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 ï>¿Self Dares by stripgnd

   Self Dares Ch.  06

   Caught by Dad, sex with Andy Gets good.

   So I have $115 of disposable cash.  That was a lot for me.  I don't earn
that much and I tend to live hand to mouth.  I spend what I earn.  Well,
that isn't actually true, I tend to spend a little more than I earn and
have to do my puppy eyes to Dad and ask for an advance.  I claim I will pay
him back when I get paid, but we both know that this isn't the case.  It is
very much a loan that is written off the second it is given to me.

   Not big money at any one request, but I guess it does add up over the
weeks and months.  It is worth noting that it is always a loan from Dad and
not Mum.  If I genuinely needed something then of course Mum would give me
the money, but if I went to her to ask for some money to go to the bar, or
to get a takeaway, no level of puppy dog eyes would work.  She would just
tell me to manage my money better.  Which is a fair enough comment.  I have
zero expenses.  My wages are purely mine, I don't pay rent, I don't buy
food or anything like that.  My wages get turned into shoes, clothes,
takeaways and alcohol.

   I have slowly been saving up to treat myself to a Lovense Lush sex toy
and I nearly had enough anyway, the $115 smashed me through the required
cash.  I have seen them on adult sites that as an innocent girl I wouldn't
dream of visiting.  If I did however, then I would like what I saw.  The
thought of a discrete remote-controlled vibrator in my panties made me wet
and horny just thinking about it.

   Now I am fairly sure if I had gone to Mum and somehow found a way
(without dying of embarrassment) to ask her if I could 'borrow' the money
for a sex toy she would have discretely bought me one.  There was just no
way though.  We were close, we had all of the talks and short of physically
showing me (which would have been really fucking weird and very very
illegal at the time) she explained with utmost patience and discretion what
was happening as my body slowly turned into what I have now.  I could talk
to her about anything.  As an example the first time I had sex was really
really painful.  Over a glass (bottle) of wine and between my insecure
blushings we came to the conclusion that it was normal and next time would
be better.  It was.  Although I didn't disclose those details to her.  I am
sure there is a limit to what a mother wants to know about her daughter's
sex life.  "Yeah, Mum.  The second time was awesome.  Doggy style is
fucking amazing.  Yeah, I begged him to fuck me harder faster and deeper
until he exploded into the condom." Probably a bit awkward for both
parties.

   So I now had enough to buy myself one and after a lot of research, I was
going to order one.  Reading between the lines there that sounds like my
research could be assumed to be me watching a lot of porn.  I didn't, and I
don't I dabble in those sorts of sites, but I don't frequent them.  Visual
doesn't really do it for me.  Once you have seen one girl have what sounds
like the best sex ever you have kind of seen it all.  Does anyone sound
like that when they have sex?  For the sake of neighbours, I hope not. 
Curiosity has had me watching the 'too big' videos and...  ow.  I have
watched girls turned into human pincushions and once you have seen one,
meh. Maybe it is the acting.  I like it to seem real, and most of the time
it is an affront to the acting industry to call them actors.

   If I watch porn I usually watch the dare ones.  Pizza delivery, naked in
public, strip games.  That sort of thing, but again, I like it to seem real
and most of the acting is dire.  Not that I could do any better, but I am
not being paid to act or produce such content and as a consumer, I am
entitled to an opinion.  Now don't get me wrong, some of it is awesome and
they are in my favourites on my laptop.  My imagination is better though,
close my eyes and using silicone and fingers I can transport myself into
any sordid fantasy.

   My research was mainly a site that would deliver discretely.  I didn't
want a parcel delivered with LOVENSE LUSH SEX TOY plastered all over it. 
Chances are when it was delivered I would be out and although everyone in
the house will be 99.99% sure I do that sort of thing and likely own the
aids to make that sort of thing more fun, no one in the house needs to know
for sure.  They certainly don't need the finer details of what product I
actually use.

   I was clicking through the options.  I even clicked "gift wrap" for an
extra $3 to further ensure it wasn't delivered in branded packaging, even
though the site said that everything was delivered discretely.  At
checkout, there was an offer that made me hesitate.  I could get a second
one for 40% off the total order.  I didn't need two, vibrators in my mouth
set my teeth on edge and vibrators up my bum make me wish that it was just
my teeth that were on edge (don't ask how I know that.  Okay, you can ask,
but I don't need to answer, I know those facts for the exact reason you are
hoping I know those facts).  Hanna didn't have one though, and they were
linkable.  That would be awesome.  Totally fucking awesome.  I clicked the
up arrow and added a second Lush to my order.  The total was updated and I
clicked the complete order button.

   It put me a few bucks into my overdraft, but as a student, I have a free
overdraft and I was working in a few hours so I could clear the overdraft
then.  Oh, for total transparency here I am counting my actual overdraft as
my money.  The overdraft that I was now $3.89 into was what the bank called
an 'emergency overdraft'.  Basically, I wouldn't be able to spend any more
on that account until it was back into my normal overdraft.

   I waited for the email confirmation to come through on my phone then
closed the laptop down and stood it on the floor where it lived.  I looked
out of the window to check that both cars were still not on the driveway
confirming that I was still home alone.  It was almost midday, I am still
in bed, and I am still wearing what I had slept in, which was nothing.

   I had the house to myself and a couple of hours or so before I had to
set off for work.  My plans were to take advantage of being home alone.  I
was going to make myself some lunch.  Eat lunch.  Iron my work uniform. 
Shower.  Masturbate in the shower, and generally waste two hours.  I would
of course be doing all of the above naked.  I didn't get much opportunity
to exercise my exhibitionist streak at home and so I would be taking
advantage of the opportunity.  I would also be going to work with no
underwear on.  The skirt of the uniform was short enough for this to be
risky.  It was an active job with a lot of bending and stretching to get
stuff.  A lapse of concentration and it was very possible the skirt would
betray my privacy.

   I double-checked out of the window that there were no cars there then
tentatively left my room.  I was fairly sure that everyone would be out. 
They should be.  Mum and Dad would be at work and Graham had lectures.  I
gently tapped on Graham's door, waited a few seconds and when there was no
reply I cautiously cracked the door open to confirm it was empty.  I did
the same with Mum and Dad's room to satisfy myself that I was home alone.
Looking back that was a fairly foolish approach as I was naked whilst
knocking on the doors to confirm that no one was in.  I went back to my
room and picked up my dressing gown.  Occasionally Dad would nip home on
his lunch to let the dog out, but he only usually did that when no one
would be in and he knew that I was, so I could let the dog out.  Taking the
dressing gown would give a level of insurance.  If anyone did come back
unexpectedly I could just put it on and no harm done.  The excitement was
the risk of getting caught though, if there is no risk, there is no
excitement.  I put the dressing gown back and decided to risk it.

   I went downstairs and into the kitchen.  I turned the kettle on and
opened a packet of noodles that I would have for my lunch.  I could hear
the radio playing in the living room that was left on for the dog.  I am
not sure why.  I think Mum read that it makes the dog think they are not
alone so it is comforting.  It is easier to just put the radio on than
argue with Mum.  If the dog didn't like it he wouldn't stay in the room,
and he didn't even come and investigate who was in the kitchen.  Even
though it was far from cold the fact that I was naked meant that I was less
than comfortable.  I wasn't cold as such, but I was aware of the cool air
against parts of my body that were usually not exposed to the air.

