Chapter 2
We still messed around on and off through the summer, but never really had the opportunity to have full on s*x again.
We barely spoke about it.
First time s*x was definitely a disappointment.
Yeah, we still kissed and did everything but…but the first time was so bad that we couldn’t face doing it again.
At least that’s what we told ourselves. Or at least that’s what I privately told myself. I figured Lissa was telling herself the same thing.
We had another important issue to deal with.
We were going to different colleges over five hundred miles away from each other.
“Are you sure you don’t want to transfer to my college?” she asked me several times. I had applied there because she had begged me to, “Just in case, because you’re smart enough to get in.”
I was. But I was short of money. It wasn’t like her family was super-rich, but they could afford something more than a state school. I couldn’t.
She hadn’t even applied to my first choice.
Her school offered me some money, but it wasn’t going to work out financially.
As she was getting ready to leave for her college—mine started nearly two weeks after hers—we had the same conversation we had every day for the past two months.
“Break up or long distance?” she asked me.
“What was our last decision?” I asked her.
She was stuffing the last few bits of clothing into a suitcase, making the best use of every inch of space.
“Break up,” she said, not looking at me.
“I’m changing my answer. Let’s do long distance.”
Lissa looked up at me. “Really?”
“Yes. We have to give it a try, right?”
“Right!” She zipped up the suitcase and came over to me where I was sitting on her bed. She gave me a kiss and pressed her t**s against me. I immediately stiffened. “Want a b*****b?” she offered.
“A goodbye b*****b?” I asked her. “How can I refuse?”
She kissed me again and went down on her knees. Together we got my already hard c**k out and she got down to business after she took off her shirt and bra.
Lissa’s fellatio skills were the best I’d ever had, but since she was the only one who had ever given me a b*****b, so I didn’t have much to compare her against.
She bobbed her head up and down on my shaft. I watched as her brown curls flew around. She used one hand to hold my shaft’s base and the other to grip my balls. Maybe her grip was a little tight but I wasn’t going to complain because—holy s**t—I didn’t have a reason to complain. She was beautiful and loved me and was sucking on my knob. I was in teenaged boy heaven.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” I warned her.
She didn’t stop. She went harder.
She couldn’t say I hadn’t warned her.
I wanted to put my hands on the back of her head and force my c**k all the way down her throat and make her swallow it all.
I held back because that seemed f*****g rude to say the least.
“Oh…oh f**k!” I said to give her one last final warning.
Always before Lissa had pulled off at the last moment before I came. I didn’t blame her. She didn’t want to have to swallow all that semen. It had resulted in her getting a few facefulls of c*m but she had never complained. I’d shot my loads on her shirts as well, which was now why she always gave me blowjobs topless.
This time Lissa didn’t pull off and use her hand. She kept sucking.
It was the most painful and powerful o****m I had ever had. I could feel her mouth and tongue working to swallow all of my c*m. I knew it was a lot because it was always a lot but she was a perfectionist in the art of fellatio.
I was left heavily panting and she looked up at me, her eyes wide and the opposite of innocent.
“Holy f*****g s**t,” I breathed. “Did you…did you…just swallow?”
Lissa licked her lips and forced herself to swallow again before she spoke. “Yup.” My girlfriend stood up. “I need to get a drink of water.”
I didn’t say a word. She just disappeared out of her bedroom door. I could hear the sink faucet running; the bathroom was just a few steps from the bedroom. Not knowing what else to do, I tucked in my c**k and zipped up.
Lissa walked back in a minute later. She was still topless. Her boobs swung heavily back and forth. As she reached for her bra and shirt, I stopped her, cupping her breasts and giving her a kiss.
“Thank you,” I said.
“For what?”
“For the b*****b?”
“You earned it. And I liked giving it.”
“I thought you said you’d never swallow.”
Lissa kissed me again and pulled back. She replied with a shrug which did wonderful things to her t**s, making them bounce around in a fetching fashion.
“I never tried it before. I guess I sort of like it.”
I kissed her again.
A day later she was off to college.
We were determined to keep our long-distance relationship going throughout college.