Unholy Communion: phtlc and Loveme

[phtlc]

Unholy Communion

Introduction

Stepping out of the shower I was already excited about the upcoming evening. It was Saturday evening and I was going to a party down by the lake. I was genuinely hoping that tonight would be the night thta I would finally score. I had never had sex with a girl but Sarah from math class was starting to get a little frisky with me these days so I was very excited about the potential. I had of course fooled around with several girls, French kissing, getting inside their bra’s and Jennifer had even let me get my hand inside her panties allowing me to feel a girls pussy for the first time in my life. None however had been willing to let me go the whole way or even close. My friends did not know I was still a virgin. I told all the guys I know that I had scored with other girls, but the fact was I had still not gotten lucky. I was determined that tonight however all that was going to change. Making sure to brush my teeth fanatically, gargle mouthwash, apply deodorant and cologne...etc. I was determined to stack the odds in my favour. I picked a shirt that I felt would show my form well. I was active in school sports and finally my body was starting to respond. I still had a youth like body, but my biceps were finally starting to respond to weight training. They were nothing spectacular, but they were OK.

Heading out of the house I said good bye to the folks and headed down the street to meet with my best friend Bill at his house. We had known each other since childhood and were on the same baseball team. Knocking on his door I called him outside telling him to hurry up. “Did your cousin get the beer?” I asked. His cousin was 23 and could get beer so he was our primary source as guys who were under the legal age to buy it. “Of course.............I told you he would come through”. Relieved I realized the night was set.

Walking along our street we turned the corner and started heading towards the park, carrying two cases of beer feeling like big men. As we walked I spotted a lady who had been the object of several fantasies. Helen Peirce. She was in her mid to late 30’s, single and amazingly hot. I don’t know if she was married ever before, but for now she was single. She had the most amazing body and a face that the years had been extremely generous to. My parents and Bills parents knew her, and she had a respectable reputation, self employed as a consultant, helping with a few community endeavours and such. She was wearing a business suit with a skirt, which fitted her body well as she got a few items out of the trunk of her car. Staring I wondered if she would see it as being manly that I had some beer on me. I self consciously made sure to correct my posture so my chest would seem a bit bigger, without making it too obvious that I was doing so. She still had her back turned, as I stared. “Give it up” Bill said, “It’s never going to happen......except maybe with me”. Responding in kind I said “In your dreams.......she’s mine!’. We both realized this was just fantasy. She was a fucking hot woman and would basically just see us as boys. Nonetheless, the fantasy banter continued as we discussed how bad we would love to get into bed with her. She was out of earshot so we weren’t worried. As she turned around and saw us her eyes immediately zeroed in on the cases of beer we were carrying. Being a responsible adult, she got that disapproving look, but then smiled understandingly and turned to go in her house. I guess she remembered what it was like to be a teen.

“She wants me”.... “Bullshit....couldn’t you see the way she was checking me out?”...... “Yeah right. Out of pity”............ “Fuck you!”. “No.....fuck you”. It was all in fun. We both liked to give each other a hard time, and we both knew that the pope had a better chance of converting the entire middle east to Catholicism than we had of getting inside her pants.

 

[Loveme]

Helen Peirce had just come from getting some things she need and coming home from work. It had been a terribly long day, and all she wanted to do was to relax and watch some T.V. Not really having to look up to know that two guys were coming up carrying two cases of beer. She could hear them, having exceptional earing. You see, Helen Peirce was a vampire.

Having come to the sence of why she had not been married, was because she could hear what guys thought of her. What they wanted to do to her. Upon hearing that, she usually just left them. Smiling as she looked up and saw the two carrying the cases of beer. She knew they were trying to act all manly for her, and she enjoyed it.

Smirking as she walked inside, she could hear the two men fighting over who would get her.

 

[phtlc]

Arriving at Carson’s Lake, we set up near the bonfire that a few of the early arrivals had set up. Opening our beers we started getting drunk, each hoping to get lucky. Slowly the evening progressed as we consumed several beers, gradually starting to feel the effects of the alcohol as we continued. Sarah showed up and she immediately made her way over to me. Some light chit chat ensued, and we spent the better part of the evening together, drinking and smoking a bit of weed. It was not long before we were both firing off the right signals and before I knew it we were making our way towards the lake and partway down a path to get away from the party. Our mouths met and the ritual was on.......I the young guy worked to arouse the girl and overcome her sense of inhibition in hopes that I could finally get my manhood into that forbidden territory that had thus far eluded me during my young life. She on the other hand, worked to enjoy the moment yet retain her virginity, making sure to not give into the heat of the moment. As per standard, it was a bit of a negotiation as I worked to gradually piece by piece get her to allow me to remove her clothes. I had her shirt and bra open, working her breasts as my tongue explored her mouth. Laying on top of her I ground my hips into her groin, feeling my hardness press against her treasure, separated only by the jeans and underwear we each wore. When my hand snaked down and I started rubbing her pussy through her jeans she started getting even more excited, breathing hard. This was it. She was breathless with arousal, and I was going to finally score. I reached for the button of her jeans and started to undo it when I felt her hand clamp down on mine. “I’m not ready for that yet”. FUCK!!!!! Attempts at renegotiating and such were fruitless. I told her that I had protection, and I would respect her and all that stuff, which was actually true. I did like her. That said, I was dying to relieve myself of the burden of virginity. I wanted so bad to become a man,...to feel what it is like to be inside a woman. The gist of her refusal was that she really liked me, and wanted to date me, but she was not quite ready to do that yet. I put on a good show of being understanding, but I was truly disappointed. I had been so sure that tonight was the night. A bit more kissing and cuddling and we got dressed and headed back to the party. At this stage it was evident to all others that we were a bit of an item and she spent the remainder of the evening with my arm around her shoulders as she wrapped hers around my waist. An hour later, she and the other two girls she came with left and went back to the house of the new girl in our class whose name I didn’t recall.