Jennys Last Chance
Christian was the boy I was into since 7th grade. And at the age of 16 I
gave him my virginity. At least in my dreams...
Reality had not been so kind to me. I even started to grow my hair (which
I was wearing rather short since I was a k**) in the vain attempt to make
him like me. Well, it didn't work out and a few years later when rising
hormon levels had turned my dreams of intimacy into a real need for it I
had finally given up. But with our graduation nearing I somehow felt that I
couldn't leave it at that. I had to try it one last time. So when Chris
invited me (like everybody else) to the big party at his parents house he
had to his own for the weekend, I was determined to make happen what I'd
been running through my mind on so many nights alone in my bed. I was so
confident it would work out that I told my mum it was a sleepover party and
that she wouldn't have to pick me up until 11 the next morning.
Everybody felt that this could well be the last party of our school time
and so noone missed it. As I arrived the whole house was already crowded
and I had no chance to avoid a few drinks with my girls. And when I finally
started to look for Christian to put my plan into action people told me
that he had gone to his room. I was shocked. Had someone been faster than
me? But no, the truth was even more sad: Apparently Chris had started
drinking when the first people arrived as early as 5 o'clock and was
completely wasted by now. I didn't even get the chance to secretly sneak up
into his bed (which I seriously considered in my desperation) since he had
locked the door behind him. It was horrible and even a whole bunch of
drinks couldn't erase the thoughs of failure. I would have to spend my
whole life knowing that I wasn't able to get the boy of my teenage dreams.
What would that do to my ego!? I felt crushed...
So I got myself quite drunk and just waited for the people to leave one by
one as the night got late. I think it was around four in the morning when I
went to the bathroom to put on the sleepshirt I had only packed to fool my
mother. I found myself a blanket and lay down on the couch in the living
room. There were a few boys left playing cards a few meters away from me
and I think they noticed that I was fingering myself to sleep under my
blanket. But they were either to drunk or to afraid to come over and try
their luck, so I didn't care.
The next morning the most annoying sound my mobile was capable of making
woke me up. I had set the alarm to one hour before my mother would pick me
up. I wnadered around the empty house, made myself a coffee, had a
cigarette in the backyard and started to feel alive again. A quater to
eleven I remembered that my mum had made me bring a toothbrush and I
decided using it would be a good idea. Standing before the bathroom mirror
I suddenly heared the sound of feet coming down the stairs. Damn it! Now
the last time I'd see Chris would be in my long blue sleepshirt with a
ridiculous kitty printed on the front... what should I do?
But I didn't have time to think as a few moments later the doorbell rang.
Crap. Now that would be my mother. I stuck my head out the bathroom door
and saw Christian sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hand and
a look of total confusion on his face.
"That's my mum coming to pick me up. Can you tell her to wait outside for
a moment?"
"What... are you doing here, Jenny?"
"Just tell her... that I am... in the shower or something. Please!"
He did as I had begged him while I darted out to pick up my clothes and
headed back into the bathroom.
"She's waiting in the car.", I heard Chris say, "She says... holy crap!
What have I been missing last night!?"
"She says WHAT!?", I replied sticking out my head again. And then I saw
what he meant. I my hurry I had dropped my bra right on the livingroom
floor from were he was picking it up. Today just refused to get any better
than yesterday I thought and gave up the hide and seek. Walking towards
Chris just as I was I said: "You've been missing a lot more than you can
imagine boy..."
"Wow, what's that suppposed to mean?", he asked staring at the lower rim
of my shirt that was hardly long enough to cover my panties.
"I guess it's too late to find out", I said reaching for my bra in his
hands. But he pulled it away.
"Maybe I should keep that", he teased me.
I didn't know what to do. Now my mum was waiting outside already while I
felt my chance was finally here. But my subconscious had already decided
that it couldn't bear the thought of being a looser. If this was the only
chance I had to take it.
"You know what, Chris?", I asked him and quickly stepping out of my
panties and throwing them at him I added: "How about you keeping the whole
set?"
He caught the tiny piece of black lace fabrique and his jaws dropped. But
he couldn't decide what kind of joke that was. I was in total control now
and it felt so good it made me forget all of last nights anger. I reached
for my purse that lay on the table, took out a condom and handed it to
Christian.