   I sat on one of the bar stools while the kettle boiled.  The cold wood
of the seat felt naughty against my bare bum.  Plus we had the slowest
kettle in history.  It eventually boiled, I poured the water, selected a
bag of crisps and went back upstairs to eat them.  If Dad did come back on
his lunch then I would get caught if I was in the kitchen.  The first
warning I would get would be the key in the door, and with a clear view
from the front door to the escape route from the kitchen upstairs, he would
see me naked.  A fleeting glimpse, but naked nonetheless.

   I finished my lunch and went back downstairs to iron my uniform.  I was
pleased it had already been done.  Mum is a good one.  I went back upstairs
and went into the bathroom.  I had a while.  This was going to be good.  I
went back to my room and collected a dildo.  I left the bathroom door open,
for no other reason than the potential exposure.  Real risk was minimal, I
would hear anyone come in the house and that would give me plenty of time
to leap out of the shower and close the door.  Still though, naked in a
glass-fronted shower using a dildo with a wide open bathroom door.  A
serious buzz.

   I got into the shower and using the shower jets I swept them across my
clit and pussy.  It felt instantly so nice.  I sucked the dildo to lube it
a little bit, but I wouldn't need it.  I had woken up horny and wandering
around the house with no clothes on further added to my arousal.  I tested
the dildo and took it.  "Fuck," I said out loud.  I had no reason to be
silent, I was going to squeal.

   I squatted down in the shower and gently teased the toy into myself.  It
was anatomically correct in that it had a larger head than shaft and once
the two-inch head was inside me I gently inserted the rest of it. 
"Mmmmmmmmm, yeah," I breathed softly as six inches filled me.  I gently
started to thrust it in and out of me while sweeping the shower jets across
my clit.

   I would normally get on my knees and do it doggy style.  It felt the
best and it got me off the quickest.  I wasn't in a rush though.  Plus the
fact I would be wearing a skirt for work and the hard shower tray would
leave noticeable marks on my knees for a while afterwards.  This wasn't my
first rodeo.  I rested my back against the wall and staying crouched down I
fucked myself.  The toy wasn't big enough to hurt if I went too deep so I
just went for it.  Hard and fast I fucked myself with a dildo while teasing
my clit with the shower jets.  I switched them between pulse and just plain
jets.  I wanted the pulse to feel nicer than it did.  It should have been
eye-crossingly good, but it just never seemed to deliver.  I think because
the water jets were a lot thicker when in the pulse mode and instead of
caressing my clit and pussy they just hit it and weren't as delicate.

   I slowed down a few times to delay my orgasm.  I had over an hour, and I
didn't want to come in the first five minutes.  I wanted to build myself up
to an earth-shattering one.  If I peed myself then so what, I was in the
shower.  Just a note there that I have never managed to make myself wee
during orgasm.  Still, it was fun trying.  I teased the dildo against my
ass, that would make me last a lot longer.  My ass resisted though and even
with a firm push it won the battle and I gave up.  I considered going back
to my room for the lube, but the voice in my head was telling me that was a
stupid idea if I was going commando with a skirt on.  The last thing I
wanted was to be paranoid that lube was running down my legs.  Plus the
fact the lube I have is water-based.  It is fucking useless in the shower
unless I use loads of it and I am not made of money.

   I switched the shower to the basic tap mode and put it back into the
holder.  I directed it so the water was landing roughly where my pussy was
going to be.  I switched the bath tap on and got the water temperature
right then carefully sat facing them.  The water from the shower and the
tap were landing in roughly the same place and I shuffled myself forward
folding my legs further and further back until I was sat underneath them.
"Fuck, yes," I moaned as I leaned back and let the water do its job.  I lay
flat on my back and rocked my hips.  Circling my pussy and clit to get the
water jets hitting all of the good places.

   It felt like the water was penetrating me.  It probably was, the shower
was fairly high and water is fairly determined when it has momentum. 
Whatever it was doing I was going to cum, and I was going to cum big.  I am
not a screamer by any stretch of the imagination, but turn off my noise
filter and you can tell what is happening.  I started to hump at the water
and it took all my willpower to stop myself from finishing myself off with
my fingers.  I would cum quicker if I fingered myself, but if I let the
water do it I would cum harder.

   I interlocked my fingers behind my head and used my hands to support my
head as I watched what the shower was doing.  My eyes blurred a few times
and I heard myself swear a couple of times.  My breathing stopped.  My
fingers slipped and my head thumped back onto the shower tray.  "Yes!  YES
YES YES!" I whimpered as I orgasmed.  "Fuck!  YES!" I said.  Louder than a
conversation, but nowhere near a shout.  Loud enough to echo slightly in
the bathroom though.

   I crossed my legs so the water was hitting my knees and not between my
legs as I recovered my composure.  Unfolding my legs I got up and washed my
hair.  I soaped myself up and cleaned the dildo while I was in the shower.
The dildo incidentally had just been discarded in the shower tray.  I dried
myself and wrapped my hair in a towel.  Naked I went back to my room.  I
checked out of the window again before I left my door open and dried my
hair.

   I did my makeup and brushed my hair back into a simple ponytail.  I
heard the clank of a gate and leapt up.  I checked out of the window and it
was just the postman.  I prayed for him to knock on the door.  I was up for
naked door opening, but he just pushed something through the letter box. 
The dog went insane, he always does.  He would be playing with the post as
well.  I went downstairs and to the front door.  I shouted at the dog and
he dropped the letter he was playing with.  He never destroyed them, he
just made them slobbery.  I picked it up and stacked it with the other one.
Both of them weren't for me.

   "Do you have water?" I asked the dog.  He looked at me like he
understood, of course, he didn't, but I diverted into the living room to
check his water.

   I stepped into the room and froze.  Dad was sitting there.  For a second
I thought it was just a coat that looked like a person, but that was just
hopeful thinking, Dad was sitting there and staring at me as he stopped
eating his lunch.  "Why the fuck are you in?" I asked staring at him like a
rabbit in headlights.

   "Er..  car is in for a service so I am working from home, Wanna cover
yourself?" he replied still staring at me.  I was still naked and stunned
into just standing there.  Full frontal naked.  I swore again.  "And
language," he scalded.

   "Sorry," I said as I placed my hands over my boobs neglecting the fact
that I was bottomless as well.  He could have looked away.  He didn't, he
just switched to staring between my legs instead of my bare chest.

   "Still not covered," he said and finally diverted his eyes.  He threw a
hoodie at me that was on the pile of washing waiting to be ironed.  I
caught it and held it in front of my chest.  It was one of his, so easily
covered me.

   "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, why are you in?" I said again as realisation set in. 
He had just listened to me orgasm.  Like a proper loud orgasm.  Why didn't
he shout up to warn me?  I guess because that would have been even more
weird.  "Hey love, I don't wanna hear you cum, wanna keep it down a bit?" I
just swore again.

   "Language," he scalded again as I dropped the hoodie over my head.  It
came down to my knees more or less.

   "Sorry," I said again.  "Did you hear?" I asked.  Unless he was deaf he
heard his baby girl have a very loud and intense orgasm.  He didn't reply,
he just gave me the 'Of course I heard' look and I lit up bright red.

   He just laughed.  Not a vindictive laugh, it was more dismissive. 
"Sorry, I should have said I was in when you came down for your lunch," he
said.

   "That would have been nice," I said meeting his gaze for the first time
and cracking a smile.  For it to be exciting you have to risk getting
caught.  "So sorry," I said as I blushed again.

   "Hey, no worries," he said waving his hand and continuing with his
lunch. "Sounded like you had a great shower," he added and I lit up again.

