The Virgin Voyeur: Act 02

Spoiler Alert: The following is a work of pornographic fiction. It is shallow on story and steep on sex. It contains a lot of graphic, dirty sex between consenting individuals over the age of 18. It does not contain deep characterization, long narratives, or a complicated plot. It is recommended that the reader decide what they are in the mood for before proceeding.

The story so far: It’s the summer of 1997 and soon to be college student Cole Bison is stuck spending the weekend with Reagan Dykstra, a fellow student, and neighbor. He caught her having sex in the guest room of his house. After it slips that he intentionally watched the action, they agree to keep quiet about what had happened. Now the two must discover how the incident will change their relationship.

Act II: Exploration

Reagan and I kept to ourselves for a few hours. I had an uncomfortably hard erection the entire time. I couldn’t get the image of her naked body bouncing on her boyfriend’s cock out of my mind. I wanted to see it again, but I knew she wouldn’t risk getting caught a second time. Maybe I could settle for less. If I couldn’t see her naked, maybe just spending time with her was enough. Maybe just being in the same room would satisfy my aching desire.

I made my way to the living room and asked, “Are you hungry?”

She took her eyes off the TV, “Yeah a little bit.”

“I can order us something,” I stepped a few feet closer, enough to check out her tanned and toned legs. “My parents left me money for dinners. I can order us Chinese delivery.”

“I love Chinese,” she said, sounding excited. “Yes, yes let’s do that.”

Ironically enough we both liked the same restaurant. I called in the order and the food arrived a little while later. I paid the guy and carried the full containers inside. As I placed our meals on the kitchen table, Reagan grabbed plates, bowls, and silverware from the cupboard. With a smile, she set the table as I dished out our dinner.

Things seemed different between us. The fact that she was sitting down and eating with me rather than moving back to the couch was a change. She was grinning more and her body language was far more relaxed. Had our mutually agreed upon secret given us something in common? Were we closer because of it? Was it possible she was as sexually charged by what happened as I was?

We ate without saying much, just occasionally making eye contact. I remember wanting to talk about what I’d seen. Ask her what it was like to have a hard cock inside of her. Does she give blowjobs? Does she have a favorite position? I tried to think of some bland subject to talk about fearing that she might become suspicious of my thoughts, but nothing came to mind. I’d never experienced sexual tension before and wondered if this was it.

Eventually, Reagan broke the silence, “Can I ask you something?”

I swallowed my mouthful of fried rice, “Yeah sure.”

“Were you surprised? You know surprised to find me having sex?”

“Uhmm not really,” I stuttered. “I mean Spencer’s been bragging about it for months. Telling guys that you two have been doing it and how you can’t get enough. I thought he might’ve been lying.”

Her expression looked like a blend of embarrassment and disappointment, “Well I guess he wasn’t.”

“Guess not,” I said trying shift the subject away from Spencer but not away from sex. “I was surprised that you guys weren’t using rubbers.”

“Yeah well I’m on the pill for regular periods and we were both virgins,” Reagan commented before taking a bite of Sichuan Pork. “Our birthdays are the same day so we gave each other our virginity for our 18th birthday. Figured you don’t get any safer than that.”

My erection felt like it was going to rip out of my shorts, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you like it? You know sex. You looked like you liked it.”

Reagan paused looking blankly at her fork, lost in the moment before answering, “Yeah I like it. At first, I was just curious about what it felt like. I figured it must feel good but I had no idea it was going to feel as good as it does. I like it a lot.”

Her answer had me speechless. That was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. Just a few hours earlier we were nothing but neighbor acquaintances and now she was confessing her love for the most intimate of acts.

Looking up she asked, “I have another question?”

“Ah-ok.”

“How did I look?” she grinned before biting her lower lip. “You know, how’d I look having sex?”

I had to dry swallow the lump in my throat before answering, “You looked amazing. Super, super hot.”

“Really?” she smirked.

“Really! You were the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Now her look was more embarrassment crossed with excitement, “Spencer never says anything like that. He never compliments me, he just grunts a lot.”

“Well he should because it was incredible, I mean I’m still hard from it.”

