All Grown Up

Written by Tara Tainton

Thursday, 23 April 2009 16:49

I was jogging the five blocks over to my friend Jessie’s house after school. We’d probably talk about the usual: looking forward to graduation in just a few weeks, what we thought college would be like, dating real men. I couldn’t wait to finally be treated like an adult. Turning 18 sure didn’t work. I was still in high school and my parents bossed me around like I was a kid.

I knew college would change everything, but that was scary too. What if I didn’t know everything I was supposed to in order to be an adult? I didn’t want to be the silly freshman who got ignored by the college guys. It was a dilemma that Jessie and I talked about all the time. We were hoping the summer would somehow change us into women.

I knocked on the door expecting Jessie to swing it open, but her older brother John appeared instead. He must’ve come back to town for his sister’s graduation. He was one of those super smart guys. I’d heard he didn’t even need to go to graduate school; he already owned his own internet company.

“Hey. I think I remember you. You’re Susie, right?”

No one called me Susie anymore. I’d been Susan since I turned 16. “Susan, actually,” I corrected. It was hard to catch my breath after running all that way. I tugged on my sweat shorts that always crept up too high when I ran in them. They were my favorites though, low on the hips so they showed my belly button piercing I got the summer before.

“Ah, I see. Well, Jessie’s not here. Mom took her shopping for part of her graduation gift. They’ll probably be back in a couple of hours or so.” I hadn’t seen John in a long time. He was kinda cute in a teacher sort of way.

“Shoot. Can I just come in for a sec and use the bathroom? I really need to pee.” I almost put my hands between my legs to get the point across but stopped myself before I looked like a total kid in front of him.

I slid past John and rushed to the bathroom. I heard him go to his old bedroom across the hall and close the door. It sounded like he was talking to someone when I pulled my shorts back up. The bra that Mom made me wear was so uncomfortable, and wet too. I tore it off and bunched it up in my hand. I smoothed my blonde ponytail in the mirror, checked the mascara that helped my blue eyes stand out, and used a tissue to wipe the beads of sweat off my forehead.

I was thinking about telling John I was going to leave a note for Jessie in her room but ended up putting my ear against his door and listening instead.

“You better take advantage of that soon, Steve. You know you can’t once you take that teacher’s aid job.” I figured he must be talking on the phone to a friend. “Just because she’s a senior doesn’t mean she knows how to please a man. You know they don’t learn that in high school. Someone’s got to show them the ropes.” He laughed. “It might as well be us, right? Yeah. I’ll call you this weekend. Bye.”

I heard the phone hit the receiver and tiptoed away from the door. I started searching Jessie’s room for a piece of paper and suddenly felt younger and small. I just heard it straight from an older guy’s mouth. I’m still going to be just another girl in college unless I learn how to be a woman before then.

I scribbled a note for Jessie and then knocked on John’s door. “Yeah? Come in,” he answered.

I stepped just inside the door. “I was just wondering, since I already told my mom I’d be hangin’ out with Jessie for a while anyway, maybe you could help me with my graduation speech?” I used my sweetest smile and hoped he’d invite me into his room.

“Well, sure I could. Come on in.” He patted the spot on the bed next to where he was sitting.

“Thanks!” I gave him a hug and plopped down next to him, making the bed bounce a bit. He seemed so much older than me, dressed in real pants and even a tie. So much more mature than the guys at school.

“So, what topic did you choose?” He was so sweet and really wanted to help me. I couldn’t even pull off my lie though. Not a single idea popped into my head, and I just sat there like a bump on a log. “Susan, you don’t really need help with your speech, do you?”

“Not really.” My nose scrunched up the way it does when I’m caught lying. I can’t help it. I know I’m going to be told my punishment next.

But John didn’t even get mad at me. “That’s all right. What can I help you with?” I knew when he put his hand on my knee that he really did care. I thought I’d start practicing to be an adult by telling the truth.

“Well, I heard you talking on the phone. And honestly, I’m scared about going to college next fall. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t want the guys to think I’m just a dumb girl.” I realized I was making a pouting face, the one that always made Dad mad and he told me to wipe off.

I could tell John was really listening though. The way his eyebrows bunched up together made him look so sexy. I was beginning to see what made men different from boys. They took you seriously. “Well then, what will make you feel more confident? I’ll help you with anything you want to learn.”

