An Ordinary Teenage Sex Life

“Oh, that’ll be easy.” I’d already fixed two towel bars in my own house. I let Miss McNeil lead the way and it turned out, we were going into the same bathroom I’d been in the last time. Sure enough, one of the brackets had fallen off when the screws came loose from the wall, and the towel bar was tilted at a slight angle from where the remaining bracket still anchored it.

“How’s that scratch, Ben?” Miss McNeil asked while I surveyed the damage.

Automatically, I looked at my arm. “Oh, that’s already gone. I told you it was nothing.”

“Really? Let me see.” Miss McNeil was suddenly beside me and pushing on my shoulder, and the next thing I knew she’d sat me down on the toilet seat. Reaching out with one arm, she then pulled the step-stool over and sat down on it. Only then did I realize that her robe had come loose, and she had on the exact same white, V-necked baby-T that she’d been wearing last week.

Then, taking my arm, Miss McNeil made a big show of inspecting every millimeter of skin on my arm to look for traces of the old welt, leaning forward in her seat so that once again, I had a simply WONDERFUL view down the front of her shirt.

Like magnets, the pair of gorgeous breasts drew my attention and held it. And while Miss McNeil continued moving my arm around, I continued staring at her tits.

The view of her creamy breasts had the expected effect on my crotch.

I was so enraptured with the sight of those heavenly globes that I didn’t even realize that a full five minutes had passed. I barely blinked, afraid to lose even a moment of available tit-viewing. And only after those five minutes did I realize that Miss McNeil wasn’t even looking at my arm anymore. She was staring at the tent in my shorts.

I was wearing a different pair of cargo shorts this time, but the material was no more effective at obscuring my erection. When I finally managed to pull my gaze away from Miss McNeil’s breasts so that I could see where she was looking, I began to examine her face.

Her skin was flushed a soft pink, and I could see small beads of sweat forming in her hair line. She was panting softly, very softly, and those bright green eyes were simply locked onto my crotch as firmly as my eyes had just recently been locked onto her chest.

“Can I see it?” Miss McNeil said just barely above a whisper.

“Huh?”

“Can I see it? I haven’t seen one in over three years.” Her pink tongue snaked out and rapidly licked across her upper lip. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. And with her youthful face absent of makeup and her wide-eyed expression, I could almost believe this gorgeous brunette was just another hot Senior-class chick or a college girl at the oldest. She was just another pretty girl with whom I might want to get naked.

I realized that my heart had already begun beating faster as I ogled the tops of Miss McNeil’s breasts. But now, my heart was thumping even harder in my chest and I found myself suddenly paralyzed with fear. Did she really want to see my dick?

“Uh, I’m not sure,” I began nervously. “I mean, I’ve never really been naked in front of a girl, Miss McNeil.”

“Would it help if I took off my shirt?” She asked quickly and her eyes darted up into mine.

My eyes flew open and my hormones answered way before my brain could react. “Hell, yeah!” I exclaimed.

Then before I could even blink, Miss McNeil shrugged her arms out of the robe and then crossed her arms down before whipping the T-shirt off, leaving her upper body clad only in that lacey white bra I’d been glimpsing. She bit her lip and then started glancing back and forth between my crotch and my face.

For a second, I just stared at her breasts encased in the bra, seeing just how the titflesh strained to be freed from the confining fabric. In fact, the bra seemed to be a little too tight, the edges of the bra cups denting in her breasts slightly while the rest of her boobs tried to spill over the top ever so slightly. And the sight had my heart absolutely racing.

Now sure, I’d seen this much of a live pair of tits before. Many of the girls had bikinis that covered far less. But none of those girls had been just a foot away and there was something inherently… sexier… about a bra compared to a bikini top. The fact that a bra wasn’t meant to be seen in public made the sight just so much more alluring.

Miss McNeil whimpered and stared at my crotch again, which shook me from my reverie. I was taking too long before showing her my cock. So my hands immediately went to the clasp of my shorts and I started to pull them off…

… but then I stopped. An idea had come to my head and I threw caution to the wind. “Wait, I’m guessing you want to see my dick naked.”

She just nodded hurriedly.

“Well, it’s only fair then if you take your bra off too, right?”