I could tell she was caught off guard by that comment. I thought maybe I’d made a taksim escort mistake talking about my boner. Looking back I think she hadn’t realized how her sexual activity had affected me. Trying to get out of the uncomfortable silence I said, “I… I… I’m full,” and carried my plate to the sink.

“Yes, I am too. I’ll help you.”

We spent the next few minutes silently cleaning up from dinner. I was standing at the sink washing and rinsing the dishes. Reagan grabbed a towel, slipped in next to me, and started drying. She was on the third dish when she asked playfully, “So I’m curious, have you watched other girls having sex?”

Her lighter tone put me at ease, “No not like that.”

“What do you mean not like that?”

“Like live-action,” I said, passing her a dripping dish. “I’ve seen pornos but not real people going at it.”

“What, you’ve watched porn movies?”

“Yeah.”

“How? Where?”

“My dad has a whole stash of DVD’s.”

“Really,” Reagan exclaimed. “I’ve never seen an X rated movie before. I can’t imagine that I look better than the professionals.”

I handed her the last dish, “You looked way better than any pornstar.”

“You’re full of compliments tonight.”

“Well, it’s true.”

“Can we watch them?”

“What?”

“Yeah let’s watch your Dad’s porn movies.”

“Um ok,” I said with what must’ve been the goofiest grin on my face.

I went to my father’s den and pulled out the bottom right drawer of his desk. In the back, there were five DVDs. Not knowing how many Reagan might want to watch I took them all. When I got back to the living room I found her sitting on the couch waiting for my return. I took a random disk out and put it in the player. I went to sit in the armchair when Reagan called me over, “Don’t leave me over here all by myself.”

I sat on the couch and she cuddled up to me as the movie began. We watched as a very cheesy private investigator was discussing the details of his newest case with his big-haired secretary. The secretary catches him looking down her shirt and that is all it takes for the action to begin. Reagan giggled at the thin plot, “This is pretty bad.”

“Yeah I know, but I don’t think people watch these for the cinematic quality.”

We returned our attention to the movie as the on-screen action was getting hotter. The two actors were naked from the waist up, kissing and fondling each other at a feverish rate. My stomach was filled with butterflies and my cock was aching hard. I looked over to see Reagan’s mouth gaped open as she was mesmerized by the images on the television. I noticed that her skirt had hiked up her sexy thighs and I could see the littlest hint of pink panties.

My eyes drifted up to her face to find her staring at me. She tilted her head to the side, leaned in, and gave me a brief little kiss. It was like a tester kiss to see what would happen. My body froze while my brain tried to process what was going on. She kissed me again. This time I responded by kissing her back. It wasn’t a hard tonsil hockey kiss more like soft experimentation. After a few moments she broke our contact, “You’re a good kisser. I didn’t think you could kiss like that.”

Responding honestly had gotten me this far so I kept it up. “I made out with a girl I met on vacation last summer.”

“Well, she was a good teacher.”

A moaning sound called our attention back to the TV. At this point, the secretary was completely naked, sitting on her desk with the private eye’s head buried in her crotch. Reagan pressed herself into me as I began to stroke her back and shoulders. “Wow she’s a dirty girl,” she said when the actors started kissing deeply. “She’s making out with that guy right after he went down on her. Spencer has a strict rule no mouth to mouth contact after mouth to sex parts contact.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he says the dirty stuff ruins the fun.”

“Oh,” I queried.

“Do you do it? Do you kiss after oral?”

The frankness of her question made me feel flush, “I…I… I’m ok with the idea.”

Reagan looked me in the eye, “Ok with the idea sounds like you’ve never done it. Have you?”

“Um no I haven’t”

“But would you? Would you make out with me after I sucked your dick?”

Her question almost made me cum in my pants. Was she talking about sucking my dick? Was it a rhetorical question? Was it an invitation? Was I about to get a blow job? Doing everything I could to hold back my excitement I replied, “Yeah.”

Reagan leaned in and whispered, “Dirty boy,” and began kissing me again.

This kiss was different from our last. It was faster and with more lip movement. Our tongues touched and swirled around. My breathing quickened and my skin felt hot all over. My erection was now pressing tightly against the thin fabric of my shorts. She broke our lip to lip connection, pressed her cheek into mine, and whispered in my ear, “Can I tell you a secret?”

With a ragged topkapı escort breath, I responded, “Yeah.”

