After our hike, Dave and I got in his truck to drive back to my house for dinner. My mom insisted that Dave come to dinner since we went on two dates and they had barely met him.
“Dave, thanks for agreeing to come to dinner at my parents’ house. I know it’s kinda awkward.”
He looked over at me, “As long as you’re there, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.” I felt myself turn a little red and I gave him a big smile.
I grabbed his hand briefly, “I feel the same way.” We were awkwardly quiet for a minute. “Just so you know, I’m my parents’ only kid. My dad is pretty protective of his only daughter.”
“Now I’m kinda scared.”
“Oh, you’ll be fine. Plus, I overheard my dad say he liked you better than the last guy I dated.”
“You had a boyfriend?”
“Nothing serious. He took me to a couple of dances. We kissed a couple of times…it wasn’t like when we kiss.” I kind of turned red and looked away from Dave.
Dave pulled the truck over, stopping at a little pull-off. He gently used his hand on my cheek to pull me in for a kiss, “Same Crystal. I’ve kissed a couple of girls before you, but it wasn’t the same at all.”
We kissed there some more, until I stopped us, “Uh…Dave, we’d better keep heading to my parents’ house before this escalates,” and I giggled nervously. I was flush, only this time it was not embarrassment…I was horny and I could tell he was too. If we’d kept on kissing like that, I’m pretty sure we would have taken off our pants again. In order to make it less awkward, as we drove to my parents’ house, I said, “So, traditionally we wear pants to dinner at my house…” I had to make fun of him some.
“Ha ha, you should be careful with those jokes around your parents.”
“You have to admit it is pretty funny that I caught you playing with yourself out in the woods,” and I laughed at him.
He blushed, “I thought I was alone.” I patted his hand and smiled at him to make him feel better.
As we drove, Dave asked, “Why didn’t your dad like your last boyfriend?”
I looked over at Dave with sort of a shy look, “Um…same reason I broke up with him…he wasn’t much of an outdoorsman…he was a nice kid, but he was kind of soft, you know what I mean?”
“So, why does your dad like me?”
I gave Dave a look, “Probably that firm grip you’ve got from masturbating…” and I busted out laughing at him. He turned bright red but laughed.
“I’m just kidding. Same reason I like you…well, there are some other things I like about you,” and I gave him a sexy smile. “There is nothing soft about you…giggle…that sounded bad.” I stopped my embarrassed laughing, “I think he likes you because you’re…um…rugged…I could tell you spend a lot of time outdoors just by looking at you and my dad could too. You look like a real man, Dave.” I felt really embarrassed saying that and I just looked out the window.
Dave awkwardly cleared his throat and said, “You’re beautiful, Crystal.” All I could do was giggle in response.
We got to my parents’ house and we were both planning on taking showers, separately. Honestly, I would have been more than happy to get in a shower with Dave, even though it was only our second date, but my parents were home. My mom told me to show him to the basement bathroom to shower. I took him down there and made sure he had what he needed. I was standing there looking at him. He had no shirt on because he used it to clean up his cum earlier when I made him cum. I looked down to his abs and I was biting my lower lip, looking at him. I was staring there where his 6 pack abs met his waistband. I knew what was down lower and I liked it. He thanked me and seemed like he was wondering why I was not leaving him alone yet.
I said to him, “Come on, take off your clothes.” I couldn’t believe I told him to do that.
He briefly protested, “your parents.”
“I just want to see it again.” He unzipped his pants, took them off, and then slid off those boxer briefs. His dick got hard fast. It just stood right up. I stared at it sort of in awe, “Does it just get hard every time it is exposed to air?”
“No, but it definitely gets hard around you.”
I was full of bad ideas and I might have let him fuck me right then and there if my mom had not called me. I had this quick fantasy flash in my head of me propped up with my butt on the bathroom counter, with my legs spread and him just standing there fucking the shit out of me. It probably wouldn’t take long. Giggle. Maybe no one would notice we were gone. I snapped out of it when my mom called me. I said, “Don’t jerk off,” and then I giggled and ran upstairs, leaving him to shower alone.
I went up to my room on the top floor of the house to take a shower. I took off my clothes in front of a full-length mirror in my room. I smiled a little sliding off my panties, remembering the feeling of sliding them off in front of Dave earlier that day. It was embarrassing in a good way. I kind of looked at myself naked in the mirror for a minute to see what Dave saw. I touched my bush a little, might trim that up some more before the next time. Oh, there was going to be a next time. I turned my body to look at my butt in the mirror. Not to brag, but I do have a pretty nice butt. I turned and touched my tits. Those were kind of small. I wondered if Dave would think they were too small. He had not seen them yet. I had to admit they had a nice shape though.