Without hesitation, Miss McNeil quickly reached behind her back, flipped the catch, and then shrugged out of the bra. My brain went into slow motion then, and my pupils dilated as wide as possible as the white fabric slowly descended down the curves of her breasts. My breath caught as the dusky pink areola came into view, followed shortly by eraser-hard nipples. And then, the white fabric fell off into thin air as the bra slowly collapsed into her lap.

I was so stunned and shocked by the sight of my first ever pair of adult naked tits that my hands started twitching and my mouth gaped as I ogled away to my heart’s content.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Miss McNeil whined when it was clear my body had gone rigid and that I wasn’t about to continue removing my shorts anytime soon. She quickly batted my hands away and finished unbuttoning me herself, unzipping me and then grabbing both the shorts and my boxers and then tugging fiercely down my legs.

Almost immediately, my seven-inch (and three-eighths) dick sprang out and bounced off my belly before wobbling to a standstill at roughly a 75-degree angle from my crotch. My new dick had come with the growth spurt and after glancing around the locker room at school, I knew I’d gotten a pretty good one. That pride coupled with the idea that it was naked in front of a pretty girl had my cock absolutely rock hard.

“Ohhh…” Miss McNeil moaned as my prick came into view. Her mouth opened and again, her tongue snaked out to lick across her upper lip. And then once she pulled my shorts down to my ankles with my bare ass on top of the toilet seat cover, she extended her hands towards my swaying member.

Miss McNeil reached for me so suddenly that it startled me, and I barked “Hey!” as I cowered back away from her hands.

Her hands stopped immediately and she looked pleadingly into my eyes.

I recovered from the momentary surprise and asked, “You want to touch it?”

She nodded and then moved her hands to grab my own. And then before I could react, she pulled my hands to her breasts, planting my palms against each large orb where my fingers reflexively clamped down.

“Oh, shit!” I gasped as I felt my first ever pair of naked tits. And then when Miss McNeil reached forward and grasped my cock with both of her hands, I groaned and grunted, “Oh, shit!” again.

My mind was racing. ‘She’s touching me! A pretty girl is touching me! I’m touching her tits! I’m touching her tits! And she’s touching my dick! Holy SHIT!’

Her tongue snaked out along her upper lip once again, and this time, I didn’t even twitch before Miss McNeil ducked her head and clamped her lips around my cock. I felt the sudden wet warmth as her mouth surrounded my sensitive head while she hummed a loud and happy “Hmmm!” And then I felt the powerful vacuum of air moving inside her mouth as she began sucking.

‘Holy SHIT!!!’

I groaned instinctively as my ab muscles suddenly began twitching, and then I felt a sudden, wonderful, heavenly relief exploding through my body as my hips reflexively jerked upwards, shoving an extra inch of cock into Miss McNeil’s mouth. And then I started cumming.

I knew what an ejaculation was. Hey, I was sixteen. I’d masturbated a hundred thousand times already. But this was no mere ejaculation. This… this was AMAZING!

I grunted “Miss McNeil!” as my hands reflexively squeezed and then I felt myself pouring out my cum into her mouth. Her head jerked when she felt the first splash against her throat and then she was swallowing rapidly, the contractions in her mouth only heightening my orgasm as I continued to spurt and spurt and spurt. She moaned through her nose as I filled her with more semen the moment she swallowed the last batch, and as my butt sagged back down to the toilet seat cover I felt her right hand jacking me to coax even more spunk out of my balls.

It felt like I was cumming for hours. It felt so exquisitely good that I never wanted it to stop, and every time I thought I’d squeezed out my last shot, her nimble fingers pulled another one out of me.

Alas, all good things must come to an end.

I let out one last grunt and pushed out one last dribble of jism. Miss McNeil popped off my cock and then leaned down to swipe that last glob off my tip with her tongue, and then she sat back on the step-stool, panting softly with a deeply satisfied expression on her face. Her eyelids drooped. Her lower jaw hung open, and yet she was obviously smiling.

“Oh, that tasted wonderful,” she sighed contentedly.

