Senior Year Ch. 01

[Dear reader, thank you for taking a little bit of your time to read my very first story.

In this story, you will learn what it feels like to have your heart torn in pieces before a thousand elephants stomp on its remains.

You will discover how it feels like, when everyone you love turns your back on you and everything in your life goes south.

This is the story of someone who took everything and everyone for granted, thinking the world could stop spinning for him.

This is a story of cuckold, voyeurism, humiliation, and self loathing.

This originally was an idea for a 3d porn video game I wanted to make. But after making renders for the characters I've realized how time consuming it was and flushed it all. Then I tried again using AI to make the images for the game. Still, not enough skills, not enough time.

Then I found out about this website, and remembered how much I used to love writing stories. And shortly after finishing reading my 3rd series, I've decided to open a word document and here we are now.

This is my very first one, so please be gentle. I know how it starts, but how does it finish? Well... let's say it's the journey that counts.

This first chapter is quite long and has little sexual content, as I tried to introduce the characters a bit. Please bear with me, more action will follow.

Also English isn't my mother language so thank you for tolerating a few mistakes.

Enjoy your reading!

Disclaimer: Every character in this story is at least 18 years old.]

Senior Year, by SDaddy666 - Chapter 1

"Well, looks like you'll have to wait another year, kiddo!" Elsa was sitting on top of me, holding my cock with both her hands, trying to feel the tip with her thumb like it was her own measuring tool, she let go of it, letting it fall down on my lower belly and got up.

I pulled my boxers back up, hiding my boner and sat on the edge of my bed. "I'm pretty much average and it won't grow any more, you know that." I answered.

Elsa was standing in front of me, her back turned. She was wearing one of those denim short shorts--the kind you cut yourself from an old pair of jeans. She'd cut them herself, deliberately that short, so a good third of her ass was showing, offered to anyone lucky enough to cross her path that day. The distance between her and my face couldn't have been more than the length of a school ruler.

My room was small. Too small. A child's bedroom, still covered in wallpaper with rocket ships and the nine planets of the solar system (there were nine back then). Over the years, it had filled up--first with a wardrobe, then a desk, a telescope... until there was barely enough space left to keep two teenagers a safe distance apart.

Not that I minded.

I was caught up in the view she was offering when the flick of her lighter snapped me back.

"Please," I said, "I already told you--my mom doesn't want you smoking in here. You even said you'd quit."

She exhaled, a thin stream of bluish smoke drifting across the room.

"You're still below average Julian. Just look at yourself. You're short and skinny. If you don't want to do what it takes to grow and look like an adult, that's your problem. But we're not fucking. That was the deal."

I stayed silent, trying to come up with some argument that might finally convince my girlfriend to sleep with me. After all, it had already been four years.

Elsa and I have been neighbors since... forever?

Our parents moved into the same street the same week, in this quiet little Florida suburb. Elsa's a few months older than me, and she's always used that to her advantage--claiming, technically right, to be my elder and taking on the privileges that came with it.

I knew she was teasing. That's always been our dynamic. She never took serious topics seriously and loved to feel like she was in charge. I didn't mind, as long as she stayed close to me.

We grew up together in that neighborhood, playing in each other's yards, going to school together, and when we slipped into my room after the big birthday dinner my mom had made for me when I turned 14, she gave me my first kiss. That's when she became my first girlfriend. My only girlfriend.

But nothing about our dynamic changed. We were still--always in that order--friends, lovers, neighbors, classmates. We kept hanging out, studying, going to the movies like we always had. The only difference was that sometimes, those moments came with shy kisses and secret hand-holding when no one was looking.

Over those four years, I barely grew. My body didn't really fill out--though God knows I tried--and as for facial hair or pubes... let's just say I won't be growing a beard anytime soon.

Elsa, on the other hand, was a whole different story. She kept her pre-teen body until she was sixteen and a half, but the two years that followed completely transformed her. Her chest now rivaled the influencers and bikini models flooding Florida's beaches, and her ass... Well, do you remember me dissociating?