I couldn’t help looking down at the bulge at John’s crotch. It was automatic. I hoped the blush on my cheeks would make him realize I really was a good girl and didn’t go around thinking about sex all the time. “Well.” I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing by saying something I’d only said out loud to Jessie before. “I heard that guys really like it when girls go down on them.”

“Yes?”

“Well, I really don’t know what to do.” John patted my knee with his hand and let it rest on my suntanned thigh. I hoped he wouldn’t notice the little blonde hairs there from not shaving in a while.

“That’s okay. You can’t be expected to learn all on your own. It’s really quite easy. And I know most women really like it.” His hand moved just a bit so that his fingertips brushed my inner thigh. Tingles spread all the way up and I had to catch my breath. “Would you like me to show you, Susan?”

He was so kind and understanding. I really wanted to impress him and show him I wasn’t shy. I looked down at his bulge again and nodded. I wanted to know what was hidden down there in that most private spot, how he was different from the boys who flashed themselves at me without even being asked.

I got down on the carpet in front of him and stood on my knees. I heard John start to breathe deeper as I slowly unzipped his khaki pants, careful not to hurt him. He had cotton boxers on, and I pulled him out of the hole in the front so I could take a good look at what made him a man. I couldn’t believe how soft it was in my hands.

“Oh, that’s perfect, Susan. You’re doing great. But don’t be afraid of hurting me. A man’s cock is built for rough play.” I smiled back at him and then concentrated again on my task, picking up his snake with both of my hands and holding it tightly as I waited for instruction. I couldn’t help squeezing it a bit to see just how soft it was.

“Now, leave one hand there at the base and put your other hand above it so you can move it up and down. Go ahead and put it in your mouth if you want. Just like a lollypop.”

It kind of looked like a lollypop too. The end was dark purple just like grape flavored candy and even a bit shiny. I took out my chewing gum and stuck it on the bedpost. Then, I slowly lowered my head and touched it gently with my lips on the very end. So warm. It moved a little bit, like it was a living thing that wanted to be petted. I pulled it inside my mouth and sucked on it like a popsicle.

It smelled a little bit like fresh sweat, but it actually tasted a bit sweet. I stuffed as much of it in my mouth as I could, remembering what I’d seen in movies, and made a fist around it with my other hand just like John said.

“Ah, that feels wonderful, Susan. It’s also nice if you squeeze a little harder than that and move your top hand up and down along with your mouth.” I followed his directions perfectly. My teachers always said I was a good listener.

I squeezed him tightly as I concentrated. I felt him grow harder in my hands. I put my mouth around him and went down just as far as I could, until I felt the end of him tickle the back of my throat. It was easier to move my head up and down along with my mouth. My ponytail whipped the back of my neck as it swung back and forth.

I couldn’t believe how hard he was now, almost like he was going to burst from the pressure. John held my head in place with his hand, showing me that I was doing everything right. When he started to moan in the back of his throat, I knew he no longer saw me as a little girl. I could do just what the older women did. Thanks to John.

I pressed my lips around him tighter and ran my tongue around him inside my mouth to make it easier to slide up and down. My cherry lip gloss tasted saltier the harder and faster I sucked. I felt so mature, being able to do that to a man. I squeezed with one hand, tugged with the other, and sucked until my mouth muscles started to hurt.

I kept moving my head up and down, getting all slobbery. I couldn’t tell if I tasted his juices or my spit. I squeezed harder until I thought I must be hurting him and sucked with all my might.

All of a sudden, John shouted, “stop!” I pulled my head away, still holding him in my hands, and wondered what in the world I did wrong. Just then, John’s cock squirted up into the air and onto my t-shirt. I couldn’t help giggling when I looked down to see the sticky white stuff dripping down the front of my chest. Curiosity got the best of me, and I dipped the tip of my finger in the gooey liquid and touched it to my tongue.

I couldn’t help making a face at the bitter taste, but I liked it. “Did I do well?”

John shook his head. “Susan, you’re going to be very popular in college.”

I was so proud of myself that I ran home again in record time and forgot all about meeting up with Jessie later. When she called that night, I couldn’t stop giggling, and it was so hard to keep from telling her all about my new skills.

