The 19 Year Old Virgin Next Door (4 page)

“Arrgh, fuck, muck, fuck, oh yeah, oh yeah,
yay Jesus, fuck me with your mouth,” as her legs pressed together
forcefully and her body tensed up. Then she relaxed back into the
bed as her orgasm subsided. She sat still for a few seconds and I
continued licking.

“Stop licking,” she said sternly.

I decided to do as she asked.

I awoke the next morning as the sun was
coming up. Something was different; when I went to check my balls,
which I did first thing every morning, there was a head in the way
and far as I could tell most of my cock was in her mouth.

“Darla,” I said.

“MMphh?” she looked up at me, the dim lights
in the room showed her face looking at me inquiringly.

“MMphh!” I said.

She took her mouth off my cock, I was
suddenly sad.

“I have to get to school but I wanted to wake
you up with a blowjob, okay?” she said.

“That’s awesome,” I said a little too loud.
My cock was throbbing, giving me its own reminder that she was
waking me up the proper way.

“Well hurry up and cum, I need to shower,
eat, and get to an eight o’clock class,” she said with a smirk.

One hand began to stroke me firmly, the other
was juggling balls as her lips closed in on my tender nuggets, then
first her tongue and suddenly her TEETH, but it was a light bite, I
could let it slide.

“I’ll cook breakfast while you shower, you
just keep on waking me up,” I said.

Then her mouth swallowed m once again and
began to bob up and down faster, faster, no teeth, just the velvety
warmth of her mouth completely circling my cock, tongue dancing on
the underside, an amazing blowjob at any hour of the day. I didn’t
want to cum as quickly as I did, but then again, I didn’t know how
long she had been sucking me off before I woke up. Just as she got
it as deep into her mouth as she could my balls shivered and sperm
went outward on its quest.

The next few seconds were not pretty though
funny. Her throat rejected the sudden infusion of sperm which made
her mouth decide not to suck my cock anymore and she sneezed or
coughed, does it really matter which one, which caused a shower of
sperm to submit forth from her lips, showering my lower stomach and
crotch with my own sweet nectar. She was coughing and laughing, I
was laughing, and she pulled herself up and into my arms.

“That was most certainly not the ending I
planned for, Mr. Brandon,” she said coquettishly. “I would have
swallowed if you had waited a few seconds longer.”

Then she leaned in and kissed me and I kissed
her back. I still had her sweet scent from the night before on my
lips and she had my essence right there as well.

“What would you like for breakfast?” I
asked.

# # #

Here’s the first part of this story, Rules of
Service: The Customer Comes First

Rules of Service: The Customer Comes First

By Sean Brandon

Chapter One

“I’ve spent too much money with your firm to
put up with service this bad. At some time you’re just fucking me
in the ass and laughing in my face,” I said into the phone.

“Especially laughing in your ass,” said
Shannon, “or did I get that wrong?”

She was good. I laughed and it broke the
tension. “I’m glad you can crack a joke, but can you fix the
problem?”

“Look, you spend a quarter of a million
dollars with us annually so you’re obviously important to us.”
Shannon’s voice was firm yet pleading with me. I didn’t say
anything. I already knew how much we were spending with her
firm.

Once the silence drew on too long she spoke.
“Listen, I’m in the Valley, why don’t I come down and take you out
to dinner. We’ll talk this over in person.”

I needed to know that they valued me as a
customer. I figured I was a small one, but buying me A MEAL would
help improve the relationship. I gave in to having dinner with her.
“What do you look like?” I asked.

“I have red hair, and am pleasant to look at,
or so I’m told, 5’10” tall and smile a lot. See you at 7:00-ish,”
she said then rung off.

The sushi restaurant I chose was a
five-minute walk from my house. “Hey, Sean,” said Amy, the hostess
with the prettiest brown eyes this side of anywhere. She had the
cutest round face and was always a ray of sunshine. She had a toned
volleyball body and dark brown hair you wanted to run your fingers
through.

“Amy,” I said. “Stop breaking my heart and
have a drink with me?”

“Any time you want, Sean. But you’ll only end
up frustrated since I am engaged and a drink is all we’ll ever
share,” she said, though the twinkle in her eyes took the sting out
of the turndown.

I heard a loud sounds as someone slapped my
ass. “Ouch, Jen,” I called out and half the restaurant looked our
way.

“You love me, admit it, Sean,” she said.

Jen laughed her devilish laugh as I turned
around to face her. She was far enough shorter than my 6’4” height.
She had to look way up to meet my eyes. My ass stung from the slap
but all I saw were her doe-like eyes. Her hands laced themselves
behind my neck, pulled my face closer to hers, and she kissed both
cheeks then ended with a kiss on the lips. She lingered longer than
usual.

“I do love it,” I said, and I was laughing.
She gave me the same greeting every time I visited, though the slap
on the ass was new and the extended kiss was a nice touch.

Jen had taken a trip to Spain after she
graduated college and the kiss greeting was now her standard for
everyone, not just me. It was all part of the show. She provided
good service, treated me like I was special whenever I was there,
and even gave me a warm greeting when I saw her on the street. I
looked around but didn’t see any redheaded women anywhere in the
restaurant or at the sushi bar.

“Come on, we have your table waiting for you.
Who are you feeding then taking home tonight?” asked Jen, a sweet
smirk plastered on her lips, as she led me through the
restaurant.

“She’s not going home with me. It’s a
business meeting.” I said, “She said she’s a tall redhead.”

“You mean like the redhead who’s been looking
in the front window for the past five minutes?” she asked.

