Young and In Love

Reggie found out that Betty was even more innocent than he had thought, but it just made her more endearing to him. He was getting frustrated, but he didn't let on. He didn't

want to risk upsetting her or losing her if he pressured her into having sex. But she was becoming more courageous, and he knew she liked their make-out sessions. She

began to play with his penis when they kissed alone. One night when they were alone in his bedroom, his parents gone, she reached into his pants. He groaned from the

touch of her hand on his swollen dick, and she rubbed it up and down. Kissing him, she unzipped his pants and pulled it out. They both looked down at it, it was hard and

pulsating, lying flat against his stomach. A little precum dribbled down the sides, and she looked surprised. "You already did it?" she asked him shyly. "Oh, no," he said.

"That just happens before, you know. Most guys have it," he added, making sure she knew he was normal. She reached back down for it, picking up a drop of his precum off

and rubbing it between her fingertips, to his surprise. Then she spread the rest of it around the head and moved the skin up and down sensually. She began kissing him

again, still with a grip on his exposed cock. She licked his ears and kissed his neck. She released it for a moment to slide her hands up his shirt while he did the same to

her. He pulled his shirt off and she pressed herself against his naked chest, kissing his Adam's apple. His hands journeyed around her hips, reaching behind to hold her

ass. She kept rubbing and rubbing, jacking his cock while she kissed his chest, her mouth finding his sensitive nipples and her tongue flicking against them. Pretty soon he

groaned loudly and she kissed his mouth, then pulled away, excited. She rubbed faster and faster, and with a stronger grip and he gasped. His eyes rolled back while she

watched, and in a choked voice he whispered he was going to cum. Fascinated, she watched as he arched his back and his body stiffened. He groaned again. His eyes

closed, she kept jacking his throbbing cock, and grayish-white cream came spurting out of the tip, onto his bare chest. She hadn't known it would come out in spurts like that,

but instead had envisioned a steady stream. Reggie began to breathe deeper and her hand slowed. A final gob of cum oozed out onto her hand. She reached up and

touched one of the drops on his chest, then an idea occurred to her and she massaged all of it into his skin. He leaned in and kissed her, grateful, and a little surprised at

her boldness. She'd surprised him, she wasn't predictable, he was finding out. "What does it feel like?" she asked. Her lower body felt like it was melting; the sight of Reggie

having an orgasm made her more turned on than she could ever remember being. "You've never cum before?" he asked. "No," she shook her head. "At least, I don't think

so..." He laughed. "Believe me, you'd remember it if you had," he told her. "It's unbelievable. It's like, the whole world explodes and you just feel incredible." "Have other girls

made you cum before?" she asked boldly. "Well..." he began uncomfortably. "It doesn’t’ matter..." "Well, I want to know," she said. "What about Midge, Veronica or Cheryl?"

she asked, knowing that her friends had the hots for him. "Betty! I told you, they don't matter!" he said, a bit exasperatingly. "I know..." she said. "But I'm just curious. I mean, I

want to know everything about you," she explained. "Oh, I see." "I mean, have you cum a lot?" He laughed at her naiveté. "Gallons," he said. She looked a bit hurt, and he

quickly tried to explain without embarrassing himself too much. "Well, I haven't done it that much with girls. I do it for myself," he explained, not looking her in the eye. She

looked relieved, but at the same time a look he'd never seen before came across her face. "You mean, you masturbate?" she asked. "All guys masturbate, and a lot of girls

too." he stated matter-of-factly. "If one ever tells you he doesn't do it, then he's lying to you, babe." "Wow! How do you do it?" she asked, her eyes wide. "Ohhhhhhh!" he

whined. "I so do not want to talk about this. Can we please talk about something else?" "But I want to talk about it," she said, rolling onto her stomach and gazing at him.

"Why?" he asked stubbornly. "Because it turns me on," she told him with a straight face. "Really?" he asked. "Well, in that case..." he joked. "No, really. I want to know. Where

does it feel good?" she asked, gripping his limp penis in her hand. "Well, since you insist" said Reggie. "Let me show you..." He placed his hand over hers, moving her index

finger to just below the head. He placed her thumb over the head, and slowly began moving her two fingers up and down. His dick slowly lengthened, and he began

breathing heavily again. "Do you want me to play with your balls?" she asked. "Sure, you can play with my balls!" gasped Reggie. She reached down and gingerly touched the

soft sack hanging between his legs. She took a hold of it, and rubbed the hard balls she felt in it. "Be very gentle," he warned. "You have the future Mantles in your hands.

