“Yes, Mom, that'll be fine, thanks,” Heather said, looking at Tristan with a smile. “You okay with pizza?”
Tristan nodded. “Love pizza.”
“Perfect. I’ll leave some money on the kitchen counter. Be good, you two."
Heather turned back to the puzzle and smiled. “That means we will be all alone for a couple of hours.”
Tristan looked at her and cocked his head. “Yes, we will."
Hearing the door shut upstairs, Heather looked at him. “Do you want to stay down here and watch TV, or do something else?”
“What do you have in mind?”
Heather moved quickly to straddle Tristan’s lap. Pressing her lips on his, her tongue invaded his mouth, sending shivers up and down Tristan’s spine. Reaching around, Tristan grabbed Heather’s hips, pushing them against him.
"I want you, Tristan,” Heather whispered into his ear. “I don’t care if I am coming across too bold, but I want you.”
Feeling the beginning of an erection, Tristan looked into her eyes. He knew what she meant, and the thought of it excited him immensely. “Oh baby, I thought this day would never come.”
“Let’s go up to my bedroom,” Heather said, quickly jumping off Tristan’s lap.
They ran up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time, and into Heather’s bedroom.
They stopped and looked at each other, suddenly aware of the act they were about to do.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Have you ever?”
Heather shook her head. “No, have you?”
“No,” Tristan said, taking her face in his hands and gently kissing her, letting his tongue glide over the softness of her lips, before standing back. “Umm, I don’t have any protection.”
Heather walked over to her night table, pulling out a small book. Opening it, she took out a condom, holding it up and smiling at him.
“Why do you have that?” Tristan asked, breaking out in a grin.
“Long story,” Heather laughed and shook her head. “and it doesn’t really matter right now.”
Placing the condom on the night table, Heather turned and lay down on the bed, holding out her arms. Tristan quickly lay down beside her; they lay there kissing each other, letting their hands roam over their fully clothed bodies, almost afraid to take their clothes off.
After a while, Heather got up off the bed and slowly began taking off her clothes. Tristan licked his lips at the sight of her perfectly formed breasts, her nipples were erect and hard, and he couldn't wait to suck on them. She then unzipped her jeans, pulling them down with her underwear.
“You are beautiful,” Tristan said, gazing over her body. It was perfect. He wanted to kiss and lick it all over, and he was going to do just that. He had read books and watched videos on the internet, so he knew what he needed to do, and the thought excited him to no end.
Heather lay down beside him, looking into his eyes as she ran her hands over her breasts, down her flat stomach and in between her thighs. “Do you masturbate?” she asked, letting her fingers slowly rub the soft blond hair of her pubic area.
Tristan swallowed and nodded, afraid to speak as he watched her hands.
“Take your clothes off, Tristan,” Heather whispered. “I want to see you masturbate.”
Almost falling off the bed in his haste, Tristan quickly stood up, taking off his top and pulling off his jeans. His erection jumped out of his underwear, standing at full attention as he reached down and slowly began stroking himself. He was harder than he had ever been.
Heather positioned herself slightly so Tristan could get a good view between her legs as her fingers slipped inside and moved back and forth slowly.
Feeling like he was going to explode, Tristan stopped and lay down beside Heather, taking one of her ripe buds in his mouth, he began sucking and licking.
“Oh, Tristan, I love that. Oh yes,” Heather moaned as she reached her other hand down and tangled her fingers in his hair.
Feeling her hot skin pressed against his, Tristan let his other hand gently caress her as he slowly moved his hand down to her hips until he finally felt the warmth and wetness of her womanhood.
“Oh baby, you feel so wet,” he moaned in her ear before his lips searched for hers. They lay together, their lips and tongues entwined, their hands searching, exploring, teasing until finally Tristan reached over and took the condom off the table.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he slid it over his penis before positioning himself over Heather, who looked up at him with a look of fear and excitement.
Her breath coming in short gasps, she spread her legs, allowing him entry to her most intimate area.
“If it hurts, let me know,” Tristan said as he slowly thrust his hips forward, feeling himself disappearing into her soft, wet flesh.
“Oh, Tristan, that feels so fucking good," Heather said, looking up at him, moving her hips upward slightly to meet him. “I want all of you inside of me.”
Giving one last thrust, Tristan, feeling a bit of resistance at first, quickly slide completely inside, then lay still on top of Heather, afraid to move.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Heather looked up at him and smiled seductively. “Shut up and fuck me, Tristan.”
Starting to thrust again, faster and faster, Tristan could feel himself building up, ready to explode.
Heather wrapped her arms around his neck as her body began to tremble. “Oh my God, Tristan!” she cried out, gasping for air.
Tristan felt himself tense as his body released, before collapsing breathless on top of Heather.
They lay together in silence for a few seconds before Tristan raised himself up on his elbows. “So, how was it?”
Heather looked up at him and smiled softly, raising her eyebrow. “Better than I ever thought. How about you?”
“Amazing. I love you,” Tristan blurted out.
Heather looked up at him, shocked at first, then gave a small giggle. "I love you too, Tristan.”
As they shared another kiss, Tristan knew that his heart belonged to Heather, and he wanted to share many more moments like this one with her.
Chapter 3
On Saturday morning, Lisa Hamm sat on the couch, staring out the window at the yard. She was going over to her friend Heather's house to help her clean out her closet, and she was dreading it.
"You okay, Lisa?” her roommate Fay asked when she entered the room. “You’ve been sitting there staring out the window for a while now.”
Lisa turned and looked at her friend. Fay, next to Heather, was her best friend, and she could confide anything to her, including anything sexual. Some people might find their relationship strange, but Lisa loved the fact that she and her friends could talk about anything.
“Oh, Fay, I have to go to Heather's, and I'm not feeling it."
“Why? I thought you liked going over there.”
“I do, but Tristan is going to be there.”
“Okay, why does that matter?”
“Fay, I want him badly. I’m so jealous of Heather. Tristan is everything I would ever want in a boyfriend and more, but he’s off-limits.”
Fay looked at her friend and frowned. “Well, you don’t want to do anything to jeopardize your relationship with Heather, do you?”