   "I can't believe you just heard that," I said.  Partially to him, but
also to myself as realisation set in.  "I am so sorry," I added.  Genuinely
I was.  No parent wanted to hear that from their offspring.  It wasn't
obnoxiously loud, but even so, it was fairly fucking loud.

   "What on earth did you do?" he asked and that was his turn to blush and
look extremely awkward.  It was a genuine question in that he had no idea
how I could make myself enjoy something that much with water, but he
realised the question was beyond inappropriate the second he asked it.  I
don't think it was even an intended question.  It was an internal thought
that slipped out.

   "Oh, er, uhm," I stammered.  I simply laid under the shower, opened my
legs and waited, but there was no way he needed to know that.  He is
married, I am sure he knows how a girl works.

   "Sorry, don't wanna know," he said smiling at me.  He did, he was
curious, he probably wanted to know how to make Mum make those noises. 
Eww. "You know what your Mum would say?" he asked as he changed the
subject.

   "No, what?" I replied.

   "Put some fucking clothes on when you are not in your room," he said
with a wry smile.

   "And I would tell you to mind your language," I replied with a giggle. I
left the room and started to go back upstairs.

   "And I want that hoodie back," he shouted after me.

   I turned around on the stairs and took it off.  I went back downstairs
and rested my arm across my boobs as insurance.  I leaned into the living
room and threw it towards him.  "There ya go," I said.

   "I didn't mean now," he said laughing, "But cheers."

   "No prob, cheers for the emergency loan," I said then started to go
towards the stairs.

   "Oh, Sophie!" He shouted and I poked my head back around the doorway
again.  "Put some fucking clothes on."

   "Not much fucking point now," I shrugged with a wry smile and a giggle.

   "LANGUAGE!" we both said at the same time.

   I went to work and as I had promised myself I didn't wear any underwear.
No bra or panties.  The uniform was a black blouse and a pleated mid-thigh
length skirt that was also black.  Short enough to be aware of my lack of
panties but also long enough to require bad luck for anyone to actually see
anything.  Or good luck, depending on your point of view I guess.  The only
real risk was when a keg needed changing the cellar was accessed down a
steep staircase via a hatch that was in the floor behind the bar.  When it
was open as long as I avoided walking near it I was fine.

   I did toy with walking near it on purpose with the intention of
flashing. The guys made no pretence of claiming they didn't look up
whenever they were in the cellar hoping for a glimpse.  It was perverted
and wrong and a massive invasion of privacy and trust, but we can't really
claim the high ground.  A couple of weeks ago Alice straddled the hatch and
shouted at Jack who was changing a keg.  His exclamation of "Fucking hell,
wow," said all you needed to know.  I am assuming she was wearing
underwear, but even so, female underwear in a real-world situation when
viewed from that angle with legs open covers very little.  Depending on
what underwear she was wearing and the panties could have been totally
useless at preserving dignity.

   The main reason that I didn't just flash was I wanted a strip game
rematch.  Not a fair one, one that was massively not in my favour.  Winning
is fun and all that, but exhibitionism is only satiated by exposure.  I
wanted to lose and I wanted to lose badly.  I wanted the whole bar staff to
see my tits and pussy, I didn't want it to be a cheap quick flash of an
up-skirt, I wanted it to be full frontal exposure.  I would need to work on
that though, there was no viable scenario that I could think of that would
engineer such a situation.  I wanted to lose, but I didn't want it to look
like I wanted to lose.

   When I got back home the living room light was still on so someone was
still up.  I let myself in and popped my head into the living room.  "Hi
love," Mum said when she saw me.  "Good shift?"

   "Yeah it was okay," I replied.  "Weekday, so shit tips," I added.

   "Yeah, sucks," she said, "Really quiet?"

   "Not massively, just steady," I replied, "What are you drinking?" I
asked.

   "Wine," she said, "Want a glass?"

   "Drinking alone?" I asked with a grin.

   She nodded and smiled.  "Yeah, your Dad is up early so left me alone
with a full bottle.  Schoolboy error," she said smiling at me.

   "I will help," I said, "I will just go and change," I added.

   I was happy to work behind a bar for six hours with no underwear on, but
we had a very low sofa and drinking wine was just a recipe for disaster.  I
have already flashed one parent tonight, let's not make it two.  I went
upstairs and changed into a long T-shirt and most importantly put my pyjama
shorts on.  I got myself a glass and filled it with wine.  I took the
bottle into the living room and topped up Mum's glass as well before
placing it on the table.  There was still over half a bottle, but there was
no way that was surviving the night.

   "What are you watching?" I asked as I looked at the TV.

   "No idea," she said as she pressed the info button to bring up the
details of the program.

   We made short work of the half bottle of wine and cracked open a second.
We chatted about nothing in particular, just mother and daughter having a
few drinks on a random evening.  "Did Dad tell you what I did earlier?" I
asked during a lull in the conversation.

   She smiled at me which answered my question, but she replied anyway. 
"Oh yes, I believe you had an amazing shower," she said.

   I blushed which surprised me a little bit.  I asked the question with
the full expectation that he would have at least mentioned my error. 
"Yeah, oops," I replied smiling at her shyly.  "Is he traumatised?" I
asked.

   "Not at all," she said with the same wry smile I use when she asks me
how my night was when I have been out with a guy, "I should thank you," she
added with a definite twinkle in her eyes.

   I quickly put two and two together and just looked at her.  I am fairly
sure that is wrong.  Seeing your daughter naked, listening to her
masturbate to orgasm, being turned on by it and then fucking your wife's
brains out.  "Eww eww eww," I said but grinned at her.  "You are welcome
though," I added.

   "Oh less of your ewwing," she said with a laugh, "Where do you think you
came from?"

   "I was delivered by stalk," I said, "We all know this.  It was like a
Disney film my arrival."

   "It fucking wasn't," she said smiling at me, "You were a little devil on
your way out."

   "But you love me," I said.

   "Yeah...  sometimes," she said hesitantly.

   "Hey!" I protested, but we both laughed.

   "Oh, how was your second date with Andy?" she asked, "I assume it was
Andy?"

   "Aww, yeah, it was lovely," I said, "He is lovely."

   She looked at me for a little longer than I would have expected before
she said anything.  Did she really want gory details?  Yeah, Mum, I sucked
his dick and swallowed his cum because I was on so I didn't want to have
sex with him.  I bet you are so proud of your baby girl.  "Where did you
go?" she eventually asked.

   "Just to the bar with a few friends," I replied, "And then back to his."

   I left the last statement hanging a little bit.  I didn't want to
surrender details if she wasn't interested, but if she wanted to know then
I have no problem discussing it with her.  "Does he have his own place?"
she asked.

   "Uh-huh," I nodded in reply.  Yes, Mum, we can make as much noise as we
want.  She smiled at me knowingly.  I am a sexually active teenager, I am
sure she was the same when she was my age.

   "How old is he?" she asked.

   I wasn't expecting that question.  I looked at her for a few moments. 
Lying would be pointless as it is hard to blag someone's age long-term. 
Did I just suggest this was going to be long-term?  "Er, older," I said
hesitantly as I looked at her for her reaction.  Age was just a number, but
he was significantly older than me.

   "40...  30...  20..." she prompted with a smile.  "I don't care, I am
just being nosey," she added.

   "Eww, 40, that would be like..." I began but stopped myself.  I realised
how offensive finishing that statement would be when speaking to the person
who was regularly having sex with my Dad.

   "Fucking your Dad?" she finished for me and laughed.

