Joshua Adams… Could there be a more perfect example of a male specimen?

Brains? About to graduate valedictorian, so check.

Body? Captain of the wrestling team, hubba hubba.

Girlfriend? Nope, ready for the picking.

I’ve had my eye on Joshua since he started 10th grade here as a transplant from Idaho. Much to my dismay, he hasn’t had his eyes on me, or anyone else. Oh don’t get me wrong, we’ve become good friends. He’s just so convinced that if he even shows a small interest in anyone he is going to burn in hell. The product of a super religious upbringing.

But that ends today. We’ve got three weeks left until summer break and we both head off to college. We are both eighteen, and I’m going to make sure he’s a consenting adult because I sure as hell will be.

I’m sitting on the bleachers waiting for him to finish getting cleaned up after his last match. We are supposed to grab some food after school together after all.

The gym has cleared out, it’s just me, and soon to be him. I heard the door open at the far end coming from the locker rooms. My eyes darted to them, and there he was, freshly showered, looking all handsome, and most importantly alone.

He approached and I stood from my seat.

“Where are we going Steph?” he asked as he approached.

“I was thinking sushi,” I said with a smile on my face. Knowing he wouldn’t touch sushi with a ten-foot pole.

“Eeew! You know I don’t do sushi. How about burgers at Burger Barn?” he responded. Reaching over to grab my backpack from its resting place.

“Nope, it’s my turn to pick, and I pick sushi!” I declared with a triumphant smile.

“Them there is fighting words, my lady,” he said with an equal smile.

Yes! Exactly what I expected him to say. Oh, Joshua, I know you so well.

“Tell you what, you wrestle me for it. If you can pin me for 5 seconds, you get to pick where we go. If I can pin you, I get to pick,” I started to say.

“Oh that would be too easy, you wouldn’t stand a chance!” he interrupted.

“I didn’t finish,” I said sternly. “When I win, since I am shorter, lighter, and obviously not your match, you have to do whatever I want for the next thirty minutes. You cannot say no. Your word is your bond. If I ask you to murder someone, you have to do it. You know God doesn’t tolerate liars.” I said in a tone that left no doubt I expected to win.

“Wow Steph, that’s pretty serious,” he said taking a step back from me and giving me a firm stare.

“And I am serious about wanting Sushi today,” I quipped back.

“Very well, but no cheating. None of that tickling crap you always try. No pinching, no biting. Fair and honest,” he said reaching out his hand to shake.

I took his hand in mine and gave it a shake. “Agreed, but you have to uphold your end as well. If I win, I get ANYTHING I WANT for 30 minutes, even if it means you burn in hell for eternity,” I said.

He squinted his eyes at me. I could tell he was having a moment of hesitation.

“What’s got you so worked up Steph?” he asked.

“Oh nothing, I just know you won’t ever go back on a promise,” I said with a huge grin.

“Ok, well no matter, this is going to be over in five seconds flat,” he said.

There weren’t any mats left out, so we just moved to the center of the basketball court.

“Ready? I’ll count to three,” he said.

I nodded and he began counting. As soon as he hit one he lunged forward in an obvious attempt to tackle me to the ground. It was exactly what I was expecting. I wasn’t a wrestler, but I had been watching his matches for years now, and I had been practicing for this moment for weeks.

I quickly sidestepped out of his reach. His forward momentum kept him from being able to correct quickly. My right leg came out and caught his ankle just enough to trip him. As he fell to the ground I rushed forward positioning myself above his shoulders. He tried to roll, but I expected it and he fell directly into position for me to wrap my legs around his neck. Quickly I locked my ankles and positioned my upper body mass on top of his right arm.

He tried to bring his left arm up to break my hold, but I just squeezed tighter.

“Yield!” I screamed.

“One,” I yelled out as he struggled to push my thighs apart with his hand.

“Two,” I grunted as he was trying to use his strength to free his right arm.

“Three,” came out with a gasp as I used every last ounce of strength to hold him.

