Pete knew Rebecca wouldn’t allow him to assist her giving Samantha a tour of the property and so without any hesitation he ran upstairs, locked his bedroom door, removed his clothes, and began jerking off like a madman. As he lay on his bed stroking his cock and cupping his balls he could only think of Samantha’s face, breasts, ass and perfume. The warm September breeze blowing in from his window caressing his skin only enhanced the images floating in his head. He definitely had the sex drive of a normal eighteen year old male. Five minutes after he began jacking off to Samantha he ejaculated several long streams into a tissue paper.
He also had the endurance of a normal eighteen year old male. He walked over to his garbage can to throw the cum soaked tissue paper away and noticed the picture of his girlfriend beaming at him on the desk next to the can. He imagined her asking him if he thought jerking off to that unbelievably sexy girl wasn’t kind of cheating on her. He avoided the picture. It wasn’t everyday he got to meet a goddess. He loved his girlfriend, Katrina, and all, but he knew it wouldn’t be the last time he would cum with Samantha in mind. Little did he know that Samantha would turn his sex drive into overdrive in more ways than he could ever expect.
Pete saw little of Samantha that afternoon. She and Rebecca finished the tour of the property and spent the remainder of the day up in Rebecca’s room behind closed doors. Pete had always been envious of Rebecca’s bedroom situated up in a converted attic. It was as much a bedroom as it was a small living room. Besides bed, dresser and desk, Rebecca also had enough space to place a sofa, rug, and television stand. Her bedroom also faced the ocean side of the house. Pete’s bedroom was at the end of the second story hall facing the street. He had plenty of space and privacy, but still held a grudge towards Rebecca who refused to relinquish her mini-apartment up in the attic even after she set out to college. Their parents had turned the foyer on the first floor into their master bedroom because it too faced the ocean and had the bonus of a fire place. The dining room sat opposite the parent’s bedroom where everyone convened for that night’s supper.
When Samantha entered the dining room Pete perked up in his seat. His cock perked up in his shorts as well. It was a rare Saturday when both parents were home to have diner together. Rebecca assured Samantha beforehand that she didn’t have to tone down her “punky” style. Maggie and Arthur were fairly liberal minded and always taught that it was how a person thought that mattered first and foremost. Learning that Samantha was a long time honour roll student and had won several academic prizes didn’t hurt either. They hoped some of her smarts would rub off on Rebecca who made it to college on an athletic scholarship. The diner passed well with everyone enjoying their meal. Pete always took time to shoot glances at Samantha who sat between him and Rebecca. They found out they had a lot in common and enjoyed the same music, movies, and t.v. shows. They even discovered they had the same taste in comic books and graphic novels. Rebecca interupted their conversation asking, “How’s Katrina, Pete?” Her tone subtly suggesting more interest in breaking up his chat with Samantha than interest in how Katrina was doing.
“Oh she’s well as always,” Pete replied. “She had a blast as a camp counsellor this summer, but is happy to be back with her family, friends, and me.”
“How long have you two been a couple?” Samantha asked.
“Well, officially for two years now, but we had been hanging out pretty much ever since we moved in here five-six years ago.” Pete answered.
“Oh, Yes,” Maggie chipped in, “I remember when Rebecca first brought her here, she was such a tomboy. It’s nice to see she’s become such a pretty young thing. She and Rebecca were both stars on their high school track team don’t you know,” she informed Samantha. “That is until she and Petey started gettin’ all googly-eyed over each other.”
“Thank you mother,” Rebecca added churlishly.
“Ohhh, I see,” Samantha said with more understanding than either Maggie, Arthur or Pete could imagine.
Pete passed his Saturday night with Katrina and a small circle of their friends in town. They went bowling and followed it up with a dismal horror flick at the local movie house. Always the responsible designated driver, Katrina drove her boyfriend back home. She stopped a good distance before pulling up to the house on a deserted stretch of road so they could have their routine make out session in the car without worrying about being caught.