   Her language shocked me.  We swore in front of each other but never
concerning things like that.  Yeah, I like a damn good fucking, but to my
Mum, I would not refer to it as a fuck.  I would tell her to fuck off
though, in jest of course.  It is a strange thing context isn't it.  Same
words, very different connotations.  "Well I probably would have said
Having sex with..  but yeah." I said with a grin, "He is 25," I added.

   "That isn't old," she said.

   "Older than me," I said, "I bet Dad won't approve."

   "Your Dad wouldn't approve if he hand-picked someone and had them, and
their entire family, police background checked," she said, "But as long as
you are happy then he is okay with whatever you decide."

   "He is cute," I said as I remembered our last night together.

   My eyes must have gone dreamy like they do sometimes and Mum smiled at
me.  "Awww," she said, "Is someone in love?" she teased.

   She was expecting an instant retort, but I hesitated.  I really liked
him, it wasn't at the love stage yet, but I missed him when I didn't hear
from him for a while.  I got tingles when he touched me, and no, not when
being touched in those places, anyone can generate tingles if they get to
that stage.  Just touching my leg or arm felt electric and when we held
hands it just felt...  good.  I didn't know how to answer her question, so
I just shrugged.

   Her face switched from playful teasing to empathy.  "He did seem nice,"
she said, "Anyone who sits in a hospital for hours in a keeper," she added.

   "Yeah, he is sweet," I said.

   "Did he get better?" she asked.  I saw the flicker of doubt as she asked
the question.  That question would have no way gotten passed her brain
filter had she not consumed a few glasses of wine previously.  She didn't
retract it though.

   Again, I shrugged.  "I was on, so we just..." I began.  I didn't know
what sort of detail she wanted.  Hanna got all the gory details, but I am
not sure if my Mum wanted to know what the texture and taste were like in
gory details.

   "Cuddled?" she suggested.

   I looked at her and gave her a wry smile.  She really did want details,
or at least more details.  "A little more than cuddling," I said.  She
didn't say anything she just looked at me.  Like a child who is being read
a story that they are really into.  There was no protest at the story
stopping, but she didn't interrupt me in case I was continuing.  I took
another sip of wine while I looked back at her.  "Errr...  really?" I
prompted.  Did she want the gory details?  I needed to be sure of that
before I disclosed those.

   She took a big swallow of her wine and shrugged.  "Sure...  I miss being
a teenager," she said.

   "I now know what he tastes like," I said and gauged her reaction. 
Seeing no obvious look of disgust or disappointment at my promiscuity I
continued.  "How many calories are in it again?" I asked.  I referred to it
as 'it' as I couldn't bring myself to say semen, cum or whatever other
names can be used for the male ejaculate in front of my Mum.

   She laughed and took another sip of her wine.  "About 10," she answered,
"I am sure you can afford those in your budget.  Unless there was a lot to
er...  deal with..." she said leadingly.

   "Enough," I replied.

   "You do know that you can still...  you know...  when you are on," she
offered.

   "I know," I replied nodding my head, "It is just...  a bit icky."

   We both had a giggle at my teenageness and the subject was changed which
I was fairly glad of.  I have no issue with discussing this sort of stuff
with my Mum, but there is a line.  Discussing it openly and honestly with
your mates is perfectly fine.  Discussing it in gory detail with your Mum
could get a little bit awkward.  Not least because I wasn't sure if any of
it would get back to Dad.  Not as a story time type deal, but as an
argument or justification for some sort of scenario.  My Dad probably knows
what I get up to, but he doesn't need to know his baby girl has been on her
knees with a cock down her throat and adding ten calories to her daily
intake.

   The one question that wasn't asked that I was fairly glad of was a
simple and to me, the obvious one.  "Why were you walking around the house
with no clothes on Sophie?" I wouldn't have had an answer to that.  There
is no innocent reason for doing it that I can think of.  "Because I get off
on exposure." Probably a bit too candid and honest.  Luckily the question
remained unasked, so I could leave it unanswered.

   We eventually ran out of wine and a little tipsy I went up to bed.  I
stripped and went to open my underwear drawer.  I paused when I noticed
that it wasn't closed properly.  It was something that I always ensured I
did as it isn't just innocent underwear that I keep in there.  Dig a little
deeper and there are the usual additions that you may find in a girl's
intimates drawer.  I pushed it and there was a pair of my panties sticking
out to stop the drawer from closing properly.  I opened the drawer and
jabbed the material out of the way and closed it again with a slight clunk.

   There is no way I can be 100% sure that I had closed my drawer as I am
not that anal about stuff like that.  I am however 99% sure that I will
have closed it before leaving for work.  Both Mum and Dad always left my
washing on my bed for me to put away.  I am not sure if that was out of
respect for my privacy or if it was just they had washed, dried and ironed
it, the least I could do was put it away.

   "Sophie," I heard Mum say as she simultaneously knocked and just came
into my room, "Do you need the bathroom or are you done?" she asked as she
came in.

   "1 sec," I said even though it was way too late to preserve my dignity.
That was two parents who have seen me naked today.  Although technically it
was past midnight, so not on the same day, just within 24 hours.  "Just
changing," I added as I grabbed my t-shirt and held it roughly in front of
me.

   "Oh, sorry love," she said as she saw that I was naked.  I was holding
the t-shirt in front of me, but it was a token effort at best.  I was most
probably showing a bit of boob, potentially a glimpse of a nipple, a hell
of a lot of leg, and possibly a little bit more as well.

   "No prob," I lied.  It was fucking annoying when she just walked in, but
whatever.  "No, I am okay," I said in reply to her original question.

   She left my room, I stopped staring at my underwear drawer and just put
some on.  I got into bed, pulled the duvet up around my neck and enjoyed
the cool sheets against my bare breasts.  I rolled onto my side and closed
my eyes.  My brain wouldn't turn off though.  I sincerely hoped Graham
wasn't rifling through my underwear drawer.  Mainly because it would be
beyond creepy, but also because if he delved a little bit deeper there were
a lot more intimate items in there than a slinky thong or two.

   I was hyper-aware of it for the next few days and there were no further
occurrences.  Maybe I had just left it open in my rush while getting ready
for work.  Even though I didn't wear any at work, so why would I have
opened it?  By the by, I had jumped to conclusions and clearly missed the
mark.

   I was so excited when the package was finally delivered.  What girl
doesn't like receiving the contents of a big package?  nIn all aspects of
the word, I was excited.  I have heard good things about the LUSH and I was
looking forwards to test-driving it.  I unpacked them both and left Hanna's
in the shrink-wrapped box.

   The first thing that leapt out at me was the size of it.  They are
fairly tiny.  Light as well.  It really doesn't take much to turn a girl
into goo, you just need to be really focused and really know what you are
doing.  I had a quick skim of the instructions, having a smile to myself at
the "do not boil" warning.  Like really?  To put the warning on someone
must have boiled one in the past.  Hilarious and terrifying at the same
time.  I also noted the "Under no circumstances should you use the Lush
anally." I wouldn't boil it, no promises on the other though.

   I put it on charge and went to the gym.  If I stayed in the house I
would check it every 30 seconds to see if the indicator was green yet and a
watched kettle never boils.  I sent a message to Hanna on the way, but she
rejected my gym invite.  I did a full gym session, but due to how busy the
changing rooms were when I had finished I would shower at home.  Again,
teenage insecurity was weird.  No issue playing a strip game with a bunch
of work colleagues who would 100% be looking if I ended up naked, but
showering in a room full of girls who likely wouldn't even notice another
naked girl was a hell no.