I wasn’t going to make it to five, he was too strong, I needed a distraction.

“Bet you wish I was naked so you could smell my pussy in your face!” I shouted at him.

That did it, for just a moment his fight subsided.

“Five! I win!” I proclaimed triumphantly.

He in turn patted my leg to let him up, but I didn’t.

“Oh, no mister! A promise is a promise,” I declared.

Before he could react I used my left hand to pull his sweatpants and boxers down in one swift motion, and my right to grab his cock and guide it to my mouth. It wasn’t the easiest position to achieve, I had to keep my legs locked around his neck and get myself on top of him enough to reach him, but I knew if I let him go, this would all be over too soon.

My only hope here was to get his lower brain to take over before his big brain could react. Cock sucking isn’t exactly my forte, but I was pretty sure I had seen enough videos and practiced on my dildo enough that I would at least rock his virgin world.

I sucked his flaccid penis into my mouth and quickly began to wrap it with my tongue.

“Steph!” he blurted out.

“What the hell!” came out with a gasp.

I sucked him hard and circled the tip with my tongue.

His left hand pushed at my legs around his neck, but his cock was also quickly growing hard in my mouth.

“Steph, what are you doing, this is a sin!” he cried out.

My left hand found his balls and I began to stroke them as my head began to bob on his shaft.

His right hand stopped struggling beneath me and I took the decrease in resistance and shifted to give me a bit better access.

His cock now rock hard was six maybe seven inches, and tears weld up in my eyes as I guided it into my throat.

A moan escaped his lips, and his left hand began to give up the fight.

I held him deep in my throat while my hand stroked his balls as long as I could, then I pulled back to catch my breath.

“Steph, you’re going to make me pee!” he exclaimed as he resumed his struggle. I quickly tightened my legs and put my weight back onto his right arm to keep him from using it to push me off.

I focused on the tip of his cock, flicking my tongue across the sensitive underside. My right hand stroked the part of the shaft not in my mouth, and the left gave his balls a gentle tug.

“Steph I am serious! I can’t hold it,” he cried into my thigh.

Then I felt his tense as his cock twitched sending stream after stream into my mouth.

I froze for a moment as the first stream hit the back of my throat and caught me by surprise. Then I resumed my sucking and stroking, though a bit more gently.

“Oh Steph, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t hold it,” he almost sobbed.

“You didn’t pee you idiot, you just came in my mouth, and I rather enjoyed it,” I said in a little more mocking tone than I had intended.

“In fact, I enjoyed it so much, I am going to make you cum again because I still have several minutes left on your promise,” I added before returning my mouth to his shaft and licking the cum that had dribbled down his shaft while I talked.

“Oh my god Steph! This is a sin, you will surely burn in hell for this, and you have made me sin with you,” he anguished.

His protests subsided though as I pulled his balls a little more firmly and squeezed his cock shaft between index and thumb a little more tightly.

I held his cock still in my mouth resting it on my tongue, as I had read the tip can be too sensitive immediately after cumming. I stroked him and massaged him for another couple of minutes, his cock which had softened slightly after cumming was now fully erect again.

As I began to bob my head again, he let a moan escape his lips. His left hand now rested on my leg, it no longer put up any resistance.

I continued to gently stroke his balls with my fingers, while I treated his shaft as my personal lollipop.

Sensing all resistance had faded, I shifted so I was now fully on top of him in a sixty-nine position. I was wearing a pleated knee-length skirt and a G-string. So I was well aware that I had just given him a very good view.

“Umm, Steph…” was all that came out of his mouth.

I wanted to let him ponder the view a moment, so I just kept on working for my second treat of the day. To my delight, it didn’t take long. I wasn’t entirely sure I could get a second round out of him, but I guess he probably had a lot stored up, being a virgin and all. Was he still a virgin? I guess in some ways he was, this was only oral, and many would argue that didn’t fully count.

I felt him begin to tense, and I released his balls and his shaft, delaying his second cumming.

