The Adult Story Hub

She shook her head. I believed her and was relieved. I loosened up.

"Did you like it?" I asked. "Giving a blowjob."

She shrugged. "It was ok. He tried to cum in my mouth but I pulled him out of my mouth and he kind of came on my cheek and shoulder. I wasn't very good at it. I think he was irritated because as he came I didn't know what to do and he kinda yelled at me to jerk him off while he was cumming. I kind of stank at it, I guess. We didn't really hang out after that. That was, like, a year ago."

I had to admit that hearing my little angel, Katie, talk about giving head and getting cummed on definitely got me hard and it was not only confusing for me, but also uncomfortable. If Katie had leaned forward a few inches, she'd feel my hard-on against her tummy. I tried to sort of arch my back and pull my crotch away from her without it seeming too obvious.

I couldn't help it. She looked so incredibly cute. So shy and cuddled up less than a foot away from me. She was irresistible. The fact that she could barely maintain eye contact with me while she told me about giving head was so adorable. I just wanted to lean forward, pull her towards me and embrace her, but my current physical state made that impossible.

"So, what about you?" she finally asked, looking up at me, with an innocent longing in her eyes.

"What about me?" I asked. The mood in the room was now far from silly and light-hearted. After Katie bared her soul to me not only about having urges as of late and about giving her first blowjob, the room just felt a bit warmer. My hard-on was definitely not helping things.

"Yeah..." she added. "Are you still a virgin?"

I felt horrible about having to tell those beautiful dark eyes that I had been with other girls. Not many, mind you, but one was just as bad as a hundred, I imagined. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted me to say 'yes' as badly as I wished I could say it. So the best thing I felt I could do is just tell the truth. "I've been with a few girls, yeah."

Like I expected, I could almost see her heart sink through the look in her eyes. But she came back strongly. "How many? A lot?" she asked, her voice was being spoken in hush, very intimate tones. Considering we were less than a foot apart, her voice was still barely audible.

We were both very comfortable at this point. We were both baring our souls to each other and it was strangely intimate. Our barriers were completely down and I knew I could tell her anything and I can only assume she felt the same. I had to almost reminisce about a time when Katie was just 'my sister'. When I looked into her eyes now, what I saw was a beautiful young treasure that I felt grateful for just knowing.

We were both sort of lost in the love game and we seemed anchored to each other because we knew that even if we failed at finding love in the outside world, we'd still have each other and our friendship was more powerful than even a love we could ever find with other people. Our bond was closer.

I remembered her question. "Not a lot. Seven, I think."

Her eyes widened and she seemed to not fancy the answer. "Seven? Wow. That's... a lot."

I smiled and tried to play it off. "Not really. I mean, I'm 4 years older than you so I've just had more time. I haven't been with a girl in almost a year." My answer didn't help much. Katie's expression was still one of indifference.

"So, do any of those girls still call you?" she asked.

"Oh, no. Not in awhile. I doubt I'll hear from any of them ever again. Some of them moved away. It's not really a big deal."

"Mm-hmm." She muttered, obviously not as cheerful or receptive as before. It was as if her cheery demeanor got up and walked out, leaving the rest of Katie there for me. I was losing her, I could tell by the look in her face, as her eyes wandered down. I had to think fast.

I touched her left shoulder and smiled. "Come on, Katie. What's wrong? So I slept with a few girls a few years ago. Does that make me a horrible person?"

She slowly shrugged up her shoulder to get me to remove my hand, which I did, along with my smile. She looked down with complete apathy. "I guess I just expected more from you. I don't know. So, would you just sleep with these girls on the first date, or what? As quick as you could get them into bed?"

I stared at her for a second, speechless.

"Katie, listen, I'm a guy, ok? A single guy. I would hang out with a girl I was interested in and, after awhile, if I found out she was interested in me, things would just happen. But every girl I slept with, I always hoped it would be something more. I don't sleep with anyone unless I care about them. Obviously, though, they didn't care enough about me to want to keep hanging out with me. Is that my fault?"

She thought for a second and then answered with a painfully calm demeanor. "I... I think I'm going to sleep in my bed tonight."

Without making eye contact again, she slowly slid backwards off the bed and stood up. I quickly stood up and made for the door, closing it before she could leave. She stopped, not protesting to my having closed the door. She just stood there, arms crossed, as if she was holding herself, eyes fixed to the floor.

"Katie, wait. Look at me." I said. But she refused to do what I asked.

I put my forefinger under her chin and lifted her face to mine. She finally made eye contact with me.

