Taken by the Belle
written by:
Theogre1970

My home town, which I affectionately refer to as Yuppyville, was still, small enough where everybody knew your business but was growing rapidly with an influx of high dollar, white collar folk getting away from the city. My family had been there for a while, we were working class. So while most of my classmates were still somewhere warm spending their daddy's money, I was getting in as many hours as I could so I could afford to go on to college in the fall. Ever my father's son, I was strong as on ox and worked tirelessly, without complaint. I had been 6'2" since my freshman year and I had filled out to a solid 218 pounds in preparation of playing football on a partial scholarship. My size, well known work ethic, and the fact that I was 18, allowed me to get a part time job where I was making good money doing finish construction.

It was on the job that I met Julie early on the last Saturday of spring-break my senior year. The crew was still franticly completing final clean up of the new ½ million dollar house when the moving van rolled up followed immediately by the family's car. My blue-eyed, blond haired, mid-west, All-American self had the glamorous task of scrubbing down the basement steps. My boss quickly went out to smooth over with the new owners, the fact that we were not quite done. During which time their daughter decided to give herself a quick tour of the house, alone. I barely glanced up, not pausing in my work, when she broke the threshold of the basement. We gave each other a quick "hi" and she just stopped and watched me as I scrubbed drywall mud from the steps. After about 15 seconds she proclaimed, in a sexy Tennessee drawl; "Damn, you have big arms!" It was at that point that I took a moment to sit back wipe my brow and really take a look at the girl staring down at me from above. Clad in a loose t-shirt and a tiny pair of jean shorts she looked like a Barbie doll. Leaning against the door sill, she was quite a sight to behold. 5'10", lean athletic legs crossed at the ankles, arms crossed under her breasts, long sandy brown hair pouring over one shoulder. Her jean shorts hardly covered any of her tan, toned, and amazingly long legs. Narrow hips lead to a trim waist. Her loose fitting t-shirt couldn't hide the fact that this girl was extremely blessed up top. What really stands out in my memory is the disarmingly perfect smile and the glint in her eye that belied a hint of mischief.

I may have been naive at the time, but I was no fool. After introductions were made, I offered to help unload the truck, which made my boss look good, as well as kept myself and my buddy Pete on the job sight. Julie also rewarded my good natured assistance both during the move and afterward with open flirting followed by a hug and then a peck on the cheek "For being so nice".

My experience with women was next to nothing at this point in my life. I was always the "good friend" and nice guy that got tongue-tied around any girl I was interested in. My confidence and popularity had grown in the months prior to meeting Julie as a result of success in sports, having been voted captain of the football and wrestling teams. Subsequently I was able to go with the flow and enjoyed the flirtatious banter this bold southern belle offered up. Julie's mother found me endearing and consented when Julie requested that I stay for dinner. Sitting next to me at the kitchen table while I chatted with her mom after dinner, the precocious teen teased me incessantly. It was odd for me to have someone flirting with me so openly in front of a parent. Julie was constantly touching me, commenting to her mother on my arms as she squeezed my bicep. She lightly fingered the rim of my ear and ran her hand through my very short sun bleached hair. She did hide the fact that, under the table, she had her long fingered hands gliding up and down my thigh. It was all I could do to keep my composure and keep up with the conversation. Her mom must have found it entertaining or was used to Julie's antics. I must admit, I thoroughly enjoyed being the center of attention of the most forward girl I had met. She went so far as to stroke my shaft as it lengthened down the leg of my jeans. Shortly after that she invited me up to her room to "look at pictures". Being a nice guy was finally paying off!

I had to be very cautious about the way I faced as I left the table and walked up to her room. We actually did look at her photo album for about 5 minutes. Sitting next to each other on her bed, legs pressed against each other out of desire just to be touching. She was still wearing the short shorts and as I leaned in to look across the page my hand rested on the smooth skin of her upper thigh. She made a comment that the implications of having big hands, was likely true. Turning more towards her I smoothed my hand up and down the soft skin of her lean muscled thigh. She set the photo album to the side tossed her hair a bit and with that devilish grin she put her hand to the back of my neck and pulled me in for a passionate tongue kiss. We made out with the pent up passion only two high school kids can muster. Kissing each other non-stop, we would trade off kissing each others' neck, ears, and then twine out tongues together again. Hands all over each other, her breasts were high and tight in the way only youth can make them. I tweaked an erect nipple through her shirt and she let out a gasp and moan, egging me on. I was rewarded with another moan when I caught the other nipple between my lips using the fabric for friction. As soon as I went to tug at her shirt, she leaned back and near tore it, and her lavender bra, off over her head in one impatient move. Shirt and bra tossed off to the side she leaned back on her hands, chest heaving. I paused to take in the vision in front of me, for a brief moment. Long, lean, and tan, her stomach muscles quivered, nipples standing out from the most perfect breasts I had seen. To this day, those glorious 36"Cs are the most firm and exquisitely shaped breasts I have ever had the opportunity to nuzzle. Impatient, she grabbed my head and pulled my mouth straight to a nipple as she collapsed back on the bed. She ran her fingers through my hair, moaning all the while I licked, suckled, and tongued her breast with youthful enthusiasm. My left hand on her other breast, right hand sliding over those amazing smooth thighs, I was intoxicated at the effect my touch had on such a beautiful girl. Watching her body writhe and twist to my touchs, I teased and put to use things I had read about in my dad's magazines. Rolling one nipple between thumb and fore finger the other nipple caught gently in my teeth, tongue flicking, I brought my right hand to cup her mound. Her shorts were soaked through with her excitement, hips moving against my hand of their own volition. I stroked my thick fingers along the seam of her jean shorts, moans turned to a passionate grunt, both hands flying down to grab my wrist and hold it there. I begged her to be quite as she lay there gasping. She looked up at me and said, "I don't think I can." Exciting as that was, I was scared out of my gourd of being caught. Things had to stop there that night. We had to find ourselves a different venue, away from parental ears, as she was by no means quiet, and we hadn't even done more than heavy petting. I left that night feeling almost giddy with my good fortune. I didn't even care about the ache of unfulfillment in my jeans. I had met a beautiful girl and done in one day as much as I had with any other girl thus far in my life. I was excited about the days to come.

