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After begging my parents to lend me their car on the next day, I navigated towards the adress Riley texted me after our call last night. Admittedly, I didn’t know to much about her. I believed she lived in a dorm or something of the sorts, but Riley lived in a small village about a 30 minute drive from mine.
I had to double check the adress when I arrived. The House she, and persumably her parents lived, humbled me quickly. It was luxurious, taking over about twice as much space as the average household with medium income. Her parents must have been rich, I thought.
This made me nervous. My family barely scraped together enough for me to go to college, and taking a girl on a date who had much more to offer then I did gave me second thoughts.
I thought about texting her, but instead, I decided to meet her at the door. To get there, I had to ring a doorbell at a large iron gate.
I ringed, and a man responded.
“Yes? Can I help you young man?”, a rather old voice responded.
“Hi!”, I cleared my throat, leaning into the speaker, “I’m here to pick up your daughter!”
“Which one?
“Which one? Uhm… Riley?”, I asked confused. I didn’t know she had a sister, “And im also pleased to meet you, mister Hayes!”
A few seconds later, he responded.
“Yes, Riley is informed and will be on her way. And im not her father, I am the family’s butler.”
“Oh… ok, sorry”
I took a step back, confused by that conversation. At the very least, I’d have some things to talk about now. There was so much I wanted to know about her…
The iron gate creeked open, apparently it was electric. Behind the bars, I could make out Riley walking up to me.
Riley wore a black dress. Less gothy, less grungy. More revealing. Not Emo, not rebellish. Just imensely sexy. Her cleavage was staring at me harder then I was looking back at it.
“Dillan, hey!”, she spread her arms walking up to me.
Fuck yes, I thought.
“Riley, you look amazing!”, I embraced her in a hug.
Words are not capable of describing the feeling of embracing her. She was soft, so intensely soft, as if hugging the softest bed when you felt your most tired. Her chest pressed against me, and I could tell they were soft and voluminous.
Her bodily sensation distracted me from the perfume she was wearing. To this day, that scent is linked to her. She smelled of pure seduction and pleasure. Addictive like the smell of a gasstation, and intriguing like pure nostalgia, drenched in rain and lemon.
Yeah, my blood went elsewhere. No need to ask or theorize.
Like a gentleman, I opened the door, letting her inside first, before entering the drivers seat.
Guys, the way her seatbelt pushed up her boobs, defied all laws of physics. Imagine jelly hanging over the edge of a bowl, wobbeling intensely at the slightest disturbance. It was at this point, where my dick became harder then a steel bar. A shame, I could have needed that blood in my head.
Thus, I don’t really remember what we talked about on our way to the café. I believe she talked about her family. She had a sister and a Brother. Her mother was a model and her Dad was a famous actor in the 80s. That explained the house, and the butler, who’s name was Arthur.
One thing I need to mention – basically a core memory to me – was my view during the drive. My eyes glanced to the her chest every time I went over a speedbump a little to fast… and the way her breasts bounced in responde drove me wild.
It was late when we got to the café, and to my surprise, Riley ordered a cocktail. So I did as well.
Our talk was mainly about College, but we quickly went of topic, talking about movies, shows and even books.
You’ve been to a date, probably. So you can imagine how boring some of the talk is. Sometimes you try to get to know a person by talking about the things that are common and boring, and that’s ok.
No date needs to be too exciting.
But Riley Hayes thought otherwise. After about an hour and a half, she proposed something.
“You know what, Dillan?”, she asked, after finishing her drink with a large sip, “Should we spice things up with a game?”
I chuckled.
“I’m always down for games!”
She grinend again. A warm, welcoming and excited grin.
“Great! In that case…”
Riley held her hand high. The waiter noticed her right away. She then proceeded to order an entire bottle of booze.
Now, that is obviously psycho shit. Im not stupid. But mind you – I was horny.
If the hot, rich and busty goth girl orders booze, you shut the fuck up and let her do that. You’d let her too.
I smiled, as if that’s normal. I played it as cool as I could.
A large bottle of God-knows-what arrived on the table a few seconds later, together with two small glasses. Shot-glasses.
“So”, Riley started excitedly, pouring both our glasses to the brim, “Now, let the game being! You get to go first. You can ask me anything you like. If I refuse to answer it, I have to drink. Then I get to ask”
“And I drink when I refuse to answer?”
“It’s not rocket science…”
“I know… I know… just making sure.
I thought for a second. On one hand, I really want to fill her up (In all the ways that statement can be interpreted). On the other… is this morally the right thing to do? Perhaps I start slow, and if she starts asking heavier questions, I match the energy. Can’t blame me for that, can she?
“Ok… how old are you?”
She rolled her eyes, “God how lame… are you trying to bore me to death? Im 20. I’ll drink it anyway so I won’t die of thirst over here.
She sipped it in a single gulp. I could see the shot travel down her beautiful, spotless neck. Well, spotless except for that little beauty mark underneath her left cheek.