They're very sensitive you know." "I like them," she said seriously. Reggie laughed. "Yeah, babe, I like them too. That's why I asked you to be gentle!" She laughed too. She

rubbed the dent between them. Her other hand kept massaging his dick the way he showed her. He groaned a little bit more. Reggie watched her, while she rubbed his dick

up and down. He looked down, then back at her. "Do you…do you think I have a nice dick?" he asked, shyly. She looked up in surprise. "Yeah! It's cool." He laughed. "I mean,

do you think it's kinda... big… maybe?" Now she laughed, then nodded seriously. "It is. It's very big. It's very thick, too. And long. Have you ever measured it?" she asked, still

rubbing. "No," he blushed. "Liar!" she exclaimed. "You have too! I know it. I know you have. How big was it?" He shrugged modestly, breathing hard. "You started this! You tell

me or I'll get a ruler and measure it myself!" He grinned. "Okay, okay, it was like, almost eight inches long..." "Wow," she said, her eyes growing wide again. He grinned at her

again, sitting up and kissing her deeply. Then he reached over and got some baby oil off his night stand and handed it to her. "Use this," he blushed again. "Otherwise it

starts to hurt." She smiled, and applied the oil to his hardened prick. Slicked up, she rubbed him faster and faster. "Oh God..." he moaned. "Oh, oh babe, that feels good.

Yeah, keep going right there--ohhhhh!" Betty loved this, how beautiful his face looked, and she loved giving Reggie pleasure. He seemed to be in another world. He looks

sooo hot! "Yeah, babe, hold my nuts when I cum," he groaned. She held the hot sack in her other hand, feeling it pulsating in her grip. Reggie thrust his hips up at her and

cried out, “I- I’m cumming, oh yeah!” His balls jerked and he shot more sperm onto himself. He opened his eyes finally. She rubbed the cum into his chest again and he

grunted. He pulled her on top of him and they kissed. He wanted to say, “I love you, babe,” but he was scared. What if she asked: ‘How many other people have you said that

to?’ Or what if she thought I was only saying it to her so she'd sleep with me? So he just held her to him. He whispered in her ear instead, "Your turn.” She shook her head

shyly. “No Reg, it okay.” "No, really!" he said earnestly. "It's not fair... let me kiss you down there," he suggested softly. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed. "No. You don't have to.Plus

your parents will be home soon." "But I want to," he insisted. "No. I mean, I don't know about that." "Please?" he begged. "No, Reggie! Okay?" she said, a little testily. "Okay!"

he said, a bit hurt. "I just wanted to make you feel good too, that's all." "I know..." she said gratefully. "And I love you for it... But I just, I don't know. Maybe you wouldn't like it.

And I don't feel ready." "Okay," he said, his mind spinning that she'd said she loved him. She didn't exactly say she loves me loves me, he thought, but still. "But I'll never

know whether or not I like it unless I try it first of all. But if you don't feel ready, then that's okay with me sweetheart." "Oh, Reggie..." she said, kissing him again. "You're so

sweet." Headlights shined through the curtains; his parents were home. He zipped up his jeans and put his shirt back on, as she arranged her own clothing. They ran out

and sat on the couch, flipping on the television while the garage door opened. They giggled at what was on: C-Span. He quickly changed it to VH1. His parents greeted them,

and his dad offered to drive her home. Reggie came with them, and tickled her in the back seat of his dad's Mercedes on the way. Reggie escorted her to her door and he

even kissed her in front of his dad, they didn't care who saw them anymore. "Call you tomorrow?" he said. She nodded, kissing him again. He forced himself to leave her,

desperately wishing he could take her to her bed and stay with her. He waited for her to go inside and then regretfully climbed into the front seat. "Now I don't feel like a limo

driver," joked his dad, as he pulled out of her driveway. Reggie laughed. "So, did you guys have fun?" his dad asked. "Yeah." "What did you do?" he asked. Betty jerked me off

twice and I felt her up, thought Reggie sarcastically. "Oh, nothing..." he said. "Your mom and I really like Betty," said his father. "I hope you guys go out for a long time." "Yeah,

so do I," said Reggie. "You like her a lot, don't you son?" his dad asked. "Yeah, I do," said Reggie seriously. "Do you love her, you think?" he asked. He paused. "I think I do,"

he said slowly. "I haven't told her that yet though." "That's good. I mean, if you only think you do. Wait until you're sure." "Yeah..." "Remember Reggie," said his dad seriously,

looking at him for a second before returning his eyes to the street. "Women are a gift. You aren't owed one simply because you're a man, you have to earn her, you know? But

not like she's your possession, not like that of course. I mean if you don't give her your all, she's gonna be gone. You have to be there for her, and work your ass off for her,

and treat her like a queen. Make sure she's happy. Don't think of her just as a sex object, something to jerk off into." "Oh, I know. I don't think of Betty that way," said Reggie, a

little taken aback by his dad's frankness. "When you meet the right girl," he said. "She'll be the best thing in your life. Remember that. But if you blow it, you're gonna be one

lucky bastard if she gives you another chance. If she comes back to you after you've hurt her, you’d be the luckiest man in the universe. Remember that, Reggie." They

both sat in silence, thinking about his words for the rest of the ride. Reggie thought about how much he loved Betty, and how much he wanted her. Every day he loved her

more.

If Betty ever left him he wouldn't know what he’d do.