Erotica

Getting My Man at the Youth Club

A tale of a teenage girl, a message, and the boy she wants

I’d just reached one of Glasgow’s youth clubs which was open for older age groups when I got the message from Eloise. It said ‘saw a message on his phone. jacob’s going to visit someone after the club — and its tracey.’

The bitch. The bloody bitch! I hated Tracey.

Well, okay, that’s not usually true — but this was different. She was my friend when younger, when we were all still at school. She still was in a way, but this was another thing altogether. She was stealing my fella. Or at least stealing the fella I was targeting.

She knew that as well. Everyone knew that Jacob was mine. Everyone but Jacob it seemed. I’d been practically throwing myself at him the last couple of weeks at the youth club, but he’d not been responding in the way I’d expected. And now I knew why. Tracey.

She was a good-looking girl, I’d give her that much, but she wasn’t going to take him away from me. Especially when I’d never really had him in the first place! That would give her a major boost among the others, knowing that I wanted him and yet she’d stolen him from right under me.

In fact, if that was going to be the way it was, then I was going to get in first.

I wanted him. Wanted him bad. I thought that we were all still virgins — I was anyway, just — but if that was what it would take, then I was down for it. Heck, I’d been doing myself at night thinking about him anyway, so it was about time that something happened for real. What was the point of being on the pill if you never put it to the test?

“Jacob, can I have a word in private? It’s about something really important.”

I’d just passed over my jacket and t-shirt to Els, and that left me in a bra top that showed off my cleavage in an impressive manner. Lots of flesh was in sight as well, as my upper half was now visible, and a few other guys at the club had certainly noticed.

That’s something Tracey couldn’t compete with. She might have her long blonde hair (almost certainly aided by dye), but when it came to tits, she barely had any. She was a bit scrawny all-round now that I came to think of it. I should just kick her butt and make her stay away!

I was playing with my hair, twirling it around my finger. I wasn’t sure why guys were supposed to like this, but every little helped. With my other hand, I gently scratched at the top of one of my boobs. If the damn idiot hadn’t seen them already, then I’d draw his attention to them in a more pointed fashion.

He had though, as had most people, and was now having a hard time taking his eyes off them. Guys love boobs and, let’s face it, mine were as good — or better — as anyone’s around here!

“Sorry, Jo, I need to go and see someone in a minute. Can we do this next meeting? Or you could message me if you like, and I’ll get back to you later?”

If the situation had been different, then I’d have said, ‘hey, my eyes are up here, creep!’ but that was the opposite of what I wanted. I wanted him to concentrate on me and forget all about Tracey and meeting her. If he stayed with me, and people heard he’d stood her up, then I’d be the big winner around here — and maybe get my man after all.

“Just for a minute. Please. And then if you want to go, you can. Okay? Please?”

I took him by the hand and half dragged him through to the back of the club and the passage to the toilets. He was protesting a little as I closed the door to the disabled loo and locked it behind him. But, when I took that hand and placed it over my left tit, that protest died.

“Erm, Jo, what are you doing?”

Like he couldn’t tell!

He didn’t get any further than that as I pushed my body against his, that hand getting trapped between us, and my other boob shoving into his torso. I then kissed him. Hard. I was wriggling so he was getting the full effect of my body, and his palm was cupping me rather nicely.

He was kissing me back, but that stopped, and he pulled his head away from mine.

“Hell, Jo, this is bloody fantastic, but I can’t stay! I’ve an appointment elsewhere and have to get out of here in a second. Really!”

The bastard! He was getting his hands on my tits for the first time, and he was still thinking of her. Not for bloody long. It was time to up my game. In this area, I had a hell of a lot more to offer than Tracey!

I took a half step back and used my hands to grip my top and pull it down. My tits sprang free and, when I let go of the bra-top, it sat underneath them, pushing them upwards rather nicely. As far as anyone here knew this was the first time my tits had been seen naked, and he was getting in first.

I took both of his hands, while he stood there looking at my tits with his mouth wide open, and put them onto my firm youthful flesh. He soon got the idea and started playing with them, and I then kissed him deeply as I encouraged him.

“Oh yes, that’s it, J, you like them? If we were dating, then you’d get to play with them whenever you liked. We could borrow your dad’s car and go for a drive if you wanted. Make out somewhere, and you get these to yourself!”

He was slowing and not giving me the level of enthusiasm I thought I deserved though. My tits were as good as any he’d ever have seen in real life — if any — and, while they may not measure up in size to some tart on the internet, they were the best he’d ever got near. So, what was his problem?

I stopped sloppy kissing him and bent his head downwards. Pushed my boobs into his face and made sure a nipple was there for the taking. That, he couldn’t resist. He sucked and slurped on that baby like a man possessed while squeezing the hell out of the other one. And then he stopped.

“Look, Jo, this is bloody amazing, but I need to…”

I cut him off then. I had to. He was going to say that he needed to go and meet Tracey, and I couldn’t take it. She had nothing to offer him that matched up to this, unless…?