Add to that her natural confidence and self-assuredness, and our relationship had grown... uneven.

"Well, I guess you still deserve a birthday present." she said without turning around.

"Lie down and lose those boxers -- or we're gonna be late for class." I didn't say a word and obeyed.

Elsa then, keeping her arms crossed on her chest, right hand bringing that half-smoked cigarette to her mouth, slowly lifted her right foot, keeping a perfect balance, and gently placed it on top of my shaft.

She was wearing those white frilly ankle socks that I love. I don't know why or how it started, but I definitely have a thing for socks. It's not something I absolutely need, I'm not a freak (I can feel your judgement), but I just feel extra aroused by them.

Elsa then gently pressed her foot, my hard cock slowly pulling her toes apart through the extra thin fabric.

"Too bad, one extra inch and you'd get a blowjob". My cock twitched but I pretended I didn't hear that and tried to enjoy the moment.

I could see her towering over me from her position, I could see her bra holding her boobs gently giggling from under the dark grey crop top she was wearing. It was a Guns n Roses T-shirt - probably her father's - that she "borrowed" and cut herself so it hid just the right amount of skin so she wasn't sent home from school. Luckily our school didn't have any dress code or wasn't conservative in that matter but better not push it. She kept stroking me in silence for a few seconds and she didn't have the time to finish her cig before I let out a sigh and came. 3 long white ropes covering my own belly and chest.

"Thank god you didn't make a mess, we don't have enough time for me to go back to my place to change socks". "yeah.." I agreed.

She then stubbed her cigarette in her portable ashtray and bent to my face, gave me a small kiss on the lips and whispered "happy birthday". I did my best but couldn't refrain from making a face at the taste of her cigarette.

She then did the sexiest thing she'd ever done to me, while staying in the same position she gently rubbed her index in the cum that was slowly starting to itch on my chest and brought it to her lips.

"Yummy! Maybe next year I can finally get it from the source?" she whispered to my ear.

Damn why did she have to be so cold and then so hot the minute after? I felt the warmth of my own blood rushing up to my head, I was blushing. Then instantly felt extremely empty and cold, it won't ever happen if she keeps bringing up that stupid rule. Dicks don't grow past 18 years old, everyone knows that.

I finished lacing my shoes and grabbed my backpack when I heard Elsa saying bye to my mom "Bye Katherine!" she was already in the front yard, door open waiting for me to catch up. I was coming out of my room, my dick still half swollen when I felt a hand on my shoulder

"Not so fast birthday boy, look at me for one second" My mother held my face between both her hands, both cold and wet from washing dishes a few seconds before. I could feel all her fantasy jewelry on my cheeks. Mom loved to accessorize to the extreme, she wore lots of rings, collars, bracelets on every occasion. She looked at me and I looked back into her hazel eyes for what I felt like was a good 10 seconds silently.

"You're finally 18, you're a man now, birthday boy. I'm sure this year will bring a lot of change for you" she let go of my face and winked at me before turning back towards the kitchen. What the fuck was that? Was she listening to my door? Does she know about the deal? I must be paranoïd. "Julian!" Elsa's voice brought me back to reality.

We were pacing quickly on the sidewalk - no need for a car or a school bus - our high school was within a walking distance. I tried to negotiate:

"So, uh... you're still serious about that rule? I thought it was some sort of semi-joke you made because you weren't read-"

"A deal's a deal."

I waited till we got past a front yard with toddlers and their mom playing

"Ok but can I still get down on you tonight?"

"I don't know, maybe, If I'm in the right mood."

"Okay but you do realize my size is my size and it won't grow any more than it is now right?"

This sentence cost me all the courage I had built up over a year; I was trying to have a serious conversation about sex with my girlfriend.

"Julian, you're being annoying. You'd better cut it out, Eric's waiting for us."

"Hey Eric!" We both said, smiling at him "Ready for our senior year? " I added.

