His Nasty Little Pussy

Lacey turned her body to face me, and I could see her panties underneath her sweater. My cock began to throb, and I wanted so badly to see her touch herself. I knew the only way to get her to do it was to start myself. Courageously, I pulled my sweatpants and boxers down and released my hard dick. I took it in my hand, took a deep breath, and began to stroke it.

“What does it feel like?” she asked curiously, her eyes wide and fixated on it.

“I don’t know,” I told her. “It feels… good.”

She watched me stroking it for a moment, and then she leaned back against the arm of the couch and slowly stuck her hand inside her panties. I could see the outline of her hand underneath the fabric, and it started to move up and down.

“Oh, my God,” I muttered, watching her touch herself. “Is it wet?” “Yes,” she whispered. “It’s wet.” “Can I see it?” I asked boldly.

“No!” she hissed.

“You can see mine,” I reminded her.

“Shut up and do it,” she demanded.

Not wanting to ruin the moment, I complied. She leaned back and pushed her hips a little closer to me, lying further back but still watching me rub my cock. I could see her hand starting to move a little faster, and her chest rose and fell with labored breathing. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to kiss her full lips. I wanted to see her beautiful breasts. I wanted to fuck her.

“Lacey…” I whispered, stroking my cock faster.

She moaned softly, her hand moving even faster inside her panties. As she fingered herself, she pulled her panties aside and I caught brief glimpses of her labia. I wanted her so badly I could hardly contain myself.

“I want to fuck you,” I said bravely.

“Shh!” she whispered.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“God damn it! I want to fuck you!” I grunted.

“Ohh…” she moaned, tilting her head back and grinding her hips against her hand.

I could tell she was nearing orgasm already, and my throbbing cock wanted to be inside her virgin pussy. In an instant, I was on top of her. My cock pressed against her hand.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Please, Lacey,” I begged her. “I want to fuck you!” “No! Jason, that’s sick!” she snapped. “Lacey, please. I need to fuck you. Please!” “Jason, I…” she paused.

“You know you want to,” I told her. “And I need you so bad I can’t stand it! Please, Lacey!”

“Don’t ask me to do this,” she begged. “I want to, but I…” “If you want to, then do it!” I urged her.

My hard cock pulsated and throbbed against her hand, and I bent my head down and tried to kiss her. She quickly turned her head to the side, and I got a mouth full of hair.

“Stop!” she demanded, pushing me off into the floor.

She fled from the room, and I heard her bedroom door slam. I collapsed back and sighed heavily. I had been so close to having her, so close to taking her virginity and giving her mine. I wanted to chase after her. I wanted to burst into her room and tear her clothes from her body and fuck her until she begged for mercy. But I would not force myself on her. If she truly didn’t want me, I had to respect it.

I headed for the comfort of my bedroom and locked the door behind me. I crawled into bed and closed my eyes, picturing her rubbing her pussy underneath her panties, and I made myself cum. Somehow, it wasn’t the same.

Things were awkward for a few days. Lacey refused to make eye contact, and she hardly spoke to me at all. I wanted to apologize but to do that, I would have had to acknowledge what happened. It seemed that Lacey just wanted to forget.

On Friday night, Lacey had a date. He was a sophomore in college, and she’d had a crush on him since he was a senior in high school. When he asked her out, she squealed excitedly after she hung up the phone.

For hours, she flitted around the house getting ready. Our parents were headed out for date night again, and I was going to be stuck home alone with nothing to do. I sulked broodingly, my arms crossed in front of my chest, as I watched her bouncing around the house preparing for her date.

Our parents left at eight o’clock, and her date was supposed to arrive at eight-thirty. By nine-fifteen, he still hadn’t shown up, and Lacey was pacing around the living room, shifting the curtains to stare out at the street every time headlights passed our house.

“Where is he?” she lamented, glancing at the clock on the mantle.

“Why don’t you call him?” I suggested.

“What? And seem desperate?” she groaned. “I can’t do that.” “Just tell him you were afraid something happened to him,” I said.

“No way,” she said.

“Suit yourself,” I muttered, flicking the power button on the remote to turn on the television.

At around nine-thirty, the phone rang.

“Answer it,” Lacey commanded me.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, reaching for the cordless receiver on the coffee table.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Is Lacey there?” asked a male voice.

“I think so,” I said, playing along with Lacey’s childish game. “Let me check. Lacey! Lacey!”

Lacey stared at me for several seconds, and then her hand shot toward me. I slapped the phone into her hand moodily.

“Hello?” she asked, trying to make her voice sound cheerful. “Oh, hi, Mike! No, it’s okay. I understand.”

Her face suddenly fell.

“Oh,” she said weakly. “I see. Alright. Another time, sure. Bye.”

She pressed the button to hang up the phone, and she let it drop absently to the floor. She looked dazed, and I noticed her eyes start to glisten. She dropped to the couch and buried her face in her hands.

“Hey,” I said gently, scooting over beside her. “Hey, it’s okay.”

I put my arm around her, and she turned and buried her face in my shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

“What happened, Lace? What’d he say?”

“He said the first girl he asked out the girl he wanted to go out with but turned him down called him back and said she could go after all,” she croaked, her voice muffled by my shoulder. “I was his second choice!”

“What?” I gasped. “Dude’s a moron!”

Lacey continues to cry, her shoulders shaking, barely able to breathe. Her hands clung to the fabric of my t-shirt and squeezed ferociously.

“Hey, hey,” I said softly. “Look. This dude’s an idiot. You’re nobody’s second choice!”

Lacey sniffled and wiped her eyes with her hands. She looked up at me meekly, and I could see mascara smeared all around her eyes.

“Really?” she squeaked.

“Really!” I said vehemently. “Anyone who would see you as a second choice is a real dumb ass!”