Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 25: A Revealing Afternoon

It was like having a bad case of déjà vu. Kurt was waiting for me for the third day running. He was grinning and told me that he had christened his clean sheets the night before. I had visions of him wanking all night and spewing cum over him and his bed. He was always a horny bastard.

I beamed when I saw Holly waiting for me at the college gates. I had to restrain myself from running over to her and behaving like a toddler. We kissed, and her hands went down to my arse again, squeezing it hard.

“I think she’s going to bruise your cheeks.” Kurt laughed at us, but we didn’t stop. I’d missed Holly and the feel of her hands on me and her lips on mine. I was relieved that she was still my girlfriend. But I certainly wasn’t looking forward to meeting her father again.

As we parted, her hands left my arse and cupped my crotch, feeling my hard cock.

“You’d better calm down before we go in.” She smiled, “Unless you want everyone to see the tent in your overalls.”

“I don’t care. I want everyone to see the effect the most beautiful girl in the world has on me.”

Kurt pretended to wretch. “You’re going to make me sick.”

“Too much?” I asked Holly.

“Too much.” She grinned and grabbed my hand, walking me into college, the tent in my crotch evident, but slowly collapsing.

 

I hugged Kurt as I left with Holly at the end of the college day. We were never best mates who hugged, but I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him.

Holly and I walked back to her house, holding hands. I felt her soft skin. She took care of her hands and didn’t have the calluses that often appear with the work we do.

“Your dad won’t be home, will he?” I grew nervous as we got closer.

“I already told you he’s an old softy at heart.”

“He wasn’t being an old softy when I saw him.”

Holly chuckled. “He won’t be home. He’s at work.”

“Good. So we’ll be alone.” I smiled.

“Don’t get any ideas, Louis. We have work to do.”

Holly seemed different, more confident in our relationship. She openly watched me take off my college overalls and put on her dad’s oily mechanic’s overalls. I was only wearing my tight white briefs underneath, and she stared at my bulge as I changed.

After working a few hours on the bike, she took off my overalls, folded them, and put them on the bench. Our hands were filthy, covered in the oily grime from the old motorbike. She walked behind me as we went to her utility room to clean up.

Our hands touched and fingers entwined as we rubbed the Swarfega and sugar granules into our skin; the sugar granules and abrasive made cleaning easier.

Her hands were clean, but I still had some dirt under my nails and on my cuticles. Holly grabbed the nail brush and stood behind me as she cleaned them.

I could feel her pressing her body against mine and pushing my crotch against the sink. Her touch was making me hard, but then she always did. She examined my fingers and was pleased with how clean they were.

Holly grabbed a hand towel and dried our hands. She then found the moisturiser and rubbed the scented cream over her hands.

“I wish all mechanics were as gorgeous as you.” I kissed her, “and smelled as nice.”

Holly reached for my bulge and squeezed. My cock was leaking and left a damp patch on my briefs. She massaged my cock and balls, causing me to groan.

“Are you wanting another pair of my underpants to add to your collection?” I teased.

Holly knelt in front of me and pulled down my briefs. My cock sprang up, my foreskin partially retracted, and the exposed head glistening with precum. I shuddered, perhaps from the cold or from Holly pulling down my pants and staring at my hard cock.

I could feel her breath on my cock. I groaned. I didn’t know what she was going to do. I sighed when she stood up, holding my briefs.

She kissed me again, and my jaw dropped when I felt her hand grip my cock. Holly thrust her tongue into my mouth, and we slobbered as our tongues played with each other. Her hand gently stroked my cock. I grunted into her mouth as my cock exploded and I shot cum between our bodies. I don’t know how she did it, but she caught my cum in my briefs.

“Now they’re in a proper state to join my collection.” Holly grinned and showed me the pool of cum over my white briefs, as it slowly soaked in.

I cleaned my cock and put on my college overalls as she went upstairs to hide my cum stained briefs away from her father.

“You’ve got dressed.” Holly had returned, “Shame.”

Holly was wearing some thin, baggy shorts and a T-shirt. It wasn’t the most feminine way to dress, but she still looked pretty.

“I’ll take mine off if you take yours off.” I teased.

Holly grabbed my hand and pulled me from the utility, and dragged me to the living room. We stood in the centre of the room, staring at each other. She started to unbutton my overalls and teasingly slipped them from my shoulders. When she let go, they fell to the floor, and I was now naked again. My cock thickened despite having cum only a few minutes ago. The anticipation was killing me. Was she going to let me see her naked? Or was this another tease?

Her face suddenly looked nervous. “I want to do this, Louis.”

“You don’t have to,” I told her. “You don’t need to force yourself to do something that you’re not ready for.”

“I know.” She said softly. “But I want to. I want to show you all of me.”

“If you’re ready.”

