Taking Him Deep For Movie Night

“And—done,” I whispered, spinning the top of the nail polish. I held out my bare feet, carefully wiggling my toes as I inspected the colour. “Damn French-tips take forever. But they are his favourite.”

I laid back onto the pillows of my best friend Kayla’s bed. With her at cheer camp for the next few days, and her dad out of town, I had the house to myself. I grabbed for my phone and messaged Carter.

We are still on for the movie tonight, right?;) I had already confirmed earlier, but I couldn’t help asking again. I only hoped it didn’t come off as desperate uncertainty.

I bit my lip with anxious anticipation as I waited for a reply. Finally my phone vibrated.

You know it Steph. Kayla’s house?

Yup! I replied. I pursed my lips, pulled up the fringes of my bathrobe, and took a quick photo of my legs and feet. I attached it to another message—then hesitated.

“You haven’t even kissed him yet,” I whispered to myself, “what if he thinks this is actually just a movie night? As friends?” My finger pressed send anyways.

Woah. Cute! he replied. I’ll be there in like an hour.

Can’t wait!

“An hour—okay. That is enough time, right? What do I have left to do?” I went through the checklist in my mind. Showered. Shaved. Picked out an outfit. Draped over the corner of the bed was one of Kayla’s jumpers—easy to get on and just as easy to get off if I needed.

I slid off the bathrobe and into the matching bra and thong piled next to the jumper. I struggled to tuck my transgirl cock, anxiously thinking about Carter coming over. Not that I had been with a guy before. If I was lucky, he would be the first.

After snapping on the bra, I jumped into the jumper. “Alright,” I reassured myself, “now just makeup and hair.”

I swear I glanced at the clock every thirty seconds as I finished getting ready. You are getting way ahead of yourself, Steph. Best case scenario Carter kisses you and that’s it. Not like you would know what to do anyways if he wanted to do more.

With the movie ready, a blanket set out, and snacks on demand, all I could do now was wait. My heart leaped with fright and excitement as the doorbell rang. I rushed to the door, fumbling with the lock with nervous energy.

I don’t think I hear a word of the first thirty minutes of the movie, my mind racing with questions. He hadn’t made any moves, and only a few glances in my direction. I guess this is just a friend movie night.

He shifted a hand beneath the blanket and put a hand on my bare thigh.

“About time,” I whispered, immediately embarrassed.

Carter laughed. “You could have made the first move.”

“No way,” I said, turning to face him. “Movie was my idea. You get to make the moves.”

His fingers traced the inside of my thigh ever so gently. “Alright then,” he whispered, then kissed me. It was slow at first, then got heavy. He squeezed my thigh, then grabbed my hand and put it on his jeans.

I could feel his rock hard bulge, Carter guiding my fingers to stroke along the edges. When he moved his hand higher up my thigh, I squeezed his cock. He groaned with discomfort.

“Too much?” I panted.

“Just a little bit of a weird angle,” he said, shifting his jeans.

“Sorry—if I can do it better, you can tell me?”

“You could—um—well,” he whispered nervously, “you could—pull it out?”

I bit my lip, staring at the outline of his cock. I shifted beneath the blanket, putting my legs in his lap, and pulling the blanket back so that my feet were showing. I knew he liked feet. Then I gently palmed his jeans just above his cock.

He looked at my feet, then put a hand on my ankle. We started to kiss again. With trembling fingers I moved along the waist of his jeans, twisting the button, and slowly unzipping the front.

My heart was beating fiercely as I slid my hand beneath his boxers. His body was warm to my cold hand. Carter yelped with a smile as I ran my fingers over his cock still in his jeans.

As I pulled at his jeans, he arched his back to make it easier for me. I slid them down, his cock bouncing out of his boxers. I gripped the tip with one hand, feeling along his shaft with my other. When I pulled my hand away it felt slick, a bit of precum clinging to my fingers.

I wiped it along his shaft, softly squeezing and stroking. He gave out a little moan, then reached around and grabbed my ass on the outside of the jumper. With his other hand still on my ankle, he lift my leg out of the blanket. He started to kiss at my knee, continuing downward until running his tongue along my toes.

It tickled for a moment, and I let out a chirp.

“Sorry,” he said.

“No, no—it is just new to me. I sort of like it though,” I smiled.

I started to tug on his cock with both hands, finding a rhythm that I thought he liked. He licked my toes a bit more, then grabbed both my feet and put them around his cock. He pushed my arches firm around his cock, rubbing up and down along my soles.

“Do you—want to go to the bedroom?” I whispered.

We both stood, kissing up the steps as we went fumbled our way into Kayla’s bedroom. I closed the door behind us, letting the straps of the jumper fall over my shoulders to hang around my waist. Carter put a hand beneath my bra, squeezing at my small breasts.

            He leaned against the bed as we kissed. I tugged at the tip of his cock as I grabbed at his balls.

“What next?” I asked weak of breath.

“Get on your knees,” he whispered, pushing on my shoulders, my jumper clinging to my hips. I grabbed his cock and looked up at him. He wants me to suck his cock.

I held out my tongue, running it along the tip of his cock. Pre-cum dribbled into my mouth. I kept my tongue out, stroking his cock back and forth. Then I licked my way down to his balls, slurping up one and sucking on it.

His cock felt good in my mouth. Even better than I had fantasized. I moved back, sucking on just the tip. Feeling every rib of the shaft as it moved over my lips.

Carter grabbed my ponytail, pushing his cock further and further into my mouth. I coughed, and he pulled out, a string of spittle connecting my lips with his cock.

He pushed deeper down my throat. I could hardly breath as I fought down another gag, though this time suppressing it. My lips reached the base of his cock, and he was fully down my throat.

I pulled back gasping for air with pure pleasure. His cock was slick as I stroked it while I caught my breath. I put it in the side of my cheek, popping in out with a thwap. He held the back of my hair again, thrusting in and out of my mouth as his balls slapped against my chin.

Then he slowed, holding down the back of my head while I deep throated him. I started to gag, but he kept me down.

And then I felt his cock throbbing—pulsating as he cummed in my throat.

I gasped for air, my mouth and throat full of sticky cum. His cock pulsed again, shooting cum onto my face to dribble down my chin. I stuck out my tongue as he finished cumming, filling my mouth.

For a moment I was motionless, breathless, mouth watering with the taste of warm cum. I looked up at him, swirling it around in my mouth, then swallowed it. It felt slick as it slipped down my throat. He leaned back on the bed and groaned happily as I wiped down my face with the discarded bathrobe.

“I’ll be honest,” he said, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

I pushed him back onto the bed, laying down between his legs with my feet up in the air. I grabbed his limp cock, a bit of cum sticking to my finger. I licked it off and kept stroking.

“I think I can do better this time,” I whispered, then took his cock in my mouth again.