Meeting Christine at a Birthday Party

I thought I'd post a simple, quickly written story I'd emailed to a friend.

This is fiction. The girl in the story is at least 18.

I have a cousin who lives about half-an-hour away. I don't really care for the guy; it doesn't really matter why. I had this fantasy where I was invited to his house to attend one of his teenage daughter's birthday parties, because she is a good buddy of mine. It was all very awkward for me since I didn't know anyone in attendance, those being either girls of the same age as the birthday girl, and their parents.

I had planned on just staying long enough to making a quick appearance and grabbing some food. I looked around for a place to sit. The only place I saw was next to you. I really didn't pay much attention to you, since I was just looking for a place to sit.

You seemed a little unhappy, like you really didn't want to be there. So I started up a conversation with you, the normal how are you, what are your interests, and so on. You answered, but without much detail. Then I said something like, "I would imagine a cute girl like you would be always busy with her friends."

You glanced up at me, with a squint in your eyes. "Cute? You think I'm cute?"

"Yeah, sure. You're a cute girl. Why don't you think so?"

You didn't answer, but your mood lightened considerable.

I suggested that we try some of the other food items. As we stood up, you turned into me, and you bumped into my groin area, feeling the lump in my pants. You didn't say anything, but I did notice you pause as the realization of what you felt came to you.

You decided that you really didn't want to eat anything else, and said we should go upstairs, I wasn't sure why.

Upstairs some girls were watching a movie. We went into another room, but some girls were playing on the computer. We finally ended up in an empty room. (It's a big house.) You sat quietly. There seemed to be something you wanted to discuss, but I wasn't sure what. Finally I asked you what was up. You turned red, blushing from your shoulders up. Maybe more too, but I couldn't see.

Trying to build up the courage to ask, you glanced down at the bulge in my pants. I figured out I'd better start the conversation since you probably never would.

I was blunt. "Are we here because you felt my dick?"

You turned ever redder when I asked. Your eyes were wide, and you quickly denied that was the reason.

"You can touch it if you want. Go ahead."

You had turned away from me, hiding your face, mumbling something about your parents or your friends or something.

Gently I took your hand. At first you jerked it away. Then I took it again. And placed it on my bulge.

"Is this what you wanted to talk about? My dick? It's pretty big, isn't it?"

You were almost at the point of freaking out. I think the whole experience was too much for you. You ran out of the room and down stairs.

I didn't talk to you for about 15 minutes or so. I figured it was better to leave you alone.

You seemed to be wrestling with thoughts. Finally you looked up and caught my eye. On your face was a sheepish smile. You signalled toward the front door, so I followed.

Outside we talked about things, just things, not my dick or your actions. We exchanged phone numbers. Finally you talked about sex, and about how you had little experience with it. You said I was the first guy you'd ever talked to about it, and the first one who openly mentioned his dick.

I had my arms on your shoulder, comforting you. I said it was cool, that everyone has to learn sometime.

You looked up at me, and ask, "So, ah, your dick, ah, it's a big one?"

"Touch it and judge for yourself."

I took your hand and placed it on my bulge. This time your hand remained. "Oh, that feels nice. It's big?" I placed my hand over yours and gave it a squeeze. You seemed very pleased, and nodded your head. "Yup."

You became very happy at that point and didn't want to let my dick go. You kept squeezing it while you talked to me about who knows what.

We had been alone outside, then some of the people were leaving, so you grabbed my hand and took me back inside to the room we had been in, but some other girls were in there. You led me into the bathroom and gave me a couple of squeezes. I wasn't sure if you wanted to see it or what. And I don't think you knew either.

We came back downstairs. Your mom was looking for you. When she saw us, she was happy, saying something like she was happy you'd found a friend. You pulled me over to the other side of the food counter. It was tall enough that no one could see your hand which was now on my bulge, squeezing it. Your mom came over again to tell you it was time to go home. She couldn't see your hand still, so you continued to squeeze me. When she said it was time for you to leave, you complained.

She went to say bye to the others, so you grabbed my hand and took me back into the upstairs bathroom. Your shyness seemed to have been overcome. "We don't have much time. Show it to me."

I pulled out my large dick. The sight of it made you gasp. You gave it a few squeezes, and then completely unexpectedly, you dropped to your knees and sucked on it for just a few seconds. "Wow, that's big. My jaw is tired already."

You gave me a squeeze and placed your lips on mine. Our tongues touched quickly, then we heard your name being called.

You ran out of the house with a huge smile on your face. Your mother waved to me, also very pleased that you'd made a friend.

And that was fantasy one.

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