Randi Takes Charge

Randi arrived home from high school shortly after 3 pm to an empty house. She opened her math book, but soon became a little flushed as she recalled the physical encounter she had with Michael. The brief moment of impact crossed her mind over and over as she recalled the feel of Michael ‘s firm yet narrow frame against her shoulders and chest; and the brief bump of his hip just below her belly button. As the minutes passed, Randi was thinking less about her math work and more about Michael.



She wondered what it would be like to French-kiss him, and stared blankly ahead at her wall with her lips slightly parted while imagining their lips locked in a moment of heat; their wet tongues mingling with teen passion. Her thoughts kept going back to the feel of his body against hers, and she imagined Michael without his shirt. She hadn’t really seen him much outside of school, much less without his shirt, so she had to imagine what he was like underneath the fabric. In her mind, she ran her fingers down his bare chest and stomach.

Randi felt her body becoming a little warmer and her skin a little tingly almost as if she were nervous and had butterflies in her stomach. She was caught up in her little fantasy and imagined how it would feel if he moved his kisses to her neck. She had never actually even French-kissed a boy much less been in such an encounter as she was imagining. Her thoughts took a life of their own now as she imagined herself and Michael sitting together, him without his shirt and donning a pair of cutoffs. It was then that her thoughts took a surprising turn…her imagination became suddenly fixated on the button of Michael ‘s jeans.

She froze for a second and wondered just what things might be like under that denim. Being alone in the house with her fantasy, there was no reason to stop now…what could it hurt to continue her little investigation? In her mind, she saw her hand reach for his button and pop it open. With her curious eyes wide open and fixated on his crotch, she imagined slowly and carefully sliding down his zipper and pulling the flaps apart. Only now the inexperienced girl had no real idea of what he was like down there at all.

Randi hadn’t had any interaction with a “cock” before (as her girlfriends called it), so she just thought about the things she had seen on the web. Those women had sometimes put the men’s cock inside their mouths. She paused long enough to look down at the banana in her left hand; peeled halfway down, yet not started on. The site of the banana and the visual association with a cock brought a snicker to the freshman girl; but she quickly gathered herself, closed her eyes and brought the banana to her lips. She parted her lips and touched the banana just inside her mouth against her tongue.

The fact that she was committing a lewd act on a piece of fruit caused her to once again let out a little laugh; but still she remained aroused at the continuing fantasy and gained her composure. Doing her best to use her lips to keep teeth out of the way, she slid the banana a couple of inches inside her warm mouth; closing her eyes and imagining that it was Michael ‘s cock. What did it taste like, she wondered? Was it this big? It indeed became quickly apparent that she wasn’t going to be able to go much further with the banana as it was really becoming just too large to do much with.

However, the racy thoughts that had run through her mind had gone too far to stop now. She removed the phallic fruit from her mouth and gave it one last look as she sat down in front of her desk. Suddenly her cell phone rang and looking at the display her heart started thumping “big time”. It was Michael! And after checking whether her parents were home, he promised he would be there in about ten minutes.

Michael Comes Over

“Hey”, he said; his body feeling hot despite the cool autumn air.

“How did you get here so fast?”

“My best friend has his license and dropped me off,” he said.

Randi noticed the pink color of the skin on his neck and face and said, “You look like you’re hot”.

“Yeah, I guess so. I mean, a little bit.” He hadn’t really been in a situation with a girl where he felt quite like he did now. And words weren’t exactly flowing very well.

“How about something to drink?” Randi asked. She felt her stomach seem to turn hollow as she finished the sentence. Here she was inviting a boy she hardly knew into her house.

“Yeah…okay,” he responded.

Michael had no idea of Randi’s family situation. As he followed Randi around the side of the house, he wondered how her parents would react as she brought some boy they didn’t know into the house. Still, he followed Randi up to the door. He hesitated for just a moment, not sure if he was supposed to follow her in or wait here for her to bring something out. But she glanced back at him with a smile and said, “Come on in”.

Once inside the house, she poured a couple of glasses of juice and took them into the living room. She sat them on the table in front of the couch and sat down. Michael peered nervously around the room, listening for the sound of other people in the house, but all he heard was silence…no TVs, no radio, nothing.

“You can sit down, if you want,” she said.

Michael sat down on the edge of the couch cushion and grabbed one of the glasses from the table, though he didn’t take a drink. “So you have this whole place here to yourself? I mean…after school?”

“Yeah. It gets boring sometimes I guess. My mom gets here after six so I just kinda hang out”.

