Around this time, Matchbox Twenty, Coldplay, Nickelback, Blink 182, Dido and U2 amongst others had provided me with some brilliant tuneage which not only developed me artistically but left music imprinted on my brain, I had caught the bug, and there was no going back.
Back to the game my friends.
Through my AOL chat I had come into contact with P, a '28' year old from the other side of town. We had talked for a while, and it was suggested we meet up. I can give you an actual date, 9th february 2002, I will always remember it as Pop Idol, a new talent show had swept Britain and it's final was shown in the town we arranged to meet on a huge screen outside Bailey's Bar.
I pulled up in the taxi, we had arranged to meet in a local pub, pretty well known for its small size and triangular shape. I had been working the previous night in the dancing club opposite and I checked my make up before heading inside. Scanning the bar for a 28 year old bloke, I had no idea who he was, hadn't even seen his picture. A shortish bloke caught my attention,
'Jolene?'
Now ladies- heres the scene, he tells me he is 28 yeah...more like 38. But as a liberal girl, this didn't bother me one bit- he was charming, attractive enough and seemed like a genuinely nice bloke. On the other hand- I could have... if I'd wanted to.... run off screaming!
"Err, yeah you're P, right?''
I had never met anyone from the internet before, so I was pretty nervous,
''Yeah, sorry I might have lowered my age a little but I think you did too, right?''
Cheeky!
"No, I am sixteen, ha ha! Why would I do that?"
"Oh, wow- I mean OK don't take this the wrong way, but you look at least 18!"
He says staring blatantly at my rack.
We move to a table, well I think the place only had 3 tops, and apart from an old codger propping up the bar we were alone. We talked a lot, I couldn't get over how short he was, at 5 foot 9 I had always been used to being tall but this took the piss. He was into dance music, divorced, one child a proper England fan, tattoos. He was appealing enough, but this place was lame,
''Shall we go somewhere a bit, better?'
My thoughts exactly.
Walking into the club, I nod at my friends who are working behind the bar, I had failed to mention I worked at this club casually, but had played it safe and told the girls so they would look out for me if needed. Thinking on- if he had been a sex attacker he was so short, I probably could have taken him on by treading on his head.
He looked at me, taking in the surroundings, Shining metal poles with dancing coloured light beams reflecting off them. Black velvet draped rooms, each occupied apart from one. Every booth contained a 2 seater chair and pole, designed for the 'private' dances. I led him to a table in the main bar, his eyes however, stayed on me- regardless of the nipple that had come dangerously close to his face as the waitress collected the empties.
"What are you having?"
I asked him as we approached the bar, he looked at me like I had shit in his mouth.
"Err, a pint please- are you sure?"
"Ha ha I might only be 16 but please, give me some credit!"
He smiled and nodded his head, as I leaned over the bar I almost felt his glare on my arse, he placed a hand on my hip.
"OK!" I said as I handed him his drink, gesturing towards the hand which was now on my lower back, he took his hand away and accepted it. Phew. We talked a little bit more, then moved to the dancefloor- I was aware this bloke looked a lot older than me, and we did get some funny looks. Bollocks to them, I thought as we danced and laughed. We were getting on really well and having a blast-he was young at heart and we sang along to the tunes and flirted outrageously.
I caught the attention of Gemma, one of the other girls on bar duty (we were lucky- got to keep our bras on! Health and safety!) She gestured toward the empty booth and winked,
"Nooooo!" I mouthed, like a maniac shaking my head and she shrugged her shoulders, winked at me and continued making our cocktail pitcher. Good girl!
"Shall I take this into the booth for you then Jolene?" She said as she carelessly plonked it on the table in front of us. He looked at me half in disbelief, half I think was arousal. I brushed off the comment by telling him I knew her from childhood, he seemed satisfied with that. Though, he did glance at the empty booth more than once. I thought about it, of course I did- Imagine having sex in a very public place. All that lies between you and the public is a velvet curtain. The idea turned me on and I then decided I must be quite kinky at heart and wondered when this side of me would emerge in my lifetime.
We moved to a different bar, a more laid back wine bar, with its red leather sofas and modern interior, I decided I much preferred this place than the local pub!
