dairy Queen?"
"No." I laughed too. "Up there."
"That's a long ways away." Josh decided and we were laying on a blanket, on the cool grass and the dew was starting. I could feel the air damp as it blew across my ankles.
"Uh-huh." I nodded. "I'm going to be an astronaut. The first woman on Mars maybe."
"I'm going to be the foreman at my dad's lumber mill." Josh said and we were quiet for a couple minutes. "You think there's trees on Mars?"
"Yeah." I said, taking a happy breath and I turned onto my left side, facing Josh as he lay on his back.
"Good." He nodded. "If you go to Mars you're gonna need a house."
"A big one." I agreed.
He was turning on his right side, facing me and I felt so small. The sky was so big and Josh was so strong and the earth was moving beneath me, and I was so small I couldn't even tell.
"I love you Jennifer." He told me and I believed him.
"I'm only thirteen." I giggled.
"So?" Josh moved his hand, his left one towards me, but he didn't touch me at all and I was stroking that blanket like a kitten.
"So...I don't know." I shrugged. "I'm not even a real person yet, maybe."
"Yeah you are." Josh smiled at me. "You're the most real person I know."
"You only met me Monday." I closed my eyes. "Not even a week yet."
"I know." He said softly.
"You don't think it takes longer than that?" I looked at him again and he was brighter, just a little.
"No." Josh pulled his lips down. "I knew as soon as I saw you."
"You did not." I giggled.
"Yeah, I did." He nodded seriously.
"Okay." I sucked my bottom lip and I wondered how long I was gonna have to wait until he kissed me, cause we could both feel it coming. Like there was lightning in the air waiting to strike.
"Do you love me?" He asked and there was a tremor in his voice, right at the end, and I wanted to catch it in my hands and hold it.
"Josh?" I couldn't answer him right away.
"Yeah?"
"I'm scared." I whispered and my tummy hurt and I touched it, poking it and looking down cause his eyes were too soft.
"Me too." Josh told me. "I'm scared of you."
"Yeah." I nodded. "It's like being afraid of God, sorta."
"I know." He was whispering too.
"What if you stop loving me some day?" I asked him.
"I won't."
"That'll hurt so much." I blinked because my eyes were getting wet.
"I'll never hurt you, Jen." He wanted to touch me, but he didn't.
"I want to say it." I grabbed a fistful of blanket and squeezed. "More than anything in the world."
"But you're just thirteen." The boy smiled sadly and I nodded and we didn't say anything for a long time.
"Would you wait for me, Josh?" I asked him.
"Yeah." He swallowed thickly and his eyes didn't waver from mine.
"Even if I went all the way to Mars?"
"Yeah."
"I love you, Josh."
He touched me, the tips of his fingers finding my cheek wet and warm, and I turned my head, kissing his hand. I don't know why, I just did it like that and he moved closer, we both did. I put my right hand on his side, feeling his body beneath his shirt and we were so close then. His breath was on my face and I moved, my nose touching his, rubbing against each other just like that.
"What did my dad tell you?" I asked him, feeling his lips brushing mine as I spoke.
"That I had to respect you." Josh smiled. "That no means no."
I giggled and blinked my eyes and Josh was so close all I could see was him. Our eye lashes were almost touching and I felt his thighs against mine, my long skirt askew now, scrunched up so I could feel the cool denim of his jeans against my knees.
"Would you respect me if I said yes?" I asked softly and his eyes widened like I'd known they would.
"I can wait." He told me.
"But you don't want to, do you?" I breathed, leaving my mouth open, tasting the humid air from his lungs as it washed over my tongue.
"I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life." Josh agreed and his own tongue was just there, moving slowly between his lips.
"I know." I giggled and he smiled, but Josh didn't understand yet.
"I can't help how I feel, Jen." Josh said.
"You can touch me." I swallowed hard, blinking into his eyes. "I mean, wherever you want."
"Alright."
"I'm going to touch you, okay?" I asked, moving my hand down his body and Josh was doing the same with mine.