"We only got ten minutes, so hurry up!"
Kneeling on the couch and spreading my legs my shirt slid up by itself.
I was so excited about my own boldness that I didn't need any foreplay.
And I was happy to see that it seemed to be the same with Chris. When he
pulled down his pants his cock was already erect but he was still nervously
trying to rip open the little plastic package.
I had always imagined this to happen a totally different way. With a lot
of caressing and tender foreplay and... but know I felt like I didn't even
have the time to blow the dick I had fantasized about for so long...
But I had to take it the way it came and the dripping wet spot between my
widespread legs was the best proof I really didn't need all that right now.
All I really needed was Christians hard prick in my pussy. And as I told
him just that he had finally managed to put the condom on and didn't even
waste the time to answere me...
His dick went straight in without the least resistance and he fucked me
like crazy right away. I cheered him on while he made up all kinds of
naughty compliments about my pussy being the hottest of the whole school. I
didn't even know if it was the pure enjoyment of his wild treatment or the
flattering things he kept saying that made my face blush.
He pushed up my shirt a little more and leaned over to fondle my breasts,
his cock stuck deep inside me.
"Do you know how often I've jerked off thinking about those perfect boobs
of yours, Jen? Must be hundrets of times I creamed your picture in the
editorial section of the school magazine..."
"You're an idiot!", I simply said, "And now lets finish it. You almost got
me there!"
And within the next minute my pussy squeezed his dick with the tight grip
of my orgasm. I didn't know were it came from but as I moaned with pleasure
I told Chris to: "Cream me for real now!", and he didn't need to hear that
twice. As I felt the first spurt of his warm cum splash onto my naked butt
I turned my head to watch him loose control...
"Wow, now that was a fuck to remember!", were his last words to me.
And from that day on I approached every sexual fantasy I had with the
knowledge that I have the charm, the body and above all the boldness to
make it real if I only want to. And many of them already have become
reality, while some still only exist in my mind, comforting me in lonely
nights all by myself and just waiting for the right occasion. One must have
something to look forward to after all! ;)
gave him my virginity. At least in my dreams...
Reality had not been so kind to me. I even started to grow my hair (which
I was wearing rather short since I was a k**) in the vain attempt to make
him like me. Well, it didn't work out and a few years later when rising
hormon levels had turned my dreams of intimacy into a real need for it I
had finally given up. But with our graduation nearing I somehow felt that I
couldn't leave it at that. I had to try it one last time. So when Chris
invited me (like everybody else) to the big party at his parents house he
had to his own for the weekend, I was determined to make happen what I'd
been running through my mind on so many nights alone in my bed. I was so
confident it would work out that I told my mum it was a sleepover party and
that she wouldn't have to pick me up until 11 the next morning.
Everybody felt that this could well be the last party of our school time
and so noone missed it. As I arrived the whole house was already crowded
and I had no chance to avoid a few drinks with my girls. And when I finally
started to look for Christian to put my plan into action people told me
that he had gone to his room. I was shocked. Had someone been faster than
me? But no, the truth was even more sad: Apparently Chris had started
drinking when the first people arrived as early as 5 o'clock and was
completely wasted by now. I didn't even get the chance to secretly sneak up
into his bed (which I seriously considered in my desperation) since he had
locked the door behind him. It was horrible and even a whole bunch of
drinks couldn't erase the thoughs of failure. I would have to spend my
whole life knowing that I wasn't able to get the boy of my teenage dreams.
What would that do to my ego!? I felt crushed...
So I got myself quite drunk and just waited for the people to leave one by
one as the night got late. I think it was around four in the morning when I
went to the bathroom to put on the sleepshirt I had only packed to fool my
mother. I found myself a blanket and lay down on the couch in the living
room. There were a few boys left playing cards a few meters away from me
and I think they noticed that I was fingering myself to sleep under my
blanket. But they were either to drunk or to afraid to come over and try
their luck, so I didn't care.