We got another round in.
"Sambuca?" I said cheekily, handing him a shot.
He smiled and laughed.
"You're my kind of girl!" He said as he slid up next to me on the sofas. The music in this place was chilled out dance, Moloko- "Sing it back" was on now, I remember that cause I love that song, and I have a near photographic memory.....
He put his hand on my thigh, I looked at him and he was looking directly into my eyes. For a moment, I drew back thinking 'Oh god, he looks old enough to be my dad'. Hmm that didn't seem to BOTHER me though, was that wrong? I found myself increasingly attracted to his matureness. More than anything, he was attractive- not exactly what I would call Phwoar material, but I liked this guy. He leaned in for a kiss, I kissed him back- I could tell he had years of experience- his kisses were softer, more precise and there was no fumbling, he was manly and solid. My negative thoughts suddenly disappeared. After what felt like an age I opened my eyes, reluctant to end the kiss but reminding him we were in a crowded bar. He pulled me closer, drew his mouth to my ear. His breath was warm and he softly invited me to his. I looked at my watch- it wasn't late at all really, if I would have been out with my friends or my ex- we would still be there at kicking out time. It was then I realised how mature for my age I was, because I just didn't care. I excused myself, making my way to the ladies I needed to decide what was going to happen next.
Looking around there were the stunning girls- you know which ones I mean? Immaculate, tanned (sometimes overly orange) skin, long blonde hair, miniskirt, boob tube top and a belly piercing glistening as they danced and chatted with the blokes. You could spot them a mile off- usually a semi circle of admiring men watching in delight as they danced closely, seductively with their girlfriends. I never saw myself as the dressing up type- I was standing next to one of these girls as I washed my hands. She was applying her lipstick, I had noticed her out on the dancefloor in an earlier bar. From a distance she looked about 19, but close up in the mirror, I could see she was much older than that. I leaned toward the mirror, gathering my thoughts as I spritzed myself with my perfume, Beverly Hills. I had been wearing it for as long as I could remember. I looked at my figure- I had always had body issues, at 12 I was battling bulimia and I never had any confidence. I was now a healthy size 10 top and 12 bottoms, and beginning to like my curves. In fact, looking at the woman next to me, given a bit more make up and a more revealing outfit I reckoned I could be as attractive one day- I kind of envied her age- I wished I was older. I wished I was old enough to better my situation myself, my own way.
I returned out to P, who was now on the edge of the sofa, he never took his eyes off me as I waded through the bar to join him.
"OK," I said nervously
"I have never done this before, I don't want you to think I am the kind of girl who will go home with anyone on the first date" We had gotten to know each other via emails beforehand. In fact- I had never gone home with anyone- not like this anyway, I shocked myself as we stumbled into a taxi. It was a long drive, he lived on the other side of town.
We kissed and he placed his hand on my leg again, Hitching up my knee length pencil skirt to my thigh. We had to be discreet, the taxi driver was coughing as if to say- "Save it for when you get home!" Quite rightly thought, as I was beginning to feel my pussy throbbing and becoming moist. His touch was more confident than S's- far more experienced.
We arrived at his house- It was nice, a proper bachelor pad, with a huge England flag flying from the top window. As I entered I saw his desk, and P.C. I smiled thinking he must have sat there talking to me many a night. I sat in the swivel chair and spun round giggling.
"So this is where the magic happens?"
He laughed.
"You......" He began, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever had the chance to go out with"
I blushed a little, continuing my spinning.
He walked over to chair and held out his hand,
"Come and sit on the sofa, I have some drinks in the fridge." and he disappeared into the kitchen, not before putting the telly on. Oh, Will Young won- nice- I thought to myself. Gareth Gates was sweet- But it would have been unjustified, I mean Will's voice blew me away, I never quite believed Gareth's stuttering story anyway! P reappeared with drinks.