No, she wouldn’t… Would she? Damn it, that was the only answer. She was offering more than tits, and I’d have to do the same, or more to keep him. Having gone this far, I’d be a laughingstock if I lost him now!

I stopped him talking by grabbing his belt, hurriedly undoing it, and then following with the button and zipper. Crouching down in front of him, I grabbed them by the rear and pulled them, and accidentally his boxers, to his knees. Although his words and actions had not been all I’d desired — and imagined — his cock was on a different page from the rest of him. That was most certainly interested in me.

I’d fooled around with a couple of guys in the recent past and had given one of them oral. He’d reciprocated as we experimented together. This was only the second dick I’d seen in the flesh, and it compared well to the other in size.

In taste, it lacked a little though. The other guy had taken a shower before we’d met up, and J could have used one. It wasn’t like it was his fault. It was getting on for the end of the day, so having a sweaty cock was probably normal for most guys. There was a small amount of precum on it as well, just to add to the flavour mix.

Given his hesitancy in getting to grips with my boobs, I didn’t waste time getting to know him in intricate detail before getting down to business. I’d have liked to have started slowly but, instead, I took in as much as I could, while using my tongue to move swiftly over the shaft.

I looked up to see his eyes closed and a look of pure pleasure on his face. Got you, I thought!

Having my boobs out as I knelt with his cock in my mouth, this was not the way I’d imagined the first few minutes alone with him would go. At some point, sure. A few weeks down the line, once we’d gotten to know each other better and all of that, built up to things in the usual way.

Snog, grope over clothing, grope under clothing, remove clothing, touch freely, use fingers and mouths on each other, then, eventually, oral and maybe, just maybe, if we truly hit it off, we’d then fuck. Okay, I’d planned for that possibility, but over time. Within moments of getting him alone for the first time, I was partially stripped and sucking away like a tart!

“Jo, believe me, I hate to do this, I really do, but I have to go!” His voice cracked as he spoke, almost as if he couldn’t believe what he was saying. “Can we meet up, maybe tomorrow, and pick up from here? This is fucking great, truly it is, but I need to leave. Now!”

The bloody bastard. The bloody bitch rather! Tracey was offering him more than this. She had to be.

Being a man, I couldn’t totally blame him for wanting to get what he could out of her tonight and then continue with my giving him a blowjob tomorrow. Men are like that, everyone knows it. I wasn’t going to let him leave now though. Walls have ears, and him walking out on me partway through a blowjob would ruin me!

He had to want this to continue, or else he must have something even better coming when he met with Tracey. I couldn’t understand him otherwise. I stood and, while taking an occasional stroke of his rock-hard cock, I undid my belt and dropped my jeans. He’d started to bend forwards, presumably to pull his back up, but stopped and watched as I sexily slid my panties down my legs.

Leading him by the dick, I stepped backwards until I could feel the toilet behind me. I sat on the lid and put him back in my mouth while pulling his right hand down over my pussy and pressing hard as I slid it up and down.

Blowjob and getting to finger me at the same time. Was this enough?

I sodding well hoped so as I’d never gone further than this with a guy. It wasn’t though, I could see it on his face. He was still hesitant about this. Fuck! His phone went off telling him he had a message, and mine did the same. He looked — proving his lack of commitment to what I was doing — while I ignored mine and did my best to get his full attention.

He glanced towards the door, and I knew what he was bloody well going to say as he opened his mouth. I was right. It was basically a repeat of what had come before. I was devastated, not just by his apparent disdain (although he was polite enough about it), but by this time I was hot, and wanting something for myself. The final straw was knowing that he’d be laughing about this with her later in the evening.

With the stakes being raised all the time, I decided to go for it. I stood, still holding his cock in my hand, and pushed my body against his. My almost naked body. I put his cock between my legs and rubbed my way along it, clenching slightly with my thighs to hold it.

“Fuck me,” I said. “I’m on the pill, so we don’t need a condom if you don’t have one, but fuck me. Right here and now. I want you inside my pussy. You can feel how wet I am for you. Put your cock inside me.”

He still didn’t react, so I pressed on.

“Please, J, I’ll do anything you want. You can even film us on your phone if you want, if you promise to keep it to yourself, but I need you to fuck me now!”

I couldn’t understand it. I was sliding along him, giving him a thigh job (I suppose you could call it) while showing him my body and asking him to take me, yet he was hesitating.

I was a bloody good-looking girl! I had a great body, one that all the guys in the club, Jacob included, had expressed interest in getting their hands on before now, yet here I was offering him everything, and he was not taking it. Taking me!

“You’re not gay, are you? Sorry, there’s nothing wrong with that if you are.”

I immediately regretted saying that as I could see his facial reaction, and anyway, his cock was definitely saying he was interested in girls.

“Do you want anal? I’ve never done it, hell, I’ve never had a cock in my pussy either! I’m still a virgin, so you’d be my first either way, but I’ll do it if you want.” I was trying to keep my voice level and not sound too desperate. “You let me know what you want, and I’ll do it!”

