Michelle was a spectacular woman, looking back on things. Wow.
This story goes back to her apartment. As I recall, I was working my part time job over the supper hour, like a 5-8 kind of deal, and we'd made casual plans to spend the evening together after that. I showered and got dressed and went to her apartment, to find her parents and younger brothers there, just stopping through as they'd been in town for the evening for something, who knows what.
Her dad was a strange ranger, lots of demons in that guy, esp at this time due to grief over his own father dying tragically and financial stress in his business. So to sum it up, I'm 18, she's 19, its her apartment and she's paying for it, and while I'm sure he knew she was 19, I think this is the first time he's realized she's on her own and that what goes on at her apartment on a relatively frequent basis is something he just should try to not think about.
Looking back on it, this is all coming to his realization because of what she's wearing. This sounds perhaps not so sexy but believe me it was. She's in her nightshirt and not much more. Pink and very high schoolish, might have had Garfield on it even. Very short, and very tight, scoop neck, no bra so she's got 36C's bouncing all over the place, and bikini panties which are barely covered. Plus she's wearing those frilly ankle socks which were in style at the time. She's very blonde from letting the hairburner in the next chair experiment on her, and she's very tan because free tanning in the tanning beds at the salon. You should have seen the contrast in her skin as noted by the Play boy bunny stick on she used in a place where no one but she and me was ever going to see it.
I'm mostly talking to her little brothers who were like 11 and 14 maybe? and we're all kinda crammed in this little apartment, and the Mom (who was super chill as the kids now days would say. she knew we were boning but would never have told the dad and that is a whole 'nother story) speaks up and says "we should go" and the Dad wasn't having it. He wasn't being overt but he was being weird toward Michelle and it wasn't flattering to him and doesn't add to the story except as you'll see.
I'm not the brightest guy in the world but I picked up on this deal and so I said, "I need to get going myself, I have lots of homework tonight." I left and went back to the dorms. Phone rings half an hour later, and she's pissed. About her father of course, and wants me to come back. Which was my plan the whole time, just to wait them out and come back. No problem, I had time.
Up to that time, oral had been a thing we "tried" and not yet a thing we'd really "done." This was the mid-80's after all, the Reagan years in our little corner of the world. Where we lived and grew up, drinking and having normal sex was ok. Using pot or drugs and having oral or anal sex was taboo. It was not at all unusual to nail a girl with a bareback creampie as she was on the pill, but to get a blowjob from that girl would be very unusual. (Cindy was ahead of her time in many ways) So oral with us was a matter of I'd slide down and spread her legs and lap at her blonde pussy a bit, and she would reciprocate by putting my dick in her mouth for a moment or two of glorious pleasure, and then back to the main event.
Well not this night. I knocked and walked in, and she was sitting on the couch, we kissed and started to talk, and she was upset but not a whole lot, her dad being weird wasn't new for either of us really. So we're making out and the window curtains are open, second floor apartment so no big deal, one lamp on plus TV. So there's some light. She breaks off the kiss and stands up in her little outfit and says
"Dad thought this was skimpy. What do you think?"
I said I loved it. She took it off.
"Dad said I should cover up. and that he could see my panties." White, see through, lace, bikini panties.
I said I loved them. She took them off. My god she had a smoking hot body.
"Dad said there better not be anything naughty going on here."
And she knelt down in front of me on the couch and pulled my cock out and started sucking it. Not like before, this was different. She was sucking it to get the cum out. Not to stop it, not to dodge or avoid it. She wanted it out.
I obliged her. I filled her mouth, some ran out and down on her puffy nipples. I remember her looking at me with surprise in her eyes, like she hadn't quite planned it all out. She had a mouthful, ran for the bathroom, ended up spitting it out in the sink. Baby steps.
I fucked her for a long time that night.
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