"What is wrong? I don't understand. Everything was so nice. It's been so great for weeks and then I mention about a few girls I was with years ago and you instantly get cold with me." I said, desperate to know what I'd done, but she just looked at me like she was afraid of me. "I've been with a few girls, yes, but I don't go out every weekend looking for girls to just have sex with. You know me. You should know me better than that."

Her eyes started to well up with tears. I couldn't understand it. I caressed her cheek.

After a few moments, she spoke. "I'm sorry."

It was so deeply sincere and heartfelt. I felt like apologizing to her for her having apologized to me. I turned to her and caressed her right cheek with my left hand, looking into her eyes. "I didn't know why you had gotten so mad at me." I said. "I mean, you're the only girl in my life, and that's how I want it to stay. You're my best friend, Katie. I love you. You're the best sister any guy could ask for. I don't want to lose you."

Tears were almost welling up in her eyes as she looked up at me. "I don't want us to fight like that again." She pleaded.

"Come on, Katie. You know how I feel about you. You're everything I want in a girl. Smart, funny, sweet, kind, extremely cute. But most of all you're my best friend."

She looked down, understanding what I'd meant and apparently feeling the same as I did. "I know. I feel the same way."

We were both still smiling, but now we were looking at each other with such a pure fondness. Strangely, the silence had become unbearable. The look she was giving me was the kind of look that led to babies. I could feel a stir in my boxers and had to break the ice.

"Hey, you wanna watch a movie in my room?" I asked.

"Sure." She said.

We went up to my room and as I was setting up the TV with a DVD, Katie sat down at my computer desk and started randomly clicking on stuff on the screen. "Hey." She said. "What kind of movies do you have saved on your computer?"

"Nothing much." I said. "Mostly some cartoons."

"And a lot of porn, huh?" she said with a devilish smile.

I stood up and walked over to the computer, turning off the screen. "Yes." I said smiling.

She switched the monitor back on. "Come on, I want to see too." She said. "Show me some."

I thought for a second, looking at her judgmentally, still smiling.

"Please?" she asked, with a grin I couldn't turn down.

"Ok. Here..." I said as I opened a video program on the computer. I opened the file folder and started slowly skimming through them. It showed thumb-nailed images of the first frame of each video. Katie was sitting forward, looking intently at each thumb-nailed image.

"Ooh! How about this one?" she said as she pointed at one image.

"Ok." I said as I clicked on it, opening the file, upon which the video started playing.

"So, what happens in this one?" she asked without taking her eyes from the screen.

"Umm, well, the guy cums inside the girl by the end of it." I said.

She looked at me. "Inside?" she said, scrunching her face.

"Yeah." I replied.

"But wouldn't she get pregnant?" she asked, now more intently.

"Mmm, I think they give the girl some kind of spermicide stuff that she puts inside before they do it. Either that or she takes one of those morning-after pills. That or both." I said.

"So that kind of thing works? Makes it so you can't get pregnant?" she asked, deeply inquisitive.

"Sure. Well, like 99% effective, I think." I said, and then had a thought. "Hey, this better not be giving you any ideas. I don't want you banging guys right and left without protection because of something I said." I said with a laugh.

"No..." she said, chortling. "I was just wondering is all..."

I was sly to her curiosity. "Yeah, wondering is what gets a lot of cute girls like you in trouble."

"Oh, stop it..." she said, gently pushing on my leg with her hand.

I smiled and walked away, lying down on my bed and turning the DVD on. I sat and watched my movie while Katie was glued to my computer screen. She was now leaning forward, her head propped up by her right hand, her arm resting on the computer desk.

"You can use my headphones to hear it if you want." I suggested.

"Oh, ok!" she said, reaching for the headphones and putting them on.

I went back to watching my movie. The porno she was watching lasted about 15 minutes. As I glanced over at her over the course of the duration of the porno, I noticed her legs would squirm slowly and she'd rub her knees together. Very gently and very slowly, but she was definitely squirming in my chair as she watched it.

I wondered "Was she somehow masturbating?" I tried not to survey her too long in case she turned around.

After the clip was over, I noticed her close the program. She spun around in my computer chair.

"Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." She said as she got up and walked out of the bedroom.

"Ahh..." I thought. She was probably doing the pee dance when here I thought she was rubbing her thighs together to masturbate. I felt a bit ashamed, but only for a split second.

I sat and watched TV for awhile until I realized that Katie had been in the bathroom for over ten minutes. Just as I pondered that, Katie came in, seemingly light as a feather. She exhaled deeply, then smiled, and jumped onto the bed next to me. She was lying on her tummy, propping her upper body up on her elbows. She looked down on the magazine I was flipping through.

