Afterburn

It was her clothes. Her hair. Her smell. She wasn’t trashy like a lot of the girls in school. The majority of them wore skirts riding up their asses—even though it was against the dress code that no one enforced—and always had makeup caked on their faces. Roxie’s eyelashes were naturally long and thick, unlike the girls whose eyelashes stuck together while little balls of black gook dropped onto their cheeks from using too much mascara. Roxie was different. She had class and she was my woman….

…In my mind. All I needed was the space and opportunity to convince her. That was why I’d invited her over to Mike’s for my birthday party. I’d hoped to convince her to go home with me since my parents were gone for the weekend. We could have the place all to ourselves.

There were fine girls on top of fine girls that night. I was trying to figure out where they’d come from. They surely didn’t attend the same school as me. We’d expected a lot of girls but we’d hit the lottery. Surely, it had something to do with Felix recently becoming single. Even back then, Felix could’ve beaten out any brother in the Player of the Year Competition. That included men twice his age.

Felix and Donna had dated for three years, much to the dismay of all the girls trying to bed him. Donna had dropped Felix faster than most people could blink when she’d caught him in the boys’ locker room doing the nasty with her twin sister Dana. Felix had always wanted both twins and his hard work and perseverance had paid off. However, he didn’t bother to get Donna’s permission first. Donna had beaten her sister’s ass and then they’d made up and blamed it all on Felix. He was hurt—for two days—and then was ready to move on.

You’d think that I would’ve learned from Felix’s mistakes but we tend to do stupid things when we’re young. Never once do we consider that the repercussions aren’t worth it. Such was the case when I’d agreed to go upstairs to Mike’s bedroom with “a woman of the night.”

My boys had decided that sixteen years was way too long for any brother to live without tapping at least one ass. Two years ahead of me in sexual activity, they were tired of me never having any freaky tales to share. They’d decided to scrape together all their available cash on hand—mostly beer money—and purchase my very first piece of pussy.

Angel, who definitely didn’t live up to her name, was gorgeous without a doubt. Her skin was dark, like a juicy plum, and she had the largest breasts I’d ever seen in person. Being more experienced now, looking back, I’d say that she had to be filling up every millimeter of a 42DDD bra. She was hot and trampy; like the women in Mike’s porno films we used to watch.

“You got a big ass dick for a teenager!”

Angel was sitting on the bed staring at my privates. She called it “a routine inspection.” Standing there with my jeans and boxers tangled around my ankles, I felt so violated. Angel’s face was close enough to my hard dick for me to feel her breath on it.

“Thanks, I guess,” I muttered, stunned by her remark.

Angel lifted up the shaft of my dick and fingered my balls. Not in a romantic way. It was more like a “let me make sure there aren’t any bumps underneath them” way. I didn’t have any sexual diseases; unless you could get them from whacking off.

She finally quit messing around down there. “Trust me, little brother, you’re hung like a horse compared to some of these rabbit-dick men out here. With some of the teeny-weeny ones, I’m not even sure I’m actually being fucked. Know what I’m saying?”

“No, not really,” I said nervously.

Angel kicked off her shoes as she leaned back on her elbows. When the room suddenly smelled like musty feet, I wondered if the rest of her was clean.

“So, Yardley, that’s a crazy name for a brother. That sounds like some shit from Scotland or someplace like that.”

“It was my great-grandfather’s name,” I told her. “And, as a matter of fact, he was from Scotland.”

“Ah, so someone had a little jungle fever? Ain’t a damn thing wrong with that.”

I ignored her comment. “Can we please get on with this?”

Angel was smacking a wad of gum from side to side in her mouth. “Cool by me. So, Yardley, what you wanna do first?”

“I don’t know.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to be there; rather less what I wanted to do first. My mind flashed to Roxie. I lifted my wrist to peep my watch. It was ten-fifteen and Roxie had told me she probably wouldn’t be able to make it before eleven. She was stuck with babysitting her younger brother until her parents came home from a dinner dance. The forty-five minute time frame helped me to relax slightly. “What do you usually do, Angel?”

She sat up and grabbed my dick. “Since I’ve completed my inspection and I’m down here anyway, want me to suck it for you?”

My first blow job. Damn, was I ready for that?

“Is it going to hurt?”

Angel suppressed a laugh; even though I could tell she wanted to ridicule me.

“Naw, sugar. I’m a professional. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s suck a damn dick.”

What a powerful statement. Even though I didn’t think it was physically possible, my dick got even harder as the words left her lips. Angel took the gum from her mouth and stuck it on the corner of Mike’s nightstand.

“Relax, Yardley.”

Angel dove in, drawing my entire dick into her mouth without blinking an eye. I started making noises I didn’t realize I was capable of making. After a brief two minutes of “oohs” and “aahs” emitting from my throat, I busted my first nut that hadn’t been the result of using my own hand.

Angel couldn’t hold it in any longer and fell out laughing. I collapsed on the bed so I could attempt to regain some composure. I damn sure wasn’t supposed to come that fast. I never knew it would feel so wonderful to place my dick into a woman’s mouth. I didn’t think I could handle sticking it in her mouth and her pussy in the same night; a frightening concept to an inexperienced teenage boy.

“I think that’s about it for you