Eric was the 3rd member of our group of friends, like us, his parents bought a lot in the street when they were selling them and like us, he grew up here. Eric was one year older than the two of us. He had to stay one extra year in preschool because he was 'late'. Now Eric is perfectly fine and perfectly caught up but people always assume it's because he is stupid or something. Only an idiot would believe that.

While Elsa and I were obviously the closest, it's with Eric that I have the most in common. We both like the same video games and books. I like novels while he prefers manga. I've seen which kind of manga he mostly likes once when I was in his room browsing on his gaming pc full of RGB components for a school project we both had to do as a pair while he was downstairs getting us a snack. I try not to judge him for that. You and I both know now everyone has their kinks.

Eric never had a girlfriend. It didn't look like he was interested in getting one and to be brutally honest with you, I'm happy he wasn't. He's my best friend and I love him as such but - and oh god i'm such an asshole for articulating this like that but there's no other way to say it - He wasn't attractive and I'm relieved I didn't have to see him go through rejection because of that. Shit, I feel like such a terrible friend saying this but hear me out:

Eric is shorter than average, has curly red hair, poor skin, and is obese from the lack of workout added to his diet consisting of way too many potato chips. That led him to having to wear orthopedic sandals on a daily basis because ordinary footwear was too narrow for him. Am I judgemental? Probably. Do I feel like a total asshole for saying this so frankly? Absolutely. But he seems happy as he is and that's what mattered to me.

Not having seen Eric for a whole month - he was visiting his family back in Poland during the summer - Combining the thoughts of Elsa continuously rejecting me and him appearing in front of me made my thoughts intertwine. How could he ever get some if I couldn't? I cringed at myself for having such condescending thoughts towards the only dude who never did me wrong. I was directing my frustration towards the wrong person.

"... so it's basically impossible to loot with that kind of drop rate, do you realize that!? I'm basically rich now!" Eric was beaming at me, grinning with his mouth open waiting for a response.

I got lost in my thoughts as he was telling me something the whole time. It tends to happen more and more often lately. "Uh... that's great!" My acting was terrible.

All 3 of us had most classes together during all of our school years, this year was no exception. After we'd all greeted each other and sat down, our history teacher Mrs. Choi greeted us.

"Hello students I'm so glad to see you all back, quick announcement before we start the class, everyone has to group up in the gym after lunch for a quick announcement, please don't forget that."

Morning classes flew by, the excitement of seeing everyone after summer made the clock tick faster. At lunchtime I tried to find Elsa, she was nowhere to be found. I grabbed my back pack and my tray and brought the tray back to the cart. Eric glanced up from his phone - landscape position - looked at me for a few seconds - then returned to it. He had already figured out where I was heading.

Elsa had started smoking at sixteen, after watching some old teen drama from the early 2000s - she thought it looked cool. But no one at school thought she looked cool doing it, and now she has to find ways of getting cigarettes and pay for them with the little money she has. That habit pissed me off - more than our so-called deal. In fact, we never made any deal, she made one. I had no say in it. Her rules - I just had to follow them. Consent is key, right?

I paced through the main hall. Elsa usually hid in some sort of alcove along the outer wall of the main building to smoke. I turned right to make it to the exit that was the closest to her usual spot when I saw her kneeling in the middle of the doorway.

"I'm so, so sorry, sir! Please don't tell anyone!"

"Calm down, let's pick up our things first."

"Please, I... I can't get fired. I... I'll do anything!"

Elsa picked up her bag and was standing up, holding out her hand. In front of her was a tall, muscular man with light brown skin. He was dressed in what I'd call an "old money" or "smart casual" style. A casual yet elegant purple shirt tucked into ivory chinos - Just the right length to showcase his brown loafers. His hair was short and wavy, and he had a neatly trimmed beard. He had a very deep voice and continued to speak calmly.

"Let's make a deal", The word deal somehow triggered something in my gut.

"I'll keep these - it's better for your health - and I won't say anything." He paused, "Just this once."

She didn't answer. He smiled, which seemed to mark the end of the conversation, kept the pack and walked in my direction.

As he reached me, she blurted "O.. Okay.." and began walking slowly toward me.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"That was close.""

