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Chapter 21 - CHAPTER 21

Okay now I'm nervous, I've never done this before and the shit they do in porn is usually for thirty seconds. I move my head up a little and Bridget lowers her hips down to my face a little so that I can give her a sweet kiss on her lower lips before putting my tongue out and searching around for her clit. It takes me a bit and Bridget leans forward so I can find it but when I do her whole body tenses up and I can hear her gasp in excitement. I lick, then suck followed by sucking her clit and the whole area around it while making circles around the clit itself with my tongue. Everything I have ever seen in oral sex on a female I do includes pushing a finger inside her hole and nearly breaking my hand as she grinds forward using my face as a rubbing point. I grab her thick thighs and attempt to keep sucking and licking her clit as Bridget holds the top of my head by the hair and grinds out an orgasm that nearly suffocates me as she flat out sits on my face. I can hear her panting and I turned my head to the side to keep from ruining the mood with death. It takes a moment or twelve but Bridget realizes where I am still and pulls off my face giggling and as soon as I have air she kisses me hard and deep, shoving her tongue in my mouth. We kiss deep and it barely occurs to me she got done swallowing me a couple minutes earlier.

"How many girls have you done that to," Bridget asks, breaking the kiss.

"Including you, one," I reply and she pushes me.

"Then how do you know how to do that so well," She asks, propping up on her elbow facing me.

"Internet porn, you can learn some really great things from it if you have no clue how to do it. Also some horrifying things that you never want to try," I keep the humor up and Bridget giggles again.

"So, now that we got the opener out of the way, how about we move to the show," my Scottish female asks, gripping my cock and giving it a firm tug.

I am hard and have been hard since about half way through my near suffocation/giving it back orally session with Bridget so I reach under the pillow and remove my condom that I put there. Bridget is quick to snatch it from my hand and tears it open with her teeth before putting it on with her mouth. Bridget has me sit up with my back against my head board before swinging her leg over me and using her hand guides me inside her pussy. I can feel the heat and she's more than wet enough that she is able to push herself all the way down and I see a benefit of us positioned like this, I'm eye level with her large d cup breasts. I don't move as Bridget rides me going slowly, it's always slow to start and I wonder if that's because of my size or just how things are done, while she works I decide to play and take her breasts in my hands and squeeze them. Bridget moans a little as she rides me and it feels good but I'm nowhere near an orgasm so I decide it's time to play around and begin sucking on her nipples alternating breasts then toughness. First I go hard, then soft, after that I use tongue only and finally I'm down to nibbling a little.

"Those are sensitive and attached so be gentle," Bridget says and I lighten up," Okay not too gentle, just don't try to hurt me."

"You're a big girl and I'm not going to do anything to hurt you," I remarked and she gave me a look.

"Big girl," She asks and I realize she doesn't understand my compliment.

"Grown up and not to be mistaken for a boy. With these big beautiful breasts," I kiss one then the other," And this amazing ass that is riding me so well."

She's smiling again which is good because having an angry woman in your lap doesn't seem like a good thing, especially when you are having sex. Bridget grips the headboard and begins grinding against me hard and I push up into her a little meeting her. She's going harder and faster onto me and I like it but I'm not close enough yet and instead of light thrusts upward I try for hard slams. Bridget figures out what I'm doing and slams her ass down harder and faster. It's our competition to see who can give out first and at one point of us filling the room with our sex and grunting Bridget stops and puts her body weight down on top of me while clutching me with her hands and legs. I can hear her squeaking but I don't stop slamming into her and she squeaks a little more before groaning out her orgasm. I slow down my thrusting and Bridget rolls off me slowly and onto her back. I'm not done but she's taking a moment I think.

"I haven't been fucked like that since I came to this country," she remarks inbetween catching her breath.

"Not that many males over here you like," I ask and she smiles at me.

"No, there aren't. They just don't have that dark soul about them," Bridget says and I'm curious about that but she's not in the mood to explain as she sees I'm still hard," want to go really hard?"