“You know, I’m having a lot of fun here, but what would make it even more fun is if you would put that mouth of yours to work,” I said half teasing.

“Umm, what do you mean?” he asked hesitantly.

“Oh Joshua, my Joshua, so much to learn. First, you use your hand, and pull my panties to the side. Then you use your tongue and you lick my slit. At the front of my slit, you will find a little nub, if you lick that real good, I’ll give you a special reward,” I said, kind of mocking, but also loving.

He hesitated for a few moments too long, but then as I took him back into my hand, he did as I instructed.

I gasped as he gave me a tentative kiss and then a soft lick on the outside.

“There you go, she doesn’t bite, and she tastes good, press your tongue inside and see for yourself,” I said.

“Umm, she?” he asked with a clear hint of confusion.

I took a moment to suck on his cock.

“This here is Sir Tasty, I’m going to name him that, because he is very tasty,” I said matter of factly. “What you are about to taste is my kitty, you can name her whatever you want, as long as you are licking her like a good boy,” I added.

I gave some more attention to his cock, and after another few moments, I felt his head lift as he pressed his tongue into my slit. It was very soft, very slow. I made an effort to moan loudly on his cock allowing the vibrations to transmit to his nerves.

That did the trick and he licked me a little more firmly. At first, he kept his tongue near my opening, darting it in and out, and pressing lightly into my love canal.

“Lick along my slit until you find my clit,” I instructed.

He hesitated for a moment and then his tongue began to slide forward towards my belly.

“There, right there, you feel that with the tip of your tongue? That’s the spot, you want to lick it, suck it, and flick it with your tongue,” I offered as guidance.

He took his time, but I made sure to give him plenty of encouraging moans as he hit the right spot.

With him now actively participating, I went back to work on his shaft. Sucking it down my throat while I massaged his balls.

I went slow, I wanted to edge him for a while. Plus I was starting to really enjoy his tongue and didn’t want that to end.

It didn’t take long for him to reward my efforts though, and he moaned into my pussy as his load shot down my throat. I let his spasms stop and then pulled back a little before I blacked out from lack of oxygen.

I lifted up on my arms and then sat up, straddling his face. To my pleasure he kept his tongue going, and I started to rock myself back and forth helping to direct him.

“That’s it, babe, keep that up and you are going to earn your reward, right there, that’s the spot,” I spoke softly and encouragingly.

“That’s it, right there, faster, don’t stop, I’m so close,” I cried out as his tongue flicked my bean.

He continued, seeming to be invigorated by my encouragement, and seconds later I was sent of the top. My body shaking as my excitement leaked down onto his face.

He hesitated for a long moment, probably unsure if he had done something wrong, but then his tongue returned as he licked the juices dripping from me.

I climbed off his face and turned around straddling his waist, placing his softening cock just below my throbbing pussy. Then I leaned down and began to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.

He clearly hadn’t been to kissing practice, so I took it slow, sucking his bottom lip as I leaned forward to stroke his hair.

“I’m going to make you a man now,” I whispered to him.

Then I sat up and lowered myself, aligning his cock length-wise under me. I began to slowly rub it back and forth with my wet pussy. His eyes nearly popped out of his head, but he didn’t complain.

It took longer than I had wanted, but I guess that’s cause I had drained him pretty good, but he finally came back to attention. Then without warning, as I slid forward and the tip reached my opening I reached down and lifted him up so he would enter me.

He moaned loudly as I slid in all the way inside me. My god that cock felt good. Just the right size.

“Oh Joshua, that feels so good, do you feel how tightly I wrap around your cock? It’s like God made us the perfect size for each other,” I said.

He nodded his head but gave no verbal response, his eyes fixated on the spot where our bodies had joined.

Slowly I began to lift myself up and then slide back down on him. Giving him a moment to acclimate to the new sensations. His hands seemed lost as to what to do, constantly shifting between the ground, my knees, and his chest. So I took them gently in mine and brought them to my breasts, leaning forward so he could reach them.