"Who was that guy?"

"No idea, never seen him before. But he took my cigs. That was a new pack. Total waste."

I shrugged "let's head to the gym - it's almost time."

During the whole trip down the deserted hallways, Elsa gently held my hand, but immediately let go as soon as we crossed the gym's doors. Everyone at school knew about us, but she was still acting like it was a secret. I had gotten used to it, thinking she was shy or something.

By the time we got there, the bleachers were almost fully packed with students, so even though both Elsa and I hated that, we had to sit all the way to the front.

"Good afternoon students," the principal paused to take a look at his notes, letting a loud feedback noise pierce our eardrums.

"I want to take this opportunity to wish you all a very studious and very productive year at our school. Now, this won't take long."

"As you may know, our counselor Mrs. Fischer retired last year, leaving her position open. I'm now happy to introduce you to Mr. Jones who will be serving as our new counselor starting today. Mr. Jones has been following a new training method that... oh, but it's better if he tells you himself. Adam? If you don't mind... "

I hadn't noticed him at first, but purple shirt dude was sitting among the teachers, all lined up on folding chairs on both sides of the lectern. He stood up and walked to the principal. His walk was that of someone who extruded self-confidence. The guy was trying too hard for my taste.

"Hello students, you can visit me in the counselors office during the scheduled hours. As for my methods, let's say that, when needed, I could act as a life coach and take that extra step to help you reach your goals."

That's when something unusual struck me. Something on my right. Elsa was on my right. See, usually no one really pays attention to these announcements, unless they're about something students really care about, like prom. Elsa always pulled out her phone to scroll through Instagram during these announcements, she didn't care about the principal's warning looks - everyone did it anyway. But not today. Elsa was staring at purple shirt dude, she didn't look particularly happy or angry - just intensely focused.

"I'm available to every student in this establishment but will I make mandatory appointments with senior students regarding their future. I will be sending those via email between today and tomorrow. I'll give you a more in-depth introduction then, as I don't want to keep you more than necessary. Thank you."

He then silently walked back to his chair. The principal then concluded the meeting and we all went back to our classes.

As soon as I sat next to Eric during English class, I had to ask him. "Were you there? Did you see that?"

"Yes I was there, right next to Naomi. We saw you guys entering last. We were sitting all the way in the back." He answered pointing out Naomi to me like I didn't know who she was already.

Hearing her name, Naomi, who was sitting right in front of Eric, turned around to see who was calling her name « Oh hi Julian! » she smiled, revealing her pink braces.

If our friend group was a planet, Naomi was its satellite. Unlike us, she didn't live in the same neighborhood, and had to take the bus to go to school every day. Despite that, she had been going to the same schools as us since middle school. That school had exceptional reviews and her parents wanted her to have the best education possible. So, she ended up in our class. Since then, Naomi had begged their parents to keep putting her in the same schools as us. They were also pretty strict and didn't let her hang out with us in our neighborhood, even though it was super safe. She always had to go home and study - or go to piano lessons, swimming, horseback riding, or... well you get it. She was only allowed for birthdays or sleepovers, and even then, only rarely. So Naomi was always trying to catch on everything happening outside of school.

That day, like every day, Naomi was dressed in black top to bottom. She wore a black tank top under a black varsity jacket that made her look like a 90s jock--she loved that thing and wore it every day--along with black skinny jeans and a pair of black high-top Converse. Naomi was half Japanese, and with those genes came a petite figure I'm sure most of you would have found ridiculously cute. Her smiling face was framed by her straight, shoulder-length natural black hair topped with perfectly cut bangs.

Despite being the friendliest, most energetic and happiest person to ever walk this planet, Naomi wasn't spared from the crap other students threw around. People made fun of her for wearing braces at 18. People suck.

"Happy birthday!" she added, her smile radiating like a thousand suns. Eric lifted his face from his phone.

"Oh shit, I forgot, my dude. Uh, happy birthday." Eric always forgot this kind of stuff, it was fine. The only thing I wanted for my birthday, I wasn't going to get it anyway.

