The Summer Before Senior Year

Seth

I hate August. I don't think anyone will ever understand how much I love the summer because there's nothing better than it really. I only liked August because it meant I was going to be in Malibu for a week. It was something a couple of us had been doing during every vacation for a while now and I loved it to death. We had a house – technically Mikey's parents' beach house – and all-access to all the parties. What was there not to love?

I'd just gotten home from seeing Riley and that could never be uneventful, especially after that night we'd spent together in New York together. Ever since that night, she'd look at me when she thought nobody was looking with sex eyes and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't hot. But there'd obviously been a few snags on the road like what happened tonight back at hers. It went something like this:

"Can you teach me to give you blow jobs?" she asked while we were cuddling.

My brows shot up.

"Excuse me?"

"I. Want. To give. You. Head. Teach me."

I blinked. Once. Twice.

I'd never been blatantly asked that kind of question and it had caught me off-guard but before I knew it, Riley was on top of me kissing me with those wonderful lips.

"Teach me," she whispered as she bit subtly on my lip.

"Sure thing," I answered her without thinking.

She then pulled my shorts as well as my boxers off me so I was only in a t-shirt and socks which was weird because I never wore socks when I was getting it on. I think she sensed my uneasiness because my feet wouldn't stop fidgeting and then she smiled and took my socks off.

"You don't look like a socks-on kinda guy." she joked.

"I was brainstorming on how I was gonna ask to take them off."

"So Seth," she said as she got down on her knees, "get to teaching."

I gave her the basic outline of what and what not to do continuously highlighting how she should sheath her teeth but when it came down to practical terms, it all went awry.

"Okay you're not meant to have a face like that." she said pointing to my wincing face as she pulled away.

"You're using too much teeth." I said as I tried distancing myself a bit but she had a death grip on my dick so it was futile.

"No I'm not!" she'd gotten a tighter hold on my dick and it made me wince a bit. God, this was crazy

"Baby, I love you but you're really hurting me."

I pointed to her vice-like grip and she let go at once.

She sighed out loud before muttering, "I knew I should have asked Charlotte for pointers."

I don't think I was meant to hear that but I did anyway so I asked, "Why would you ask Charlotte?"

"Because she knows what to do and she's taught some of the other girls on the volleyball team. I should've really paid more attention to her." She then faced me squarely, "Did you know she has a hundred per cent success rate? She's that good."

I then lifted her from the ground to sit beside me.

"Do you want to give me head because you feel like I'm getting the short end of the stick or because you want to?"

"I want to. Is it weird that I like it?"

I shook my head.

"Okay because I also want to be the reason you're a mess. I like knowing I can do that to you, you know?"