   I got back and ginned at the green LED indicator.  Incidentally, the toy
was plugged in behind my bedside table and was positioned behind my bed and
buried underneath several teddy bears.  I was taking no chances at someone
coming into my room and finding it laying on my bed happily charging.  I
quickly showered and dried myself off.  I stayed naked.

   I switched on some music to listen to and then downloaded the app. 
Linking the device was so easy, they really do make these things
idiot-proof.  I turned the toy on and held it as I cycled the modes.  Fuck
me, it felt nice just in my hand.  It was so cool.  I put on some panties
to test the "discrete" claim, and it was fairly good.  On my back, legs
open, and yeah, no hiding that, but wearing a skirt or even jeans and it
would be unnoticeable unless I lay on my back and open my legs.  "FUCK!" I
said as I heard the front door open.  "Hello?" I said as a popped my head
out of my room.  I was only wearing panties so kept my arm across my chest,
just in case.

   "Hi," Graham shouted back.

   "Fucks sake," I said to myself.  That fucks up my plans.  "Hi, thought
you were out?" I said.

   "Yeah, change of plans," he said and I heard him coming towards the
stairs.  I ducked back into my room as I heard him start to come up the
stairs.  "Are you going out?" he asked.

   "No," I said as I softly closed my door.  I heard him get to the top of
the stairs.  "I am just changing, don't come in," I said and I heard the
change in his footsteps as they stopped.

   I dropped a T-shirt on and opened my door.  I was expecting him to be in
his room, but he was on the landing which caused me to jump a little.  "Oh
shit, didn't expect you to be there," I said, "Made me jump," I added
smiling at him.

   "Clearly," he said as he scanned me up and down.  The T-shirt was long
enough, but barely.  He wasn't sure whether to look away or not and that
was ignoring the fact I still had a sex toy in me, although it was switched
off.  I smiled at the prospect of that.  I was standing less than two
meters away from my brother and he was totally unaware that I had a toy
inside me.  What is more, if I innocently messed with my phone I would be
able to turn it on and he would be none the wiser.  Well, until my eyes lit
up and my face contorted as I had an uncontrolled orgasm.

   I spent a lot of time debating whether the smaller size of the toy would
be an irritant, but even with it off I could feel where it was positioned.
It was resting against that sweet spot that when found turns me to goo
fairly quickly.  We chatted about nothing in particular for a few minutes
before I heard my phone buzz on my bed.

   I smiled when I saw that it was a message from Andy.

   Andy -- Hey, what are you up to?

   Sophie -- Laying on my bed in just my underwear listening to music. 
You?

   He didn't need the details of what I was wearing.  He was a guy though,
they love visual stimuli, I had may as well paint a picture for him.  I am
horny, I had may as well make him horny and see what cums up.  Hopefully,
he is inviting me around to his.  It was also a little bit of a white lie.
Do panties and a longish t-shirt count as just underwear?

   Andy -- Nice.  Are you due in work?

   Sophie -- No.  I am not in until next week now

   Andy -- Fancy coming around and listening to music here?

   Sophie -- In my underwear?

   Andy -- You wouldn't get any complaints from me

   Sophie -- I bet.  :-).  I am on my way

   I dressed in a loose T-shirt and a mid-thigh length skirt.  I put on
some clean panties (hopefully not for long) and for completeness, I had
trainer socks and my trainers on.  I wasn't wearing a bra.  My overnight
bag was socks, panties and condoms.  Fairly sure he would have condoms, but
I didn't want to move to the stage where were went without yet and I didn't
want to not have sex because we didn't have any.  I quickly did my hair and
spruced myself up with some perfume and stuff.

   I tapped on Graham's door as I walked past and went in once I had the
all-clear.  "Hiya, I am going to Andy's," I said, "See ya tomorrow."

   "Have fun," he said as he looked me up and down.

   I caught the bus and got to Andy's 30 minutes later or so.  For the
duration of the journey, I debated with myself whether to remove my panties
or not.  There was no doubt about the reason that I was going around.  The
last time we had slept together I had been off limits and so in my mind, he
owed me.  Our text messages had slowly turned from slightly suggestive to
very very suggestive.  We hadn't gone as far as sexting or phone sex, but
between you and me I have gently fingered myself to orgasm while messaging
him.  I wondered if he has played with himself while messaging me?  Or just
thinking about me?  I guess from my point of view there is no way I can
answer that with the positive without sounding very full of myself.  I
hoped that he had though.  It is kinda cool to think that he finds me
attractive and "fun" enough to cum over me.  I wondered what levels of
depravity he imagined me in while he was trying to rip his cock off.

   I am fairly liberal when it comes to that sort of stuff, so never say
never.  I assume I have limits though, but I haven't really thought about
what I wouldn't do in any great detail.  Pain is a big no-no.  I don't
think I am massively into the BDSM thing either.  Although a bit of tying
up and stuff would be fun.  I am however no stranger to having a dick in my
mouth and on occasion I have allowed one up my ass as well.  Although not
in the same session.  Eww.  I have slept with a girl and would love to do
it again.  A threesome would be awesome.  I don't think I would be into a
threesome with two other girls.  I don't know why, but it doesn't instantly
make me excited.  Two guys or a guy and a girl though would be fun. 
Ideally both options at some point.  I would LOVE to get spit-roasted doggy
style.  Cock in my mouth and a cock up my ass pounding me as they try and
meet in the middle.  Which is odd, as my first statement was I am not into
pain.  I am guessing a cock up my ass with the freedom of doggy style is
going to be more than a little uncomfortable.  I am not sure though, I have
done anal, but never gave him full control of speed and depth and even that
was more than a little uncomfortable.  Maybe we just needed more lube.  Or
maybe my bum is not designed to be fucked and it was just my body's way of
letting me know that it was a stupid idea.

   I got to Andy's and tapped on the door.  I was still wearing panties. 
Although they were arguably not as dry as when I had set off.  The door
opened quicker than it would have taken him to get off the sofa and make it
to the front door.  He was waiting for me.  Cute.  "Hi," he said grinning
at me.

   "Hiya," I replied as he took my rucksack off me and gave me a kiss.  We
went inside and he placed my rucksack on the floor in the hallway.  His dog
came over to say hi and he got a quick fuss and ear scratch.

   "Wanna drink?" he offered.

   "Yeah, please, whatever you are on," I replied.

   He came back with a beer and we sat on the sofa with the TV on.  I
kicked my trainers off and sat with my back against the arm of the sofa and
my legs laying across his legs.  My knees were bent upwards as it was only
a two-seater so was a little snug sitting like this.  I wasn't doing it for
comfort though.  I was doing it because I was wearing a skirt and after a
while watching a film in this position gravity would win, my skirt would
slide up my legs and he would be able to see up my skirt.

   It is strange isn't it early relationship etiquette.  I am fairly sure
there would have been no complaints if I had walked into his flat and just
been honest and said, "Hi Andy, I am horny.  Wanna fuck my brains out?"
There had to be a little dance though first.  A little bit of flirting and
build-up.  I have no idea why, but those are the rules.

   His eyes gradually stopped watching the film and spent more time looking
up my skirt.  I noticed him, but I didn't acknowledge I had seen him.  I
let him assume I was oblivious to my state of decency.  I made a point of
placing my beer on the table when I wasn't drinking it.  Each time I leaned
sideways to reach for it I dropped my knee that was closest to the table.
This helped me maintain balance while I leaned across (there is nothing
sexy about falling off a sofa and landing in a heap) it also had the added
benefit of offering him a much better peek at my panties.