There was a short period of uncomfortable silence. Her eyes kept returning to Michael ‘s chest as the curiosity from her fantasy came rushing back to her. He stared blankly at the floor for a moment and Randi took the opportunity to let her eyes wander down his torso to the crotch of his shorts and then his legs. She noticed that he had light, almost blonde, hair that lightly covered his legs. She could feel her heart begin to beat more quickly. Her mouth felt really hot inside and her skin was tingling. Then she reached down and grabbed the remote control.

“You want to watch TV or something? I mean, if you have to go, that’s okay. I just…”

“No. Yeah. That’s cool. We can watch TV. I don’t really have anything to do. I mean, besides just sitting around my house, I guess.”

Randi turned on the television and they both watched as the screen filled with some program that didn’t seem very interesting. Both kids continued to watch for a moment though; not knowing really what to say. The two freshmen continued to sit on the edge of the couch cushions; Michael still holding his drink but yet to take a sip. There was definitely some odd, yet obvious chemistry going on between the young pair; though neither seemed to know exactly how to coolly diffuse the awkwardness.

Michael reached over to sit his drink back on the table in front of them, but as he sat back onto the couch he got the shock of his young life. In the blink of an eye, Randi suddenly leaned around in front of him, closed her eyes and pressed her mouth lightly against his. Too stunned to initially react, the boy sat frozen for the couple of brief seconds that their mouths clung together; but he didn’t protest. As quickly as she had made the move to kiss him, she closed the small part in her lips and pulled away; looking at him to get a read on his reaction. Both of their hearts were racing. Finally, Michael broke the tense silence.

“We can do that again, if you want to”, he laughed.

A little less sudden this time around, they moved toward each other and each turned their head slightly to accommodate the union of their mouths. They both had their lips slightly parted and kissed that way for about two seconds before closing their mouths against each other. But they didn’t pull apart like last time. Instead, Randi pressed towards him again and parted her lips a tad wider than before. Michael responded in kind, and Randi took the opportunity to press her tongue through her lips into Michael’s mouth. Though he felt as if he was floating in euphoria, he responded to Randi’s offering in cool and calm fashion by pressing his tongue into hers.

Continuing their passionate oral union, and seemingly with no intentions of pulling apart anytime soon, the two kids relaxed slightly back from the edge of the couch. Just as they did, Daniel dropped his right hand from Randi’s left arm. Though it wasn’t intentional, gravity brought his hand to rest right on Randi’s leg just below her shorts. He was initially taken by surprise when he realized that his hand had come to rest on the smooth skin of her upper leg. A small wave of fear washed over him as he awaited what would surely be a defensive reaction by his newfound teen temptress.

Michael ‘s whole body froze, though he continued to lightly circle his tongue with Randi’s as he awaited her rebuke. Seconds passed and nothing happened. The feel of her skin was unbelievable in his palm…he just couldn’t bear to remove his hand. Still in a state of awe, Michael suddenly felt her left hand fall onto his leg at the edge of his shorts. Only the shock wasn’t over. Not a second after her hand, fingers spread, hit Michael ‘s leg, she slid the hand under the leg of Michael ‘s shorts several inches before stopping on his thigh. The excited boy felt the immediate pressure of his young cock extend to its fullest in his boxers. He pulled away to take a short breath, and opened his eyes to see Randi looking directly back into them.

His chest pounding, he moved towards her quickly, pressing his mouth onto hers. The rush of cool air from the breath in his momentary separation was quickly taken over by the heat from their second oral embrace. Michael could feel the head of his cock pulsing intensely as Randi’s small hand lay just a couple of inches away. As if replying to her bold move from moments before, Michael lightly squeezed her slender leg, then relaxed his grip and slid it up underneath the cotton of her shorts.

He felt his entire body seem to catch fire as he continued to work his hand up her incredible thigh, his thumb slipping to the inside of her leg. Their mouths still locked, Randi let out a brief exhale from her nose and moaned lightly at Michael’s advance. She had never felt another’s hand in such a position on her body, and the feeling of his scorching palm felt intensely more exciting than anything she had ever felt alone.

Randi felt as if she was in a dream. Only this dream was more passionate than anything she had ever imagined and she began to feel her moist pussy aching for stimulation. She knew that if he left now, she would run to her room and furiously fuck herself with her fingers, surely coming harder than she ever had before. Her young hand pulsed as she began to work the firm muscle of Michael’s thigh. She couldn’t take it. Her hand cried out for more. She was beginning to lose control of her thoughts and began to react to the yearning of her mounting lust.

She turned slightly towards him and pressed her palm under the leg of his boxers, having no intentions of stopping. She felt the muscles in Michael ‘s leg contract as her hand aggressively sought its prize. In an instant, her fingertips touched the crease of his leg. She turned herself towards Michael, almost completely in front of him now, and made a right turn with her hand; reaching out in reckless, curious desire.