My best mate Dan (Re-write chptrs 3 & 4

Chapter Three

We both dressed and headed off on our bikes, laughing and racing each other.
It was pretty difficult, at first, riding with a hard-on but fortunately it soon went down.
“Coming back to mine?” Dan asked, “Mom and Dad aren’t home”.
“Sure” I replied.

We rolled up at Dan’s new house, sure enough no-one home. We took off our shoes and went to Dan’s bedroom. “There’s some games on my P.C. or..” Dan said as she stood directly in front of me. I felt her hands undoing my jeans, first the button and then the zip. I stood motionless as she pulled down my Jeans and then my boxers.
She then got down on her knees and took hold of my cock. It, of course was starting to swell. Gazing up at my face she took one long lick up my shaft, stopping at the tip and stroking her tongue around it.
My knees nearly buckled.
“Woah” was all I could muster.
“Want me to stop?” she asked teasingly as she enveloped my bell-end with her lips.

“No fucking way!” I uttered “Where the hell you learn to do this?” I questioned her.
Taking my cock from her mouth to answer she said, “I told you I’ve watched some of Dad’s pornos”.
“Shit! Well carry on girl, waoooh” I cried as she once again took me in her mouth.
I fell backwards against her bed but she never lost hold or suction on me, every now and then looking up, questioningly, with those dazzling green eyes, as if to see if she was doing alright.
Resting my hands behind me on the bed I rolled my head back in delight. Dan sucked and pumped my cock for all she was worth. Using her tongue, her lips, her hand. I’d never had my cock sucked before but surely her efforts couldn’t be beaten?

It didn’t take long for me to feel the old balls boiling, I put my hands on the back of her head, not to push her onto me but to pull her off as I came. Then fireworks, body spasms, tingling all over my body, just as I heard a car door slam outside.

Try as I might I couldn’t get Dan off me, she had a firm grip on my cock shaft and was sucking every last drop of fluid from me, draining my balls.
“Your….your parents are back!” I screamed at her trying to push her off me. Still she pumped and sucked me. I heard the front door and was getting frantic, still she wouldn’t stop.
Finally she let go, I hastily grabbed my boxers and jeans and tried, desperately, hopping on one leg then the other, to put them on as I could hear footsteps coming down the hall. I managed to get my jeans button done up but not the zip.
I threw myself onto the chair, in front of Dan’s P.C. pushed my legs under the table and made out I was doing something on the computer, just as her mum and dad appeared through the door.
Dan casually stood next to me, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and said so sweetly, “Hi mommy, hi daddy” like some innocent 6 year old.
“Hi ya Jack” boomed her father as he reached out to shake my hand. I offered mine meekly, trying to hide myself under the table. “Hi Mr. Svensonn”.
Dan’s mum then put her arms around me and gave me a big hug.
“Dan hasn’t stopped talking about you all week” boomed her dad, “Nice to see the two of you together again.
Her mom, cupped Dan’s face and pecked her on the lips. Call it woman’s intuition or the recognition of a familiar taste, she squinted her eyes at her daughter.
“You two being good?” she asked. “Very good mummy” Dan coyly answered.
“Come on lets make tea, I’m famished” her dad chipped in. They both made their way out the room, “Stopping for tea Jack?” asked her mom as she exited the room.
“Er yes please” I answered.
She popped her back around the door, “Well you’d better pull your zipper up”.
I went crimson, Dan burst out laughing as her mom winked at her.

At tea we made small talk, nothing serious until Dan’s mum said “I suppose we’d better think about getting you on some sort of contraception young lady”.
“MUM!” Dan responded, blushing.
Her dad chirped in “I don’t think she’s ready for that yet honey, you kids are too young to be fooling around yet aren’t you?” as if in statement rather than question.
I don’t know who he was trying to fool, us or himself, not wanting his little princess to be all grown up.
“Never the less it’s time we started thinking about it”.