   My panties were a baby pink thong.  They were enough to them to maintain
my decency, but as female underwear tends to be, they were small and cute
enough to be sexy.  They perfectly tread the fine line that was between
functional and sexy.  As proven now, they are cute enough to be flashing to
my boyfriend and getting the reaction that I desire.  Yet at the same time
if I was wearing them with just a vest/bra top and Dad or brother came in I
wouldn't feel the need to cover myself up.  Assuming I was facing them, as
dictated by the thong design, there is absolutely nothing to the back of
them.

   His hand eventually rested on my knee and there was no complaint from me
when he slowly slid his hand down my thigh.  He looked at me as he ventured
towards my skirt which was now more resembling a belt than a skirt it had
ridden up that much.  I glanced at him and then down at his hand.  I didn't
say anything, I just slightly dropped my knee to the side which more or
less sent the invite.  His fingertips brushed against my panties and the
angle that he was at meant that was a gentle brush across my clit.  I
shivered at his touch but managed to contain any audible response.  I was
so horny.  I wanted to have sex and yet at the same time, I was anxious
that his previous early finish was going to happen again.  I am sure he was
just as anxious if not more than me.

   He gently teased me through my thin underwear and he must have been able
to feel the heat that was radiating from me.  I stared at him as he slowly
worked his way up to fingering me.  He smiled at me when he saw me looking
at him and I returned the smile.  "Fuck," I whispered as he hit a
particularly sensitive part of me.  I tilted my head back and closed my
eyes.  "That feels so nice," I whispered.  There was no pretence now. 
Foreplay done, to be honest, I arrived ready.  Your texts and general
awesomeness had warmed me up, let's get horizontal.

   "Glad you approve," he replied quietly.  I held my breath as I felt the
cool air lick across my pussy as he lifted my panties away with his finger.
Using a second finger he gently stroked it between my legs and I could feel
my lubrication coat his finger as he stroked between my legs.  He tugged at
my panties and I lifted my bum off the sofa.  Taking the opportunity he
removed them, slipped them down my legs and totally off before dropping
them on the floor.  I opened my legs for him again hoping he would continue
where he left off.  He did, gently teasing first one and then a second
finger into me.

   He was good, he knew how to finger a girl.  Even at this awkward angle
he managed to curl his fingers upwards inside me and began searching for my
G-spot.  Circling his two fingers around as he felt for it.  Both physical
touch if he found it and also watching for my reaction.  He would know if
he found it.  I was likely to go cross-eyed.  He was close, and I
considered guiding him, but fuck me, the search for nearly as much fun.  It
felt so nice as he fingered me.  I let myself slip down a little bit lower
on the sofa as he needed to go a tiny bit deeper, not much, another
centimetre or so.

   I stared down at his hand that was between my legs and then smiled at
him.  I would cum even if he just kept doing this.  If he found my G-spot
it would be a no-filter orgasm.  I was so turned on.  Electricity rippled
through my body as he played with me.  Using his left hand he lifted my
t-shirt up.  I lifted my arms and he removed my t-shirt.  I was now only
wearing a skirt and socks.  I rubbed my feet against the sofa and rolled my
socks off.  My skirt was bunched up around my waist and looked more like a
strange waist-worn hair scrunchy than a skirt.  He shifted it around and it
took me a second to realise he was looking for the zip.  It didn't have
one, it was a pull-up one with a button fastener.  Instead, I lifted it up
and over my head.  I was naked.

   Concentrating 100% on what he was doing instead of undressing me he
resumed his hunt and found it.  "Oh fuck," I gasped as I felt his finger
stroke across my g-spot.  He quickly circled back and homed in on it.  My
tummy muscles pulsed rapidly as I stared down at his hand.  I swore again
and then closed my eyes.  I was going to announce that I was cumming, but
it seemed like a waste of oxygen to state the obvious.  "Oh yes...  yes yes
yes," I said.  Starting softly, each yes slowly rose to what was a normal
speaking volume.

   "Oh wow," he said as he watched me orgasm.  I could feel my pussy trying
to crush his fingers and then he did the first thing wrongly.  It wasn't
his fault, he wasn't a mind reader.  He stayed on my g-spot, once I am
cumming just go deep.  No finesse is needed or requested at that stage,
just finger fuck me until I stop you or pass out.  "Ow," he said jokingly
as I felt myself relax around his fingers.

   "Sorry," I grinned at him.  That had been an awesome orgasm, but if he
had been a mind reader it would have been next level.

   "So tight," he observed as he continued to slowly finger me.  I wouldn't
cum again, not with fingers anyway.  I probably would if he went down on
me, but he had earned what he most likely wanted.

   I didn't reply to his tight comment and just took it as a compliment. 
"Condom?" I asked.

   "In my room," he said.  I had some in my bag, but the bed was comfier.

   We went to his room and he was undressed on the way.  By the time we got
into his room, he was only wearing his boxers.  I sank to my knees and took
his boxers to the floor as I did so.  He was erect and my mouth surrounded
his cock as I knelt in front of him.  "Oh fuck," he gasped as I
deep-throated him.

   I gently sucked him while he looked down at me.  I looked up at him and
made my eyes as wide and puppy dog as I could manage.  Accentuated by my
eye makeup I looked up at him with wide innocent eyes as his cock plunged
in and out of my mouth and throat.  "Oh my God," he whispered as he stared
at me.

   He could cum in my mouth.  The night was young, this was just starters.
We had an entree and dessert to go yet.  After a few minutes of me
frantically sucking him off to try and make him cum he guided me to my feet
and kissed me.  He put a condom on laid me on my back on the bed and
penetrated me.  I held his shoulders as he gently but firmly pushed himself
inside me.  As each inch slipped into me my fingernails dug into his
shoulders a little firmer.  "Fuck yes," I gasped as I felt his balls rest
against me as I took all of him.

   He held himself inside me as I tensed and relaxed my pussy as I
surrounded him.  "So tight," he whispered.  Again it sounded like an
observation, so I didn't reply.  Hefelt like he was so deep inside me and I
gently raked my fingernails down his back to his bum.  I grabbed him and
pulled him in closer then relaxed as I pushed my hips against his to move
him backwards.  As he retreated a few inches I pulled my hips back and he
pushed forwards into me again.  Taking the hint he picked up the pace and
we had sex.

   He lasted more than 30 seconds.  Tension seemed to leave the room as he
lasted 1 minute, then 2 and beyond.  Slowing down for kisses and slight
position changes it was so nice.  There is that word again.  Nice.  It was
nice.  I would even go as far as to categorise it as really nice.  It
wasn't awesome though.  It just wasn't...  I don't know.  I am being
unfair. I was making all of the right noises and I am terrible at faking
it. It was genuine, and I was loving it.  Sex is sooooo good and yet there
was something, or there wasn't something.  It was just...  nice.

   He lifted his angle a little bit higher and picked up the pace.  I
grinned at him as I opened my legs wider for him.  As near as makes no
difference I was on my back, legs akimbo, in the splits position.  The
flexibility gave him a bit more depth and he took it.  My vision blurred as
he managed to go a little too deep and hit my cervix.  It wasn't painful,
but it did take me by surprise.  I didn't think he was big enough.  I
adjusted my legs to control the depth and stared up at him.  He was no
longer thrusting with his legs he was just using his hips.  Fast and deep
he raced to his orgasm.

