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The Hangout

Date: 11/3/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, First Time, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 89.1, Source: sexstories.com

Some days I wore next to nothing. We even talked about you looking at me. Not a damn thing happened.” “I didn’t think it should.” “Yeah, you kinda said that. Forget it. It’s okay.” “No, it’s not.” Tears glistened in her eyes. “Why is it not okay? Suddenly you want to fuck me? Is this pity?” “No! It’s not pity, Martha! It’s just that now, I think of sex with you as a possibility. I didn’t before, but if you’re interested ...” She shivered through another body rush. “I think I am.” I took her hand. “You shouldn’t be this damn high your first time.” We went back inside. The sound system played Pink Floyd, making the entire atmosphere of the place calmer. The walk cleared our heads enough to allow us to enjoy it. Her artwork looked spectacularly trippy as ever, but we both kept things under control. Martha asked, “What’s that on her back?” “Who?” “The blond with the tied-up red shirt. What’s that glowing on her back right above her jeans?” I looked where she pointed. A busty braless blond strutted her stuff on the dance floor. Something glowed on her back under the black light and glistened when the strobes hit her. It took me a minute to figure out what it was. Then I doubled over with laughter. “What?” Martha asked. I cupped my hand over her ear to be heard. “It’s spunk.” “It’s what?” “Spunk. Cum. Semen. It glows under black light. Look. It’s still wet. Someone must have done her from behind and pulled out.” “Oh, shit!” “Yeah.” “Here?” “Who knows? She sure didn’t drive here ... like that.” Martha put her mouth to my ear. “We know this place better than her. I can’t imagine where she went. I’m not as fucked up now, and I’m still interested in trying sex, but I’m not putting on a show.” “You split your bonus with me. I can afford a motel room. Come on.” We left the club and walked up the street to the motel. The desk clerk eyed us suspiciously, but a ten dollar tip got us a room with no further questions. We went up the ugly outside concrete steps and found the door. “Did you ever do anything like this before, Jeremy? Get a room with a girl?” “No.” I unlocked the door and ushered her inside. The room wasn’t horrible. At least it looked clean. She shivered again. “That wasn’t a body rush. I’m nervous.” “It’s just me.” “That may be the problem.” She found a brush in her bag and went to the bathroom sink. She pulled the handmade clip from her hair and removed as much glitter as she could. “Should I get undressed now?” I turned on the bedside lamp and turned off the harsher room lights. “Let’s sit down.” We sat on the bed, not touching. “Are you sure you want to do this, Martha?” “Not if you don’t want to. Be honest. It’s okay. Do you want to go back to the club?” “No!” “So, you’re being a gentleman?” “I don’t want to mess things up between us. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret tomorrow.” “Tomorrow I may regret not doing it. I feel safe with you. I never even kissed a boy.” “Why not?” “No one asked, dammit!” “I’m sorry. Didn’t think I should be ...