"The new counselor looks way cooler than Mrs. Fischer," she said.

"I don't know, Mrs. Fischer always brought her homemade cookies. I doubt the new guy brings anything to eat," Eric replied.

"I guess we'll see after our appointments," I said. "There's just something about him that makes me feel like someone is tying knots in my gut".

And trust me when I say: always trust your gut, my friends.

It was the end of the school day. Our little group had gathered--like we always did--by the main gate, waiting for Naomi to board her bus. The sun was still high, and the heat warming our bodies after a whole day in a climate-controlled building was starting to make us sweat. I always liked seeing Elsa like that--her skin slightly damp and glistening, accentuating her curves. She took off her backpack and set it on the ground by her leg, revealing her dimples of Venus, down from which a small bead of sweat was slowly trickling--irresistibly drawing my gaze.

I was so focused on visually devouring the girlfriend I wasn't allowed to possess that I didn't even hear them talking--it was like I'd gone deaf for a few seconds.

"Julian, are you okay?" Naomi asked, laughing at me.

I could feel my cheeks flush red.

She kept giggling, trying to hide her mouth behind her hand. I looked at Elsa; she subtly shook her head and rolled her eyes. She was used to me lusting after her at every opportunity--and she knew the date we had planned for tonight had me especially worked up.

The school bus pulled in, and just as we were grabbing our backpacks, all four of our phones rang.

I didn't really have any friends besides these three, and my mom was a caller--not a texter--so I instantly knew what this was about. My mood dipped for no clear reason, just thinking of our new counselor. My gut reminded me it had nerves. What was wrong with me?

"I got my appointment." Elsa said.

"Me too." Eric and Naomi chimed in at the same time.

I looked at my phone, checked my email--and there it was. Mr. Jones's office, 10:00 to 10:30 a. m., Tuesday morning. "I got one too? And it's already tomorrow? I wasn't expecting it to be so soon."

"That's good!" Naomi said, raising her fist in the air like she'd just won an MMA fight.

"We'll get plenty of time to work on our admissions."

I nodded, then turned to Elsa and asked, "When's yours?"

But the other two answered first.

"Next week. I'm already stressing out--those appointments never go too well," said Eric.

"Don't worry, dude! You already know your dream job and you're super passionate about it. If he doesn't agree with you, just ignore him--I believe in you." Naomi really was the best at cheering us up.

"Mine's also next week," she added. "Not that I care--my parents already have everything planned out for me."

She looked down, but Eric took one of his pudgy hands off his phone and placed it gently on Naomi's shoulder. He didn't say a word. She smiled softly, still staring at her shoes.

"Mine's tomorrow also." Elsa said at last. She slipped her phone into the back pocket of her shorts and looked away from us. Was she... blushing?

"Okay, I really gotta go or I'll miss my bus. I want pictures of your date in the group chat! And Eric--8 p. m. Discord as usual?" Eric nodded.

After walking with Eric to his corner and saying goodbye, I was glad to finally be alone with Elsa.

"So... what time's your appointment tomorrow?" It didn't really matter, but I felt the need to talk about the counselor with her--to read her reactions.

"I think it's from 9:30 to 10 a. m. School's over, Julian--aren't you excited about our dinner date?"

"Uh... sorry, yeah, of course I am. I don't know--I guess I'm just curious."

Hers was right before mine, which meant I'd probably have to wait outside while she was in there.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower." She kissed me. "Come by at seven, okay? Go straight to my room--my mom and dad won't be home until late."

I agreed and continued on my way home. Oh boy--meeting up in her room, and no parents around? Maybe this morning wasn't just a tease. I glanced at the wristwatch my dad left me when he passed--a Swiss automatic from a lesser-known brand I'd never bothered to look up. It was only 4:15.

The house was empty. I dropped my backpack on the floor of my room and lay on my bed for a while, gazing at the painted starry night ceiling, getting lost in my thoughts.

