Soon enough, I’d driven Abbie to the precipice of her first coital orgasm. And when I leaned down to her ear and husked, “Cum for me, Abigail,” I ground my pelvis against her clit and pushed her over the edge.
“AAAAHHHH!!!” Abbie screamed as she came. Her feet planted onto the bed and she thrust her hips off the mattress. Her right arm was clasping me tightly to her chest while she squeezed her sister’s hand with her left. And as I felt the rippling of her pussy muscles start to calm down, I slammed my hips forward a final time and joined her.
Abbie’s eyes were wild as she began to return to Earth from her climax. She blinked rapidly and then a sharp gasp interrupted her labored panting. “Ohhh… I can feel it, Allie. I can feel him cumming inside me. It’s so warm…”
My ab muscles tensed again and I spat another glob of semen into Abigail Sanders’ no longer virgin pussy. And as my final dry heaves passed, I let the percolating glow of orgasm wash over me. I absolutely loved this feeling. I loved the feel of her warm body crushed beneath my chest. I loved the rapid cooling sensation on my hot, sweaty back. And I loved the simply radiant expression on Abbie’s face as she looked at me adoringly.
Still squeezing Allie with her left hand, Abbie brought her right up to touch my face and stroke my cheek. I bent to give her a tender kiss, and then slowly I backed my still stiff rod out of her sodden pussy and flopped onto my back beside her.
Together, we panted for air and stared at the ceiling to fondly recall our lovemaking session.
But Allison Sanders was getting impatient. “Aww, you’re going soft!”
“Just gimme a minute, Allie.”
“I don’t know if I can wait a minute!” she whined. “Can’t you go faster?”
I chuckled. “Well… if you help me…”
Allie giggled. “How?”
After a brief discussion that included the encouragement of her well-fucked older-by-two-minutes twin, Allie was soon bent over my lap slurping on my half-hard cock while I played with her titties.
Five minutes after that, in almost the exact same voice as her sister, Allie gasped, “He’s in me, Abbie! He’s in me!”
I began to stroke my cock in and out of my second virgin twin of the last half-hour. And as I looked down at the rapturous expression on Allie’s face, I smiled and began to experiment. By the time I was done, I fully intended to have another happy girl who would keep coming back for more.
Things were not always this way.
Up until last year, I was just another virgin teenage boy still dreaming about seeing a live, beautiful woman in the nude. Back then, there were only two types of girls in the world: those too scared to move past first base with me, and those who just plain won’t even GET to first base with me.
It wasn’t really my fault. I was a late bloomer. When I turned fifteen I was still 5’2”, not exactly a height most girls saw as boyfriend-material, let alone fuck-material. I had a good sense of humor and I wasn’t shy around the girls, but at my size and with my harmless-looking face, I was considered the “safe” guy to be around. And no girl ever wants to have sex with the “safe” guy. Not even the “nice” girls. Even the nice girls want the bad boys. That’s just High School.
I mean, there were a few girls who wanted to date me. I secretly knew they wanted the bad boys, but they were very shy themselves, usually because they were the plainer-looking girls or late-developers like me. And because of their shyness, they were REALLY slow-moving when it came to physical relationships.
The brief dates I went on while a freshman didn’t really count. I didn’t even get to kiss the girls. Learning how to kiss didn’t come until that summer, where I got a lot of practice and got pretty good at it. But that’s a story for a little later.
Then at the beginning of Sophomore year, Cassidy O’Leary was really nice to me and we dated for almost three weeks. It took two of those weeks before she’d let me practice my newly-learned kissing on her.
Now I wasn’t actually a nice guy. I was a walking hormone and I wanted to fuck every pretty girl in sight. But the moment I tried going for some boob, she pushed my hand away and pleaded with me not to rape her.
Well, my “safe” reputation had been the only thing getting me these dates in the first place, so I did my usual “Sorry, I’m just a guy” apology, blaming my actions on teenaged male hormones, and she eventually let me put my tongue in her mouth, even if I couldn’t cop a feel of her tits.
Then, when Cassidy finally decided she was ready to move past first base, she began crushing on one of the basketball players and broke up with me to try and land him instead.
I didn’t complain. Three days later, Megan Kwan, one of her best friends, asked me out. I didn’t get any farther with her either. After the end of our second date, Megan let me kiss her. But there was no third date because she decided she wasn’t ready to have a boyfriend yet and Megan and I went back to being friends.
As for the girls who I KNEW would go farther? Well, most guys in the school knew they would go farther as well. And those guys were all taller than me. So I wasn’t even ON those girls’ radar. I had a snowball’s chance in hell of getting laid with one of them.
Now if there’s one good thing about being the “safe” guy, it was that none of the girls were afraid to be around me. I had a disproportionate number of female friends, and I became a VERY, VERY good listener. I learned a lot about what girls wanted and what frightened them and the things a guy needed to say to make her feel more comfortable.
I hoped my listening would all pay off someday. And when my growth spurt finally hit in the second half of Sophomore Year, it finally did.
Chapter 1: The Neighbor
“Wow, Ben! You’ve really sprouted, haven’t you?”
“Uh, I guess so, Miss McNeil.” I shrugged. I stood in front of my neighbor’s house wondering how long she was going to chat with me before getting to the point. It was a Saturday, and I’d much rather be zoned out in front of the TV right now. What do you expect? I was a 16-year-old boy. But my mom had ordered me to go help our neighbor with some housework and being a “nice” young man, I obediently went to help.
“I just saw you two weeks ago,” she said in amazement. “Have you grown another inch?”
“Uh, maybe,” I answered and looked at the floor. I KNEW I’d grown an extra inch to reach 5’9”. Maybe not in two weeks, but certainly in the last month. I’d been averaging an inch a month since January and I measured myself almost every day hoping for another eighth of an inch. Now, I was already three inches taller than HER now after living my life looking up to Miss McNeil. And at the rate I was going, I had dreams of reaching six feet.
Miss McNeil just leaned against the doorjamb and stared in amazement at me, her pale green eyes stark against the backdrop of her dark brown hair, which was pulled back into a casual ponytail. I tried not to notice her long legs clad in some very short shorts. The tight, white, V-necked baby-T hugged her curves and showed off her sizeable cleavage. Ever since my growth spurt had begun, my hormones had been in overdrive and it seemed like I was constantly thinking about sex. But fortunately, Miss McNeil was so distracted looking at me she didn’t notice me ogling her tits.
Forcing my eyes up to her face, I hefted the tool box in my left hand and stammered, “Uh, my mom told me to come by here. She said you needed help with something?”