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  Breaking His Cherry

  By

  Desiree Steel

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  Breaking His Cherry

  Copyright © Desiree Steel 2012

  This book contains sexually explicit acts and is not to be sold or distributed to minors under the age of eighteen.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead is coincidental.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Living at the base of the Mesa wasn’t such a bad thing. Granted, living in the desert was hot, but it had its good points as well. The view of the mesa was spectacular when the sun set. Lighting it up with shades of pink and red, washing it with amber yellows and browns which descended the scale of visible light into darkness as the sun sank lower and lower until at last the Mesa was lost in the dark until the stars came out.

  Of course, it was even nicer living at the end of a short cul-de-sac at the edge of the desert, which beyond the back of the house stretched off into the distant mesa. Unmarked by either paved roads or houses it left one big back yard for the amusement of the kids who used the wide open spaces, washes and gullies of the desert before the mesa to hold their parties and such.

  The best part of all was that Stacey’s bedroom window faced the desert and didn’t have a screen on it. She’d long ago learned how to disconnect the alarm system from her window and could of course sneak out at any time of the day or night without her parents even being the slightest bit aware. An art she’d long since mastered.

  Now her parents were neither home, nor was it night out, so that was the farthest thing from her mind as she leaned forward and bent over the coffee table in her parents living room and inhaled deeply. She kept the flame passing back and forth over the bowl of the bong as she inhaled the heady smoke and the pot burned sweetly beneath her forehead.

  She was totally fucked up at this point, having burned five other bowls before this one and as she watched the smoke cloud up heavily through the dirty bong water, her eyes were red and glazed.

  Next to her on the couch her friend Jenna was sprawled senseless, having already smoked weed far past the point recommended for an eighteen-year-old girl. Her eyes were closed and her face relaxed as she breathed heavily and drifted through the reality she’d built for herself from the sickly sweet smoke she’d inhaled.

  Letting her thumb off the carb of the bong, Stacey cleared the last of the smoke out of the bowl and fell back onto the couch in the throes of ecstasy. Her eyes swam about the room heavily, her head in a cloud as she exhaled and laughed for no apparent reason. She was so wasted; she thought to herself and smiled stupidly.

  Her parents had gone out of town for two weeks, and for the first time ever had trusted her to stay at home by herself. She’d had immediately held several large and rather out of control parties for seventy or eighty of her closest friends, ditched school pretty much non-stop, and spent most of her days lounging around with her friend Jenna getting high and playing with herself.

  While she and her friend Jenna were both eighteen they were wise far beyond their years. They both were party girls and considered stoners at school, and were definitely girls guys thought of when they wanted to have a good time.

  Their reputations didn’t bother them at all, and in fact was something they were proud of and tried to maintain whenever possible. Doing outrageous things as to make their parents throw up their hands in frustration and giving their friends at school something to gossip about them on Monday.

  ‘Say, did you hear that Stacy and Jenna put on a live sex show at Craig’s party last night, with each other!’ was a conversation typical to be overheard when their names were brought up after any weekend.

  The smoke hung heavy in the room but that was okay. She’d give the entire house a thorough airing and cleaning before her parents came back in four more days. For now she just lay back in a semi-conscious state, stoned out of her mind.

  Next to her, Jenna had passed out completely but not before striping off her shorts so that she lay in here underwear and halter top, her eyes closed and her breathing regular, her fingers still buried deep in her pussy which she’d been senselessly fingering before she’d drifted off into drug induced oblivion.

  Stacey smiled and laughed senselessly again before peeling off her own shirt. Sliding ungracefully off the couch and onto the floor she fumbled herself into a sitting position between Jenna's legs, which she spread apart, and then she managed to pull her friends panties off over her thighs and slide them down her legs.

  Jenna mumbled something unintelligible in her stoned state of mind and stirred her honey-pot reflexively as Stacey placed her hands onto Jenna’s inside thighs and dropped her head.

  Jenna’s pussy smelled so good, and Stacey could smell the pot smoke heavily on her own hands as she started tonguing her friends long, moist slit! It was so tender pink, so juicy and fresh. Nothing is better than eighteen-year-old pussy she thought to herself as she slurped her friend’s pussy juice in with her tongue and made sure to rub her face all in it.

  ‘Well, unless it’s eighteen-year-old cock,’ she amended to herself. She knew she was into girls and all that, and while other chicks in the school treated her and her friend Jenna like the plague for being lesbians and giving the guys free sex shows when they were fucked up, she didn’t care. She loved pussy, and her friend Jenna was the same way.

  They’d found each other like two magnets attracted by their mutual pull and although they’d only known each other for a few months they’d found that they were a perfect match for each other. Their drug and sexual desires linked inexplicably well and their inhibitions fed on each other until they were constantly trying to outdo each other’s nastiness.

  She couldn’t remember all the times she’d licked Jenna’s cunt or been fucked by Jenna while her friend was wearing a huge strap-on cock they’d gotten through the mail.