We sat and watched the television, flicking through the channels, making small talk. I think he was expecting me to change my mind any moment. My mobile rang, grr. Mum. I ignored it, I would text her shortly, she thought I was meeting a mate-I'll tell her I was pissed and was staying over at her house. She was happy with that explanation. I felt P's hand again on my thigh, he certainly knew what he was doing, every move sent tingles down my spine. "Are you certain you want to stay the night, with me?" He asked. "I have a spare bedroom, so don't worry!" He added. I was quite disappointed at this- I thought we would definitely be having sex.
"Jolene, look there's no pressure- I know I am old enough to be your dad and if you don't want this to go any further that will be cool, we can still be mates." The thought of what he just said actually turned me on..It felt so wrong that it was right... you know what I mean! I kissed him, hard and moved away to see his reaction, he smiled and seemed to instantly relax. He led me up the stairs, holding my hand and rubbing my palm with his thumb seductively. I couldn't believe I was doing this.
"You know," He said, "I can not believe how pretty you are, and you're sixteen,right? You don't look or act like a sixteen year old."
I kissed him half blushing from being called pretty.
"Shut up." I said bossily as we stumbled back onto his bed
"You, my dear- know exactly what you're doing , don't you?" He grinned, and I winked at him, feeling his hardness on my knee as he lay me back, legs still off the end of the bed.
I felt this rush, this feeling- I wanted to FUCK him. Not like when I had sex with S, different to that. I desired him more and he pulled my legs up and pressed his clothed hardon against my clothed pussy, teasing me.
He knew most of my relationship with S including our brief sexual relations.
"Excuse me." He said, leaving the room, "I'll be right back."
I sat up, looked around, he had gone in the bathroom, probably for condoms or something. He emerged just in his boxer shorts. He was very fit, muscular and regardless of his height-he looked strong. He approached me again this time lifting my chin to kiss me. He lifted off my top, revealing my bra, which was black.
"I still don't believe you're 16!" he said, hinting towards my chest.
My breasts had always been there, in the future they would be the only asset I liked. No matter how thin or fat I was or thought I was they stayed the same.
"Well, P- I am so get over it will you?" He inched off my tight skirt then tipped off my heels.
We moved up the bed, both knowing what the other wanted, I was scared, but I was also curious and curiosity always wins with me. He got on top of me, popping a breast out of my bra to circle it with his tongue, gently sucking and teasing the nipple till he was satisfied it was hard. He moved his hands down stopping over my toned flat stomach, of which I was momentarily proud of. He licked from my bra to my bikini area slowly, kissing and touching. He was strong- I could tell this in his touch. I liked it. He grasped me firmly as he lowered again this time he was sitting between my legs. I was wearing black lace panties and bra- I knew black was his favorite colour from a cheeky conversation but It had only been pure luck they even matched my head had been up my own arse whilst getting ready.
He went closer towards my now extremely wet pussy with his mouth, I knew what was coming.
He pulled the panties to one side, in one movement-this action in itself left me tingling. He then began to lick me out-wow. He certainly had done this before unlike my previous partner who had learned all his tricks from me. He was not afraid to really get in there, savoring my juices and finding my clitoris immediately. I was up on my elbows as I observed him, he really fucking loved it, and so did I. I lay flat once more and as I did so he inserted a finger inside me. Fucking hell. I felt like I was shagging an expert as he fingered me hard, not afraid of the noises coming from my wetness and moans, or his actions. No need to be quiet- this was his house and he had already mentioned the 'deaf old guy' from next door!
How did he know i liked it rough? How did I know? Was it wrong for me to like a bit of aggression during lovemaking? All these questions running around my head, but right now, in this moment- I just wanted to relax and be with him- If everyone had "styles" I'd say he was like me, wanting it rough.
Maybe it was his preference also, lucky!
I was feeling hot and shaky, I knew I was going to come soon, he entered a second finger- that did it. As his tongue flickered on my clit, he pushed into me, hard.
I was coming, like never before.."Oohh!" I exclaimed and he enjoyed seeing the quivering of my entire body as the orgasm rocked me.
He came up to meet me, midway.
"You really are 16 aren't you Jolene?"
"Yeah!" I repeated, why do you believe me now? I thought.
"You are so tight, I could only just get 2 fingers inside you." He said with a caring smile, brushing my hair from my eyes with his hand. I felt overwhelmed, its my turn to use the bathroom, I thought.