"So..." I said. "Did you like that porno?"

She looked perplexed for a moment. "Yeah, but I kind of wondered why he came inside her. You couldn't see him cum or anything." She said.

"I know. But you saw it drip out at the end, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, but they didn't show him actually shoot it out." She said.

She thought for a second. "Is that the sort of thing you're into? Seeing the guy cum inside the girl?" She seemed genuinely concerned, but in a sexually inquisitive way.

"Umm, yeah. Kinda." I answered.

"Why?" she asked boldly and bluntly as she laid on her side, facing me. We were only inches apart on the bed now.

I didn't have an answer that wouldn't have come off as strange. For some reason, I like watching videos like that because of the potential risk of the girl getting knocked up. It's some weird fascination with me, don't ask why. I figure a lot of guys probably have it, which is why there are all these babies crawling around. It's probably something programmed in the male psyche, to help proliferate the species or some primal evolutionary programming thing. I tried to answer her as best I can.

"I don't know, I just do. Maybe it's because of seeing the guy and the girl risk doing that and that the girl might get pregnant. I don't know. It's like people who like NASCAR, that thrill that there might be an accident." I said, in hopes that would quell her curiosity.

"So you like the idea of possibly getting a girl pregnant when you have sex with her?" she asked again, still curious.

I was treaded dangerous waters again. I didn't want to say something to have her disgusted in me and storm out like before. I took a deep breath before I answered and when I did I did so with a soft, restrained tone.

"Katie, I don't want you to get mad and think I'm a pervert and storm out because of something I say..." I said before she put her right hand on my left hand, assuring me.

"Kevin, I'm past that. I'm not going to freak out. I'm just curious about you, that's all."

Hmph, I thought. Well, that makes this easier. I felt like I could just speak my mind, so I did.

"Well, to answer you question..." I said. "...yeah, it is kind of a turn on to think that that would happen. A pregnancy. I think it's an issue of closeness. To me, it's like, if a girl let's you get her pregnant, she must have an extreme amount of love and trust in you, so I think that's what the turn-on is. The idea that maybe a girl would love me so much that when the time came for me to, you know, that she wouldn't tell me to pull out. I don't know, I'm probably just a pervert." I laughed. Katie laughed with me.

"No, you're not a pervert. I think it's a cute and sweet reason. So, to you, a girl letting you cum inside her is like an admission of true love for you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think it's because I don't have a lot of trust in girls and a girl can tell you anything and be lying, but if she entrusts her body with you that much to just completely give herself to you and allow you to get inside her defenses and give her a child, it's like her saying 'I trust you and have faith in you, do what you want with me.' It's special and not the kind of emotion that can be faked because a baby is something that is life-changing and the baby represents the joining of the guy and the girl and kind of a symbol of love, or something." I said.

She was looking into me so deeply.

"Does it sound like I've been thinking a lot about this?" I joked. She smiled back.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Sure." I said.

"Do you trust me?" she asked, her words deep and true.

"I sure hope so. I'm admitting all this perverted stuff to you." I said with a laugh.

"It's not perverted. It's sweet. So I guess I can assume you do trust me?" she asked.

"Yes, I do trust you."

She smiled again.

"Can I ask something again?" she asked, her face scrunched up like it had been before, as if she thought she was annoying me, which she wasn't.

"Of course."

"Well, if you could have your girlfriend dress up, what would you have her dress up as? What would be your fantasy?" she asked.

"Oh wow..." I said, wondering if I really wanted to reveal anymore of the inner workings of my mind, knowing how I, at times, felt ashamed at what I found sexually exciting. Even though, I'm sure my tastes were somewhat banal and common, I still felt naturally ashamed about them.

Katie goaded me on with a keen smile. "Come on, you can tell me. I'll answer whatever question you want to ask me afterwards, then, to make it fair."

I sighed with a smile and tried to make my answer and my delivery as straight-forward and uneventful as possible. "Well, I don't know. A girl in a Catholic school uniform is never a bad thing." I chuckled.

She smiled. "You mean, the one with the plaid skirt and high socks?" she asked.

"Yeah." I said.

"That's a cute uniform! I like the socks they wear."

"Yeah." I said. Even though the topic we were discussing could have been very uncomfortable, the mood in the room was very calm and friendly, intimate. Three words that basically summed up the last several weeks between Katie and I.

"I think dressing up for my boyfriend would turn me on if it turned him on." She said.

"Wow, that's actually a really generous way to look at it. Whatever guy gets you is definitely going to be lucky and happy in the bedroom." I laughed.

She giggled. "Well, does that make you lucky and happy, too, since we're in your bedroom?"

