Art in the Back Seat My Very First Handjob
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“Happy birthday, my Lady Annette,” I said as I pinned the corsage on her dress. She was so beautiful.
“You remembered! Wait, how did you even know?”
“Um ... you know that Fay and I aren’t banned from talking to each other since Thanksgiving. We talk a couple of times a week and she let it slip.”
“I’m going to get her back for that. We talk a couple of times a week, too. I told her that I didn’t want to tell you when my birthday was because I didn’t want you to feel like you needed to do anything special.”
“Um ... well, I already kind of had it planned before I knew,” I said. “It just made it special.”
“Pen! You were going to do this without even knowing it was my birthday? Why?” she asked.
“Um ... I...” Damn words! What do I say? “You always do nice things. I paint. I feel like I don’t pay enough attention to you. Or to Morgan. It’s hard. I try. At Thanksgiving, I knew I wanted to do something special. Just for you, Annette. Because I love you.”
We almost didn’t make it to the ballet. But later that night, making love to my Lady was the most beautiful thing I’d ever done.
“What would you like to do this weekend?” I asked Annette. School would be out for the holiday at last. My new piece of art was finished and Ms. Clayborn liked it. I’d shown her a photo on my cell phone of the one I was working on at home and she was pleased that I was working in the same style when I wasn’t at school, too.
“Uh ... I can’t go out this weekend,” she whispered to me. I looked at her and about a million things went through my head all at once. My breath caught and my heart thumped. Was Annette going to break up with me? I’d looked forward to having her stay with me, right through the holiday break. Of course, she had to spend time with her family, too. I knew we wouldn’t be sleeping together every night. But... “Shh. Pen, don’t panic, my love. I need to go to the University for the weekend.”
“Why? School is out there, too. Fay will be home this weekend.”
“Noooo ... Well, not until Sunday. Pen, I’m going to spend the weekend with Fay. We’re ready. She’s staying Friday and Saturday night so I can be with her.”
“With her?”
“Like I’m with you, Pen.”
“Oh!” Of course! They’d both told me they would become lovers and that the first time it would be just the two of them, like it had been just Annette and me our first time. “All weekend?” We’d only spent a night together the first time.
“Don’t be jealous, Pen.”
“I’m not. Not really. I’m sad that I can’t be with you, but I’m not jealous of you being with Fay.”
“Remember how much time you and I spent together during the summer and all fall before we made love?” Annette asked. I nodded. “Fay and I haven’t had that kind of intimate time together. We’ve been close for years, but we have only kissed and touched each other when we were with you. When you and I made love, we’d been kissing and petting for months. We’d had orgasms together. You’d sucked on my little nipples and I rubbed your erection through your underwear. And even though we’d never done it, we knew how the parts fit together. Sure, there are different positions, but they mostly all involve your penis in my vagina,” she giggled.
“Or my tongue in it,” I reminded her.
“Or your penis in my mouth,” she added. “The thing is, we knew the basics. Fay and I have to discover everything. We want to. But when it comes down to actually putting my face between her legs and licking ... Pen, what if I’m disgusted by it? What if she thinks I smell bad? What if we just can’t do it? We’ll never survive!” Tears started leaking out of Annette’s eyes and I pulled her to me. Technically, we were out of the school building and nearly to her car, so I tilted her chin back and kissed her.
“There’s always love,” I said. “It takes us places we never thought we’d go. I love you, Annette.”
“I love you, Arthur Pendragon. Um ... I know it’s a school night, but do you think you could spend the night at my place tonight?”
Friday night, I kissed Annette goodbye as she got in her car to go to Fay’s. “Have fun, and bring my sister safely back to our bed Sunday,” I whispered.
“You know,” Annette said, “you’ll have to do the same thing soon. Once Fay and I have made love, it will only be you and she that remain apart. Think about that, darling. Sometime over this holiday, you’ll make love to your sister.” Annette giggled when she felt my response pressed against her pussy. “And then, the three of us will be able to share it all together.” She kissed me again and got in her car.
“Mom and Dad,” I said at dinner, “I want ... Um ... I think I’ve gotten taller. My bed is too small and it’s giving me a backache. Can I get a bigger bed this weekend?”
