"What do you want me to take off?"
I asked. "Everything," she breathed back, and then left me in darkness. My heart leapt at the chance. We were just getting into the constant-nudity stage of relationships that comes somewhere after you've just discovered that the both of you have genitals and the mutual fun found in playing with them. I tore my clothes off with reckless abandon, tearing the top button from my shirt in the process. From start to finish, I went from clothed to stark-bollock naked in about three seconds.

In the dark, beneath my covers, I waited for her return. And she came, a minute gone or more, and through the dark I felt her glee at my newfound nudity. Under the covers she crept and her hands ran over me, all over me. If I'd been hard before she came in at just the thought of being naked with her, my cock was so hard now not even diamond would stand a chance of cutting it. I was itching for her to touch it and barely half an inch away from humping her leg - I blamed the thrusting on her hands tickling me. If she felt a bit of the steel flashlight rub itself along her thigh, so be it.

All of a sudden she climbed on top of me. Excitement flared throughout me. A bit of spunk dribbled out of my throbbing bulbous bell-end. If the lights were on my face would've been redder than the swollen, disease-ridden pussy of the hooker that hung down by my local late Friday and Saturday nights.

Down she went below the covers and ...

... started kissing my chest and stomach. That was it. That was all she wanted to do and it's all she was going to do. She asked as she went down. All the excitement gone, off went my hopes for a spontaneous blowjob, and with the revelation all the go went out of my penis and it shrunk like the air being let out of a balloon.

At that moment, my sister walked in with the phone pressed against her head and flipped the light on. It was my mum, who was on the phone for me for whatever reason - something inane, I forget now, because at the time my mind was more concerned with the fact that 1) I was naked, all my clothes splayed out across the floor for my sister - herself a teenager and well aware of the goings-on of couples - to see, 2) my girlfriend was now crouched under the covers and decided she would NOT come out; rather that it would be best to just stay put and complete the illusion, and 3) my sister decided that instead of walking out and pretending she had seen nothing, proceeded to stand there and tell my mum down the phone, "He's getting nooky! Urgh, he's getting nooky!"

I protested that I wasn't, that she should leave, but no, nothing of the sort. She reiterated the nooky sentiment to mum then thrust the phone at me and left, my cock more flaccid than it's ever been in my life and my girlfriend FINALLY deciding to get out from under the fucking covers from kissing my stomach and not giving me the blowjob everyone in my family was soon to be under the assumption I was receiving.

My sister asked my about it some time later. "It wasn't what it looked like," I explained. "She was kissing my stomach." "Yeah right," my sister scoffed, and that was that.

I wish it was what it looked like. At that point, if I had just been walked in on being given my first blowjob, I would've fucking shouted it to my sister, mother and the world. She wouldn't've even had to have walked in on me.

Length? Started off strong but praise ends there.
(ratthingbazzterd, Thu 9 Dec 2010, 22:38, 4 replies)

Excellent
and it answers the question

*clicks
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 10 Dec 2010, 0:19, closed)

Yah, good work, yah.
I like it, yah.


*click*
( SigmaX0 Dear Die Hard. You rock!, Fri 10 Dec 2010, 7:48, closed)

Nice story - click
Then a reverse click for introducing me to the word 'couldn't've'.

Edit: 'wouldn't've'
(mersault, Fri 10 Dec 2010, 12:26, closed)

That is just perfection. Thanks for the belly ache laugh.

(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Sat 11 Dec 2010, 4:42, closed)