Carnal Maturation Ch. 09 – Andrea

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Chapter 9: Andrea

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“What do you want from all this?” Andrea asked. “I mean, when you were with Erica, you said that you didn’t want a serious girlfriend because you were leaving for college at the end of the summer, and now you have whatever it is with Sharon. I need to know what you’re expecting from me.”

“Honestly, that’s a complicated answer. And not to deflect, but it really depends on what you want from me. I realized that many of my issues dating Erica were with her and not the type of relationship we had. I am leaving at the end of the summer, so if you want something serious, I need you to be comfortable with that. I don’t want to pursue anything long-distance while at college and don’t want to keep anyone from experiencing all they can in their first year. But, while I’ve had a lot of fun with Sharon, I think I want something more than that,” I replied, growing conscious of my rambling as I droned on and stopping to let Andrea speak again.

“I get that. I think. I guess I’m just nervous I won’t live up to either Erica or Sharon. They’re both more experienced than me and way better looking. I mean, look at these,” Andrea motioned to her slightly below-average tits. “Will you be happy with these after being with those two?”

It was true. Erica and Sharon both had magnificent breasts, significantly larger than Andrea’s, but that didn’t matter to me. I appreciated tits of all sizes, especially when I could play with them. All I needed was a handful, and not even that, if I’m honest.

“There’s more to attraction than breast size. Plus, you have something that neither of them do.”

“What’s that?”

“A personality and interests that actually align with mine. I know that sounds corny, but it matters to me.”

“That sounds like you want something serious.”

“I mean, yeah, I guess. That’s what I want, as long as it doesn’t come with talk of getting married or how having a kid at eighteen wouldn’t be that bad.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to have your baby,” Andrea said with a smirk.

“Should I be offended by that?” I quipped back.

“Let’s just say that I won’t be letting you skip the condoms,” Andrea said as her smirk turned into a smile and then immediately into a blush.

“Does that mean that you want to — “

“We’ll see.”

I appreciated Andrea’s playfulness and willingness to be open about her desires. I knew she had been frustrated in her previous relationship, and I wasn’t sure how far she’d be willing to go with me, but this gave me confidence that I wouldn’t be subjected to months of blue balls if we started dating. I was still curious about how she felt about my past, especially because it involved two of her close friends.

“I don’t mean to spoil the mood, but I want to make sure you’re okay with what happened between me and Sharon. Much less Erica.”

“Honestly, and I know this sounds weird, I am. In fact, it kinda turns me on. At first, I was heartbroken when Sharon told me you two hooked up, as I’d been hoping we’d get together. But when she ensured me it was purely casual and that neither one of you had any desire for a relationship, I began to fantasize… ” Andrea blushed again.” Sorry, I shouldn’t tell you this.”

“Why not? I was just getting into it,” I smiled at her.

“It is not exactly first-date material.”

“Maybe, but this isn’t exactly your traditional first date.”

“Well, Sharon told me about the photoshoot after you asked me out, and she then said that you had another one scheduled for yesterday.”

My heart skipped a beat, remembering it had ended with me pumping her friend full of my seed as she rode me reverse cowgirl.

“I should have been mad, jealous, or both, but instead, I got turned on, especially after she showed me the photos.”

Sharon showed her the photos?

“Which photos did she show you?” I asked, paying it cool, not knowing what exactly Andrea knew.

“Enough for me to get the full picture. You two definitely look sexy together, and I must say, you look a lot bigger than Nick.”

She showed her the photos!

“How do you know how big Nick was? I thought you two never made it past kissing?” I said, deflecting while I regained my composure.

“We didn’t, not really, but I felt him pressed against my leg the few times we really got into kissing on my bed. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I want to experience what you and Sharon did, but I’m not sure how quickly I want to get there. I promise you I will, but I won’t fuck Ataşehir Escort you tonight. Nor am I crazy enough to let you cum inside me, especially since I’m not on birth control. Is that all right?”

Sharon wasn’t on birth control either. God, I hope she’s right about the rhythm method.