“My turn, are you still a virgin?”
I look away and silently drink. She giggles. Way to escalate, riley. Time to match the energy.
“Is your childhood trauma still bothering you?”, I asked. I meant to tease her with such a deep and thought provoking question, but in hindsight, this was really bad…
Riley gave a loud chuckle, surprised I would dare to ask such a thing. She drank.
“Do you think im a good fuck?”, she responded, tilting her head.
I drank. She grinned.
“Is your pussy pink?”
“Cherry blossom pink. Fresh out the factory pink. Pinker then Kirby…” she whispered dreamily, before asking, “What about you? Are you blessed?”
She didn’t need to clarify. I understood. Somehow, I didn’t want to lie tho…
“You should find out sometime.”
“That’s not how the game works.”
“Well, I’m contempt. I’m sure you’d agree.”
She was grinning so hard – an imensely cute view. I loved that side of her. That uncaring side. Even talking about things like these, I felt safe with her.
We continued, asking similiarly dirty questions, all while my raging boner twitched against the fabric of my underwear, like a breast clawing at its cage, begging to be released.
I had to stop the game about half an hour in. The bottle was emptied, and Riley stared to sway.
“Are you okay?”, I asked, “I can bring you home if you rather…”
I stopped. Not because she answered, but because I’d be sad ending the date here.
“I…”, she was interrupted by her hiccups, “Probably… should go home…”
I paid the outrageous tripple digit bill and helped her walk towards the car, as she was clumsily bumping into stuff along the way. Holding her felt amazing. There was something so cute about a girl so drunk.
Of course, I wasn’t ever going to take advantage of her.
I put her in the backseat of the car, in case she was about to hurl. My parents would sacrifice me if they found out…
I started driving and decided to tackle the speedbumps softly this time. I took glances to the backseat through the mirror from time to time.
Riley was sitting upright, in the middle seat, without wearing a seatbelt. She took of her shoes and socks, spreading her legs through the middle of the car, until they tickled the side of my arm.
Her legs were long, her feet… fuck I can’t bring myself to describe them. Perfect, clean. Not that I had a thing for feet – but hers? All day.
Then, she mumbled something about the heat, and decided to try and pull of her dress. Now, as a horny 19 year old, I was not about to stop her. Now, as an adult, I regret not having said anything.
She struggeled to take it off, and I forced my eyes to the road. I could not look into the mirror then…
I really shouldn’t have…
But fuck – I did.
She wore red underwear, but it was more akin to lingery. Her breasts could barely be contained, but they fit inside so nicely. I audibly whispered “Fucking hell” to myself.
“Huh?”, she asked, “Did you say something?”
“Oh nothing… just… should I turn on the AC?”
“Im good, just open the window please…”
I did, and she leaned out…
“AAAhhhh”, she moaned, as the wind hit her face, tumbling her hair in every direction. It was nighttime, and some dumb teens watched with grins in their face, as I drove this big titty goth chick around their village, wearing nothing but her underwear on top.
I felt big that moment. It was the last time I would.
Not soon after, I arrived at her home.
“Should I bring you back in?”, I asked, knowing I would have to.
“You can do a lot more than that once were inside…”, she whispered sleepily.
Didn’t have to tell me twice. I darted out the drivers seat and helped her climb out the backseat. My eyes still on her chest, imprisoned by that red cage she was wearing. I remember thinking that those tits would eventually be mine… how very wrong I was.
“Don’t ring…”, she whispered, “Family asleep.”
“Where should I go?”, I asked.
“You can use my backdoor if you want…”, she whispered. Her voice tinted with seduction.
“W…What?”
“Theres a door at the back you can use…”
“Oh… Of course…”
The door was open. How odd. Perhaps they don’t usually leave it open and left it that way for Riley.
I could barely make out anything inside her house, and I was too horny to care. So what if it looked rich from the inside too? I had a hot, almost naked, busty goth in my arms. I don’t care about the interior right now.
She led me to her room in the upstairs area. We walked past pictures of her childhood. There was a girl who looked similar to her. Most likely that sister of hers. And a boy. A bit older then her. Her brother?
Her father looked rich. I figured. I felt some faint recognition looking at him. Was he in a movie I watched?
Her mother was the second hottest thing I’ve seen that day, and i admit, it was close. It was a picture of Vogue, with her on the front page.
Honestly, it’s the kinda milf I’d jerk off to regularely, and my hopes for a future with Riley skyrocketed. Hopefully she’d be this hot in her fifties too.
I silently opened Riley’s room, and was surprised for it to be so… regular. I was hoping for mettalica posters or some emo stuff, but nothing of the sorts.
There were polaroids hanging on the wall, a workdesk with her college laptop, a closet, two wardrobes and a large, most likely kingsized bed, which Riley imidiately strolled towards.
She lied inside exhaustedly, and I sat down next to her on the edge of the bed.
Riley slept so peacefully. I smiled at her cuteness.
“Riley”, I whispered, “Can I leave you like this?”