We were both silent for a long few minutes. I sagged against the toilet basin, completely in disbelief at what had just happened. Did Miss McNeil really just give me a blowjob? Had I really just cum in her mouth? Did she really just swallow every single drop like the porn stars in dad’s videotapes?

It felt like forever before Miss McNeil spoke. I’d seemingly gotten over my disbelief rather quickly as I got myself absorbed in ogling her bare breasts again. I didn’t know if I would ever get to see her tits after today, so I wanted to soak up every moment I could. I would have put my hands on them again if I was sure it wouldn’t earn me a slap in the face and have her quickly put her robe back on.

There had been a gleam in Miss McNeil’s eyes for the entire time we’d been in the bathroom. But now, that gleam started to fade away and all of a sudden, Miss McNeil was looking at me like I was a terrifying stranger sitting half-naked in her bathroom. She bit her lip and then looked down at her own nakedness. That pink blush came into her skin again and then in embarrassment, she suddenly covered her chest with her arms.

“Ben?” She asked as if she wasn’t sure of my name. Her gaze was fixed onto the wall behind me.

“Yeah, Miss McNeil?”

“Did I just… did we…?” Her face screwed up in confusion.

“Uh… yeah…”

“You won’t tell your mother, will you?”

I shook my head. There were a lot of things I kept from my mom. Anything having to do with sex was at the top of that list. Besides, there was no way my mom would believe me anyways.

“Good. Uh… you should probably put your clothes back on.”

“Right, right.” I quickly pulled up my shorts and Miss McNeil was already hunting around for her bra. She found her shirt, but the bra had somehow scooted next to me on the toilet. I reached down to pick it up and couldn’t help but notice the tag reading: 34C.

She quickly snatched it out of my hands and then began putting her breasts away, taking away the heavenly view. Once I got myself fixed up, I just sat there on the toilet seat cover and watched her put her shirt and robe back on.

Miss McNeil’s lower jaw quivered as she stood up, and then I stood up as well. In the cramped confines of the bathroom, we were standing just a few inches apart. I pulled myself up to my full height, looking down from three inches (and an eighth) above her.

At first, she wouldn’t look at me. But then, her gaze slowly swept up until her eyes met mine.

Miss McNeil looked so beautiful in that moment. Her green eyes were sparkling. She had a perfect nose and great cheekbones. And I stared at her lips, so full and pink and so recently wrapped around my cock. And then I did the most impulsively aggressive thing I’d ever done in my life. Nice guys didn’t do things like this, but then, I wasn’t REALLY a nice guy inside.

I bent and pressed my lips to hers, planting a fierce kiss borne of instinct on her mouth and pushing hard enough to stumble Miss McNeil off balance so that her back banged up against the wall behind her. And my mouth went with her. So a second later, I was crushing Miss McNeil, this beautiful 28-year-old widow, against the wall as I did my best to devour her mouth with my own while she whimpered and clutched her hands at my shoulders.

It wasn’t my best kissing job. I was wet and slobbery and overly enthusiastic. But this kiss felt as thrilling as the blowjob had been. And from the moan that sounded deep in her throat and the way her hands grasped my back, Miss McNeil didn’t seem to mind.

I could taste my own semen on her breath. I didn’t care. Kissing her just felt too damn good. I would have kissed her for eternity if she’d let me. But after a few minutes, Miss McNeil tapped my shoulder and then pulled her head away, “Stop it, Ben. Stop.”

I didn’t want to stop. I kissed her for another ten seconds before she pulled away.

“Stop!” She rapped her hands on my shoulders repeatedly until I finally stopped pecking my head at hers.

We were both panting hard, our eyes wild as we looked at each other. I wanted to kiss her again so badly… SO badly. I stared hungrily into her eyes, and then Miss McNeil sighed and said, “Okay, one more.”

I was suddenly on her and we were kissing like we’d never stopped. My mind was swept away on a whirlwind of passion and lust and I groaned into our liplock as happy as I’d ever been in my life.

I ruined it then. My hands, which had been wrapped around Miss McNeil’s waist, automatically started moving in different directions. My right hand pushed lower until I was palming her ass. And my left hand started creeping up her belly towards those heavenly breasts once again.

But all girls seem to have a “roaming hands” alert. Miss McNeil pulled away and grabbed my wrists. “No, Ben. No.”