“Taller?” Mom said.
“Backache?” Dad added.
My bed was what was known as a super twin. It was plenty long enough and my parents knew it. But when Fay and Annette and I were in it, we had to pile on top of each other. Or they piled on top of me. I was always afraid I’d push Annette out of bed when it was just the two of us. Of course, at her house, in a standard twin that she’d slept in since she was eight, I actually did roll out of bed. My face was burning up by the time my parents finally got around to answering me.
“Is your room big enough for a bigger bed?” Dad asked. “We should go take some measurements after dinner.”
“All new bedding,” Mom sighed and shook her head. “And when she sees it, I suppose Morgan will want one, too.”
“Um ... I don’t think she’ll care,” I said. I blushed again. Mom squinted her eyes against it.
“Let’s go,” Dad said as he cleared his dishes from the table.
Without disturbing too much of my art space, we managed to put a queen size bed in my room. Bed, Bath, & Beyond had a nice supply of linens that came in a matched package. I noticed Mom made sure to put a spare set of pillowcases in the cart to match each set of sheets I got. That gave me an idea and I’d have to come back to the store. I was glad that fire trucks and cowboy patterns were only found in twin sets or I’m sure my mother would have chosen one of them just to tease me.
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For my first story, a experience that happened in my last year at school (before Uni). I was still a virgin at the time (17). Names have been changed, but it is based on true events which happened a long time ago. I have taken some poetic license but mostly it is true. I was sitting in a darken room with about 20 other students watching a projector slide show of 20th Century art. Our teacher Mrs Ingley, I suspect, was a bit of a sex addict, because she showed lots of nude pictures and painting...
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Caroline and me had been pals for ages, our parents were friends so we had spent a lot of time together as k**s and a friendship had developed.This long hot summer may be our last together as I was off to Uni in the autumn and Caroline was hoping to go to art school.We used to spend a bit of time together when our parents were at work, just hanging at her house and listening to music and the like.Today Caroline seemed to have something on her mind, she was a bit shy as if she wanted to say...
In my fog-hazed mind, I stood in the aid room at school trying to recap what happened just a few minutes ago in the art class. I could still see the large visible wet stain in the crotch region of my pants. The end of my dick was throbbing, not quite in pain, but in enduring ecstasy. I had to admit the best sexual experience for this boy virgin. Walking was a bit uncomfortable because some of the hairs on my thigh stuck to my pants due to the cum that had run down my leg. I didn't just have...
MasturbationBeing a guy aged thirteen is hard, all hard, especially my dick, all day, every day. I have a total boner every minute I'm awake and it's even harder whenever I'm at school around Tammy Robinson. She's got the nicest set of boobs of all the girls I know and, thus, she was at the top of my list. We were sitting next to each other during the mixed part of the sex-ed class and I kept taking glances over her way noting that she seemed to be taking special interest in the subject matter. I had...
The room had a Japanese emptiness. There was no desk, just a square of low seats around a beautiful, deep red rug. Against one wall stood a lacquered oriental armoire. A lonely bamboo bush reached almost to the ceiling. A petite woman stood waiting for her before the square of seats. She wore a kimono-like dress. It confirmed the oriental blood behind her intensely black eyes. "Please be seated, Brigitte", the woman said in American English. Then she took a seat herself, right next to...
I can still remember my friend, Chaz, talking me into signing up for life drawing class. “Come on buddy,” he said, “it will be great. Three hours a week of looking at nude women. Throw in a few beers and it would be a party!” I laughed at his attempt to sway me, but truth is he didn’t have to work that hard. I had been thinking about taking an art class next semester, and this one fit the bill nicely. The first few weeks of class were cool, but not the party that was promised. Most of the...
That wasn’t the end of our problems. It wasn’t the end of the blackness or depression or anxiety or panic. It didn’t heal the rift between Annette and Morgan. It didn’t bring us all back to the same bed. It gave us a ray of hope to hang onto. Annette continued to live with her parents and Morgan continued to sleep in the guestroom downstairs. Annette returned to our group at lunch and took me home each evening. On the weekend, she returned to the studio to do her reading and writing. Morgan...