I balanced on my own hands as I began to grind myself against him. Feeling his length slide in and out of me as I did so. I moaned, and he moaned.

I worked our bodies, trying not to go too fast, but fast enough that I was able to enjoy it as well.

“I’m, I’m going to cum again,” he blurted out.

“Not yet, please not yet, I am so close,” I begged.

I sat up straighter and grabbed his hands which while holding my breasts were taking no other action and squeezed, encouraging him to squeeze them.

He did so and I rocked back and forth on him, feeling his shaft rub me deeply.

“Oh baby, you’re going to make me cum too, I’m so close, don’t stop,” I begged again, although I was in control, so stopping wasn’t much of an option for him.

“I can’t,” he blurted out as I felt his cock begin to spasm inside me.

I slammed down onto him feeling him as deep as I could, and it was just enough, the twitching inside me hitting just right and sending me over the edge. My body squeezed his over and over as we both cried out in ecstasy.

I collapsed onto him as his cock slipped delicately from my body. His arms wrapped around me, and he wept.

I caught my breath for a moment and then lifted up to look into his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“You have brought me to sin, you have violated the Lord’s word, and we are surely going to be struck down for this,” he said between sobs.

I sat up and scooted forward onto his belly, then took his face in both hands.

“Listen to me, Joshua. You have done nothing wrong. You can blame me if you want, I made you do it, and I don’t regret it at all. I have wanted you from the moment we met, and I am glad I got to finally have you. I’m in love with you silly man, I have been, and you have been too wrapped up in what you think is right and wrong to notice. God hasn’t struck you down, God hasn’t ever struck anyone down. This whole school is filled with non-virgins and we are still walking around alive and healthy. I don’t want to disrespect you, but it’s time you saw the truth. I love you, I wanted you, and I want you again and again. I hope you will open your eyes and want me to.” I nearly shouted at him.

Then I stood up and walked out of the gym.

I didn’t hear from him once that weekend, which was highly unusual. But I left him to be. I knew I had probably gone too far. But I worried that it was now or never. He would get to college and someone else would steal his heart.

Monday morning came and I dreaded heading to school. My dread deepened when he wasn’t there. The day went and nothing. I texted him, and he didn’t read it. I knew deep down I had lost him.

It was just after dinner that evening when the doorbell rang. My dad opened it and called for me. I rushed to the door, and much to my relief he was there. He had a duffle bag and looked exhausted.

“Can we talk?”, he asked motioning for me to come out onto the porch.

I did so and pulled the door behind me. I expected him to tell me he was leaving for good.

“My parents, I talked to them about my feelings for you, they told me I was bad to have such feelings for you, and that I needed to make a choice between you and the Lord,” he said, saddens dripping from his words.

Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, knowing what his choice would be, knowing this would be the last I ever saw him, all because I couldn’t wait.

“I chose you Steph,” he said flatly.

I couldn’t believe my ears.

“You, you chose me?” I said as tears flowed from my eyes.

“Yes, how could I not, you have shown me more love than anyone ever has in my life. If that isn’t what God wants, then God isn’t right,” he said with more conviction than I am used to from him.

My arms flew around him and our lips met. I hugged him with every ounce of strength I had. I was never going to let go.

He broke our kiss, and gently pushed me back. I looked at him in protest, but he spoke.

“My parents, they kicked me out, they told me that if I chose you, I would no longer be their son. They took my phone and everything I had, except this bag of clothes,” he whispered, a little desperation now in his tone.

“They what!”, I shouted.

…

My parents were kind enough to let him stay with us. We had separate rooms, but they were under no illusions. As they always said, they would rather I be safe than sneaking around to do something I was going to do anyway.

We are in our first your of college and sharing an apartment. Life is pretty good, and I haven’t regretted my actions ever again. Joshua has started to realize the world his parents fed him wasn’t everything they said, and life has a lot more to offer than he originally believed.