I looked in the mirror- seeing my blotchiness which was part post coital and part from his stubble. What was I doing? I fixed my bra, and returned my panties to their original position. I looked in his bathroom cabinet (nosey as I am!) Nothing incriminating there, hmmmm! I hadn't noticed much of his home earlier- I had been too interested in him. I saw a picture of his child on the landing. My sister was the same age. Everywhere around there were reminders that we probably shouldn't be doing this, that it could end in tears. Fuck tears- they never did me any good. Live for tonight. That's what I intended to do, as I crept back into his room.
"Off!" I gestured towards his boxers, complete with raging boner.
I walked over to him intending to suck his cock, but before I could he swung me round, unhooking my bra and dropping my knickers. He reached for a condom, which had now appeared on his dresser. "Choose?" he said.
"Actually, I'm on the pill- but if you....."
"Good enough for me!" He replied
"Last chance, are you 100% sure? Im scared I am going to hurt you."
He whispered sweetly, the head of his penis rubbing against my clit at his command. I felt powerless. I was so very wet and he was so very hard, I thought that if he continued to rub as he was that I would definately come again.
"Just fuck me." I replied - wow where had this girl come from????
Fuck me he did.
He slowly inserted himself into me, inch by inch making noises and groaning as he did so. Once he was all inside he began to thrust in and out, starting at the pace S had considered his best.
Before long I found myself begging to be fucked, and hard. He did not need telling twice, he liked it rough, grabbing my hair as we went into doggy style. Bouncing off him I was near screaming in delight as he mindlessly banged me. All I could sense was pure pleasure, and as he yanked on my hair, and filled my pussy deep with his cock I realised I quite liked the "pain".
"You," He began, "Naughty....girl!" He moaned. He was now pulling at my arse cheeks, opening them and squeezing hard with his manly hands. He rubbed my ass hole which made me gasp.
"Your arse is perfect, doll" he said as he continued to pull it towards him then push me away, still tightly gripping my cheeks. I could hear myself moaning and making noises, some thrusts were pure pleasure and every now and again it would hurt- he was going really deep inside me like I had never experienced before. I noticed my 'pain moans' and 'pleasure moans' were practically the same sound and so realised he would not be able to tell by that if he was hurting me. I actually liked the deep thrusts, i was aware that when his cock slid against a particular swollen place deep inside me it caused a fantastic rush of ecstasy. Course you find me a 16 year old who knows what and where their G spot is! All I knew was what I felt, and believe me it was fucking amazing. He ran his hands all over me, continuing to shag me from behind, I had never felt like this before, I felt, well- I felt like a proper woman.
He pulled put and turned me over, the sweat was dripping off us both. He was on top of me again. Stopping to kiss me or touch me. He re-entered me and this time he looked at me with his hazel eyes, brushed my hair down with his hand and rested it on my breast.
"Are you OK, babe?" He whispered gently before kissing me
"Yes, I am thank you." I replied as I reached round to rest my hand on his pert little arse, I could feel it working away- all the muscles tightening as he pushed in, then relaxing as he slid out.
"Good." He commented, as he took me completely by surprise and with his inner elbows took both my knees up in the air, still inside me. He cupped his hands behind my neck
"Oh Fuck" Was all I could say as his pace quickened and I felt as though he cold not possibly go any deeper if he tried. Later on I would learn I am a bit of a compulsive swearer during hot sex! I could tell the shocked expression on my face satisfied him and he lifted my bum and placed a pillow in the arch of my back. Apparently he could get deeper! He was so deep there was nothing to spare and his skin and very top of his cock on movement brushed against my clitoris, sending shivers down my already tingling spine.
I watched and concentrated on his face- it seemed he was fighting off his own orgasm in order to keep going, why would he do that? He wanted me to enjoy it for as long as possible, what a gent!
Aware I was soaking wet, I then felt a trickle of juices down the inner side of my thigh, a sure sign that coming all over his cock was imminent. I let out a squeal of delight as we climaxed at exactly the same time, feeling his warm spunk filling me I couldn't help but smile at how good it had been. It didn't end there... To be continued
Jolene
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