“I like the dirty stuff. It turns me on.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Even this is turning me on. Watching porn with a guy that’s not my boyfriend is naughty. Talking about after oral kisses is hot. All of it turns me on. Does it turn you on?”

“I’ve never been as turned on as I am right now.”

We started kissing again with the intensity picking up where it left off. She shifted her position so she was sitting up. This allowed our hands to freely explore each other’s body. She made little purring noises as I rubbed her neck and touched her hair. She ran her hands to the side of my head taking fistfuls of hair before pulling our connection apart. “Now tell me something? Tell me a secret?”

I was so enraptured with this woman I would’ve told her anything, “Okay?”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Y…y… yes,” I responded, nervous that my answer was going to ruin the best moment of my life.

She pressed her lips against mine again. We kissed for a few seconds before she pulled away. Reagan repeated this several times. Looking back I think it was her way of pacing around a room before making a decision. In the last parting, she began to rub the bulge in my pants. “I want to be dirty. Will you be dirty with me? We’re all alone here. I know we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend or anything, but I want to do dirty stuff with you.”

Seeing Reagan like this was intoxicating. This was her deeply personal side, the sexual side. The side she had only shared with Spencer, a guy that doesn’t even appreciate it. Her request was simultaneously sexual, intimate, and vulnerable. Assured that my virginity hadn’t killed the moment I responded in a way I thought rose to the occasion, “Yes. I want to be dirty with you. You have no idea how much you turn me on.”

Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth hung open making a face I’d never seen before. I realized this must be what wanton desire looks like. She slid off of me and onto the floor. She reached up, took the waistband of my shorts, and with one motion she pulled them, along with my underwear, off.

She smiled, took my erection in her hand, and squeezed it gently. “Cole,” she marveled, “this is a really nice dick. Like, I mean wow.”

“Thanks,” I knew it was a pretty lame response but it was the only thing my sex stimulated brain could come up with.

Reagan continued examining my manhood. She moved her face in for a closer look while running her fingertips over it. Then without warning, she stopped, got to her feet, took my hand, and said, “Come on let’s go.”

I don’t remember walking to the guest room. I do, however, remember her telling me to take my shirt off and lie on the bed. I obediently did so as she removed her top and skirt leaving only her panties on. I got another great view of her extremely tight body. This time I could see her pretty face with it. “You’re really hot,” I said with lust in my voice.

She giggled and crawled on top of me. She nuzzled my neck, then kissed her way down my chest. She licked and sucked first one nipple, then the other, sending strange sensations through my body. She moved on and began working her way down my abdomen. Realizing what was about to happen my rock hard erection started twitching.

She bent her head down so her face was close to but not touching my engorged cock. She blew gently on it and whispered, “So nice.”

She wrapped one of her delicate hands around my dick and began gingerly stroking it up and down. I remember thinking that my cock had never felt so good. She whispered again, “So nice. Such a nice, hard, beautiful cock.”

I could feel Reagan’s hot breath on the tip of my dick while she continued to slowly masturbate me. I looked down just in time to see her give my penis a little kiss. I watched as she stuck her tongue out and licked the sensitive underside of my shaft. I shivered as she repeated her saliva slick strokes over and over. Lost in the moment I closed my eyes and groaned.

When I felt a soft and wet sensation wrap around my dick I opened my eyes to a dream given form. There was Reagan’s beautiful face, her big gray eyes staring at me, and half of my cock concealed in her mouth. She must’ve gotten satisfaction from the look on my face because I could see the corners of her mouth turn up trying to smile.

When she started bobbing her head she created an unearthly tactile experience. As she moved down I could feel her tongue slash back and forth across my shaft. When it was all the way in she swallowed, causing the back of her throat to rub the tip. As she moved up the insides of her cheeks slid along my length. This being my first blowjob it was obviously the most incredible sexual feeling I’d ever had. Reagan, however, was very good and the newness only added an intensity that set the blowjob standard for the rest of my life.

Reagan changed her technique. tuyap escort She stopped bobbing and held just the end of my erection in her mouth. She wrapped one hand around my shaft and cupped my testicles with the other. She then simultaneously began rolling my balls around and circling my cock head with her tongue. The sensory overload immediately triggered an orgasm response.