“Noo”, she whispered back.
I caressed her cheeck and pushed her hair behind her ear.
“You want me to stay?”
“Mhmhh”, she nodded slightly.
“Okay…”
I lied down beside her, so we could look at each other. She looked so beatiful in the moonlight, and I did what I should have never done to a girl this drunk.
Our lips met for what felt like an eternity. It was a beautiful kiss, and I pulled only after her lips let go of mine.
“Dillan…”, she whispered, “Do you have a condom?”
Holy fucking shit, I thought.
Right here? Now? I didn’t have a condom…
I shook my head.
“Oh… that’s fine…”, she whispered in dissapointment, she got up, sitting on her knees now.
“Do you want me to suck your cock?”
I was paralized, and she noticed.
“I forgot its your first time…”
She touched my thigh, pushing my legs open, before positioning her self between them on her knees. I could feel her hands massage my leg from my ankles to my thighs. She stopped there, her thumbs drawing circles on my thighs. She never blinked once, her eyes observing me with care…
My crotch showed a massive buldge. She noticed, even if her eyes never wavered from mine. She leaned down and kissed my erect cock through my pants.
“Do you like it when I kiss your cock, Darling?”
“Fuuuck…. I love it Riley… I love… I…”
“Shhhh”, she whispered, “I’m not done… I havn’t even started…”
She kissed again. Slower this time. I could feel her soft lips engulf my shaft thorough my pants…
*Kiss*
*Kiss*
*Kiss*
*Kiss*
…
…
During her kisses she gazed back up at me with her loving eyes. This… this was perfect. The perfect first time a man could hope for.
Riley started making out with my cock, full on smootching the buldge in my pants.
I moaned, winced and twitched. I held back my orgasm for what felt like an eternity, but it was most likely not even a minute.
She slowed down when I breathed to hard, and went more intense as soon as I caught my breath.
She was a master of temptation. Truly.
“Riley…”, I whisperd as she stopped, “Please…”
“Begging won’t do you any favors…”, she replied, kissing me on my mouth again, “Obidience will… take it out for me…”
I did, I pulled out my pants despreately, and my cock pointed far up into the sky.
Riley leaned back between my legs again.
She kissed my left thigh, then my right, then my left again. Using this pattern, she slowly climbed her way up my crotch.
Before her lips touched my cock…
She pulled away.
I could feel some looser strains of her hair tickel my cock as she did so.
She gazed at me, positioning her head right above my cock, about a foot away.
“Look at me”, she demanded, and I did. I gazed into her beautiful hazel eyes. I watched, as she drooled out spit from her mouth.
Her drool traveld over her lips, down to her chin, from where a long trail of her saliva traveled downwards…
It hung in the air like a spider traveling down an a single string of web.
Slow…
Excruciatingly slow…
And just at the right time… I felt the cold sensation of her spit on my tip.
My eyes rolled back, as the single drop of saliva dripped down my entire shaft, before scaping though my legs down to my asshole.
At that point, I was twitching furiously. It was torturous, but the hottest sensation I felt. Porn could not make me harder then this. This was real.
Riley… the queen of seduction.
If I wasn’t this intensely horny, I would have given her a standing ovation for this seductive performance.
She let some more drool out, which followed the still lingering trail of her last drop.
My eyes rolled back, as a second mass of saliva hit my cock.
“Riley…”, I whispered, not knowing what words even meant anymore. I was in a different world, somewhere else entirely, and yet I was here with her.
Her gaze didn’t waver from me at all during this. She was focused on my reaction the entire time – and seemingly pleased with it.
She stretched out her tongue, before lowering herself to my cock.
Fuck yes. I thought.
Riley Hayes was about to blow my rock hard cock…
I was already on the verge of orgasm… and I will finish inside her mouth…
I can already imagine what her tongue would feel like, twirling around my tip…
I close my eyes and leand back, ready for what was about to happen…
Any second now…
Any…
…
“Riley?”, I asked, opening my eyes again.
Riley was still there.
But her mouth wasn’t on my cock. Nor was she even near it. She sat there, still between my legs, her head tilted. She was looking at me with a unreadable expression.
But… something in her gaze… It wasn’t loving.
Her smile – or rather her grin – wasn’t playfull.
Her entire posture seemed to change.
Was she contempt? Disgusted? Something in between?
Instead of seductive, she seemed to be… enjoying herself… holding back a laugh… not the kind of laugh from a joke… the kind of laugh of self embareassment.
It took a moment for her to say something.
“Did you really think I was going to suck your cock?”, she chuckled. She blurted the words out, her voice tinted with mischief.
My jaw dropped.
“God… you really thought I would. Didn’t you?”
I was unable to mutter a word.
“Dillan… I didn’t go on a date with you so we could fuck…”
I was paralized.
The light turned on.
I didn’t know him yet, but the man standing in the doorway would change my life forever.
Riley tilted her head.
“I did it so we could fuck!”
(End of Chapter 2)