I looked outside and sure enough there was a
tall redhead looking right at me, a smile on her lips. I waved and
motioned for her to come inside as I leaned over to Jen.

“She’s buying, so let’s punish her,” I
said.

Jen just stared at me with a huge smile on
her face. “You know my language,” she said. “Chef just received
some special cold sake and a very rare tuna that melts on your
tongue. Is that a good place to start?” she asked.

“I’m in your hands,” I said. “Also bring
sparkling water and a sashimi plate, you know what I like and what
I hate.”

“Sean hates eel, octopus and teeth during a
blowjob,” she said. “What don’t I know about you?”

“You’re such a tease,” I said just as Shannon
walked up. “Yet I still don’t know if you love me or hate me.”

“Proper love encompasses both,” she said.

Shannon walked in with a truckload of
confidence, a spring in her step, and enough thigh showing to make
me want to see a lot more. She had certainly hedged her bet, for on
that night she was the prettiest woman in the room. I could see it
in Jen’s reaction. Jen ruled the sushi bar. If a prettier woman
entered her territory the results were either a display of anger or
a sudden turn to the timid. This was going to be an interesting
night. Shannon was wearing a thin black dress that hugged her
figure and proved that she was not wearing a bra. Her legs were
long and looked more like stable support systems.

My favorite booth was in the back corner, on
a slight platform, with a view of the entire restaurant. That meant
Shannon had to walk past everyone before she got to where I was
standing, waiting for her. A hush fell over the room as people
moved chairs to get a glimpse of her as she walked by them and
right up to me.

I held my hand out to shake hers but she
walked right up to me and gave me a hug. I didn’t expect it but it
was a good touch. “Sean, we’re going to find a solution to this
problem then you and I will be good friends, okay?”

She held on to me and wouldn’t let me go, but
leaned back a little bit. “Show me how that kiss greeting goes, I
liked watching that,” she said. Her confidence certainly could have
been over-powering.

I leaned forward, kissed her on one cheek,
then the other cheek, and kissed her on the lips. She tasted like
Cherry Chapstick.

“Nice,” she said. “We’re off to a good start
already.”

She finally let me go and I waited for her to
slide in to her side of the booth, then slid in myself. “Jen
travelled to Spain a while back and said the three kiss greeting is
only for people you really like,” I said, feeling at ease with
Shannon.

Shannon was alive, sexy, and confident. I
noticed the other patrons went back to their own meals and stopped
gazing at her. That was when Jen showed up at our table.

“So you’re Sean’s redhead for dinner,” said
Jen with far too much sarcasm for me to feel comfortable. She
started setting out the sake, sparkling water and sashimi for
us.

Jen was used to being the cutest girl in the
restaurant most of the time, so when someone came in looking as
good as Shannon did it could produce sparks. There was no reason
why there should be a problem but, Jen could find one. Jen was
exceptional to look at, but she was the jealous type and staked out
her restaurant territory as she pleased. All the employees and the
owner were used to it and accepted her for who she was.

Jen had tried to play pro beach volleyball
but never found the right partner. A few too many years had passed
and it became clear she wasn’t going to make it as a pro-athlete.
She still played volleyball daily and played hard. Even on my most
stressful day, watching her play with her friends made me hard
every time. I watched as Jen walked away from our table and turned
on a little extra wiggle.

“Sean, come back to earth,” said Shannon
teasing me but bringing my focus back to her.

“Sorry, lost for a second there. I’ve ordered
a few things,” I said. “I ordered Sashimi, tuna and some special
sake. When Jen comes back we can order whatever you like.”

“I feel pretty certain that I like most of
the same things that you like,” she said, a salacious grin
plastered on her lips.

I was half hard already between Jen and
Shannon hugging and kissing me, though I figured I had a better
shot with Jen and had wanted that shot for a long time.

“What else may I get you?” asked Jen,
appearing out of nowhere.

“A second chance,” said Shannon, as she
looked me directly in the eyes.

It broke the tension and even Jen laughed. “I
like this one, Sean,” she said.

“Nothing right now,” I said.

“More sake,” said Shannon.

“Watch out for this one, Sean. She’s tougher
than that pale white skin would lead you to believe,” said Jen.
Then she turned and walked away. “A second chance,” she muttered
walking off.

“Can we talk guarantees and how you plan to
deliver what you haven’t been able to do so far?” I asked.

“Hold on. Can we talk cars for five minutes
just to get warmed up? If I only wanted to bang out an agreement
with you I could have done that on the phone,” she said.

“Cars, why cars?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes, indicating that I didn’t
get it. “The topic doesn’t matter. We’re here, let’s relax and chat
for a bit, work our way into it,” she said. “Besides, I’m buying,
remember?”

By the time we cracked the second bottle of
sake Shannon had had me laughing again and often. She was good.
She’d started as a receptionist at her company so she knew how many
people complained. And she also knew that they had fucked up with
our account. She’d admitted that her employer had some serious
quality control issues but kept reassuring me that she was there to
fix those problems.

She did her best to keep the conversation
away from business. The conversation flowed from the Lakers to the
ocean, vacations, to what we wore around the house. She grinned at
me when she announced, “I usually walk around the house in a thong,
or nothing.”

“That’s an interesting statement but, you’re
married,” I said.

She inhaled. This was all a part of some game
she was playing. “I am married, how did you know?”

“You wear a wedding ring, though not
tonight,” I said. The skin around her ring finger was lighter where
a ring usually sat.

“It was the finger, right?” she asked. I
nodded yes, noting she was clearly busted. I refilled both of our
sake cups and leaned back in the seat. I raised a silent toast and
downed it as did she.