"Yeah." He agreed and then we didn't say anything else for a little bit.
I was frightened, but only because this was new for me and what I most wanted. I was afraid it was too good and I'd have it taken away, like waking up from a dream. People don't get the very best things, do they? The stuff they want most in the whole world, we're not supposed to get that. We live in the middle, making the best out of what we have, that's what my mom had told me once and she was never wrong. That's what was scaring me.
I moved my small hand tentatively to the front of Josh's jeans, to where his penis lay trapped and I hitched a sharp breath as I felt him there. He was hard already, the swollen outline of his cock plain to my fingertips as I traced it slowly and finally curled my hand into half a fist to hold him through the dense material. He wanted me and I felt his manhood throb, rewarding my touch with a small spasm of pleasure, and there came a soft murmur of approval from Josh's throat, like a growl that settled upon my heart,
He was touching me as well, his hand moving across my boyish hip, hardly soft or round at all, to my thigh and down. Josh found the hem of my skirt and then my bare leg, sending a small shiver through me. He was moving so slowly, being so gentle. His hand traveling back up, bringing my skirt with it, his warm calloused palm rubbing my smooth thigh. I was sensitive to every detail, not matter how small, and I imagined I could feel the ridges and grooves of his fingerprints as he explored my trembling flesh.
Josh brought his hand closer and I was touching him by then and now I spread my legs, lifting the right and bending my knee. I was inviting him to touch me and discover all of my secrets. I would hide nothing from him and I gasped sharply as I felt his fingers brush over my panties, the thin pink cotton pulled taut over my aching sex.
He blinked and I moved my own hand to Josh's waist, digging my fingers into his body and wanting desperately to keep him close. His fingers moved slowly, exploring blindly what he didn't understand. I felt Josh's hand closing around the shape of my penis, standing stiff and swollen with my arousal, tenting my panties and already wet with precum. He let go quickly, with a small jerk and his eyes looked confused and then injured, and I did the only thing I could.
I kissed him.
My tongue slipped between Josh's parted lips and then deeper, into the boy's mouth. I tickled him with the tip, coaxing Josh to respond, to forgive my body for being different and not what he'd expected. Josh had been looking for a girl's vulva, a thirteen year old vagina and budding clitoris, a narrow slit with frail lips tucked inside like a flower waiting for her first blossom.
Instead he found a boy hiding there, a cock like his own, ardent and burning with a young girl's passion. I was in love, that was all he had to understand and I tried to explain that with my mouth and with my hands. I was moving, lifting my body so I could touch Josh's face with my left hand, my right returning to his trousers, to his hard cock which hadn't diminished at all with his surprise. He still wanted me, his mind and body filled with desires that he was trying to rationalize. Some part of him resisted, but only weakly and only for as long as it took for him to realize that I was the same person I'd been a moment before.
Nothing had changed...And yet, everything had changed.
Josh was kissing me back, welcoming my tongue and greeting it with his own. I was half–laying atop him now, my smallish breasts pressed against his chest, my fingers playing in his short hair, and my other hand against his swollen cock, massaging him gently through his pants. He was holding me with both hands on my back, rubbing up and down, warming me even more than I already was and I felt as if we were on fire. When I retreated from his mouth, Josh followed quickly and I moaned as his tongue filled me. I sucked it eagerly and whatever I lacked in experience, my new boyfriend happily overlooked it.
We were kissing hard, our heads moving, working our tightly sealed lips against each other so that every part of our union was locked safely away. The air we breathed belonged only to each other, shared between us like our hot saliva as we swallowed the spend of our passion. Josh's fingers found the buttons on the back of my dress and he was undoing them one at a time, clumsy and awkward and teasing me as I felt the cool night air on my flushed skin. I wore no bra and his fingers were soon moving freely across my back. From the odd dimple just above my ass, along my curving spine, to my shoulders; Josh was touching every part of me.
