Page 3 of Mommy's Boyfriend (Be My Boyfriend 1)

Finally, my pantyhose and skirt were discarded on the floor alongside my shirt, leaving me in just my tiny, pink pair of panties. I watched as his eyes devoured the sight of me as they roamed hungrily down my body. His eyes zeroed in on my spread legs where he could see the dampness of my panties. His hands glided up my pale, creamy thighs to grip the waistband and finally reveal my most secret place to him—the place no one had ever been before.

Once my panties were removed, Spencer let out a low whistle at the sight of my wet pussy and before I knew what was happening, he had dropped to his knees in front of me. His strong hands parted my legs further before a probing tongue dipped between my lips and began to taste my sweetness.

It was incredible, like nothing I had ever felt before. He was so enthusiastic and attentive as his tongue dipped into my hole and swirled around my clit. Every expert lap of his tongue had me moaning and writhing on the table. It wasn’t long before I found myself crying out in ecstasy and feeling an explosion of pleasure deep inside me that I’d only experienced alone before. Now, with Spencer, the experience was intensified and I desperately craved more.

I didn’t have to wait long, however. As soon as Spencer found his feet again, I could hear the sound of a belt buckle jostling before finally, after so many years of waiting and waiting, I could feel his hot, hard length pressing against my wet, tight hole.

“Please,” I begged, feeling wanton and hungry for him.

Spencer cursed under his breath before finally pushing inside me with a long, deliberate thrust. “God, you’re so tight,” he muttered as he finally pressed his entire cock inside. It wasn’t until he tried a few more gentle thrusts that he realized why. “Oh God, you’re a virgin,” he mumbled, shocked and excited by the idea of it. “Fuck, Rylee…”

His movements slowed down then and he made passionate love to me. His hot, hard cock was filling me up over and over and pressing against something so incredibly pleasurable deep inside me that I knew nothing about. It wasn’t long before I found myself tumbling toward another intense orgasm, my legs shaking and my breath coming in fast, ragged breaths as I tried to calm down.

Spencer seemed to lose control after that. He sped up his movements and thrust into me harder and faster until his own climax hit. I felt his warm come spill deep inside me and I let out a satisfied moan at the feeling. Meanwhile, Spencer was so sweet. He began brushing my hair out of my face and pressing gentle kisses to my lips, my cheek, and my forehead.

“You were amazing,” he told me in a low, husky whisper. “Just incredible.” He sounded surprised, almost in awe of the power of our connection.

Then he was pulling out and the both of us dressed once again in silence. He waited for me while I closed up the shop and walked me out to my car outside. He kissed me once more before turning and heading off down the street. I knew right then that our magical night together was never meant to be more than just that. I silently thanked whatever deity above that was responsible for such an unforgettable night of passion; the perfect way to lose my virginity.

But all gratitude was gone when two months later I held a drugstore pregnancy test in one hand which clearly displayed the result I had been dreading… two thick blue lines.

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Spencer

Five Years Later

A tacky plastic banner hung up above the bar stated ‘HALSTON HIGH SCHOOL REUNION, CLASS OF ‘89’ in a font I would never even consider using for a formal event. Cheap, plastic decorations were hung from the ceiling in a myriad of colors that didn’t resemble any kind of theme. For God’s sake, there was even a disco ball above the ceiling. But at least it wasn’t the old high school gym. I was pretty sure that place had a permanent smell of sweaty gym socks after catering to so many teens over the years. It didn’t really do much to remember the good parts of high school—if anything, it conjured the opposite. Of competitive teenagers and my own physical inadequacies growing up which were held in stark comparison to the person I actually became.

In high school, I was a nobody, a nerd interested in math, science, and how things work in the big wide world. It wouldn’t be until almost two decades after high school that I would actually make myself known, just in time for our twentieth high school reunion. I’d had enough of my day job, spending time out of my life to work on other people’s ideas instead of my own. I wanted to find something that gave my days meaning and I found it. I came home every night and began to wile away hour after hour tinkering with a design that I’d come up with years previously that I believed could revolutionize crop irrigation techniques all over the world! It was a long and tiresome process, but when I finally succeeded a little over a year later, I secured a patent on a highly successful piece of machinery and became the U.S.’s next billionaire almost overnight.

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