Get Out!

The first time I lost my virginity. Mmm… I was fifteen at the time. It was winter at the time. This boy also wore a leather jacket. This wasn’t the boy from the countryside that summer. This was a different boy. We weren’t exactly dating. We just started hanging out. I didn’t know how I pulled him, but I must have been doing something right.

I think this was about Christmas time. Yeah, that was it. Downtown was all covered in Christmas decorations. All of those angels. All of them.

I couldn’t help but smile to myself. (Merry Christmas to me.)

Anyway, we were walking home. It was a cold night that night. So cold that my own coat wasn’t helping. I bundled myself tightly in my coat. That might as well have done nothing.

“You okay?” that beautiful boy asked. I shook my head.

“Aw, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“Cold…” I said through chattering teeth. He pulled me closer to his body.

“Better?” he asked. My cheeks felt hot.

“A little bit,” I said. That beautiful boy chuckled.

“I can warm you up even more,” he said. I looked up with wide eyes.

“How?” I asked. He nudged me to his side.

“Let me show you,” that boy said. He pulled me along with him to my place. I would’ve followed him anywhere.

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Present Day

“I have something I wanted to try,” I said. My boyfriend lifted his head.

“What?” he asked.

“Wait here,” I said. I jumped up from the bed. I walked over to the vanity table and swung my hand over the lids and bottles.

“Let’s see, where is it?” I asked.

“What are you doing?” my boyfriend asked.

“Shush!” I shouted. I kept looking for that small red and gold jar I bought the other day.

“Ah! Here it is!” I said. I picked up that pretty little jar. When I first saw it, I knew that I just had to have it and test it out. I spun around with a big smile on my face. My boyfriend looked confused.

“What is that?” he asked. I giggled as I walked over to our bed.

“Oh…” I said. “Just a little heating oil.”

“What?” he asked.

“Shhh. Don’t move,” I told him. I twisted open the jar and let the little drops land on his stomach. My boyfriend gasped in shock.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“Hot!” he shouted. His body spasmed. I gently caressed his cheek.

“Shhh. It’s okay. It’s okay. Just relax,” I said. I let more heating oil touch his chest and abdomen. I took my time with it too. Part of this was payback for not noticing my clothes earlier. Plus, I loved to make him whimper. My boyfriend started breathing heavily. His body trembled as he started to strain in his pajama pants. This would’ve been better if I had tied him down to the bed beforehand.

Meanwhile, I licked my lips. This was turning out better than how I had pictured it. I grabbed him by his pajama bottoms and yanked them down. I threw them out of the bed and pulled down his boxers. I couldn’t help but wonder…

“Babe,” I said. My boyfriend looked up at me, panting.

“What?” he asked. I moved the jar of heating oil so that it lingered over his erect cock. I looked him in the eye.

“Either this oil or my mouth is going on your cock,” I said. (I didn’t know if the oil was safe enough to consume, but I couldn’t let him know that.) My boyfriend whimpered as he tried to process what I was getting at.

“Come on,” I said. “Which one will it be—the oil or my mouth?” My boyfriend gulped.

“O-O-Oil…” he said at last. Heh, how did I know? That’s when the wheels in my head started turning.

“Hang on,” I said. I climbed off of my man and walked over to the nightstand. I pulled open the top drawer and reached inside. I pulled out four black scarves. He stared at me with big eyes.

“Oh…” he murmured. I giggled and tied down his wrists and ankles to the bath. My boyfriend turned his head.

“Where are we going with this?” he said.

“Shhh,” I said. Once I was sure that he was tied down tight, I picked up the jar of oil again.

“How badly do you want me to keep pouring this on you?” I asked. My boyfriend whimpered at me.

“P-P-P-Please… Don’t tease me like this! I want to fuck you so badly!” he shouted.
“I have to be inside or you or I will go crazy!” He gave me sweet little puppy dog eyes for extra measure. I smirked at him as I shook my head.

“Heh,” was all I said. I turned and walked out of the room.

“Hey! Where are you going?!” he shouted. I looked over my shoulder with a little smirk.

“I’m just going to leave you there to think about how badly you want me to fuck you,” I said. “Don’t go anywhere.” I winked and blew him a kiss.

Then, I was out the door.