I shrugged my dress off with muffled groans, neither of us willing to break our kiss, but eager to have me undressed completely for him. The front fell low, exposing my puffy nipples, burning cold and itching, and immediately Josh found my breasts with his hands. I gasped and forced my tongue back into his mouth as I pressed my barely developed and girlish chest against his palms. The pressure was heavenly and I wanted more of it. I moved over him, spreading my legs and straddling Josh as he lay on his back. My dress was bunched around my waist and my cock pressed beyond the waistband of my panties as I ground my ass down against the hidden lump of Josh's erection.
Josh took my waist in his strong hands, holding me in place as he lifted with his hips and we were dry humping, his cock pressing against my ass while I dropped my body against his. I was moving wildly, unable to control myself. I rubbed my raw nipples against his chest, feeling the soft cotton of his shirt like it was sandpaper. I lifted my mouth finally, after untold minutes of kissing, just so I could moan loudly into the stillness of the night. I was red faced and panting for air, Josh breathing deep beneath me, smiling and licking his lips. My own felt swollen and bruised and I giggled weakly, rolling my hips and grinding my ass against his cock.
"Do you want to see it?" I asked him, barely able to get the words out and Josh nodded.
"Yeah." He told me. "I want to see everything, okay?"
"Okay." I smiled and his rejection of me was gone, replaced with love and desire, and a curiosity untainted by fear.
I sat up, so that I knelt astride his hips and I pulled my dress up and off, shaking my blonde hair loose. I dropped my dress beside us and looked down at Josh, letting him see me in just my pink panties now. I pulled the front to the side, stretching the thin material and reaching with my other hand to pull my swollen cock and plump little balls free through the left leg band. It stood out from my body, seven inches long and four inches around, wet and glistening in the moonlight with precum. It was large, as big as it had ever been in my life, just like mommy wanted it...Just like Josh wanted it now.
He was smiling as I crawled up his body, sliding my knees forward, left and right and then again, dragging my balls across his shirt and I was bringing my cock to my boyfriend's face, to his mouth as he stared at it. This was we what be both wanted and I didn't know why exactly, but I wasn't fighting it either. My body was producing chemicals, pheromones to fill Josh with a sexual hunger for me and I wondered if his own body wasn't doing the same. It felt like it to me. I wanted to make love to him. I wanted him to love me and this was the proof, the ultimate demonstration of his acceptance.
"Kiss it for me." I whispered and my cock was hanging over Josh's mouth, just an inch above his lips, and I sighed as I felt him lift his head and touch the underside of my glans.
"You're beautiful, Jen." Josh whispered and I didn't doubt him.
Josh kept his hands on my waist and I was the one holding my cock in my small hand, pressing it down so Josh could open his mouth and take me inside. I was making soft happy sounds to join the soft wet sounds Josh was making. He wasn't really good at sucking cock, because he'd never done it before, but he was loving me. He took the head into his mouth and I could feel his tongue working around it. He was licking me and sucking gently, his cheeks going hollow every now and again before his lips would slip and break the suction with a funny slurpy sound. He was pulling me too, bringing me closer, taking more and learning how to do it. I was barely able to control myself, wanting to shove my cock inside him hard, but I didn't.
"Oh...God! Josh!" I was trembling all over and my tummy was tight again, roiling with butterflies as my orgasm came closer.
"Mmphh..." He wasn't letting me go, he just kept his eyes looking up, his lips tight around my cock and I was moving, sliding my dick back and forth like I was fucking him.
"I'm gonna...Cum!" I warned him and I even tried to pull away, just in case he wasn't going to like it, but Josh was holding me tight and he kept his mouth on me.
"Ahhhh! Josh!" I closed my eyes, and thrust my pelvis forward as my balls leaped with a sudden explosion of pleasure.
My cock pulsed rapidly and Josh choked slightly, then swallowed fast. My sperm was spilling from around the shaft, from his lips to run wetly down his cheeks and chin, but still he held me to him. He was eating my cum, as much as he could, and I was dying with the pleasure of it. My cock was spewing that creamy seed like I'd never run out of it. I had my hands on the side of his head, holding and caressing the boy while he drank my love for him.