Only one year left until school's over. One year left to find what I want to do with my life, one year until I'll probably have to leave my mother alone at home while I'm at the other side of the country, studying on an unknown campus. One year for Elsa and me to finally become a real couple. It might seem trivial, but back then the pressure was immense, and the desire to keep this status quo intact forever was gigantic.

I checked my phone and I got 3 texts:

"Wanna join me and Naomi tonight?" Eric had forgotten again.

"By the way, you also need a shower, and please put on some new clothes." Elsa was obsessively clean.

"Happy birthday, nerd. Call me when you get this."

I always resented not being closer to my sister, especially after the passing of our father. I guess our age gap was just big enough so that her way to cope was diving headfirst into teenage angst when I needed cuddles. Emma was nonetheless my hero. She was super stylish, mixing all the influences and looks she went through during her life into a one-of-a-kind personality. Her passion for fashion, internet and tech, niche music, and art made her into a goth girl covered in tattoos, wearing the latest, flashiest sneakers no one could get at retail price, and working as head of internet security in a big bank. At 23, she lived in her own place, was financially comfortable, and didn't have to let go of her passions nor dress just for the part.

-- What do you want?

-- You asked me to call you.

-- I'm just messing with you, happy birthday! You're finally legal now, yay! Are you going to start an OnlyFans? Come on, you can tell me.

-- A what? I...

-- Don't act like you don't know what it is, nerd. I wanted to ask if you're free tonight so I can take you out for a fancy dinner downtown. Sushi?

-- You know I hate sushi, Emma. I'm sorry but I have a dinner date with my girlfriend tonight.

-- Just because she gives you smooches and touches your cock doesn't mean she is your girlfriend, Julian.

-- Listen, don't make me regret telling you about our dynamic; please don't bring this up again.

Alright, alright. But don't keep me waiting more than a week, alright? After that, it's not a birthday celebration anymore, plus I miss my little brother. Text me when you're free; I'll give you a ride.

-- I'm not going back on that motorcycle of yours, I don't want to die.

-- Not before you lose your virginity? I get it.

-- Emma!

-- Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

-- I'll give you a text, alright? I gotta go now.

-- Okay, love you, nerd.

-- Bye.

Emma was the only person I could trust to talk about the rules Elsa had set. She had a very rich sex life -- at least she kept telling me so -- adding that I could ask her for any type of advice and that she would be happy to help. But the last thing I wanted was to picture my older sister doing all sorts of stuff.

I showered and put on a fresh pair of chinos and a white shirt that I kept untucked. I made the extra effort of shaving the nonexistent duvet that covered my face and combed my hair.

6 p. m., one hour to go. My mom came home at the same moment.

"Please help me with the groceries, will you?" I went outside to the car trunk where a single paper bag was waiting to be unloaded. I took it with one arm, slammed the door shut, and went back to the kitchen.

"Thanks, honey. You can leave it there. So you're going out with Elsa tonight? That's so romantic."

On the table, one of the bags had fallen on its side, spilling some of its contents. Among the apples and vegetables, a box of condoms was very clearly visible, as if it had been placed there deliberately, and precisely so no one would miss it.

Hearing neither me speak nor leave the room, she said, "I took the liberty. Please take them. I don't want to worry about it, alright?"

I silently slid the small pack of condoms into the pocket of my shirt, like a construction worker would do with his cigarettes.

Elsa was smoking a cigarette, sitting on the edge of her open window that looked directly onto the street. She wore nothing but a hard rock band t-shirt I couldn't name, long enough to cover her butt, and a pair of socks that reached just below her knees. She was barely dressed and exposed herself to the view of the entire neighborhood, seemingly unbothered by the idea that someone might report her habit to her parents. She seemed lost in her own thoughts; she didn't even wave or look at me when she saw me entering her house from

above.

"You're so cute. Did you dress up for me? Are you taking me to prom?" She stubbed out her cigarette and threw it in her portable ashtray.

"I didn't know if you planned to go out." I was standing in the middle of her attic room.

The sun was beginning to set and was the only source of light in the room, streaming in through the window where she sat. At that moment, I could see nothing of Elsa but a dark silhouette.