“Of course. I wouldn’t expect you to do anything before you wanted to, but I am happy to hear you want to at some point. And, as much as I don’t want to return to using condoms, I want to get you pregnant even less.”

“Good,” Andrea smiled. “Shall we get going? The movie will start soon.”

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The movie was awful. It was a french film, which was romantic, I guess, but neither Andrea nor I could follow the plot, probably because we couldn’t read the subtitles with our tongues in each other’s mouths every time the onscreen lovers fell into bed, which, being a French film, was quite often.

Maybe the movie wasn’t that bad after all.

We had arrived during the previews and, as a result, ended up having to sit in the back row. It was not my first choice in movie viewing, but it had the benefit that no one could see us unless they turned around, giving us enough privacy to make out and, as the movie progressed, a little more.

During one particularly erotic scene, I took a chance and placed my hand on Andrea’s stomach. When she didn’t object, I slowly unbuttoned her fly — expecting her to stop me with each flick of my fingers — until I created enough room to slip my hand into her panties.

It was a bold move, as I had only groped her breasts above her shirt up until then. In my experience with Erica, it was not in following the proper line of progression that teenage sex should. Sharon had been open to going all the way almost immediately, but Erica had made me take what now felt like baby steps before I got into her pants. Andrea didn’t protest and even lifted her ass and pushed her pants down a little to give me better access as my fingers slid through her pubic hair.

Her pubic hair felt thick and untrimmed but didn’t appear unruly, and as I closed in on her pussy the dampness grew, having spread from her lips to her panties and then to the lower portions of her dark and curlies. I grazed her clit as I sought to lubricate my fingers, and as I did, Andrea’s body tightened. She failed to contain a quick gasp, but luckily, it was not loud enough for anyone in the rows in front of us to hear.

My middle finger pressed against her outer lips, soaked from within, and I gradually worked my way inside. As I slowly pumped, the palm of my hand pressing against her clit, Andrea pressed her face into the crook of my neck, alternating between kissing me and gasping. Her hot breath flowed against my neck as I increased the tempo.

She was worked up but still needed more stimulation. I pulled my finger from her slit and placed it directly on her clit, working in circles as Andrea’s gasps turned into moans. She tried to stifle them against my skin, but still, she was bordering on being too loud in the inconveniently quiet theater.

Her body trembled, her legs stiffened, and her hand latched onto the armrest to one side and my inner thigh to the other. I knew she was going to cum, and I wasn’t going to stop, but I worried that she would be too noisy when her orgasm hit. I didn’t know what her climax sounded like or if she could contain it. All I knew was that we were in a crowded theater.

“Keep going,” Andrea whispered in my ear, “I’m going to cum.”

I kept up the pressure on her clit as I pulled her face to mine, slipping my tongue into her mouth just as her body shook with pleasure. She soaked my fingers as she moaned into my mouth, with our kiss doing little to subdue her vocalizations. As her body relaxed and orgasm calmed, she bit down on my lower lip, playfully pulling it from my mouth before letting it slap back against my teeth.

“Fuck, Nick never did anything like that,” Andrea said as she rested her head on my shoulder, her chest heaving, and tried to figure out what was happening in the movie, leaving her pants unbuttoned and slightly pulled down.

I pulled my hand from her panties and wiped her juices against my pants. I wanted to lick my fingers clean, to taste her on my lips, but I thought it indecent, at least for a first date.

My cock strained against my pants, begging Andrea to return the favor, but she showed no interest in slipping her hand inside my jeans. Still, I was glad I’d taken the risk to finger her, even if I would have to finish myself when I got home.

We sat quietly for the final twenty minutes of the movie. Andrea snuggled against me, with neither of us able to catch up with the plot. No one in front of us turned around, at least that I noticed, so I assumed we had gone undetected.

The credits rolled, the light came up, and everyone began to rise and collect their belongings. Then a middle-aged couple to our front left turned and glared at us before walking Anadolu Yakası Escort down the aisle. Andrea and I looked at each other with terror, worried they would say something to the theater or, worse, the cops.

Our fears were partially alleviated when the elderly woman, who had been to our front right, looked over at us.