"Oh, God! Josh...I love you. Oh, that was so good!" I pulled away and he was smiling at me, licking his lips and swallowing.
I pressed my mouth to his, tasting myself like salted honey in Josh's mouth and we shared my orgasm while my softening cock stained his shirt covered stomach. We kissed deeply, our tongues entwined and wrestling and tickling for a good long while. It was beautiful and I needed that time to regain my senses, although that was hardly possible anyway. I was floating on a sea of passion for the man, lost in his strong arms as Josh held my small body against his.
"I can't believe you did that for me." I told him afterwards.
"I wanted to." He smiled. "I told you I love you."
"You don't think it's...Weird?"
"A little, yeah." Josh laughed. "But I don't care. I swear, I've never felt this good about anything."
"Do you want to make love to me?" I asked him and he nodded.
"You know I do." He kissed me gently. "But I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." I giggled. "I promise, you won't hurt me at all."
Josh watched me, propped up on his elbows and not doing anything at all because I wanted to undress him. I took off his boots and then his shirt, and then his pants, moving slowly and deliberately, my own cock now hard again and bobbing up and down with my motion. Josh looked at it and laughed, rolling his eyes.
"What?" I smiled a little self consciously as I pushed his shirt off the boy's broad shoulders.
"I feel drunk." He said. "I must be drunk, this is...Why do you have a dick, Jen?"
I laughed because he wasn't angry or accusing, or even disappointed that I had a penis instead of a vagina, he was just curious. He was smiling at me and flushed hot with excitement. I didn't turn him off at all. Josh loved me and he loved my body too, all of it, and that couldn't just be the pheromones my strange DNA was producing. It was who we were inside our hearts. I think Josh would have loved me anyway. I hoped so, I really did, because the possibility that all of this was merely some trick that nature was playing on Josh...I wanted him to love me, not my pheromones.
"I'm serious." Josh protested, reaching for my cock like he couldn't keep his hands from it suddenly.
"I don't know." I shrugged, pausing and looking down as Josh stroked my cock slowly in his big fist. "I just do."
"You're still a girl though." He said and I nodded happily.
"Yeah." I sighed agreeably. "I am."
"I want to suck it again." Josh told me and he really did, he was moving so that he could get his mouth on my cock once more and I giggled, pushing him away.
"Make love to me first, please?" I whispered. "Then you can suck me some more."
"Promise?" He asked and I laughed.
"Are you okay?" I asked him and Josh shook his head.
"I don't know." He grinned. "I just never tasted anything like that before. Like you, I mean. I want to do it again."
"Heh." I blinked at him because he was so serious and this wasn't what I expected. I mean, it wasn't even what I'd dared hope for. It was way beyond that.
"Just suck me and I'll suck you, okay?" He asked and that was how we ended up side by side on the blanket, my cock in Josh's hungry mouth while I took his strong penis between my lips for the first time.
He was big, almost as big as me maybe. Just as thick, but not so long and my mouth was stretched wide around him. It was comfortable though and it felt so good, having my cock sucked by Josh while I tasted him. He was hot and heavy, wet with precum that I swallowed easily. He'd moved his left leg so I could lay my head on his thigh and it was so comfortable like that. Josh was holding my firm round ass, pulling me into his mouth and he could take almost all of me it seemed, before he ran out of room and had to let me go.
We weren't in any hurry either, that was the best part maybe. It wasn't quick or frantic, nothing like the crazy lust we'd experienced earlier, Josh and I were making love with our mouths. I was moving slowly and carefully, determined to make it as good as possible for him and Josh was doing the same for me. His hand on my ass was especially welcome and I gasped as I felt his fingers working against my still very tender anus. I was sore, but not terribly, and it felt good when Josh pushed a finger inside my rectum slowly, wriggling it around while he mouthed my cock. I was going to cum again fast if he kept doing that and I lifted my mouth to tell him, but instead I just gasped as he pushed deeper, his fingertip finding my prostate like it was a big pleasure button, and his every touch sent little shocks up my spine.
