Free Forbidden Fruit by Erica Storm

Chapter 1
    The night was like any other when you need to make up your mind about your first boyfriend. Someone you thought you loved and would love a life time. We had been together since ninth grade in high school and now we were seniors. We never considered dating anyone else. At least I hadn’t. He said that he would wait until I was ready because he wanted my first experience to be unforgettable. I agreed. The only fooling around we did was him fingering my opening when we would go to a movie. We sat in the back of the theatre and we kissed but most of it was Chet prying my panties to the side and inserting his long finger in.
    But I heard rumors around school that he wasn’t waiting around to get my virgin cherry, and he would pick as many cherries as he could before he nailed me on my eighteenth birthday.
    My girlfriends said that Chet was sleeping around with my girlfriend Melissa and that if I drove around his house, I would learn the truth. I brought my books with me to study, to use as an excuse just in case it wasn’t true.
    I hopped into my Ford truck I got for a graduation present and drove on around to his house. There were no cars parked in the driveway. I recognized that car. It was Chet’s old Honda.
    I jumped out of my car happy and went to the door and rang the bell. The door was open so I walked in. And opened it. I pranced in expecting to see Chet. I looked around the kitchen and no one was around. I crept up the stairs because if I was going to find out whether the stories were true about him, then I would catch him in the act.
    I wanted to stay a virgin until I married Chet. I always thought that I would marry the boy next door and be a housewife. I guess it was a little presumptuous on my part. Maybe a little old fashioned for the girls I hung out with. They were always bragging about how their boyfriends took them to a friend’s house when their parents were out of town and they sucked their dicks until cum ran from their mouths and they would swallow it.
    Most of the girls in my senior class had given their boyfriends a blow job and the rest had their pussy’s eaten by older boys. I was trying to wait until I married and all I could think about was that day. I made it to the top of the stairs when Chat’s father met me at the top of the stairs.
    “Hello Mr. Compton is Chet home?”
    “Oh hi Mena he said that he would be back in an hour.” Now Mr. Compton was forty if he was a day. He and Mrs. Compton married in high school and had gotten a divorce when Chet turned eighteen. He had just stepped from the shower and had a body to die for. He had a towel wrapped around his middle and his chest was exposed. His body in great shape as a matter of fact he looked better than his son. Chet was a little over weight around the middle but he was just as handsome as Mr. Compton. I looked at him and gave a nervous smile.
    “Would you tell him that I came by?” He walked over to me hugging the rail.
    “You can wait here and tell him yourself. Why don’t you wait in his room?”
    “I think I will. I passed Mr. Compton looking into his eyes. He had the deepest steely blue eyes that I had seen. When he looked at me I thought he was undressing me and could fuck me on that floor. But maybe it was my wishful thinking.

Chapter 2
    Walking into Chet’s room I looked around. He had the usual posters that a young boy would hang on his wall. Pictures of cars, sports figures, and one picture of a naked girl from hustle magazine, squatting with her bush and opening exposed. I turned on the television to pass the time and I lay on the bed reading. I fell asleep and when I woke Mr. Compton was standing over me naked. His cock was extending down at me.
    “What is wrong Mr. Compton? Why are you naked,” I asked him.
    “You are priceless Mena. I see why my son chose you.”
    “This is what I want you to do,” he said. I glanced up at him and he sat on the side of the bed. He was so gorgeous that I began to sweat.