"I've ordered pizza, but don't worry. There's more I have planned for you, birthday boy."

The heat of the afternoon had dissipated, but I suddenly felt extra warm.

Elsa stood up and walked right up to my face."Sit down, hands on your lap, and do not move. I'm not ready yet."

I quietly sat on her bed. Her room's layout was very similar to mine. It was oblong, almost like a hallway, except mine was on the first floor and hers was in the attic. Her room wasn't great either when it came to personal space. I loved it.

She shuffled through the shelves that were directly facing me, trying to find something.

"Give me a second, I'm sure it's here somewhere." She offered me the same view I had been offered that same morning.

"It's not on this one." She started rummaging through the shelf below, bending her back a little.

"Ugh, where is it?!" She moved to a lower shelf, having to bend over a little more. I could now clearly see the shape of her hips through her shirt.

"Did Mom mess with my stuff again?" She was now exploring the middle shelf, but instead of bending her knees, she kept her legs perfectly straight and slightly apart, having to bring her ass closer to me so she could bend over properly. That's when I realized she wasn't wearing anything under that shirt. I painfully swallowed my saliva, like a rubber ball struggling to pass the top button of my shirt that was too tight for my already skinny neck, then down to my stomach like a bowling ball ravaging my guts like they were bowling pins. I then felt all that weight continue toward my crotch, almost inflating my cock to full erection in a single blow.

"I'm sorry it's taking so long, just one more second." I could now distinguish her labia in the dimly lit space, but what struck me first was how fragrant she was. It wasn't the first time I had seen her pussy, nor her naked. But those moments were so rare that each memory was clearly distinct in my mind.

"Oh, there it is, let me grab it." Her perfectly shaved pussy and asshole were now fully exposed, just inches from my face. I could see her pink clit glistening in the light amid all that inviting, plump flesh. Her scent was intoxicating; those three seconds felt like three hours.

"Did you enjoy the show?" She smirked, looking at my bulge. "But that's not even the main event, birthday boy."

She showed her hands, which were behind her back; she was holding a white piece of fabric with blue patterns--the same one you would find on a kimono.

I raised my hand to take it, thinking it was my birthday gift, but she backed off.

"Nuh-uh, hands on your lap, I'm in charge." I saw her fold the fabric square into a triangle, then into a bandana strip. She then bent over me and blindfolded me.

"Lie back." I obeyed and lay back, resting my head on her pillow.

I then felt the bed move and heard it squeak. I could feel her weight on my chest.

"Pizza is going to take 30 minutes; why don't you enjoy an appetizer in the meantime?"

She didn't let me answer or move. She shifted her weight forward and rested her hands on the wooden headboard. Then she lifted her butt off my chest and gently laid her cunt on my mouth, her clit resting on the tip of my nose.

"Eat up." I didn't give her the time to finish that two syllable sentence, my tongue was already inside her. I ate her pussy like any teenager would have sex - furiously. And she loved it.

Her hips moved back and forth, her clit rubbing against my nose, while the only part of me that was mobile was my tongue. I wasn't allowed to use my hands, and I was afraid that if I moved, the whole balance of this would be ruined.

Elsa was already breathing heavily when she articulated, "Take it out," between two gasps.

I unzipped and started to masturbate to the rhythm of her rocking, the bed squeaking beneath us.

I felt her body weight shift; she was looking back at something. She stopped.

"I didn't say you could jerk off, but I think it's fair. Just don't make a mess; you know I hate it."

Taking her validation as encouragement, I put extra effort into diving my tongue as deep as I could. She stopped, and I could feel her standing straight, still sitting on my mouth. My right hand naturally let go of my cock. My left hand was holding her ankle, like one holds onto the railing in the subway.

"I'm feeling extra generous today. If you can manage to make me cum before the pizza arrives, you get a reward. But if you make yourself cum before it arrives, you won't get the last gift I had for you tonight."

How is taking back something considered generous?

I nodded.

"But you have to double your rhythm, your jerking off is too slow, that's cheating."

I nodded.