I felt a contraction in the pit of my groin. Hard pulses of pleasure rushed through my body like out of control electricity. Before I could warn Reagan what was happening, a stream of cum gushed into her mouth. She made an odd noise but continued sucking my cock and holding my balls. Several more thick streams of fluid blasted out of me but she held her pose.

My orgasm subsided but I was still breathing heavily. I glanced down to see Reagan looking at me and licking her lips. “Oh man, Reagan. I’m sorry. I wanted to warn you but I couldn’t get my mouth to work. That was so amazing.”

She laughed. “Don’t worry, I could feel it happening. Your balls twitched right before you shot off. I could’ve pulled away but I wanted to try.”

“Try what?”

“This!”

Reagan leaned in and kissed me hard. It was not a gentle caress of lips or a soft romantic expression of affection. It was an aggressive, open mouth tongue invasion. Her arms wrapped around the back of my neck holding my mouth to hers, her lips moved at a furious pace, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth. I had said that I wasn’t afraid to kiss after oral and she was greedily holding me to that statement.

Eventually, she slowed down and broke our connection. She pressed her sweaty cheek into mine and whispered, “So hot. So dirty. So good. That was such a turn on. What do you want to do now?”

“I want to touch you,” I urged.

“Then touch me. Touch me all you want.”

We rolled over so she was on her back and I sat over her practically naked body. I took the time to admire the view before sighing, “You’re so beautiful.”

She smiled up at me and with sincerity in her voice said, “You’re very sweet.”

I ran my hands over her warm flesh. My touch was faint as if she was a precious treasure. My fingers moved from her shoulders to her chest then stopped at her breasts. I cupped the soft mounds and squeezed gently. Reagan coaxed, “Put your mouth on them.”

Following her instruction, I removed my hand and wrapped my mouth around her nipple. My tongue explored the erect flesh, flickering lightly across the nipple and encircling the areola. I remember being nervous that I wasn’t doing it right and was relieved when she offered some encouragement.

“Yeah that’s good” she whispered. “Suck on it. It feels good when you suck on it. Yeah like that. Suck it a little harder.”

I made a vacuum with my mouth pulling her breast in just a bit then releasing it. Her moan indicated that she liked what I was doing so I kept going. I shifted my attention to the other nipple, sucking it the same way I had the first. I moved from breast to breast, sucking on one nipple while using my fingers to play with the other. After a while, she grabbed my head and pulled it away from her tits. She looked me in the eye and with excitement in her voice said, “You’re really good at that but you have to take care of me now!”

Reagan pushed my face to her panty clad pussy. She hooked the elastic under her thumbs and started to remove them. I reached up to help, grabbing them and pulling them down her thighs over her knees and off her feet. She repositioned her legs giving me an unobstructed view of her glorious womanhood.

For the first time in my life, my eyes gazed upon pussy. This wasn’t a picture or a video, it was a real pussy connected to a real woman. A really hot woman. She had trimmed the hair on her pubic bone into a landing strip, everything under that was completely hairless. The lips looked soft but not floppy. They were pressed tightly together but I could tell they were not quite symmetrical. It was an image that would be burned into my memory forever.

As my face moved closer I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears. I used one hand to spread the fleshy petals of her vulva revealing the entrance to her womb. The smell was strong but intoxicating. Not knowing exactly what to do it I let my instincts take over. I extended my tongue enough to touch one of her inner lips. Reagan flinched and then moaned as I slid it up and down, “Yeah that’s it! Right there! Yeah! Right there!”

She wrapped her legs around my head and pulled my face into her vagina. Within seconds she was very wet. Feeling confident I began exploring. I licked her outer lips, then the folds of her labia. I swirled my tongue over her opening then slid up and teased her clit. I tried sucking her button into my mouth and running my tongue around it. She cried out loudly urging me on. “Oh, Cole that feels good. That feels so fucking good. Now put your finger in me.”

I slid my index finger into her vaginal opening and immediately felt the muscles of her legs stiffen. She started to shake, clamping down on my finger with her pelvic muscles. I continued to lick her clit and twirl my finger inside. She made a few short whimpers before her hips rolled down and away from my mouth. Her whole body jerked for a few seconds before her legs relaxed allowing me to separate from her soaked womanhood.