   He buried his face into my shoulder and I felt the pulse as he came into
me.  Or into the condom anyway.  I wrapped my arms around his back and
cuddled him as his hips bucked his cock into me as he filled up the condom.
He slowed to a stop and caught his breath.  He pulled out of me and I
folded my legs closed to cover my dignity.  "Wow," I said as I grinned up
at him.  On the come down from sex and feeling exposed and self-conscious I
used my hands to cover my bare breasts.

   "That was..." he began, but I cut him off.

   "Fairly fucking cool," I replied.  The sex was good.  Another orgasm
would have been nice, but that was my fault, I misjudged how deep he was
and he bounced off my cervix which ruined any orgasm chance for me.  It
didn't hurt, but it felt really weird.

   He rolled off me and handed me the duvet which I wrapped myself up in.
We lay together for a while.  Cuddling and kissing.  "Do you want
anything?" he asked.

   "Round two?" I suggested hopefully.

   "Fucking hell, give me a minute," he said laughing.

   I glanced at the clock on the side.  "You have had eight," I observed.

   "And I need another one," he smiled at me kissing me.  "Want a drink or
anything?"

   "I will have a water if you are going to the kitchen," I said.

   "Sure, the dog needs letting out," he said, "I will be back in five."

   While he was gone I went to the bathroom and freshened up a bit.  "Can
you bring my bag with you when you come?" I shouted to Andy.

   "Sure thing," he said back.

   I went back into his room and got back under the duvet.  He came back
and put my bag next to the bed on my side.  I will admit here I had a good
perv at him as he was naked.  I opened my bag and removed my makeup with
the wipes.  He watched with interest.  He has never seen me without
make-up. Even when I go out on my bike I have at least eye make-up on. 
"Next stage of the relationship?" I suggested as I smiled at him, "No
make-up and everything."

   I laid next to him again and cuddled into his shoulder.  The
conversation was slow, to say the least.  He was falling asleep.  Another
orgasm was looking unlikely unless I self-administered.  I did draw the
line there.  I can finger myself to orgasm whenever I want, when I am in
bed with someone else in a more than 'just friends' capacity I refuse to
masturbate.  Unless they want to watch.

   I reached my hand down and gently wrapped my fingers around him.  I
kissed his neck and teased him with my hand.  He reacted, but not enough
and I gave it up as a lost cause.  I cuddled into him and he regained some
lost brownie points when he wrapped his arm around me and cuddled me back.
I listened to him snoring softly for a while before I fell asleep.

   I felt him moving around in the bed and felt the duvet slide down my
body.  I was on my back and still naked.  He gently kissed and sucked my
nipples in turn and then I felt him moving down lower.  I opened my legs
for him.  I opened my eyes and looked at him.  He looked back up at me as
his tongue licked against my clit.  "Mmm yeah," I moaned approvingly. 
"Good morning."

   "Morning," he replied as he gently kissed me between the legs.

   I was still half asleep, but it was an amazing way to wake up.  I was
trying to remember if I have been woken up with oral before.  I don't think
I have.  I could get used to it though.  He licked me until I was wet and
then he started to finger me while he ate me out.  "Oh fuck," I gasped as
he remembered where my G-spot was.  "Not yet," I said as I pushed my hand
between my legs to stop him.  I wasn't awake enough to not be able to
guarantee I wouldn't pee myself if he did that.

   "Sorry," he said looking at me clearly confused.  This is where sex with
no condom is easier.  He didn't need to know that if he did that I would
possibly wet myself, and not in a good way.  Being able to pull him back up
so he could kiss me and just penetrate me was an easy subject change that
no one was going to complain about.

   I kissed him and cuddled while I helped myself to a condom from his
bedside drawer.  I tried to put it on him using my mouth, but it was
optimistic at best.  After a couple of failed attempts, I just broke down
in giggles.  "So sorry," I said as best I could while still giggling and
with a now useless condom in my mouth.  I spat it out and shook my head at
him acknowledging that I had just fucked that moment up.

   "You are so cute," he said smiling at me, "Like...  ridiculously so..."
he added.

   I blushed at his compliment as at that moment I felt pretty stupid, plus
the fact I had the taste of condom lube in my mouth and I am sure no one
likes the taste of that.  Some what ironically I think actual cum is a
better option.  "Maybe so, but I can't put a condom on with my mouth," I
said.  Again I shook my head, but this time it was at myself.  I have never
attempted to do that, and it clearly showed.  I would practise that on a
banana and in the privacy of my own room.

   "More practise?" he suggested.

   "Yeah, just a bit more required..." I replied smiling at him, "Anyway,
now I have royally fucked that moment up, I need a wee.  Back in a sec," I
said as I kicked the duvet off and went to the bathroom.  I didn't put any
clothes on, as compensation for his lack of sex or at least a blow job he
can have a perv at my nakedness.

   I went back into his room and closed the door behind me.  "Oh, one sec,"
he said.

   I stopped and looked at him for a few moments waiting for him to
continue.  He didn't though.  "What?" I asked.

   "Nothing, just perving," he grinned at me.

   I went over to the bed and climbed on top of him.  We kissed and cuddled
and after a few minutes, he rolled me onto my back.  I landed on my back
with my legs already open.  He kissed me and his left hand slipped between
my legs and he fingered me.  "Ooo yeah," I mumbled as I felt him test a
single finger and when he felt how turned on I was he added a second.  He
slid a condom on a lot more successfully than I had managed with my mouth.

   He gently pushed himself against my entrance and I opened my legs wider
for him.  He gently pushed against me a couple of times, my excitement
coating the condom and on the third push I took him.  "Mmmm yeah," I
whispered as I felt him go deeper and deeper into me.  My toes curled and
gripped the sheets as he speared me.  He started to thrust gently and I
grinned up at him.  I wanted to be fucked.  "Fuck me," I grinned up at him
biting my lip playfully.  Was that a little too forward?  Whatever, we have
tried considerate sex and I haven't cum, let's try a damn good fucking.

   He didn't need a second invite and shoved his rock-hard cock right into
me pushing hard against my pelvis.  "Yeah?" he confirmed.

   I nodded.  "Yeah," I grinned, "Fuck me," I grinned up at him.

   He did.  With no consideration of noise, he fucked me.  Hard fast and
deep.  I reached above my head to brace against the headboard as he drove
me up the bed with every thrust.  "Fuck," I gasped as he pounded me.  My
vision blurred with each deep penetration as I started to lose control of
my body.  It was so loud.  The thump thump thump of the bed against the
wall and the mattress shaking with the force he was using.  I stared at
him, wide-eyed as he became two blurry images as my eyes crossed.

   "Oh wow," he gasped as he looked at me.  I blinked my eyes back to focus
and watched him.  He looked down between my legs as he picked up the pace
even faster.  Both of us panting for air as we screwed.  Me because I kept
forgetting to breathe, and him because he was having one hell of a workout.
A bead of sweat dripped off his forehead onto my chest as he dipped his
body lower to drive deeper into me.  "Oh fuck," he said loudly.

   "Yes...  don't stop," I demanded as I stared at him.  "I'm cumming... 
fuuuuuuuuuuuck," I moaned as I lost control of my body.  I heard myself
scream and took myself by surprise a little bit as I climaxed loudly.

   He pushed his hands hard down on my shoulder pinning me to the bed as he
drilled me.  Leaning over me he felt like he was trying to drive his cock
through me and out of my mouth as he screwed me.  "Oh shit," I moaned
loudly, "Don't stop...  don't fucking stop...  fuck me, fuck me," I
pleaded.