I could swear that he wanted to have me. It was almost as if he was having to fight his own hands to get them off my tits, but he was doing it. He was effectively disengaging, and I didn’t know what I’d done wrong. I had no experience in these matters.

In my head at least, I’d always assumed that if I dragged a guy into a room and told him he could fuck me how he wanted, there would be no issues!

“Jacob, I’ll do anything you want. Anything. It doesn’t matter how dirty or disgusting. If you’ve seen some sort of weird porn and want to do it with me, then I’m up for it. If you fuck me now, then tomorrow I’ll give you anything else you want as a bonus. If you want me to dress up, or role-play, or… or anything, then you’ll have it.”

Shit. I knew I was getting desperate, but I hadn’t realised it was quite that bad. Having come this far though, I wasn’t going to let her beat me. I was going to get J inside me and make sure that he didn’t go to that skank, Tracey. He was rock hard between my legs right now. I wanted to use him up so that she’d get nothing.

“Anything,” I tried to say in my most sexy and seductive voice, “Think of that, Jacob. I’ll be anything you want me to be. Do anything you want me to do. I’ll suck and fuck and act in whatever way you damn well want. I just want you to fuck me now. Please?”

That seemed to do it. He spun me around and shoved me forward so that I was leaning against the cistern with one knee on the lid of the toilet. There was no playing around as he slid his solid cock into my pussy and started thrusting away. His hands came to my front, one grabbing at my tits and pulling my torso into his, and the other holding my throat tightly.

I hadn’t been lying, and I was already wet for him.

Which was just as well as he wasn’t taking any prisoners here. There was no foreplay, and not a great deal of finesse either. I’d got what I wanted though. He was fucking me, so that slut, Tracey, was going to be sorely disappointed. I assumed he’d not go and see her tonight now, but even if he did, she was going to get nothing as I was going to milk his cock and take everything he had.

For a time, all I could focus on was the noise of my pussy as he rammed in and out, and the feel of his cock as he drilled me. That squelching sound is so embarrassing! The accompaniment to that was his panting, and the sound of his balls thwacking off my body as he went all the way in. I was gasping along as well, in time with his thrusts.

After a little while though, I became aware of another set of sounds. There were people outside the toilet door. Whether someone had gone to use one of the other loos and heard what was going on, or people had wondered what was taking us so long, what we were doing was no longer private.

The news that Joanne and Jacob were fucking in the disabled toilet must have gone around the club at the speed of light. Crap!

By the time that he shot his cum deep inside me, he was making a lot of noise and, although quite embarrassed about it, as I knew that others would hear me, so was I. Damn it, this was far from what I’d intended to happen, but I was making the most of it. I could hardly do anything else.

When we had finished, we quickly straightened our clothes, but it wasn’t like we were going to be able to deny what had happened. The room had to stink of our sex and, looking down, I could see that my barely covered tits had white indentation marks on them from where his fingers had been squeezing me hard.

Half the club were waiting for us in the corridor as J opened the door and we tried to leave. There was a loud cheer and a lot of quite rude comments and laughter about what we’d been doing. All of this was highly embarrassing, but I’d have been doing the same if the tables were turned.

“Jo, I’ll see you tomorrow so that you can carry out some of what you promised me in there,” he said, speaking right into my ear to make himself heard. “I always fancied you at school, so how about wearing your old uniform, and we can fuck. I’ll also do you anal, seeing you offered. And film it. Now though, I really need to go. I’ll see you early evening tomorrow.”

He shot off through the crowd and left me standing there. All of the comments started coming at me, and I told them to fuck off as I pushed through them to see where he had gone. I was just in time to see his back as he went out of the main doors but, seeing Tracey standing with her friends as a part of the jeering crowd, stopped me dead. He wasn’t going to her, so what the hell was going on?

None of his close friends were about, and I didn’t think they’d give me the low-down anyway. I took out my phone and checked my messages. The one I’d missed while trying to get fucked in the toilets was from my friend Eloise.

‘sorry, autocomplete error on earlier message. meant to say “he’s going to visit someone — and its stacey” not “its tracey.” isn’t stacey his kid sister in hospital?’

Oh. Bloody. Fuck! That stupid bitch.

Stacey was seriously ill in hospital, so it was no wonder that Jacob had been trying to get away and see her. I hoped that she was alright, but I suddenly had other things to worry about.

I’d just fucked a guy in the toilets (and I could feel his cum leaking from my pussy), and everyone here knew it. Knew that he’d not even been my boyfriend, although I’d wanted it that way. And, not only that, but tomorrow I was supposed to let the guy take my arse as well. While I was dressed up in my old school uniform. Had he said he was going to film it as well? Shit!

I’d just lost my virginity because of a text error! Acted like a total slut because of it and offered the guy anything he could dream up. I had no idea what his imagination was going to provide as inspiration, but could only hope that I could backtrack a little on what I’d agreed to.

Now that I knew that Tracey was not involved, my motivation had changed. Dramatically!

My reputation was going to be in tatters but, looking on the bright side of things, at least I’d got my man.

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