I pressed my mouth to the base of Josh's cock and found his heavy sperm filled balls, kissing and licking them. I opened my mouth and took one inside, washing it with my tongue and rolling it around. I did the same with the other, until his lightly furred scrotum was shiny with spit. I went back to his cock then and took him into my mouth and I wanted to make him cum for me. I was getting close now, my own balls feeling tight and ready to expel their creamy load, and I wanted Josh there with me. I wanted us to cum together and enjoy each other's pleasure at the same time.
When I came for the second time, Josh was better prepared for it and he didn't choke or gag on my sperm at all. He was swallowing easily, drinking my orgasm as rapidly as I could feed it to him. My cock jerked and strained between his tight lips and I was groaning loudly, shaking like a leaf as my asshole clenched itself tight around the boy's finger. It was another good cum and I only wished I'd been able to bring Josh off with me, but at least we could make love now and I gave him no chance to refuse me.
After a few minutes, when my cum had long finished and Josh had swallowed all trace of it, I turned around, presenting my back and ass to the boy. He was spooning with me, taking me from behind now that he was satisfied, and I was so ready for it. This was what I wanted, as much as Josh had wanted to taste my sperm again, I wanted to feel my new boyfriend making real love to me. It was important, like symbolic or something. I had it in my mind that we weren't really joined until he'd taken me this way, like a consummation of sorts.
"Put it in me..." I breathed and Josh was trying, moving his wet cockhead around, between my legs, stabbing against my balls at first and then easing back until his penis found my soft warm hole.
"I love you, Jen." Josh breathed and then he pushed, holding me tightly in his arms, pressing his face into my damp hair. He thrust his cock against my small sphincter and made me cry out with painful joy.
I pushed back as well, even though Josh had stopped, fearful that he was hurting me. I shoved myself against him hard, forcing more of his long thick cock inside my ass. It hurt, filling me with a dull burning sensation that my asshole tried to resist. I'd done this before though, and recently, and I was opening much more easily for Josh than I had for my father earlier. He pushed again, understanding my desire, and then we were doing it, making love with Josh pumping his cock in and out of my young body like I was made for it.
"Oh, Jen...God, you're hot inside!" Josh sighed and I giggled weakly, nodding and rolling my hips.
"You're big!" I told him. "Fill me up...I love it...Make love to me!"
We moved slowly, Josh rolling us over so I was on my tummy and he was straddling me, his body covering mine like a humid blanket as he thrust his cock into my bowels over and over. He was long enough to find the bottom of my ass too, which was a strange pleasure all its own. I was lifting myself, trying to fuck him back, but mostly it was all Josh. He was making love to me, kissing my neck and hair, kissing my face as my head was turned. I was smiling with my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of that big cock sliding in and out of my body. I was made for this, no doubt about it. My ass was hot and tight and even moist now, with Josh's precum leaking steadily to make it easier for us. There wasn't any pain at all, just the rapture of being loved by a man.
"I'm gonna cum..." Josh was breathing hard and only a few minutes after we'd started, not very long at all.
"Not yet." I giggled, sticking my tongue out. "I want it more...Don't cum yet."
"Oh God!" Josh laughed. "Jen...I have to!"
"No...No..." I was feeling giddy and high and drunk and every part of me was on fire. I was floating and I didn't want it to end.
"Yesssss..." Josh hissed and then stabbed his cock as far inside me as possible, his low hanging balls pressed against my own and I felt him cumming inside me.
"Ohhh Josh!" I sighed, but I was smiling too. I loved the way it felt being filled with his sperm.
"Sorry...Oh, Jesus!" Josh was kissing me, keeping his cock in my rectum as it pulsed rapidly, spilling his ejaculate into my bowels.
"You belong to me now." I giggled. "You know that right?"
"Oh yeah." He moaned into my ear. "I know."