I got in the shower and I did aim the stream of water at my clit some after I washed myself. I was thinking about Dave stripping naked for me and me touching his dick. I opened my mouth wide, as I made some sharp exhales while stimulating my clit. The memory of him shooting cum out of his dick made me just about fall down in the shower. I probably would have laid down on my bed and had a nice long masturbation session, but I felt bad leaving Dave down there talking to my parents. I put on some underwear. It was a thong. I wore it with these ridiculously low-waisted pants that I had and a little shirt that ended above my belly button. I turned to look in the mirror and I could see a little of the thong poking up out the back. I’m sure my dad would hate these pants, but I wanted to look hot for Dave. I was hoping to make him hard.
I started down the stairs and I saw that my parents were facing away from me and Dave was looking right at me. I swear I saw his eyes move up and down my body. I stopped on the stairs and grabbed one of the wooden rails on the staircase and made a motion like I was stroking Dave’s dick. I sort of bit my lip and tried to give him a sexy look. His eyes got wide. Mission accomplished. I’m pretty sure I saw all the blood drained from his brain and into his dick. I cracked up at his reaction. My parents turned to see why I was laughing, but I stopped making that motion in time before they could see it.
I walked down past my parents and Dave to go into the kitchen, grinning and blushing as I saw Dave’s eyes drift down to my bare stomach and exposed pelvic area. These pants were so low, you could see my pelvic bones. I saw my dad had an annoyed look on his face seeing my outfit and he looked annoyed at Dave so obviously staring at my body. I felt like Dave was stripping me naked with his eyes, but then again I stripped him naked for real, down in that shower. If my parents weren’t around, I would strip for him right now.
My dad asked Dave to come outside to help him grill some sausages, probably to just get him to stop staring at my body. I looked right at Dave and said, “I just love sausage. Dave should be a good help. He knows how to handle meat,” and I giggled. Dave cracked up and my mom gave us a look that basically said to cut it out.
We had dinner with my parents and we were probably the two horniest, flirtiest people on Earth. I don’t know if my parents could tell. It wasn’t just horniness, we were definitely falling in love. It was like we kept looking at each other and couldn’t help but smile and crack up at nothing. We were gently touching our legs together under the table, as we sat across from each other. I squeezed his leg between mine under the dinner table like I was hugging his leg with mine. He did the same back and I cracked up.
I said to Dave, “Could please give me some fingering…I mean fingerling potatoes?” and I burst out laughing. Dave almost spit out his food and laughed as he passed me the potatoes and he gave me a little kick under the table. I kicked his leg back and gave him a look. My mom seemed like she knew I was making a crude joke and gave me a stern look. I nervously whispered, “I always say that wrong,” trying to cover up the joke. My dad did not seem to get that I was making a crude joke because he was busy talking to Dave about all the best local fishing holes.
When it was time for him to leave, I walked Dave out to his truck and I kind of shoved him up against the driver’s side door, kissing him hard. We made out for a little bit and then I went back in the house when he left. My dad sighed, “Is that a hickey on your neck, Crystal?”
I went to look in a little mirror near the door and there was definitely a hickey on my neck. “I think I must have gotten scratched on our hike earlier, Daddy.”
“It does not look like a scratch. It looks like a hickey.”
“Oh my god, Dad, you’re embarrassing me.”
My dad was looking annoyed with his arms crossed, “You weren’t embarrassed shoving your tongue down Dave’s throat in the driveway.”
My mom chimed in, “Oh, James, they’re 18. Who cares if they kiss?”
“Kara, the boy had his hands all over her backside.”
I turned beet red and looked at the floor, “He was just hugging me.” I had not realized my dad saw that.
Thankfully my mom changed the subject, “Well, I thought he seemed like a nice boy.”
“Thanks Mom.”
My dad still looked irritated, but said, “Yeah, he seems alright. Seems to be a real outdoorsman, not like that fancy lad you dated Crystal.” I cracked up at that. He was a fancy lad, more interested in shopping for shoes than doing something outdoors.
Dave picked me up for school in the morning and I gave him a kiss when I climbed in his truck. I was not planning on ever seeing him again without kissing him. “Did you think about me last night or were you too preoccupied with your hand?” I had to mess with him a little.
He kind of blew me away with his response, “Those two things are definitely not mutually exclusive.” The boy just told me he jerked off about me. Sure, I masturbated about him too, but I didn’t tell him that. I couldn’t talk the rest of the way to school. I was just picturing him jerking off thinking about me. I wanted to strip naked and give him something to jerk off about, so I could watch.
We got to school in the morning and kissed in his truck for a minute, before heading into school. He walked me into school and held the door for me, only now he didn’t have to time it because he drove me to school. The popular girls pulled me aside at lunch and Cindy said, “What’s going on with you and Dave? I saw you two kissing in his truck this morning.”
I giggled and blushed some, “He drives me to and from school. We went on a date this weekend. Well, two dates really.” I was red-faced, but grinning ear to ear.
“Holy shit, the new girl moves fast. Did he ask you out?”
“I sorta asked him out.” I was giggling nervously.