She resumed her rocking, and I could swear she was going increasingly fast.

I was stroking my cock twice as fast while putting all the effort in the world into reaching new parts of her intimacy. I could now taste her juices fully, making me take slight breaks between licks so I could swallow it all.

She wasn't breathing anymore; she was moaning, and her moans were getting higher-pitched and louder. I was getting there; I was going to get that reward, maybe even lose my virginity tonight. On this very bed, with the most beautiful girl I've ever known.

The blindfold had also slipped just enough for me to peek under it with my right eye. I could see her perfectly round boobs rocking back and forth, pressing against each other, the small pink areolas holding tiny sweat drops. Higher up, I could see her biting her lip, trying to hold back her moans. I directed my gaze toward my nose and saw her brown landing strip moving back and forth toward my face. Elsa was a brunette, but she'd dyed her hair platinum blonde since she was 15.

The window was still open, and I could hear cars passing, dogs barking, and mothers calling their kids for dinner. If I could hear them, they could hear us. My dick twitched.

"Tick Tock, birthday boy." She challenged me. "If you can't make me cum before he gets here, I'm going to ask the delivery boy to--"

I came.

After I paid the delivery guy with the money Elsa had prepared and left on her nightstand for him while she was cleaning up, Elsa joined me in the kitchen. She was wearing another obscure band shirt, and I could see from below that she was wearing panties.

She looked annoyed. Maybe it was because I came up behind her unannounced, maybe because she hadn't cum herself. Maybe it was both.

"I'm sorry for the mess." I was looking at the pizza.

"I know. I was kind of expecting it. I'll just take another shower." She grabbed some napkins from the counter and didn't look at me when she answered.

"And I'm sorry I couldn't make you cum." She turned around and shrugged.

"I'm sure if the delivery guy had been late, I could have. I'm sure you were pretty close."

She stood there, immobile for a second that seemed like an eternity, and laid the napkins on the table. She took a slice of pizza and sat on one of the white wooden bar chairs surrounding the kitchen island, resting her feet against the stone top and nibbling at her pizza.

"Too bad, no reward for you," she said, looking at the magnets on the fridge.

"Can I at least know?" I was still boiling with curiosity.

"You'll never know," she said, tilting her head towards me just enough to make eye contact with both eyes before returning to her slice.

"And what was the other gift?" I mumbled.

"You see me now?" she said with her mouth full.

"Yeah?" I was puzzled.

"Well, I wouldn't be wearing any clothes right now if you had succeeded." She took a sip of Dr. Pepper straight from the huge bottle. "Except those you wanted me to keep, of course." She pulled on the cuff of her sock and let it snap against her skin.

I felt my boxers getting tighter again.

She chewed for a few seconds and added, "Also, I would've let you sleep in my bed with me, still naked.

I couldn't answer anything but "Sorry."

She looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and let her slice fall on the pizza box. "I know you are. Listen, Julian, I'm going to need another shower, and I have some laundry to do. See you tomorrow?"

Going home, I took extra precaution not to run into my mother; I really wasn't in the mood.

I locked my door and kept the lights off. I put my phone on DND mode and laid on my bed. The sun had set, and the glowing lights from outside the house were dancing with the ones painted on my ceiling.

I was so angry and disappointed at myself, and I could clearly see Elsa was also disappointed in me. I could tell she wanted to go further as much as I did, but I couldn't meet her expectations, as low as they were.

The bug in my gut woke up. That bearable but insistent pain was yelling at me.

"I'm sure she will break up with me tomorrow."

"Why would she stay with a loser like me?"

"All the other dudes at school want her; I can't compete."

All the usual crap. But then:

"What was that with the pizza delivery boy thing? Was she serious?"

The pain in my gut doubled. I came because she was teasing me about that.

Did she know me better than I did?

Was it one of my kinks or one of hers?

Before I realized it, I had my hand in my boxers.

- End of Chapter 1 -

[Thank you for reading this chapter until the end. I know it was quite long.

Please be gentle in your review, as this is my very first try in writing.]