Bridget gets up and moves onto her hands and knees, this I know and I move behind her. She has her knees together and I rub my cock head against her slit a little before pushing back in. I push till I'm all the way in and begin working my cock in and out slowly when she looks back at me.

"You were just fucking me a minute ago, can't keep up," She asks and her fucking sounds like fooking, her accent is hot.

I squeeze her hips with my hands and speed up a little and when she stops staring back at me I go harder and faster. I work out, I do cardio but this has me breathing hard and sweating. Bridget has her head lowered and I can't hear much coming out of her mouth when I get an idea and reaching up her back take a handful of her brown curly hair and pull gently bringing her face out of my mattress. One hand on her hair and I'm hammering my cock into Bridget's pussy when I out of nowhere smack her hard on the ass, the response is immediate.

"Fuck me! Fuck me," Bridget groans it loudly over and over.

I'm going hard and I begin to feel my orgasm coming fast and when it does I just try to keep moving as much as possible. I'm thrusting through the sensation as Bridget lets out a loud squeak and I feel her body shudder and try to push me out, I respond by thrusting back in hard and holding there. We stay like that for eternity, or five seconds, before I collapse backwards slowly and Bridget does the same forwards. We lay on my bed away from each other when she laughs a little. I laugh a little with her and she pulls herself around the bed and searches before finding the towel she came in with and begins wiping between her legs a little before using it to remove the full condom off of me and clean me up. I watch as she moves off the bed and walks naked around my room first throwing the condom and wrapper in my trash and then putting the towel in my dirty clothes before pulling on a pair of pink lacy panties. I smile and feel my penis twitch a little as she crawls back into bed and rests up against me.

"So how was that for you," we both ask at the same time and then laugh.

We don't talk really, I just hold her and she drapes an arm and a leg over my body as we relax after a hell of a workout. It finally dawns on us that we should probably get dressed and not be laying naked in bed. We settle into watching funny stuff on the internet when I hear the twins arrive home one after the other and Bridget giggles a little.

"If they knew what I knew you could film it and make money on those porn sites," she jokes and I laugh a little.

We're talking about simple things when Bethany barges into my room and upon seeing a female, one she knows, in my room begins to ask questions.

"Bridget, what are you doing here? Guy, what is she doing here? What is going on here," Beth asks and I see Abigail poke her head around her twin to see Bridget and I.

"I don't think it's any of our business," Abby states before waving at me lightly and pulling her sister out of my room.

We've only been here alone for a couple hours when I hear Mark arrive at home and he's coming for my room, a 6' plus former football defensive tackle comes running and trust me you'll know. He bursts into the room and sees us smile before getting to why he came in.

"Hey Guy, we need to take her home," Mark informs me and I don't really want her to leave.

"You'll drive me home," Bridget asks and Mark nods," Perfect, save money on a taxi."

"You could stay the night," I offered but knew the answer.

"You're coming too bro," Mark informs me and I shrug, might as well.

We pile into Mark's Dodge muscle car, it's a Cha-something and this is the third time I've been in it. Bridget and I sit in the back while Mark plays chauffeur. Bridget give him directions and the three of us talk about bullshit and avoid the fact that we all know what Bridget and I were doing a bit earlier. We finally get to Bridget's sponsor's home after about twenty minutes. Not too shabby, better than what I grew up in honestly and both her and I exit the car as I walk her up. Now I feel nervous.

"So do you want to get together sometime," I ask and she smiles.

"Maybe, but the problem is I like you not love you," She says and I am confused," You are sweet and quiet. A little bit crazy and a little bit bad but I'm not going to be here forever. I graduate and then head home. Best I could give you is a couple months and then I'm gone forever."

"I could move with you," I offer. I like her so sue me.

"That is sweet but you're just feeling the warm tingly that we had. Besides I'm the one that your sister is going to be grilling for information about today," Bridget says as we reach her door," If nothing happens for you after the New Year I promise I'll come by and we'll make another afternoon out of it."