I whined but quieted quickly. I was used to girls defending my hands away from their juicy bits.

“Go home, Ben. Please. Go home.” Miss McNeil’s eyes searched back and forth between mine. I got the distinct impression that if I pushed just a little bit harder, she would probably let me kiss her again. She might actually let me do even more than just kiss. But there was a plea in her eyes for me to leave.

So I left.

Hey, I guess there’s a little bit of “nice guy” in me after all.

* * *

It’s amazing how an orgasm can transform your life. For a teenaged boy, there exists a kind of calm serenity that you only feel when you’ve cum in such an incredibly powerful way with a beautiful girl. I felt like I was floating on air, drifting through life like a leaf on the wind.

“Ben? Earth to Ben?”

I blinked twice and then looked over to see my best friend Kenny Doyle with a silly grin on his face. He was halfway to the lunch line, but I’d just kept walking ahead, oblivious to where we were going.

“Where were you going?” he asked as I caught up to him.

“Nowhere, nowhere,” I stammered.

“Jeez,” Kenny drawled as we settled into line. “You seem pretty out of it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought you’d gotten laid or something.”

Fortunately, Kenny had already turned to walk a few steps forward with the lunch line and didn’t notice the red blush that filled my cheeks. It was Monday, and even though nearly two full days had passed, I was still daydreaming about Miss McNeil’s blowjob.

It had been so incredibly wonderful. My first blowjob. My first orgasm with someone other than myself. I’d seen enough porn videos to know I should have lasted longer than three seconds, but I’d take three seconds of being inside a gorgeous woman’s mouth over my right hand any day. And I knew I could do better, if Miss McNeil would let me.

“Wait… you didn’t ACTUALLY get laid or something, did you?”

Well, Kenny had turned back around and saw the blush in my cheeks. And for a moment, I was about to tell him the truth that yes, I had gotten my dick sucked and yes, she swallowed all my cum. But two things held me back.

One, the girl immediately behind Kenny had turned to eavesdrop when she heard the word “laid” come out of Kenny’s mouth. I’d spent enough time being friends with the girls to know that they HATED it when a guy blabbed about how lucky they’d gotten. And anything I said around the lunch crowd would immediately become a part of the rumor mill.

Two, I figured that if anyone found out, then eventually my mom would find out, and I’d NEVER get the chance to do anything with Miss McNeil again.

And I very much wanted that chance again.

Ten minutes later, I was staring off into space again when Megan said, “Ben? Earth to Ben?”

I blinked twice to see Megan looking at me with a puzzled expression on her face. Cassidy was staring as well, along with half the table. Our usual lunch crew consisted of eight sophomore girls and five sophomore guys. Six of them were staring at me like I’d grown a horn out of my forehead.

“See?” Kenny waved to my face from right beside me. “Eric Bradford had the same look last week when Lynne Arian put out for him. I’m telling you, Ben got laid and he’s not telling.”

I colored red but frowned. “What?”

Abigail Sanders canted her head to the side. “Ooh! Anyone we know?”

Allison Sanders was quick to add, “How was it?”

Daniel Chen squinted as he read my gaze. “I dunno…”

Megan had a cold look in her eyes. “You DID say ‘hi’ to Adrienne the other day.”

I rolled my eyes. “Adrienne Dennis? Yeah, right. And even if I DID, you think I’d start blabbing about it? Lynne dumped Eric the next day after he told half the baseball team.”

Megan said quietly, “That’s not a ‘no’.”

I sighed. “I did NOT get laid, Megan,” I said seriously, and then swept my gaze across my friends as if daring them to call me a liar. Technically, it was the truth. I HADN’T had sex. It was just a blowjob.

My cute Chinese friend searched my eyes for another moment, and then she shrugged. Staring at her plate, Megan remarked, “None of our business anyways.”

Twice that school week, I nearly walked up to Miss McNeil’s door after school. I had no plan. I just wanted to show up and see if she’d give me a blowjob again. But I was nervous and I also couldn’t figure out a plausible reason for going over there. What would I say? ‘Hi, remember me? I came in your mouth? Could we try that again?’

It wasn’t until Saturday that I got my chance.