One of the girls said, “I never thought of that.“
Cindy said, “So, you’re like boyfriend and girlfriend now?”
I shrugged and said, “He came to dinner at my parents’ house.”
Cindy said in disbelief, “So, on Friday, you weren’t dating Dave and over the weekend, you had two dates and he had dinner at your house with your parents?”
I giggled and said, “Yep.” I didn’t tell them that I’d also laid down mostly naked in the woods with him, masturbated together, then jerked him off and he fingered me. Doesn’t everyone do that on a second date? Giggle.
At school, I called him Spanky in study hall to make fun of him. He said he didn’t care what I called him if I was his girl. I grabbed his hand and told him I was his girl. I wanted that to be official. This was not going to just be a couple of dates…he was my boyfriend. As stupid as it sounds, I was pretty sure I loved him already.
After school, we kissed in the parking lot and he was feeling my ass. He was not kidding about wanting to touch it all the time. I wanted to do a lot more than that, but I was happy that everyone at school got to see that display. I wanted to be sure everyone knew he was mine and I was his. I saw a group of girls standing with mouths wide open in shock that Dave was kissing me and groping my ass. I said to him, “Take me somewhere, babe.”
“I don’t mind if you call me Spanky, but I like it when you call me Babe,” he grinned at me, as he shifted from first into second gear, pulling out of the parking lot. I was so embarrassed that I called him babe. I have no idea where it even came from, but he liked it and so he was my babe from then on.
He knew what I wanted to do because he wanted to do it too. We drove on some rough trails off into the woods, looking for some privacy. We parked in the middle of nowhere and started making out. I climbed into his lap, straddling him and I could feel his hard dick through our pants, as I ground my crotch into him. I pulled away from kissing him and looked right into his eyes while grinding and thrusting my crotch on his hard dick. His hands wandered all over my hips, ass, and tits. He made a cute little whimper as I moved my crotch on his cock, and I kissed him. It was cramped in the front seat and his truck was manual, so we moved to the back. His truck had a cap on the bed, so we moved back there and he started spreading out a sleeping pad and sleeping bag for us to lay on.
I was untying my shoes and thought it was a little suspicious that he had that setup ready to go, “You keep a sleeping bag back here for hooking up with girls?”
“You know I have not done anything with any other girls. I keep it back here for emergencies or if I feel like camping out.”
Well, this was an emergency. I replied, “Well, I think you should keep it back here for hooking up with me.”
We spread out that sleeping bag, he laid down and I started pulling down his pants and underwear. I wanted to see his dick again and he didn’t seem to mind at all. I was really embarrassed, but I wanted to get naked with him, so I took off my shirt and my bra. I was nervous showing him my tits, but he seemed to like them.
I apologetically said, “They’re kind of small,” as I exposed my tits to him.
He touched them, “I think they’re perfect.” I was a little embarrassed having him stare at and touch my tits, so I leaned down to kiss him to get his eyes off my chest.
We both got fully nude and I loved having his hands explore my body. I liked the feeling of laying on top of him with both of us naked, my bare chest on his. I also loved the feeling of his bare, hard dick against my pussy. I was grinding on him. I jerked him off again and not to pat myself on the back, but I was getting pretty good at that. I made it last awhile, as I figured out how to edge him. I could look at his facial expressions and see how he squirmed around, as I stroked his hard dick. It was a lot of fun making him crazy like that.
After I made him cum, he absolutely stunned me. He started kissing and licking from my tits, down to my abs and lower. It was really intense and I was sort of embarrassed, but I didn’t want him to stop. I was pretty glad that I had trimmed up my bush down there. He kissed around my pelvis and then he licked me right between the legs. I was not expecting that and really I’d always thought the idea of a guy performing oral sex on me was crazy.
I was nervous that he might not like it, but he seemed to really, really like it. I kind of forgot about how embarrassing it was, because it felt awesome. I felt his tongue go up my slit. He licked my lips and then even put his tongue between them, licking my insides. I looked down and saw him move back to look, as he spread open my labia. That was embarrassing but also hot. Then he started licking around my clit. He was making these horny noises, as he licked and sucked on my pussy. I felt his finger go inside me while he licked.
I involuntarily whimpered out, “Shit Dave…” in my surprise at the pleasure he was giving me.
I guess he was concerned he was hurting me or something because he stopped and said, “Are you okay?”
I cracked up a bit because he was doing the opposite of hurting me. I was kind of embarrassed as I said, “I’m okay, you can keep going.” I wanted to say, “Don’t even think about stopping.”
He stayed down there a long time and he made me orgasm hard. He came up and kissed me and it turned me on that his mouth and cheeks were all wet from me. I could taste myself on him and it turned me on because it was a visceral reminder that his mouth had been down there. We lay there kissing and feeling each other’s naked bodies. I kept thinking about sucking his dick, but I was too nervous to initiate that. I did not want to go home, but it was time, “I wish I could stay here all night with you, Dave, but you’d better take me home.”