Sunday came and went with church, then chores around the house. Monday morning at my locker long arms wrapped around me from behind and soft lips kissed the back of my neck. I turned in her arms, her right hand sliding to the back of my neck as she pulled me in for a passionate kiss. You could almost see the waves of gossip wash down the halls of our conservative suburban high school. On my way to class I was walking on cloud nine.

That same day, after final bell, she meets me in the weight room and says "You've seen my house, I wanna see yours." I proceed to forget all about meeting my buddy, Pete, for a work out as I drive her to my family's humble 3 bedroom ranch. I proceed to give her the quickest "nickel tour" in history. We told my mom we were going down to my room to "look at pictures and listen to music." Mom was the only one home and usually didn't venture down in the basement, where my dad had finished off an extra room to house my brother and me. With music to cover and noise we did actually look at pictures for all of 3 minutes before we had our hands on each other again. We were about a minute into making out when the phone rang and I picked it up, knowing it would most likely be for me. Sure enough, Pete is on the other end yelling, "Where the hell are you? We were supposed to work out!" My mind was reeling trying to come up with a good cover story, with out letting on that I had a girl in my room. As I stood there feeding Pete some BS I don't even remember, my mischievous companion slipped to her knees, undid my fly, pulled my engorged member from my jeans and started licking it like an ice cream cone. She accomplished all of this within a matter of seconds, never breaking eye contact with me. Pete could have berated me forever and I would not have cared. This was obviously not the first time she had done this and I was in heaven. I was experiencing my first blow job and watching for the first time the eyes of a playful girl change to the hooded, glassy-eyed look of a sexually charged woman. I, at some point, pretty much hung up on Pete so I could pull her up to me. I had to get my hands on her, touch her, explore her.

We were both quickly naked after that, clothes flying every which way in our haste. Both of us stripped bare she lay back the length of our bodies touching. I started kissing her neck and was then guide down to her breasts. The moans started again in earnest. My hand found the slick juncture between her legs, and I knew I had to taste her. Kissing down her amazing, lithe body her hips rolled towards me in anticipation. My lips and tongue found their way between her legs and her back arched. I knew not to go too fast, so I swirled my tongue, licking and flicking, her fingers caressing my scalp as I went down on a woman for my first time. I was enjoying tormenting her when she suddenly grabbed either side of my head pulling me away from her steaming core. Bringing me directly in for a wanton kiss, one of her hands reach down grasping my thick cocking and guiding me into her. Even dripping wet, it took a few strokes to get all the way inside of her tight sheath. Once all eight inches of me were buried inside her, our pelvic bones meeting, I just had to grind into her for a moment. I relished what I can only describe, as an overwhelming feeling of "being home". Small hip movements became more urgent thrusts. Her finger nails ran up and down my back then to my ass where she urged me on. Her moans became more guttural, breathing coming in short gasps as I felt the muscles inside her start clenching at my cock. I had to slow down struggling not to cum, but I couldn't resist the urge to give a hard jolt at the end of each long stroke. She was lost to it, incoherent, her movement erratic, finger nails dug into my back as I felt her pussy spasm and milk my cock, legs wrapped around me holding me inside her. Scared of getting her pregnant, it was still all I could do not to cum. She calmed down and I pulled out. She asked if I had cum and I told her "no". "You could tell I did right?" she asked sweetly. Creak, went the second step of the basement stairs, my early warning system for years. I knew that mom was on her way down. My heart jumped in my chest as I flew into action getting dressed and in a hushed whisper telling her to do the same. I kept my shirt un-tucked to hide, as best I could, my still raging hard on. Mom reached the bottom stair... and I could hear that she turned to go to the laundry room. Good thing, as my companion was still pulling her sweater over her now braless breasts as I hunted for the missing piece of clothing. The scare broke the mood and Mom's proximity prevented any continuation that day. We hollered our good byes down the hall as we departed.

To be continued...