The next morning the most annoying sound my mobile was capable of making
woke me up. I had set the alarm to one hour before my mother would pick me
up. I wnadered around the empty house, made myself a coffee, had a
cigarette in the backyard and started to feel alive again. A quater to
eleven I remembered that my mum had made me bring a toothbrush and I
decided using it would be a good idea. Standing before the bathroom mirror
I suddenly heared the sound of feet coming down the stairs. Damn it! Now
the last time I'd see Chris would be in my long blue sleepshirt with a
ridiculous kitty printed on the front... what should I do?
But I didn't have time to think as a few moments later the doorbell rang.
Crap. Now that would be my mother. I stuck my head out the bathroom door
and saw Christian sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hand and
a look of total confusion on his face.
"That's my mum coming to pick me up. Can you tell her to wait outside for
a moment?"
"What... are you doing here, Jenny?"
"Just tell her... that I am... in the shower or something. Please!"
He did as I had begged him while I darted out to pick up my clothes and
headed back into the bathroom.
"She's waiting in the car.", I heard Chris say, "She says... holy crap!
What have I been missing last night!?"
"She says WHAT!?", I replied sticking out my head again. And then I saw
what he meant. I my hurry I had dropped my bra right on the livingroom
floor from were he was picking it up. Today just refused to get any better
than yesterday I thought and gave up the hide and seek. Walking towards
Chris just as I was I said: "You've been missing a lot more than you can
imagine boy..."
"Wow, what's that suppposed to mean?", he asked staring at the lower rim
of my shirt that was hardly long enough to cover my panties.
"I guess it's too late to find out", I said reaching for my bra in his
hands. But he pulled it away.
"Maybe I should keep that", he teased me.
I didn't know what to do. Now my mum was waiting outside already while I
felt my chance was finally here. But my subconscious had already decided
that it couldn't bear the thought of being a looser. If this was the only
chance I had to take it.
"You know what, Chris?", I asked him and quickly stepping out of my
panties and throwing them at him I added: "How about you keeping the whole
set?"
He caught the tiny piece of black lace fabrique and his jaws dropped. But
he couldn't decide what kind of joke that was. I was in total control now
and it felt so good it made me forget all of last nights anger. I reached
for my purse that lay on the table, took out a condom and handed it to
Christian.
"We only got ten minutes, so hurry up!"
Kneeling on the couch and spreading my legs my shirt slid up by itself.
I was so excited about my own boldness that I didn't need any foreplay.
And I was happy to see that it seemed to be the same with Chris. When he
pulled down his pants his cock was already erect but he was still nervously
trying to rip open the little plastic package.
I had always imagined this to happen a totally different way. With a lot
of caressing and tender foreplay and... but know I felt like I didn't even
have the time to blow the dick I had fantasized about for so long...
But I had to take it the way it came and the dripping wet spot between my
widespread legs was the best proof I really didn't need all that right now.
All I really needed was Christians hard prick in my pussy. And as I told
him just that he had finally managed to put the condom on and didn't even
waste the time to answere me...
His dick went straight in without the least resistance and he fucked me
like crazy right away. I cheered him on while he made up all kinds of
naughty compliments about my pussy being the hottest of the whole school. I
didn't even know if it was the pure enjoyment of his wild treatment or the
flattering things he kept saying that made my face blush.
He pushed up my shirt a little more and leaned over to fondle my breasts,
his cock stuck deep inside me.
"Do you know how often I've jerked off thinking about those perfect boobs
of yours, Jen? Must be hundrets of times I creamed your picture in the
editorial section of the school magazine..."
"You're an idiot!", I simply said, "And now lets finish it. You almost got
me there!"
And within the next minute my pussy squeezed his dick with the tight grip
of my orgasm. I didn't know were it came from but as I moaned with pleasure
I told Chris to: "Cream me for real now!", and he didn't need to hear that
twice. As I felt the first spurt of his warm cum splash onto my naked butt
I turned my head to watch him loose control...
"Wow, now that was a fuck to remember!", were his last words to me.
And from that day on I approached every sexual fantasy I had with the
knowledge that I have the charm, the body and above all the boldness to
make it real if I only want to. And many of them already have become
reality, while some still only exist in my mind, comforting me in lonely
nights all by myself and just waiting for the right occasion. One must have
something to look forward to after all! ;)
15年前
