Have Your Wet Dreams Come True? (Teenage Love Affair)
I had a dream the other night. Well, let’s call it a fantasy.
Her name was Layla. She’s this Puerto Rican girl that’s been flooding my thoughts from time to time. She’s got grey eyes, sexy curves—a nice round backside with breasts to match—and curly black hair that flows down her back.
She’s a “good girl.” Everything’s untouched, and she respects herself. That’s what adds on to my attraction for her. She’s a friend but someone I could actually see myself with.
We were at Layla’s house around 2 o’clock, when her mom told us she was leaving and wouldn’t be back until about 8 or 9. She trusted me, so she wasn’t worried little RJ being alone in the house with her daughter.
Layla got up to lock the door and went to the window to watch her mother leave. As she peered outside, I couldn’t help but to stare at her ass.
“RJ, come here,” Layla said, breaking the focus of my gaze. “You gotta see this!”
I wasn’t even concerned about whatever it was she was talking about, I knew what I wanted. I got up, and walked over to her.
I hugged her from behind and lightly pressed my dick up against Layla’s ass. She jumped at first, but slowly leaned into it. I stuck out my tongue gently licked the back of her neck. She moaned, then turned around and placed a hand behind my back. She kissed me.
Damn, I love her lips.
“I thought you were a good girl,” I smirked.
“I am,” she replied. “But with a boy like you good girls have needs, too.”
I slid my hands around her waist and took a firm grip of her ass.
“What’s that supposed to…”
She tugged at my belt buckle to pull me closer and kissed me again, before saying, “Just shut up.”
I picked Layla up off her feet, and started walking towards her room. She kissed me again, then sucked on my neck before nibbling on my ear.
Clearly, she knew what she wanted, too.
When we got to her room I laid her on the bed, me on top of her. I kissed on her neck, while my hands explored her chest, before sliding down to her womanhood. I nibbled on her pants, biting at the fabric where her pussy was.
She didn’t have any panties on, I could feel it through her pants.
I began to poke her pussy with my tongue, while sliding my hands up her shirt. Slowly, I pulled her pants off, and discovered I was right—she wasn’t wearing any panties and had a pretty ass, fat pussy. As a matter of fact, it looked downright mouthwatering and 100 percent chewy.
But I didn’t want to just dive in just yet.
I had to admire the rest of Layla’s beautiful body. Her legs, they smelled like kiwi. I traced out my name with my tongue along her thigh in cursive, extending the lines so I always finished the last letter close to her pussy. Then, I kissed a lip, and sucked on it just a little bit.
I moved on to the other thigh, while exploring her body with my hands. She was soaking wet by time I got to her other lip.
I put my hands behind her knees, spread her legs out and bent them close to her body. I licked the area where her leg and cooch meet. Then, brought my tongue from her bellybutton to her clit. I flicked my tongue on it before hoisting her legs up so that the back of her knees where on my shoulders. I pulled her hood back to fully expose her most sensitive spot and paid it special attention.
I brushed the sides of her exposed clit with my tongue, and she began to moan as I put a finger inside of her. I traveled through the rest of her womanhood and she became juicy. My face was starting to get messy, but it didn’t matter because I loved every mouthwatering moment of it.
“How dies it taste,” she asked, looking down on me hard at work.
“Like pussy,” I responded, mid-lick.
I had one more trick for her. What I like to call my finale. I pulled Layla’s hood back once more and made the tip of my tongue into the shape of an O. I placed my tongue around her clit, then slowly slid two fingers inside her. With my tongue’s O shape maintained, I moved it back and forth around her sweet spot.
After about three sturdy minutes of stimulation, Layla’s legs shot out straight and she grabbed the back of my head.
That’s how I knew I had her where I wanted, on the edge of ecstasy.
I kept my rhythm intact, and Layla kept moaning and biting her lip.
“I’m cummin’,” she announced.
I seriously didn’t care. My goal was not to stop with just one nut.
I pulled Layla closer to me, my lips covering hers. Her juices squirted in my mouth. I kept eating, her legs were shaking, her body jerked up, she started pushing on my head. She screamed so loud that I swear I heard a bird fly off the roof. She came again, but this time her creamy center squirted out.
I swallowed.
Finally, I came up for air. Layla was still shaking, gripping the sheets tightly. I wiped my lips, placed my hands on top of hers, and then kissed her inner thigh.
I laid down next to Layla, and she turned her head towards me. She had the same look in her eyes as she did when she said: “With a boy like you good girls have needs too.”
After the show I gave her, Layla wanted more. She glanced down at my belt, then back at me. I licked my lips. There were no words, body language said it all.
Layla smiled, then turned onto her stomach. She unbuckled my belt, then unzipped my pants. When she pulled them down, she discovered that for some reason I wasn’t wearing any underwear either.
My baby-maker was fully erect and Layla had a firm grip of it. She kissed the tip of my dick, then opened her mouth and…
That was the moment where I woke up with a massive boner.
Now ain’t that a bitch.
Fin!
Oh, did I forget to mention that today’s Wet Wednesdays comes from a 15-year-old reader named Henry, who already dabbles in the grown art of erotica. Don’t be fooled by his age, this young man definitely has some skills with the pen. You can also follow Henry’s blog, Chronicles of RJ, to see what other stories come out of his mind.
Do you remember your first teenage love affair? What was special about that experience for you? Did you enjoy the thrill of sneaking around your parent’s house just to have sex or couldn’t wait to have a place of your own to get your freak on? Was sex more exciting when you were first learning your body or do you think experience has enhanced your bedroom skills more? Were you embarrassed about your first wet dream? What did you think of this Wet Wednesdays entry? Are you surprised something like this could come from a 15-year-old?
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