   He slammed into me, the bed sounding like it was going to explode, but
nothing compared to the noises I made as I shuddered to what felt like a
life-ending orgasm.  My pussy contracted around him that tight it hurt but
in a good way.  He didn't slow down or stop until my legs flopped to the
side as my orgasm faded.  He leaned down and kissed me.  Both of us
sweating we embraced.  Still gently thrusting into me he caught his breath
and readjusted his position.  As he leaned back to get more comfortable. 
Instant orgasm and I heard myself yelp like a dog as I was taken by
surprise.  "Sorry, you okay?" he asked pulling out of me.

   "Fuck yeah," I said as I pulled him back into me.  "What the fuck did
you do then?" I asked.

   "Er, just leaned back," he said as he did it again and my body felt like
it was going to explode.  I stared at him, my eyes rolled into the back of
my head and I orgasmed again and again.

   I was shivering with pleasure as he leaned backwards slightly and had
sex with me.  "That feels so nice," I said softly as my brain swam in
endorphins

   "Uh hu," he agreed, but what he actually meant was, just let me cum
already.

   I pulled him towards me for a kiss and cuddled him as he kept thrusting.
"Cum in me," I whispered.

   He changed pattern and I laid beneath him and let him do what he needed.
It wasn't deep enough to make me cum again, but it was definitely doing it
for him and I could feel him getting stiffer.  He hugged me and pushed
himself all the way inside me.  I felt the pulse and warmth of his orgasm
as he fired into the condom.  "Oh yes," he whispered dreamily as he came
into me.  He collapsed on top of me and we just laid in a sweaty heap.

   "Now that was fucking awesome," I said after I had recovered some sense
of anything.

   "Uh hu," he nodded in agreement and went to pull out of me.

   "No...  stay in," I said pulling him back into me, but his now flaccid
cock didn't have the strength to overcome my natural resistance.  His soft
cock flexed against me and I felt the condom either split or fall off
spilling the contents between my legs.

   "Eww," I giggled.

   "What?" he asked looking at me.

   "Can't you feel that?" I asked.

   He looked at me and shook his head.  "No, what?" he asked.

   "It has either split or come off," I grinned, "You have just cum in me."

   "Oh fuck, so sorry," he said pulling back and looking between my legs.

   "It is fine," I said as I used my feet to pull him back towards me
again. I felt his soft cock instantly lose the battle against my tight
pussy.  Instead of penetrating me he just slipped between the lips in
amongst my excitement and his semen that was all over me.  I grinned at him
as I willed him to get hard again.  If he had I would have had sex with him
with no condom.  There was no way though, he was very much spent.

   "Fucking hell that feels so fucking nice," he said almost in a whimper
as he wished nearly as much as me that he was capable of an erection.

   "Uh-huh," I nodded in reply.  Strongly disagree from my side of things,
a floppy dick wriggling around my cum covered pussy is not that enjoyable.
Cute, and maybe a little bit entertaining, but a long way from nice.  I
looked up at him and wriggled myself against him, but there was no
noticeable reaction.  "You done?" I asked with a sad face.

   "Yeah," he nodded.  I could see and hear the disappointment in his
reply. "I assume you are..." he began but I cut him off as I knew what he
was about to ask.

   "Yeah, I am on the pill, we are fine," I said as I used my feet to push
him back a bit so I could close my legs, "I need a shower," I added.

   I got up and went to the bathroom.  I showered and went back into his
room.  He was wearing boxers and gave me a kiss when I went back in.  He
tugged at the towel and I let it fall to the floor.  "Perv," I teased as I
bit his lip mid-kiss.  He grabbed my bum and pulled me in against him, but
nothing was pressing against me.  "Are you promising something you can't
deliver yet?" I teased.

   "Yeah, maybe," he laughed.  I reached down into his boxers and took hold
of him.  A few gentle strokes and he pulled away.  "Yeah, sorry, ow," he
said.

   "Coffee please," I said as I picked the towel up and wrapped myself in
it again.

   I stayed until that evening, and the only reason I went home was because
I was at University the next day and it was an early lecture.  I knew if I
stayed over there was no way I was going to that lecture.  He was also due
at work, but he openly admitted that he would ring in sick.  The most
clothes I had on during the entire day were panties, and they were only on
for a handful of minutes.  We spent it naked and I spent a lot of the day
with a cock or fingers in me.  We discovered that he hit all the awesome
spots if I got on my knees, faced away from him and used my hands against a
wall to hold myself at a slight forwards angle.  It took me a while, but I
worked out that his cock didn't stick up when erect.  He was straight out
and even slightly angled down.  If we did it missionary his natural
position meant that he was hitting the back of my vagina, and the good bits
are in the front.  As soon as we worked that out I embarrassed myself, a
lot.  Turns out I am a bit of a screamer.  Not obnoxiously, but there is no
way we could have sex at my house.

   We used condoms.  I toyed with the idea of going without, but I wasn't
sure if we were exclusive yet.  I wanted to be, but we hadn't had that
conversation.  It was half 6 in the evening and we were in bed, naked and
cuddling.  He was done and I was actually aching down there.  My last
orgasm was him going down on me.  He pulled out before he came and licked
me to orgasm.  He needed more recovery time.  He was messing with my
nipples while he rested his head on my shoulder as I lay next to him.  "Do
you do anal?" he asked.

   I smiled at him.  The question was a little bit out of the blue, but not
entirely a surprise.  Our conversation had veered between many varied
topics and sex was one of them.  "Not really," I eventually replied.

   "Not really?" he queried.

   "I will, but I don't really like it," I said, "Why?  Wanna fuck me up
the ass?" I teased.

   He smiled at me but didn't reply.  Yes, of course, he did, but having it
put so bluntly took him by surprise a little.  "Does it hurt?" he asked.

   "Remind me next time and I will bring something to show you," I replied
with a coy smile.

   "Ooo, do you have toys?" he grinned at me.

   "Maybe," I replied blushing as I realised my unintended admission.

   "Does it though?" he asked.

   "It isn't comfortable, but it doesn't hurt as such," I replied, "Just
feels...  odd," I said.  I admit that is a useless answer in any sort of
descriptive manner.  I didn't feel our relationship was quite at the stage
of saying it feels like you are shitting yourself and then having it slowly
rammed back up you again.

   He seemed happy with that description though, or didn't follow it up
with any further questions anyway.  Just for info here guys, get a condom
and a carrot or similar and give it a go if you want to know what it feels
like.  Go for one about the size of your personal carrot and report back.
Oh, remember that in most cases the girl is structurally smaller than you,
so ratio-wise, it feels bigger for her in there.

   I eventually got up and got dressed.  We had a long kiss and a cuddle
and then I went to catch the bus home.  I wasn't quite walking funny, but I
could feel it.  Size doesn't matter.  At all.  Fucking hell I must have
been well into double figures of orgasms for the previous 24 hours or so. I
got on the bus and sent Mum a message to let her know I was on my way home.
I had texted her earlier to let her know I would be back later and she
asked me to say when I was setting off.

   I also sent Hanna a text

   Sophie -- Can you put a condom on with your mouth?

   I put my earphones in and settled in for the bus ride.  I was fairly
sure that Hanna was out tonight, so I wasn't expecting a response.  My
music stopped for a second as a message came in and I checked my phone.

   Mum -- I guess that wasn't for me?  But, yes.  I used to be able to, I
haven't tried for a long time though.  :-P

   Fuuuuuuuuuuck, always check you are sending to the desired recipient.

   Sophie -- So sorry.  No, that wasn't for you.

   Mum -- Do you want me to teach you how to do it?
   Sophie -- Probably not.  Thanks though.  I think