Kaitlen

The boys are over, and we’re in the living room of the cheap apartment I live in, shooting the shit, counting down until midnight. Five minutes away.

Paulo’s on my left, tall, strong. I’ve known him for years, met him back at my first job after high school, slinging milkshakes down near the boardwalk. Now he’s sucking down on a blunt, getting himself into the mindset. “Fifty bucks she chickens out after, like, thirty seconds.”

“Naw, naw. Did you see that gleam in her eye? She’s no quitter.” That’s Dorian, to my right. Originally a friend of a friend, but a cool guy and now we hang out. Black, works at some law firm, makes music in his spare time. I helped him soundproof his closet so he could record at home.

“So you’re going to take it then? The bet?”

“Man,” Dorian waves his hand, “You don’t even have fifty bucks to lose. Pass that shit.”

“Aww, fuck you.” He turns to me. “Danny, what do you say?”

The blunt changes hands in front of me. I say, “Shoulda got some cake, some candles.”

Paulo frowns. Dorian understands my joke, though, chuckles. “Ain’t that kinda party.”

Two minutes.

I call out, “Kaitlen, we doing this?”

She walks out from the bathroom, sits down on the bench in front of the TV, facing all of us. “Fuck yeah we’re doing this.”

Kaitlen’s got a mane of hair, long and shaggy and black, a nice offset to her pale skin. She’s cute, that innocent sort of cuteness that makes it surprising, all the dirty shit that comes out of her mouth. She’s curvy without being fat, with nice, juicy, creamy, thick thighs and a rack that’s draws eyeballs like it’s magnetic.

Not that I’ve seen her naked, of course. It’d be illegal, she’s still seventeen. At least, for another twenty-five seconds.

Kaitlen’s the daughter of a friend of my mother’s, and even though I met her a decade ago, her and me never really hung out. Our ages were too far apart, we were in very different times of our lives. She wasn’t on my radar at all, someone I hardly knew existed, until last week when my mom texted me, “Hi Danny. Remember my friend Sharon’s kid Kaitlen? She’s checking out colleges in your area. Maybe you can meet up with her and show her around town. Favor for me? Thanks, Mom.”

I may be a stoner and a slacker, but I’m still a good son.

A few days later, when Kaitlen parked her white Prius in the guest spot and stepped out of the driver’s seat, I had to do a doubletake. Where was the kid I vaguely remembered, and who was this fucking incredibly hot woman?

“Danny!” she squealed, hugging me like we were old friends.

“Uh, yo.”

“Thanks for letting me crash. Your mom said it was ok, right? I guess I shoulda checked with you, though? I can get a hotel if I have to, I have my mom’s credit card.” The words spilled from her, a rapid torrent. Finally she paused, cocked her head to the side. “What?”

I was grinning at her, my sloppy-but-charming grin I give girls who deserve it. “It’s cool,” I say, “I got a spare bedroom. No bed, though, you’re sleeping on an air mattress.”

“Oh, that’s fine, I don’t mind,” she said, “I’ll sleep anywhere.”

Anywhere? But I didn’t say that.

“By the way,” she continued, “My birthday’s in three days. Eighteen! Can you believe it?”

Oh shit, she wasn’t even eighteen yet? “I cannot. Got any plans?”

“Nothing here, no,” she said, “A party with my friends when I get home, though.”

“Cool,” I said, “Well, if you were turning twenty-one, I’d take you out for drinks. But eighteen? I got nothing for that.”

She giggled. “That’s ok.”

The next day I was gathering my stuff together to head over to Paulo’s place when Kaitlen returned from her day out doing whatever. “Oh, hey,” I greeted her.

She spied my backpack. “Where you going?”

“Just to a friend’s to hang out,” I said, “I’ll probably be there late. You can have my place to yourself, nice and quiet. Relax and get a pizza or whatever.”

She frowned. “That doesn’t sound relaxing.”

What’s not relaxing about alone time with pizza? I shrugged, “You don’t have to get pizza, it was just a suggestion.”

And then, I should have known she was going to ask it. “Can I come with you?”

“Uhhh. It’s not really, like, your crowd.”