“When are you and I going to finally do it?” Pete asked.
“When the mood is right, Sugar, but I promise we’ll go all the way soon. I had a long talk with my mom and she said she knows you’ll respect my decision, but I think I can please my man tonight nevertheless,” she offered back trying to comfort him. Katrina’s mother and Pete’s mother were best friends and happy their children had become “lovebirds.” Whenever Katrina’s mother, Vanessa, and Maggie were together within Pete’s vicinity they’d make sure to tease him asking when he planned on proposing to Katrina or how many grandchildren he thought he and Katrina were going to give them. Both Pete and Katrina knew their mothers’ intentions went a little beyond just teasing.
“I love it when you use that sexy little voice. I don’t know, it’s so naughty coming from you. You’re always so goodie goodie, I like seeing that side of my sweet little Katrina,” Pete cooed. Pete was stroking her long straight black hair in one hand and caressing her thigh with the other. Katrina ran her fingers through his sandy blond hair in response.
It wasn’t hard to be turned on by Katrina. Many of his buddies often told him how lucky he was to be going out with one of the top five best looking girls in school, according to the official list drawn up by his fellow male classmates. Facially, Katrina always reminded Pete of Kristen Kreuk, one of the stars from the “Smallville” television series. She had long dark hair, soft green eyes, and a dark complexion. From the couple of times she let Pete go beyond first base he knew she had perky, upturned little a-cup breasts topped with lovely puffy pink nipples on a long and lean build. Katrina held reservations about her nipples being so much puffier than the other girls in the locker room, but Pete assured her he thought they were amazing.
Likewise, Katrina often received questions from her girlfriends wondering what Pete looked like naked being voted one of the top ten best looking guys in school by the girls on a similar list. Katrina often teased Pete calling him an Irish De La Hoya. Much to Katrina’s delight and chagrin, whenever Pete wanted to get his way with the opposite sex, he knew all he had to do was summon the sparkle in his big brown eyes and flash that heart melting smile of his. “So, can I suck on those amazing nipples tonight?” Pete asked her now nibbling her ear lobe. He also had a way with words that made her love to be angry with him.
Things were getting heavy. This was the first time they were making out since she returned from her summer camp job. She only saw Pete once all summer long. He had made the effort of visiting her on her eighteenth birthday in the middle of July. They met surreptitiously and made out in the woods that night and she let him finger her for the first time. It was also the first time she had reached climax other than by herself. The meeting also marked the first time she was introduced to his penis. She wasn’t an expert on penis size by any stretch, but she thought his dick was big. Ever since she pulled it out and jerked him off that fateful night she felt anxiety over the day she would finally allow him to put it in her. She remembered asking Jenny, her “very experienced” friend about it and all Jenny could do was look at her in amazement. “I can’t believe miss goodie two shoes herself ever went that far in the first place,” were her exact words. Katrina snapped out of her flashback as she felt Pete’s hands crawling up her skirt and blouse. “Hold on Petey,” she said holding his wrists and looking over at him with as much trepidation as lust. “Pull it out,” she whispered, surprising herself.
Pete didn’t need any further instruction. He immediately unzipped his fly and popped his raging hard-on out. He sat back, one hand slowly stroking his prick, the other massaging Katrina’s back. He looked at her with goofy eagerness on his face. Pete then asked, “Is this what you’re looking for miss Moretti?” She giggled and held her fist up to her mouth while biting her lower lip unable to hide the blushing, bashful state her face and body language read. She scooted over towards Pete and reach for his penis brushing her hair aside and straightening her back as though she were about to handle something that required delicate hands when he stopped her. “I think you should lose your blouse and bra miss Moretti,” he said with a devilish look. “O.k.,” she muttered blushing even more heavily. She slowly and seductively removed her blouse and bra. “Now can I touch it?” She asked in her best throaty voice. Pete cocked his head to the side and answered, “You may proceed miss Moretti.” Katrina giggled loudly and Pete chuckled in kind.