I get a kiss on the cheek and a promise before she enters her house. I slowly return to the car, not sadly, but hunched over and slow as usual. Once inside with Mark we head back for home and we're not even at the end of the street when he decides to talk about it.

"Bro she was hot, I swear I could have creamed my pants with her accent. Was she good," he asks as he drives.

"She was great, better than the first one," I remarked thinking about it.

"What was wrong with the first one," he asks and I shrug.

"It was just business," I tell him and clarify as he looks confused," I paid for it."

"Bro you got a hooker," Mark asks, shocked.

"No, just a girl that needs money and is clean. She was good but Bridget was amazing in comparison," I tell him and he nods.

"When they come because they want to, it's always better," Mark remarks and we both smile.

Arriving back at home there is a big truck, the business kind, sitting in the driveway. I am confused and I see Mom in the kitchen making dinner but when I try to get to my room Mark pulls me into his room and asks me for help with his computer. I'm not a computer whiz or anything so I just run a few antivirus programs and explain that having more than one is best. It only takes me a half hour and when I try to head back to my room he stops me again and wants to show me something on his phone, it's just a couple girls from his college and their texts which is kinda cool I guess? That keeps me busy for another fifteen minutes when we're called to dinner. Everyone is seated and we're not sitting down for five minutes when Bethany decides to start a discussion.

"Guy is bringing girls home," she says and both Mom and Mr. Delauter take a moment to think before Mr. Delauter weighs in.

"About time," two words from the head of the household that have more impact than fifty from me.

"So he can bring a girl home anytime he wants when there are no parents here, which is against the rules," Beth brings up a valid point when her father clarifies.

"Actually that rule never applied to Guy or even all of you as a whole, just you unfortunately Beth," Mr. D lays down his parenting facts and watches his daughter get mad.

"What did I do," Beth asks now everyone stops eating.

"There was the Junior Varsity football team practice that you held in the foyer," Mr. Delauter begins.

"Or the weekend party when your father and I were on a business trip for his work left you three," Mom references Abby, Beth and I," to the honor system."

"Hey, what about the lingerie modeling session she had for the cheer squad last year," Mark says, and by the look on Mr. Delauter's face I don't think he heard about that.

"Or anytime you were supposed to be studying but you and your boyfriend were making out on your bed," Abigail drops the bomb and Beth looks super pissed off.

"I was working on a project with Bridget, we met at the party you held for me," I say it and I don't think she buys it.

"What project," Mom asks and I think quickly.

"Social sciences, interlocking customs of the countries in Northern Europe," I get it out and the only two who don't get it are Mark and Beth.

Want to talk about grumpy, Beth is fuming because I am not held to the restrictions she has been living under. Boo fucking hoo bitch. We get done with dinner and I'm dragged to the tv room to sit with Mom. We don't talk about anything important, just school things and how I have been feeling. I know something is going on in my room but I have no clue as to what it is aside from power tools being operated. Finally an hour after dinner a man in a store uniform with a clipboard has a signature for Mom to give as he and his team of three pack up their tools and head out. I wait as Mom gathers the family upstairs and finally comes down to get me.

"Honey there have been a lot of things that we haven't done for you, Mark spoke to me about it earlier today and he mentioned something to me. I can't remember the last time we really celebrated your birthday," Mom says as we head up the stairs.

"I was eleven, you took me to a bar and got me a cupcake with a candle while everyone sang me happy birthday," I recall the event and it pains her that I can and it's a pathetic memory.

"Well Mark was talking about how everything is a now thing but I'm kind of bad with now and there are things we missed over the years like presents and cake," Mom is listing the basics and now I remember Mark said something about a gift.

"Mom it's a little late for a lot of things, don't worry about it I'll get by," I brush it off hoping this isn't her trying to buy me off.

"Only time it's too late is when I'm dead, I may spend the rest of my life trying to prove I love you and that you are my special boy but in the meantime I have nine birthdays that need to be balanced," Mom explains and the family is waiting outside my door.