“I get it,” she said, “You don’t want to be dragging some kid around with you. But I’ll be cool, I promise.”

I tried to imagine Paulo’s face seeing me rolled up with Kaitlen, this hot piece of forbidden fruit. Eh, he wouldn’t care. “Ok, fine, but stay out of trouble.”

So that’s how she met my friends. They loved her, of course, the cute girl with an honest smile who when she shook your hand, brushed it against her big tits. She wore a t-shirt, bluish-green, which was snug against her bra, and black canvas pants which flared out but still managed to show off the curves of her ass.

At one point, walking past Paulo, he bumped his elbow with mine, said with a low voice, “Your girl’s flirting with me, yo, you better lock that down.”

“Not my girl,” I whispered back, “And she’s jailbait.”

“Wait. For real?”

“Yeah.”

Later that evening, I saw her away from the group, standing in the kitchen, leaning back against the wall. Dorian was leaning over her, chatting her up.

“Kaitlen, you promised!” I teased.

She had this big innocent grin, “Promised what?”

“To stay out of trouble,” I said, “And Dorian, well, he’s trouble.”

It was all friendly, and Dorian was smiling, too. “Naw, she’s just telling me about her college plans. But I don’t mess with kids.”

“I’m not a kid!” she protested, “I turn eighteen in two days!”

“Hah,” Dorian scoffed, easy grin plastered to his face, “No way.”

“Yeah,” she said, giggling, “And I want to celebrate by having sex. I’m crashing with Danny, so he’s who I thought it’d be. But now I’m wondering, maybe you’re free?”

I had opened the fridge and pulled out a beer, and was sipping it when she said that. I almost spat out my drink. “What?” I coughed, cleared my throat, “What?”

“Hell yeah, girl,” Dorian was always much smoother than me, and didn’t miss a beat, “I’ll treat you right.”

Paulo chose that moment to walk in, and whatever my expression was, when he saw it, he slowed, studying the scene. “What’d I miss?”

“I was thinking,” Kaitlen said to him, “Maybe you want to help me celebrate me turning eighteen?”

And that’s how me and Paulo and Dorian found ourselves on my couch, counting down the seconds until her eighteenth birthday, when she would legally become an adult.

“Fifteen seconds,” I call out.

She sits across from us, eyeing the three of us like we are steak dinner. “This is going to be so much fun,” she says, “How should I start? Should I do a little dance?” She’s wearing this floofy light pink dress with a floral design. It’s loose and flowing with fabric, but even in all the folds her tits are prominent, two big swells, protruding through the material.

“Yeah girl,” Dorian grins, “That’d be real nice.”

She bites her lip, returns his smile.

“Ten seconds,” I call.

“Nine,” she says softly, “Eight, seven, six, five.”

Paulo joins in, “Four. Three. Two. One.”

The clock ticks over, midnight exactly. It’s now tomorrow.

“Happy birthday, Kaitlen,” I say, “Feel any different?”

She just grins her response, reaching behind her neck, pulling the ribbon free of the knot. The front of her dress falls down and her tits spill out, two massive udders with pink nipples, defying gravity with how they cling to her chest despite their size.

“Fuck.” “Goddam.” “Yeah, girl.”

Her grin spreads at our reverence. She stands, and the dress fell to the ground. Her hips are wide, round, and have the sexiest fucking curve as they narrow at her navel. And her pussy, completely bare, pale, pink, puffy.

“Fuck, you look good,” I say.

“Thanks,” she says, walking up to me, sitting sideways on my lap. Her ass, oh my god, ass for miles. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

I rest my one hand on her thigh, my other on her ass. I rub her butt, tease my fingers between her legs, explore her creamy, soft skin, feel the heat coming from her pussy.

She glances at each of us. “So when do I get to see some dick?”

“Right about now,” Paulo says, standing up. He pulls his shirt off, shoves down his shorts, and has his dick in his hand in about eight seconds. He’s yanking himself hard as he steps over, putting his hand on the back of Kaitlen’s head. And just like that, he guides his cock into her mouth.

She’s eager to please, looking up at him, sucking him hard. She grabs his shaft, pulls his dick out and slaps it against her cheek. “You like getting blown by an eighteen-year-old?” She rubs his glans on her lips, getting them slick with spit, then takes his shaft back in between her lips.

