“What’s wrong with your pants?” she asked.I blushed: my hard-on was poking forward like a street-side flagpole. I didn’t know ...hat to say.“Does it hurt?” she asked.I shook my head. “It’s my…” What did girls her age call a cock?“…boner,” I finally said.Carla’s large brown eyes went wide.“Let me see,” she said.I blushed with embarrassment, but I lowered my sweats,freeing my long, red. Glancing up at the naked young woman’s face to make sure she was still asleep, I carefully lowered my head to her pussy. The first lick was tentative. My tongue slowly slithered across her labia, coating it in saliva. A shiver of what I hoped was delight ran through her and a soft moan flowed past her lips. Encouraged by it, I decided to keep going.She tasted so sweet. Only a few drops of the pre-cum that filled her slit had reached her labia, but it was enough. As soon as the intoxicating. I agreed and asked me if I was going to show up saying he had been burned on that before. I reassured him I would show up not really thinking I was going to do it. I thought about it for a while and I decided to go through with it and meet him at the arranged time. I got into my car and started off. I was so nervous and scared; I couldn’t believe I was going through with it. I did not see anyone around at the arranged time. I waited a little longer and decided to head out. When I was leaving I. Remember, I was seventeen, and like most seventeen year-old males, I was obsessed with sex and the female form. To stand in a kitchen, drinking tea with an eighteen year old, fit (though short) blond, while she only had on a bra, that barley contained her large boobs, and sheer panties, smooth and tight over her pussy mound, was such a tease to me. I often had a hard cock, which I struggled to hide. I now know, she knew this too, and she loved to tease like that. She was a bit of a tart, but.