Second-Floor Bathroom: My First Explosive Handjob with Caro
Heart pounding like a drum in my chest. High school hallways empty between classes. I spot Caro, that teasing blonde with the innocent face and wild rumors. Everyone whispers she’s a slut under the Catholic girl act. My cock twitches just thinking about her. Months of jerking off to fantasies of her. Today, I can’t hold back. Balls deep in courage, dick soft from nerves. ‘Caro, I want to see you naked. Teach me to fuck,’ I blurt out. She laughs, eyes sparkling mischief. Grabs my hand. Drags me to the second-floor bathroom at the end of the deserted corridor. Door clicks shut. No turning back. Fear mixes with fire in my gut. What if someone walks in? What if she laughs again? But her smile says game on. My hands shake. She’s so close, perfume hitting me like a drug. Innocence cracking already.
She pins me against the cold tile wall. Fingers yank my belt open. Pants drop to my ankles. Cool air on my skin. She wraps her soft hand around my shaft. It’s limp at first, but her touch ignites it. Swells hard in seconds. ‘Look at this beauty,’ she whispers, voice husky in my ear. ‘So big. If you’re good, we’ll go further.’ Her strokes slow, teasing. Thumb circles the head. Pre-cum slicks her palm. I gasp, knees buckling. Never felt a hand like this. Not my clumsy jerks. Pure torture, delicious agony. Heart hammers. Breath ragged. She kisses my neck, hot breath sending shivers. ‘Gonna make you cum in my hand, watch it.’ Fingers tighten just right. Up, down, rhythm perfect. Balls tighten. Explosion building. Her eyes lock on mine, daring me. First real touch from a girl. World spins.
The Approach
She speeds up. Grips firmer. ‘Cum for me, Julien.’ That’s it. Rope after rope shoots into her palm. Thick, endless. Weakest I’ve ever blown, but biggest thrill. Legs jelly. She licks a drop off her finger, smirks. Kisses me deep, tongue invading. ‘Not my boyfriend, but we can play.’ Pants back up. She fixes her skirt, cool as ice. Leaves me dazed, cum-stained hand washed away. Door swings open. Back to class like nothing. But everything changed. No more fumbling dark fucks. Craved her lessons now. Nympho hunger awakened. Innocence gone, replaced by addiction. Years later, seeing her at that gala, memories flood back. She’s married rich, bored. Pulls me aside again. Same fire. But that bathroom? My true first time. Door to manhood slammed open.