I squeeze her thigh, then brush my fingertips against her pussy.

She mumbles a squeal, a delighted little noise.

So encouraged, I slide my fingers between her lips, feeling how tight and hot is her puffy little pussy. I explore, finding her clit, pushing it around with my index finger.

“Hands and knees,” Dorian instructs, “I’m going to eat that ass of yours.”

I guess she likes that, because she moans as he buries his face in her butt. Her tits hang over me, right in my face, and I slide down to suck on her nipple. Her hand fumbles with my pants, finds my waistband, and slips underneath to grab my cock.

“Let’s get her on her back,” Paulo says, “Make her cum a few times.”

She likes that even more, Dorian kneeling, straddling her head, fucking her face. Paulo plays with her tits while I work on her pussy, plucking her like she’s a guitar, fingering her ass. So far, she’s down for anything, eager to get into whatever position we say, happy to have us touch her however we want.

Well, let’s push some boundaries.

I reach over to the side table, the collection of stuff we’ve prepared, and squirt some lube on my hand. I rub it into her, massaging it into her pussy and all around her crotch, and that already makes her whimper.

Her view of me is blocked by Dorian, his hips slowly pumping his dick in her mouth, so she doesn’t know what’s coming. I smear the vibrator with lube and get it buzzing before bringing it in, and of course she is taken completely by surprise.

She squeals, whimpers as I tease her with it.

“That’s a good girl,” Dorian reassures her.

I run the vibrator lightly over her thighs, up her pussy lips. And then I press it against her clit, softly at first, but with more and more pressure as she warms up to the sensation. She loves it, I can see her writhing, big tits bouncing side to side as she squirms, Paulo looking like a kid in a candy store as he licks them.

Her pussy’s gushing, dripping with excitement.

Dorian pulls off, him and Paulo swapping places, and while they’re switching, Kaitlen pants in time with my teasing, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Dorian looks down, see’s what I’m doing to her. “Give her the plug,” he suggests.

“I was just thinking the same,” I say.

The plug is hard, translucent, industrial-grade plastic, a cone with a grip extending from the wide end. I bring it to her pussy, slick it up in her juices. I slide it down, rest it against her asshole.

Dorian taunts her, “You’re our little anal slut, aren’t you, Kaitlen?”

“Mm-hmm,” she moans, eager as ever.

Dorian and I exchange grins. I push the plug in.

I’m gentle, I don’t want to hurt her, but as I push the thing in farther and farther, the only sounds she makes are those of excitement. The back of the cone slips in, popping into place. She moans and whimpers, her legs quivering, thighs shaking in my face. I rub the vibrator on her clit.

“She likes it,” I say.

“Fuck yeah, she does.” Paulo sits back, and we watch as she orgasms.

Her back arches as Paulo pinches her nipples, and she bucks and heaves, riding the climax. “Fuck,” she cries, “Fuck!” Her ass spams around the plug.

Not long after, Kaitlen’s on her knees while we surround her. She’s got a dick in each fist and she’s smiling up at me, slurping and sucking on my cock. I grab her scalp and direct her, fucking her mouth, keeping her pace true. When I let her go, she pulls off, gulping down air. She chokes out the words, “I want all three of you,” she coughs, gasps, “Your dicks, in me, same time.”

Me and the boys exchange glances and shrugs. It takes a minute to figure out the logistics, but we manage it. And Kaitlen fucking loves it, the girl in total ecstasy.

Paulo’s first to pop, pulling out from her mouth to spray all over her face. She’s a sight to see, giggling as she drips cum. Dorian, who’s been underneath her, drilling her ass while she sits on his lap, loses himself next, and she’s quick to slide off him and jerk him onto her chest.

I grab her head, guide her cum-soaked face back to my dick, and hold her down as I pump her mouth full of my spunk.

When I’m done, she sprawls free. She’s a mess of semen and spit and smeared makeup, and she’s grinning ear to ear, proud and appreciative. “Someone get my phone,” she says, “Take a picture of me.”

Dorian does the honors, muttering, “Happy fucking birthday.”