“Don’t mind them. They don’t remember what it was like to be young and in love. Couples get jaded when they are that age, and they’re probably just jealous of you two having some fun,” the old lady said with a smile. “Although, you might want to bite down on your shirt or something the next time you climax, dear,” She finished with a wink before following the angry couple down the stairs.

We followed her out of the theater, laughing as we held hands and made our way to the parking garage. After I unlocked my car, Andrea surprised me and opened the door to the back seat.

“Hop in. I want to thank you for earlier.”

Caught off guard, I didn’t know how to respond and simply slid into the back seat as Andrea climbed in on her hands and knees. With the windows tinted and the darkness of the garage, no one could see us unless they came to the front of the car. At least, I hoped.

I leaned back as Andrea nervously unfastened my jeans, pulling them down as I raised my ass to help. She left my boxers on but quickly pulled my hard cock from my fly, stroking as she examined it. It was the first time she’d had a dick in her hands, and she was unsure what to do beyond jacking me off tentatively.

“Can I taste it?” Andrea asked.

“You can do whatever you want, as long as you don’t bite,” I joked, trying to calm her nerves. “Be gentle at first, and then work up the intensity. Your hand feels great, but if you want to lick me or take me in your mouth, that will feel even better.”

Andrea slowly lowered her face until she was inches from my head. She milked my cock, staring as precum seeped out, only to be wiped away by her hand as it slid over the tip. When she hesitated, I began to wonder if she would reach out her tongue. I wouldn’t have blamed her, as it took Erica months to try, and she never wanted to do it again. Then, suddenly, Andrea surprised me, engulfing the first three inches of my shaft in a sudden move.

I had expected a tentative lick and then maybe for her to slip the tip between her lips, but she attacked me with the vigor of a more experienced girl. Soon she was bobbing up and down, her tongue gliding along my sensitive tip as her hand continued to stroke my lower shaft. It felt like a blow job from Sharon.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good. Keep going. It’s not going to take much to make me cum,” I moaned as I placed a hand on Andrea’s lower back, where her shirt had pulled away from her pants, exposing her skin.

I ran my hand under her shirt, gliding against her bare skin, pushing the fabric higher until I exposed the band of her bra. I didn’t hesitate and pinched the clasp, popping it free and letting the band go slack. Her tits drooped slightly under their newfound freedom. Reaching for her breasts, I took one in my hand, playing with it, feeling its weight and appreciating its firmness, even if it lacked size compared to Erica’s and Sharon’s.

To my dismay, Andrea pulled her mouth from my shaft, but it was only to sit back and pull her shirt over her head, revealing her bra loosely hanging from her shoulders. Andrea tossed her bra to the floor, and I stared at the third topless girl I had ever seen in person. She wasn’t as shapely as the previous two, but I didn’t care. I wanted to suck her erect nipples between my lips all the same.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I managed to get out as I moved my face toward her chest, guided by desire.

I wanted to reassure her that she was attractive, but it was also true — she was very sexy. I had never been someone who had a type, and despite sleeping with two girls with large boobs, I found Andrea’s slender frame just as erotic, especially sitting topless in the back of my car in a busy parking garage.

Andrea fell back, and I climbed on top of her, removing my shirt as I did. She responded by pushing her pants down, but left her panties on, making it clear that we were not going to have sex.

That was all right with me as I positioned myself between her legs and took a nipple in my mouth, the other breast covered by my hand. I sucked and squeezed, exploring her flesh in the back of my car as she began to moan and writhe beneath me. Her groin pressed against my bare stomach, and I could feel the heat from her cunt growing stronger as the cotton of her panties grew damp once again.

I had made her cum in the theater, but I wanted to taste her. I had passed up licking my finger clean, which left me wondering. I let her nipple slip from my lips as I kissed my way down her stomach. She was not as toned as Erica but was skinnier than Sharon. Her soft skin felt good against my lips, and my cock ached Kartal Escort as I neared the waist of her panties.

Andrea knew what I was aiming for and gently placed her hands on my head as she leaned against the door. She seemed ready for what was coming, but she stopped me when I tried to pull her panties over her hips.

“Leave them on. Just pull them to the side.”