  All she knew for sure was that she was very happy, and while most girls her age were into cheer-leading or stupid shit like school, all she and Jenna were into was each other and the boys they shared for fun when they weren’t getting high or tripping on acid.

  She must have been more stoned than she thought because the next thing she knew was Jenna was caressing her hair and moaning for her to keep doing what she was doing. With a start, Stacey realized she was tonguing her friend’s asshole, something she hadn’t done before in all the time they’d been lovers, and something she wasn’t even aware she was doing now until Jenna moaned for her to keep it up.

  She tasted musky, dank … and exciting! Paying attention to what she was doing now, Stacey began to tongue her friend’s tight asshole in earnest, glorifying in doing something so dirty and forbidden that even she couldn’t believe she was going it. All the while Jenna frigged her own clit until she spasmed and came repeatedly.

  “My turn,” Jenna panted heavily after she’d finished cumming, and then Stacey found herself lying flat back on the carpet with her friends tongue in her asshole and her own fingers in her cunt as she squirmed with pleasure and begged her friend to tongue her deeper.

  Later after they’d showered together and dressed in their smuttiest outfits they went out to a party at a friend’s house where they both got ripped and then videotaped while they were getting fucked together by four guys in one of the back rooms. Stacey hoped the videotape didn’t wind up in her parent’s hands somehow or on cable, but when she mentioned this to Jenna, her friend only laughed and said that would be a kick, “Nothing like being a porn star! Right on!”

  They had occasionally talked about running away to Hollywood to do porno’s but they both knew that even though
they were more than willing to do it, getting into the business couldn’t be easy.

  Stacey had a big time hangover the next morning when clanging and shouting across the street woke her up. The night before was a little fuzzy, hell, the last week was fuzzy, considering how much she’d been drinking and smoking and screwing.

  Groaning, she rolled over onto her side and looked through bleary eyes at the clock on the bedside table to see that it was only eight-thirty in the morning.

  “What the fuck?” she mumbled irritably as more clanging and the sound of something heavy being dropped caused her to throw back her covers and swing her feet to the carpet in her room.

  Standing up unsteadily, she wondered briefly how she got home as she couldn’t remember a thing from the night before, but shrugged it off as unimportant as she tiredly rose to her feet. She swayed unsteadily for a moment, fresh ribbons of pain slicing through her head as she winced and vowed never to mix tequila shooters with Kamikaze’s again.

  She was completely naked, as she refused to sleep any other way (a fact that ceaselessly pissed off her parents whenever they walked in on her) as she groped her way out of her room.

  On the way to the front den she stopped by the kitchen and fixed herself a cup of instant coffee with a liberal dose of whiskey for an eye-opener. Then she wandered to the front den to see what the fuck the ruckus was about.

  Looking out the window she was surprised to see a moving truck in front of the house on the other side of the cul-de-sac. She hadn’t heard that the place had been sold. It had stood empty for a long time, and she hoped that whoever was moving in there weren’t busybody jerks. Moving in and making all this kind of racket at this time of morning didn’t bode well.

  Sipping at her coffee as she stood naked in the front den window watching the workmen unloading boxes she rubbed her forehead with her free hand. That had been one hell of a party last night.

  Then her attention was drawn to a cherry red Trans Am, which had just pulled up. It had T-tops, the black bird painted over the hood and detailing running down the sides. The paint-job was very cherry, and clearly somebody had put a lot of care into the car, as it was a real piece of work.

  Normally she didn’t pay too much attention to cars, unless it was to try to get her parents to get her one, but this one was so beautiful it really caught her eye.

  What climbed out of the Trans Am after it rolled to a stop however caused her breath to hitch in her throat. He had to be around her age. He was definitely their kid she could tell, because he started to help carry boxes from the truck into the house.

  Looking to be about eighteen or so, he had short blond hair, wore tight jeans that made it clear he had a nice but, and his shirt was stretched fairly tight across his broad chest.

  He looked very preppy indeed, well cut and the perfect suburbia kid and all that. He probably made straight A’s in school too and was saving himself for the woman he would marry.

  Watching his but as he carried a box inside, Stacey was inexplicably drawn to him and thought to herself, “Well we’ll just see about that” as she sipped her coffee and turned away to shower and get ready for the day.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Later that afternoon, when the truck had left and she was sure he was still there by his car parked out front, she dressed in a mid-thigh length summer dress with panties and even a bra on underneath. She applied the smallest amount of makeup possible, and combed her hair out so that she had a very, for her anyway, respectable look. If any of her friends had seen her they would have laughed if they even recognized her at all.

  Yet while Stacey was admittedly a slut, she wasn’t a stupid one. She saw something she wanted, and went about getting it. For now that meant playing nice to the parents if she wanted him to be able to come over here without them having a hissy fit she figured.

  Which is why, at five o’clock in the evening she was crossing the pavement of the cul-de-sac with a covered plate of chocolate chip cookies she’d personally made.

  Approaching the front door she looked her virgin best, innocent as all get out. She could hear people talking inside, asking each other what went where and have you seen this box or that toaster.

  Pushing the doorbell with a smile she cried out, “Welcome wagon,” when the door opened.