“I’m ready for you to see me naked,” Holly said. “And I want you to take my clothes off.”

I didn’t expect to be asked to remove her clothes. I paused before I took hold of the hem of her T-shirt. I pulled it up, and she lifted her arms. Her short hair was lifted and partially covered her face as the T-shirt went over her head. It flowed back down to its original style.

I dropped it at my feet, joining my overalls. I looked at her chest and her bra-covered breasts. They were pert and on the small side, but they suited her.

I hooked my fingers in her shorts and let them slip from her hips.

My cock throbbed as she stood in just her bra and panties.

“Are you sure?” I asked again. The following item I removed would expose her.

“I am.” She said.

My cock throbbed and leaked as I prepared myself to see her naked breasts. I shuffled my feet that were still trapped in my overalls so I could get my arms around her.

I grabbed the elastic and tried to find the clasp. I think I found it; it was thicker than the rest of the strap. I remember seeing some of my mother’s bras when she was doing the washing, and I recalled that they had an array of hooks and eyes. I fumbled with it, but I couldn’t get them apart. I shuffled closer, placing my head on her shoulder, but I still couldn’t see what I was doing.

I kept trying to unhook her bra, but it wouldn’t come off. I was getting frustrated. Her shoulder started to move, knocking my chin and making it even more difficult to remove her bra.

She then couldn’t help herself and started laughing.

I shuffled back and wondered what she was laughing at.

“You really have no idea how to do it, do you?”

I found it more frustrating than amusing. “It’s the first bra I’ve tried to take off.”

“Would you like some help?” She was still smiling.

“Yes, please.”

Holly reached behind her and unclasped her bra with ease. She brought her arms forward, pressed against her breasts to prevent the bra from slipping. She looked nervous again. It was the moment when she needed to decide whether to expose her breasts to me.

I could have kicked myself as I kept my eyes on her chest. I was eager to see her breasts. But I wrenched my eyes away and looked in her eyes. I tried to express that she didn’t need to expose herself. But as we looked at each other, she moved her arms and let the bra slip.

My cock lurched as I looked down at her pert breasts. They were small and pert, and her nipples protruded. I wanted to touch them, but I didn’t know if I had her permission.

She then slipped her hands in the elastic waistband of her panties, pulled them over her hips, and let them drop to the floor.

I looked further down, but I was too close to see her properly. I attempted to take a step back, but my feet were still entangled in my overalls.

“Whoa!” I flailed my arms as I lost my balance and fell heavily on my arse. “Fuck!” My arse hurt.

Holly was laughing, her body shaking, but she didn’t try to cover herself up.

I scrambled to get my overalls from my feet, and then I looked up at her. I saw her bush, which hid her vagina. It looked like she didn’t shave or trim her pubes. I think I saw a hint of her lips, but it could just have been a darker clump of pubes.

My cock throbbed and leaked precum over my belly. I scrambled to my feet. What was I supposed to do now? We looked at each other. Should I tell her what I thought about her naked body? Should I say how I thought that her breasts were perfect? If it were Cian in front of me, I would launch myself at him and fuck his brains out. That’s not quite true. I would launch myself at him and make love to him.

I was frozen to the spot, my cock sticking out in front of me and dripping precum onto the carpet. Holly took the initiative and stepped closer. She kissed me, and I felt my cock press against her. Her pubes scratched my exposed knob. My cock lurched as it pressed flat against her stomach, and I then felt her pubes tickle my balls.

It was too much for me, and my cock throbbed, my balls ached, and I shot cum between us, glueing our bellies together. I gasped into Holly’s mouth.

I don’t know what hold Holly had over me, but every time we got sexual, I would lose control of my cock, and it would blast without warning. This didn’t happen with Cian. I could fuck him for a long time before filling his guts with cum.

But I was still a virgin. At least as far as girls were concerned, and my cock knew it. My cock had reverted to its teenage virgin state when I was with Holly. I had the usual apprehensions when I finally made love to her. Would I be able to last? Would she enjoy it? Was I big enough to satisfy her?

It all swirled in my head, yet I knew the answer to all the questions because I could last long enough with Cian. I was big enough for him, and he certainly enjoyed it.

Part of me wanted to get it over with. But another part didn’t want to use Holly. I wanted it to be special for her and for her to enjoy it. If I came the instant I penetrated her, it would be a big disappointment for both of us.

Holly didn’t laugh at me or tease me for cumming quickly. She rubbed her hand between us and held my spent cock. It was sticky and softening.

“I think we should clean up,” Holly said. “I’m going to have a shower, you can use it after me if you want to, or just use some tissues if you prefer.”

I looked downwards. She lifted my chin with a cum coated finger. She pecked my lips and left me standing naked and covered in cum in the living room while she showered.

 

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