Luckily, they were small and gave me plenty of room to access her as I tucked them to one side, hooking them behind her left ass cheek. Her bush was indeed natural, but it did not do much to hide her slit or her protruding clit, for that matter. I leaned forward, inhaling deeply before licking the length of her pussy. She tasted salty, with a slight bitterness. Different from either Erica or Sharon, but like the others, it turned me on. She moaned as I repeated the action, lubing her up before pushing two fingers inside and shifting my tongue to her clit.

“Don’t go too deep. I don’t want to break my hymen,” Andrea said, inhaling sharply as I began to finger her.

I wasn’t sure that was possible, but I obeyed her nonetheless, focusing on her clit as I shallowly fingered her, trying to search for her G-spot.

The depth of my fingers didn’t matter, as my tongue was enough to stimulate her inexperienced nub. Within minutes, her legs were pressed against the side of my head, and her fingers were digging into my scalp as she tried to grab my hair and pull me tight against her clit.

“Keep going, just like that, just like that,” Andrea called out. “Now suck harder!”

I obeyed, amazed at how in tune with her sexuality she was, given her inexperience. She knew how to make herself cum, and despite having never had a guy go down on her, she knew what she wanted from my mouth as well. Her body convulsed as I sucked hard on her clit, her hands reaching out to stabilize herself as her orgasm wracked her body.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes,” Andrea shouted, a little too loud in the tight confines of my car. “I’m cumming!”

Her legs alternated from crushing my skull to lying limply, spread open. Her hands gripped the little hair she could as her pelvis thrust against me, her pubic bone coming dangerously close to my teeth as she spasmed. Finally, her body relaxed, her fingers slipped from my hair, and her pussy squeezed my fingers one final time.

This orgasm had been much larger than the one in the theater, and I was glad no one was around to hear her scream, although the rocking of the car would have turned the heads of any passers-by.

I sat up as her body went slack beneath me, her chest heaving as she stared absently at the ceiling. My cock stood at attention with precum dripping from it, slowly running down my shaft as I stared at her mostly naked body.

I wanted to fuck her.

I wanted to fuck her more at that moment than I had wanted to have sex since I first hooked up with Erica. There was something about being denied that turned me on. That made me want to ignore her wishes…

I crawled on top of her, my wet cock running up the inside of her legs, leaving behind a trail of lubricant. I kissed my way back up her body, stopping briefly to worship her breasts before moving on to her neck and then her waiting lips. She had mostly recovered and kissed me back as I lowered my weight onto her body, my dick nestling between her legs.

I could feel her heat and wetness as my shaft slid against her lips, begging me to realign and push inside. But it wasn’t to be, as Andrea reached down and pulled her panties back into place, blocking my cock from its desired destination.

“Not yet,” she said as she temporarily broke from our kiss.

I ground against her damp panties, anyway, humping my way to further arousal, trying to make myself cum. Given more time, I would have succeeded, but Andrea had other ideas — she wanted to finish what she had started when we first got in the car.

“Lean back.”

I did as instructed, leaning against the opposite door, looking on as she positioned herself on her hands and knees, her panty cover ass presented to the tinted window, the reflection giving me a great view, and took my cock in her hand once again.

“I won’t last long,” I warned as she lowered her mouth to my cock.

And I didn’t.

It took Andrea less than a minute to entice the eruption of my long-desired orgasm. My cock jerked in her mouth as she continued to bob her head, not letting a drop escape her lips. Not even when I continued to pump her full of my seed. She swallowed once and then a second time as she sucked me dry, savoring every last drop of cum I offered.

I tried to tell her how good it felt, how much I wanted her to keep going until my head grew too sensitive, but all that came out was a garbled mess of syllables as I stared at her with a glazed look in my eyes.

She let go when my dick began to shrink, sitting back on her heels and smiling at me.

“Sharon was right. You do taste good,” Andrea said before licking her lips. “Not that I have anyone to compare you to.”

“I hope you want to go on a second date,” I joked, but a small part of me wondered if she was using me for the experience.

“I’d love that. Maybe next week, you can come over after school.”