Chapter Eleven

Megan takes the underwear out of his hand. “You won’t be needing these for a while.” She pats the bed. “Lie down right here.” Alan lies on his back on her bed; she lies next to him, putting her head on his shoulder. Her titties are on his chest. Alan had thought they were done. He has no idea what Megan is up to. He does think, lying naked on the bed with her is nice. It had never occurred to him that she might be interested in more.

Lying on his shoulder, Megan can still taste his semen in her mouth. After about fifteen minutes, she lowers her hand to touch Alan’s cock. It has not softened much from when she sucked him off. As she moves her hand over his cock and balls, she can feel it coming back to life. It is not long before it is hard again and ready for action. Alan is a little surprised how fast his cock regained its rigidity.

With her hand on his cock, Megan tells Alan, “I want you to lie on top of me.” She rolls over…onto her back. He rolls over toward her; she spreads her legs. Alan has a rough idea about how intercourse is done. When he gets between her legs, he is on his knees looking at her. He cannot actually see her pussy because of all the hair on it. Seeing the hair is enough to make his cock harder.

“Alan, I want you to kiss me.” Megan holds out her hands to him. He takes her hand; she pulls him on top of her. He kisses her. He knows his cock is near her pussy. He can feel her pussy hair on the head of it. His cock is back to as hard as it was before she sucked him off.

“Alan, I want you to fuck me.” Megan reaches down to help guide his cock into her. She remembers the difficult time Stanley had getting his cock lined up in her. It is a lot easier doing it here on her bed than it was in the front seat of Stanley’s car. She gets the head of Alan’s cock touching her pussy lips. Alan is not totally sure what to do. He is pushing a little. Her hand on his cock and her pussy lips touching the head of it, feels wonderful.

The head of his cock slips in. Megan whimpers. Alan gasps, “Oh, my god.” He begins the slow back and forth motion. Megan has her arms around his back. He slowly moves deeper into her.

When she has most of his cock going back and forth in her pussy, she tells him, “Fuck me! Alan…fuck me!” She is whimpering with each deep stroke. Megan begins rubbing her clit as his cock moves in her.

Alan screws Megan as long as he can, but it is just too exciting. Before long, he enters into orgasm again, shooting cum into her wet pussy. When his climax subsides, he lies on top of her for a short time to rest.

Megan almost got her pussy off. Alan’s cock in her and rubbing her clit almost did the job. She thinks about masturbating after he leaves. Then decides it would be fun to masturbate in front of him. He could even help.

“Alan, I want you to help me get off.”

Alan did not even know girls could get off. He had probably heard about it in the sex education classes, but he was always more interested in the part where the guy got off. “What do I do?”

“I’m going to rub my pussy; you can touch my titties.”

“Ok!” It sounds good to him. Alan moves, so he is lying alongside of Megan. He begins touching her titties as directed.

Megan puts two fingers on her clit. She usually uses lotion when she masturbates. She does not need lotion this time; her pussy is extremely wet from her wetness and his cum. She closes her eyes and rubs her pussy in front of him. Alan loves it. He is feeling her titties and nipples. He hears her whimpering and watches her squirm on the bed. His cock even gets partially hard again. Not hard enough to fuck but not bad either.

The thought of using Alan’s cum, for lotion to masturbate, is very arousing to Megan. After a few minutes, she puts her head back. Her whimpers turn to moan of pleasure. Alan watches attentively, as Megan’s pussy goes into climax in front of him. When her orgasm subsides, she holds Alan tight against her. Megan is pleased with their love making.

The rest of the summer, Megan and Alan go out. Alan figures that going to a drive in movie is, by far, the best place for a date. They are alone, and it is dark enough to screw. They fuck each time they can…except when Megan is on her period. Megan enjoys it, even though it is predictable and pretty much the same every week. Megan and Alan’s brief romance ends when college starts. He is going to the four-year state college; she is off to the community college. She dates Alan a few more time when it works out, and when she is in the mood to get laid.

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The summer between high school and college was a memorable time for Megan. She grew up a lot, got her first full time job, lost her virginity to one of the most popular guys she knew from high school, and had her first boyfriend and romance. She had progressed from curious about sex to being quite good at it. When she entered her first semester of college, she was attractive, smart, and sure of herself. She had become a confident almost nineteen year old.

Megan had high enough grades, in high school, to attend the four-year college in the nearby city, but she did not want to be that far from her mom, when her dad was off flying somewhere. She chooses, instead, the local community college. This would allow her to live at home and be nearby in case her mom needed her, when her dad was out of town.

Megan continued working at the ice cream shop after she entered college. Her hours were cut back to part time. It still gave her enough income to get by. Megan would be making sundaes for cute guys until she entered the university in her junior year.

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Back in Mexico with Julie, Megan is a little sad thinking about Alan. He was a really nice guy. Under different circumstances, he might have been the one. Megan grew up a lot that summer after high school. Alan was a big part of her confidence and maturity going into college.

Julie puts a page marker in her book. She suggests to Megan they move from the chaise lounges to the covered bed by the hot tub. Megan sees the look in Julie’s eye.

Megan asks her, “Have you been reading one of those Pink Flamingo’s sexy novels?”

Julie cannot help smiling. “Maybe a little.”