I did genuinely feel lucky and beyond happy. Here I was lying in bed with my dream girl and everything was perfect and deep down in my heart, I knew that I couldn't follow it. I couldn't do what my heart was telling me to do which was lean forward, take her face in my hands and give her the most gentle, passionate kiss I'd ever given any girl in my life. I so wanted to do that, so much that the willpower it took not to do it made my body ache. I had to fight against myself and my urges to keep from doing it.

The longer I looked in her beautiful, angelic, dark eyes, I wasn't sure how much longer my better judgment would be in control of my baser instincts, my urges. It was like a violent, needy body of water building and forcing itself against a dam, the dam being logic and sense, the surging waters being desire and passion. All I could do was smile.

"Yes, I do feel very lucky and very happy. You make me very happy." I gently brushed a few strands of hair from her face. I wanted to kiss her so badly.

As I touched her face, she inched towards me even closer, we were now mere inches from each other.

"You know, if and when I ever get a boyfriend, I hope he's like you." She whispered.

"Gimme a hug." I boldly demanded, and gave her a big, strong hug and as I did, I whispered into her ear. "Did you go finger yourself after watching that porno earlier?"

Katie burst out laughing as we broke the hug just enough for me to see her face. "Did you go peek in the bathroom door or something?"

I chuckled. "I didn't have to. I noticed your legs rubbing together when you were watching it, then you conveniently went to the bathroom after so I figured you either had to pee badly or you were getting 'itchy' while watching that porno and had to go relieve yourself."

She had this devilish grin smeared across her face. "So, everyone does it. With all those pornos you have, I'm sure you do too, right?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I was just messing with you. But, from now on, anytime you want something to help get you in the mood to finger yourself, you can watch my pornos, ok?"

"Gee, thanks, Kevin." She stated sarcastically.

"Just don't start fingering yourself while I'm in the room..." I said, laughing still.

"Oh, shut up, you'd probably like it." She joked.

"I probably would..." I joked back.

There was an uncomfortable silence. It seemed like Katie was building up courage to say something. There was hesitancy in her mannerisms, in her eyes.

"Is that what got you so hard the other night?" she blurted out innocently.

I look at her dumbfounded, my jaw agape.

"Did the thought of me playing with myself get you like that?" she added, curiously, still soft and unassuming.

I stuttered. My brain raced to cook up a phony excuse but Katie was hypnotizing me with her eyes and my mind was rendered incapable of complex thought. I tried to muster up some form of explanation.

"Katie... I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional. I—you felt that?" I asked.

She looked down coyly, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Uhh, yeah. I could feel you get hard against my, you know, my... butt." She giggled childishly.

I looked down, swollen with disgust for myself. "Katie, I'm so sorry..."

She saved me from destroying what little was left of my dignity. Placing a caring hand on my hand, she looked into my eyes with those deep dark pools of hers. "Kevin, it's ok. It's not like you're the only one that gets turned on."

"Yeah, but it's easy to notice if I get turned on, especially if your butt is pressed up against my crotch." I laughed.

She giggled bashfully. "Can I ask you something?"

"Uh-oh, I don't know..." I chuckled nervously.

"When you got out of bed the other day and you went into the bathroom and I asked you if you were ok, did you... you know?"

I smiled, trying to goad her onto say something naughty. "No, I don't know. What?"

She smiled, rolling her eyes and sighing. "You know... did you... beat off?"

She looked so incredibly cute as she struggled through that question. I figured I'd let her off the hook. "Well, what do you think?"

She feigned offense, tightening her face in a cutesy grimace. "I don't know... you tell me."

I laughed. "Yeah, I didn't do a real good job of keeping quiet, did I?"

"No, I knew you were probably doing something." She teased.

"I hope it didn't gross you out too much."

"No... not at all." She said candidly. "Actually, I kinda got turned on by it and I... oh gosh..."

I was drowning in anticipation, waiting for her to confess.

"My hands kinda started to roam before you walked in and when you did, I stopped."

"Wow, really?" I asked, stunned.

"Yeah."

"See, you got it easy though, if you get turned on, I'd never know. I get turned on and I have to walk funny and cover my crotch." I laughed.

"That's sooo not true. It's not easy for me either. Whenever I get wet, you're usually around since we hang out so much and I have to just sit there or lie there, afraid that it might show on the outside of my shorts or panties or something... It sucks." She chuckled.

That got me very curious. "Really? Like, how often are you wet? I know you mentioned before about having that 'itchy' problem but do you get like that a lot?"

"What? Wet?" she asked.

"Yeah."