And that was how it felt, I mean it really did. Like Josh was a part of me. I'd gained something and making love to him, I don't know, it was like all the tension went out of me. All my nervousness and fear. Like maybe he wouldn't love me anymore if we didn't do it, but now that we had I knew he'd never leave me. We'd made love and that was important, but trying to understand it, that was way beyond me right then. I was feeling too good. I was feeling perfect.
"When can we go out again?" Josh asked me and we were parked in front of my house. "What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I have to clean my room." I giggled and we were sitting close together in the cab of his pickup truck, on the big bench seat.
"Can I help?" He asked and Josh was stroking my cock under my skirt, my panties pulled down under my balls.
"You want to help me clean my room?" I rolled my eyes and he was nodding. "Or do you just wanna have sex again?"
"Can't I do both?" He whispered and then he was kissing me, rubbing his thumb over the wet tip of my cock.
"Ohhh...Josh." I smiled a minute later, licking my lips.
"I don't want to say goodnight." He confessed.
"My parents are gonna wonder what we're doing out here." I said and I was rubbing his cock too, although only through his pants.
"I just wanna make you feel good." Josh told me.
"I do feel good." I sighed happily. "God! I feel great."
"I could make you feel better though." Josh licked his lips and I gasped with laughter.
"No! God! You can't suck me off in front of my house!" I said.
"Why not?" Josh grinned and he squeezed my cock hard, making me arch my back cause that did feel good.
"Come over tomorrow, in the morning." I smiled. "Okay? Like ten o'clock, you can help clean my room and have lunch with us."
"I love you." He said, bending down before I could stop him and engulfing half of my hard cock in his mouth.
"Josh!" I groaned.
"Mmphh..." He was bobbing his head up and down quickly, following his mouth with his fist.
"Oh! You're a bad boyfriend!" I giggled, but his mouth felt so good.
I had my hands on his head and I was lifting my butt, and we were both working hard to get me off one last time before I turned into a pumpkin. It was ten minutes before midnight and that was my curfew, which had seemed outrageously generous of my parents. Letting their thirteen year old daughter stay out that late...Oh, God! And Josh's mouth was so wet and hot and soft. It was almost like my parents wanted us to have sex. Josh had told me I had the coolest parents in the world, but I already knew that, but midnight? It was crazy.
"Ohhh Josh...I gotta go in..." I was saying, cause the minutes were going by too fast and I'd already cum so much that day!
"Humph...oomph!" Josh said, and I assumed that meant he didn't want me going anywhere cause he didn't stop sucking my cock at all.
"J-Josh...Ohhh God...It's almost m-midnight!" I said and I was getting close but I wasn't gonna make it and Josh sucked me harder.
He was playing with my balls, rolling them around while his soft lips slid up and down the shaft. His tongue worked around my cockhead wetly, his other hand squeezing the base of my dick, pumping me up and down in short fast strokes. He was almost desperate to taste my cum one more time, it seemed, and I had no choice but to relax and let it happen. I was loving every second of it as the boy worked my cock over like he'd been doing it his whole life.
Midnight came and went and about three minutes later I was cumming. My whole body jerked around on the seat while I hunched over Josh, hugging him and whimpering with pleasure as my balls did finally empty. There just wasn't that much sperm left in me and what I had Josh was swallowing happily, making sweet suckling noises like a baby piglet on his mother's teat. Josh was nursing on my cock, swallowing my cum for the third time that night, and only reluctantly did he let my flaccid cock go.
I was panting for air while he tucked my cock and balls carefully back into my panties, giving me a kiss down there before smoothing my skirt down over my knees. It all made me giggle and I was hot and dizzy and I couldn't believe my boyfriend had just given me a blowjob in front of my own house!
"Oh God! If I'm in trouble..." I sighed, teasing Josh who was smiling happily and licking his spermy lips.
"I'll see you tomorrow." He promised.
"Okay." I nodded and then he gave me a kiss, a tender one, and I got out of his truck with a look over my shoulder and a little wave. That had to be the best first date anyone ever had and I was only twelve minutes late getting into the house. If I was in trouble, it wouldn't be a lot and I wasn't gonna care anyway.
End of Part 05
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