I didn’t see John much after that, and Jessie and I were running around like crazy to get ready for graduation. The ceremony was everything we hoped for, and it felt like our lives were finally changing.

I was getting ready for the graduation party that night when Mom called me downstairs. “Mom, I’ve gotta finish getting ready before Jessie gets here!” We both agreed that high school boys, graduated or not, were a thing of the past for us then, and we were going to the last party of the year together to celebrate our new freedom.

I felt so grown up in the long black dress Mom had bought especially for the party. It fit snuggly against my body and hooked behind my neck, leaving my shoulders bare. I had to beg Mom to let me wear it without a bra. I wasn’t interested in looking “ladylike” anymore.

I ran down the stairs to growl at Mom and found John standing inside the front door instead. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, this is my sister’s special night, and I do what she asks.” His smile seemed different then, like he was holding onto a secret. I felt his eyes slide down my body, head to toe. “And right now, she’s taking her sweet time getting ready and wants me to give you a ride over to our house.”

I hurried to finish pinning up my long hair and pulled out a couple short strands around my face for a sexy look. The red lipstick looked so dark on my small mouth, but Mom didn’t have any other shade.

I suddenly wished I could go to the dance with John, show up with a grown man for all of the other girls to talk about all summer long. I felt really beautiful as I walked to the car with him even though I was wobbly in the highest heels I’d ever worn.

It wasn’t until we reached the local park that I realized John wasn’t taking me directly to his house. He turned off the engine when we were parked in the most secluded lot, surrounded by a grove of trees. “Since this is such a special night, I thought I’d offer you another lesson. I told Jessie that I was running to the store before picking you up. She doesn’t expect us back soon.”

John looked so handsome just then with only the moon lighting up his face and showing the smile creases around his eyes. I did have a special spot for him in my heart, so grateful for how he made me feel so much more confident these days. My heart started beating faster under my silk dress, and I wondered if John somehow knew that I’d been fantasizing about him every night since that afternoon in his room.

Right then, I unbuckled my seatbelt and jumped onto his lap, squeezing between him and the steering wheel. I kissed him as hard as I could, with tongue too, showing him I knew how to kiss like a woman. With my face right next to his, I couldn’t tell if my confidence was really there or not. I still didn’t know how to act with a man in every situation.

“I don’t know what to do,” I whispered, trying not to smother him with my minty fresh breath.

“I’ll show you.” When he told me to move back over onto my seat, I thought he might’ve changed his mind. He told me to recline the seat as much as I could. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

When the seat back was as low as it would go, John reached around to unzip my dress. The top fell down around my waist, and the cool air made my nipples stand straight up. My tits looked like two little scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with cherries. I tried not to be shy, but I felt John’s eyes on my chest, and I quickly grew hot as my bare skin burned. He reached over and cupped my A-cup tit and squeezed the pointy nipple. Not too hard, but just enough to make me feel tingly all over. His hands were big and warm, and I felt perfectly safe.

“Now, lean back,” he said. “And I’ll show you how you made me feel before.” I had no idea what he meant, but I trusted him and really, really wanted to feel him down there. The tension was driving me crazy, and I was eager for my fantasy to be replaced with the real thing.

John pulled my dress down lower and over my thighs. I was so glad I’d convinced Mom to buy me the lacy black g-string I picked out to wear with my dress. I had to promise her no one would actually get to see it.

“You’re so beautiful, Susan. So grown up.” John leaned over and laid his head right there, on the mound between my legs, and then turned so that his nose poked me right through my panties. The pressure was right on my love button, right where I’d learned to rub with my own fingers when I couldn’t get to sleep at night. It felt so good. His whiskers tickled my belly. I couldn’t help pushing myself against him until his lips were pressed against me too. The feeling drove me crazy.

That’s when he lifted up his head and slid my prettiest panties down to my knees. I still had no idea what he was about to do until he bent down again to kiss me. Right there on my bushy blonde pussy. I’d only heard about that from the other girls talking in the locker room at school. I knew it was something only older guys did, and I couldn’t even picture it well enough in my own dreams. And now Jessie’s brother’s tongue was between my other lips.