  Standing in front of her was a woman about thirty-eight or thirty-nine years old, wearing an old denim work shirt with paint on it and white shorts. The looked like the typical mother figure, and with a smile invited Stacey in.

  Taking the offered cookies from her with a word of thanks, Sheryl introduced Stacey to her husband Dan, who was a slightly pudgy, middle aged professional type. So far Stacey wasn’t surprised. The parents of the kid were the typical middle class yuppie scum that deserved to die when their Volvo crashed in a fiery explosion. Just for general purposes of course. All yuppie scum deserved what they got.

  Thinking this as she made small talk about the neighborhood and how much she was hoping they would burn when their Volvo caught fire, she asked herself what she was even doing here. True, there had been something about the kid she’d seen from across the street that got her inner fires and desires all lit up, but this was a mistake.

  His parents were of the most distasteful ilk, to be avoided at all costs. If he were anything like the upwardly mobile losers that they were trying to be, he had to be a total waste of space. Which of course meant that she was wasting her time here.

  Then Sheryl said, “Oh, here’s our son Jeffrey,” as the kid walked into the room and with one more glance at him, Stacey knew why she was wasting her time. He was a total babe.

  Walking up to her he gave her a quick once over and then looked down at her feet.

  “Hi,” Stacey intoned clearly, looking him square in the face, “I’m Stacey, your new next door neighbor,” she told him, indicating with a nod of her head the direction of her house.

  “I’m Jeffrey, but everybody calls me Jeff,” he answered softly.

  Yeah, Stacey was sure she knew why she’d dressed up all nice and come over here. Jeff wasn’t her normal type, but he was old enough to drive, looked good and presented a challenge. He was clearly shy and a virgin. She didn’t need him to cum in his pants before he got them off for her to realize that. She was intrigued, wanting suddenly to be the one to introduce him to the world of sexual desire and pleasure. To mold and shape him.

  Okay, so he wasn’t her normal stoner type. Hell, he probably hadn’t had so much as a beer in his life, and her friends would probably wonder what she wanted with such a straight arrow.

  She’d come to the conclusion however that she could change his ways to her liking, mold him to her desires, and if not than she didn’t have the right to be the school slut. It wasn’t his fault that he was inflicted with such unrelentingly square parental units. Just the luck of the draw. But his luck was definitely going to change she thought as she locked eyes with him for one meaningful moment.

  Jeff felt his heart quicken as he looked surreptitiously at Stacey while she chatted with his parents. He was still a virgin, and though he wanted to lose his virginity he hadn’t found the right type of girl yet to give it too. He wanted to save himself for somebody special; a real girlfriend.

  This didn’t stop his hormones from working overtime however, and looking at Stacey’s feminine curves through her sun dress was enough to cause his pulse to quicken and sudden thoughts to swirl through his brain.

  Stacey was shooting the breeze with his parents, telling them that her parents were out of town or else she was sure they’d be here themselves, but she was glad to meet them and Jeff.

  Finally excusing herself, with a casual invitation for Jeff to swing by her house sometime, she left and his dad swung the door shut behind her.

  “What a nice girl,” Dan said to his wife, “See, I told you this was a good neighborhood.

  “I can’t disagree with you there,” his mom answered and then turning to Jeff, “What do you think; maybe you and she will b
ecome friends?”

  “Mom!” He said in exasperation at how they were always trying to get him to get a girlfriend and get out of the house more. Was it his fault he was shy around girls?

  Stacey did seem really nice though, and he kept thinking of the look that she’d given him when they met. It hadn’t been coy or flirty or anything, but somehow just in the bold directness of it, he had seemed to get the impression that she was telling him … something.

  Back at her house Stacey slipped her underwear off but kept the sundress on as she walked in the front door. She grabbed a fatty off the den table where her stash was currently spread out and took it to her bedroom.

  Climbing up onto her window, she leaned back against the casing and inhaled deeply as she burned the joint. With her feet up on the window sill her knees were raised and her sundress slid down around her waist. Her pussy was only inches away from her free hand, sore and even a little bruised around the edges from being gang-banged the night before.

  She loved the way her pussy looked. She was still young enough that it wasn’t completely ruined by her fucking every guy in sight. It was still tight and tender, plump and beckoning. But it was also fucked often enough that it was constantly swollen and open, ready to be invaded by fingers, vibrator, tongue or cock. Her blond pubic hair was a well-trimmed curly bush just over her tender pink slit.

  Inhaling from the blunt and feeling cloudy waves of desire roll over her as the weed fogged her brain and she looked out into the desert from the window sill she was sitting on, she began to think of Jeff again.

  She was sure he was a virgin now that she’d met him. Thinking of teaching him a thing or two while he eagerly, gratefully lost his virginity to her willing snatch, her oils began to flow and she was already moist when she reached between her legs and slid two fingers gently into herself!

  With the setting sun lighting the clouds on fire and her breathing fast from her index finger brushing over her clit when she came, she let the joint burn itself out as she looked out into the desert from her windowsill.