“Ah!” It just slipped out of my mouth. My body reacted all by itself. His tongue was hard and pointed, just like one of my fingers, but very, very warm. I felt it slide up and down, from my love button down to my hole, and back again. I couldn’t help lifting myself up to him. I clenched my butt muscles really tight, and that made the blood rush right between my legs. Right to the tip of John’s tongue.

I rocked back and forth, bumping into his nose each time, and he didn’t even care. He just licked me all over down there and sucked my pink lips dry. When he stopped and lifted up his head, I wanted to kill him. “How am I doing, Susan?”

“Don’t stop!” I kept my eyes closed, trying to keep the feeling between my legs and not let go of what was building up there. I didn’t want to let it go. I didn’t want the moment to ever end.

“Please! Eat me, John!” I couldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth, but I was too frustrated to be embarrassed.

John buried his face in my muff and started making circles with his tongue, big ones and smaller ones. He grabbed my tit with one hand and squeezed hard. All that contact on my skin was too much to bear, and I heard myself scream out. John slid his tongue faster along my tight slit, as hard as a finger, and then down into my hole.

“Oh, God!” My body shook all over, and then my butt fell back onto the seat, shaking the car a bit. I felt like I was in another world. The windows were all steamed up and foggy; it looked like I was floating with the clouds. Everything touching my skin felt softer, and the little hairs all over my body were standing on end. I knew that must be what it felt like to be a woman.

“You taste just like candy.” John’s wet lips were shiny in the moonlight. “Now, don’t ever do anything with a man until he makes you feel like that first. That’s what makes you a woman.”

I did feel like one too, but I wondered why John didn’t want more. I mean, if he really did see me as grown up, why wasn’t he getting excited? “John, do you think I’m sexy?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then, why don’t you want me?” John smiled and moved his hands down to his pants. He unzipped his fly and his cock practically jumped out, as stiff as a flagpole. “Oh!” It looked so big, even bigger than it did when it was in my mouth before. The light caught a droplet of his juice seeping out. I smiled, proud of what I did to him.

“Is this what you want, Susan?” I nodded, a little shy, not sure what I was agreeing to but wanting it all. If John’s tongue could make me feel so incredible, I couldn’t even imagine what that giant cock, designed just for my pussy, would do. “If you’re ready, you can have it.”

“Please!” I insisted. John dipped his fingers in my pussy and pulled them out dripping wet. He spread my juices all over his shining cock, stroking himself with one hand while he used his other one between my legs.

I felt the good-feeling waves coming back and started to move along with his hand. I wanted more. Not his mouth and not his fingers. I wanted to feel completely filled up by him, deep on the inside.

I closed my eyes and moaned while John’s hand pushed harder against my bush. He crawled on top of me, pushing me hard into the vinyl seat. It felt like being covered in a heavy blanket.

I felt something very hard against me, poking right at my hole. It hurt a little bit, but it pushed gently until it was all slippery and didn’t hurt anymore. It was so big, stretching me more than the vibrator I hid underneath my bed ever did. “You’re so tight, Susan. I think I might blow my wad too soon.” John groaned, and then I felt his whole body against mine, all of him inside me.

It felt like my body wasn’t mine anymore. I was all feeling, just a million tiny nerve endings concentrated on that one spot. John moved faster and his cock slid in and out of me, rubbing my insides so hard. I put my arms around him and held on tight, trying to feel as much of him as I could.

He moved faster and faster. We rocked the whole car together. The air inside was so sticky hot that it was hard to breathe. Every time his body slammed into mine, my tits made a smacking sound against his chest and my love button seemed to grow bigger, stiffer, just like his cock inside me.

“Fuck!” I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was so tensed up, all over my body, just begging for the pressure to be released. John pounded against me one last time and the warmest feeling washed over me, just like his juices filling me up inside. I shook underneath him, barely able to move when he fell on top of me and buried my face in his hair.

I felt his cock moving inside me, growing smaller. It tickled my insides, sliding around in the sticky goo. I was soaked in John’s sweat. My perfect hair had come undone all around me. But I didn’t care. All the tension was gone. I was a woman.

We made it back to Jessie’s without her guessing anything had happened. She didn’t even ask why my dress was all wrinkled. I didn’t look at any of the boys at the dance that night; I just ignored them. I was saving myself for the college men.