The Game ... First Time Sex: Part 18 - No seconds tonight

"Anyone have anything special they want?" my mom asks graciously.

"I'll eat anything tonight," says Marcus, and I know he is trying to annoy me with his double meanings.

When I get him alone, I'm going to pinch a nipple and not let go. If we eat dinner, there won't be much time left afterwards to drive around, so I think we won't be doing anything together tonight.

"I'm not picky either. I like everything you prepare," says Donna respectfully as Tonya nods her head in agreement.

"OK. Dinner will be ready in about an hour. We'll have a Waldorf salad with honey-glazed Salmon and brown rice," my mom offers knowing that Marcus is semi-Kosher.

Have I learned nothing? You can't be semi-Kosher. That's like saying your girl friend is partially pregnant, or maybe it's not the same. On second thought, I guess you can be partially Kosher, but not partially pregnant. Why do I always have to analyze this shit? I just like everything to be perfect, but I have no control over stuff anyway. It all seems to come my way like a flood, but I'm able to get in a boat and enjoy the ride whether it's floating comfortably on a barge on the Nile or hanging on for dear life in a raft in white-water rapids. I guess I'm OK because I know how to get to the bank of the river before a waterfall. I guess that I have some control at times as little as it is.

My mom does a nice honey-glazed topping for salmon, and Waldorf salad is her specialty. It's one of my favorites for sure. She uses four apples cut in small chunks with the skin left on, chopped raisins, white or red grapes cut in half, very finely chopped celery, chopped walnuts, a dash of ginger, and tosses it with light mayonnaise. I have no idea how she prepares the honey glaze for the salmon. The brown rice is prepared traditionally resulting in a heavy, sticky texture. It's easy to eat with chop sticks when she serves it with an Asian recipe.

As my father follows my mom into the kitchen, I try to be subtle and get us out of the living room. I seem to have survived Marcus' trying to embarrass me.

"We'll watch T.V. in the basement until dinner time," I explain as I motion dramatically for everyone to follow me.

I whisper to Marcus sternly, "I heard what you said, you little fuck."

We barely reach the stairs, and Marcus laughs, "You're hard."

"Fuck you. Shut up," I say while adjusting my hard dick as Tonya laughs, and Donna pinches Marcus hard on his ass.

"Ouch. Fuuuuck," Marcus says raising his voice.

"Shssh. Shut up," laughs Donna in a hushed tone.

Even Tonya is alarmed, "Gosh Marcus, be quiet."

All of us shush him and are giddy as we run down the stairs with every intention of having sex sometime tonight, but reality sets in for me about what everyone else is thinking.

At the bottom of the stairs I announce emphatically in a quiet tone, "OK guys. We're not doing anything here with my parents upstairs. They could come down without any warning. So just hold it down until later."

"Yeah, sure, right. So you act as lookout while I take Donna into the laundry room," Marcus calculates with no intention of following my request to not have sex with my parents upstairs.

"I better take the offer now rather than lose it later," laughs Donna while taking Marcus side of the argument.

"Gawd damn. I said no fucking in the basement tonight. We can do it later in the car tonight," I plead for sanity in a futile effort to stop their emotions from overcoming their logic.

Donna intervenes and laughs, "I promise not to call it fucking. Now just watch out for your parents. It'll be too late to go out on a weeknight if we wait until after dinner."

Oh fucking, gawd damn. If Donna makes a decision, I can't hold her off. I'm easy, and I need very little prodding to convince me that we can sneak in a quick fuck since we are together, ... and it's the middle of the week, ... and it's a long time until the weekend, ... and I'm dripping pre-cum as I hug Tonya, ... and Tonya's legs are turning me on seeing her in knee socks leading up to her thighs, ... and my dick is hard, ... and I feel a hot flush rushing through my body, but what if my parents pop down the stairs? I'm a fucking, gawd damn nervous wreck.

"Oh geezus. Oh fuck. OK, but you guys have to make it quick," I admonish while my heart is palpitating as I worry about my mom or dad running down the stairs and finding us naked.

"Quick? Have you learned nothing?" teases Donna.

"Quick, gawd damn it," I say again looking toward the top of the stairs and listening for any movement to be my advance notice that one of my parents is approaching. I'm nervous as hell.

Well, gawd damn, what the hell? If I don't get to fuck Tonya, at least I'm going to watch Donna and Marcus. Surely, I will be able to hear the footsteps of my parents if they walk down the hallway toward the stairs. I take Tonya by the hand, and we stand outside of the laundry room door. Just touching her hand excites me.

"We're going to peep in," I announce to Donna and Marcus but they pay no attention to us.

Geezus, we've done so much together that no one is worried about the other couple anymore, not that we ever were self-conscious, even during the first night. Remember, when Marcus came downstairs in a towel after losing his virginity, and then doing it again with Tonya? So I wonder why I bother to announce that I'm going to watch them. I'm sure they fully expect it. They don't give a shit as long as they can fuck.

As Donna's desire for Marcus' dick escalates her emotions into a highly aroused, erotic, emotional state, she loses her characteristic cautious behavior leaving me to worry about my parents upstairs. Yes, it's fully up to me to take on the burden of listening for my parents walking down the stairs and finding us fucking.

Sure, everyone have fun while I'm a nervous fucking wreck. Geezus, I want to fuck Tonya, but I'm "scared shitless" borrowing the words uttered on stage at the original 1969 Woodstock festival by Steven Stills. I would die if my mom came downstairs and even suspected that we were making out, let alone fucking each other.

"The lights are too bright in here. I'm turning them off. You'll have to watch us perform in the dark," laughs Donna.

Tonya saves the moment, "I'll get you guys a candle."

Geezus. No one's taking the threat of my parents finding us seriously. I guess if they think I have all of the responsibility for being the lookout, everyone else can relax. Tonya gets a candle, lights it, and gives it to Donna in the laundry room. So here's the scene. The door is cracked open, and I see Marcus pants dropped to his ankles and his dick cocked and ready to go, but there is nothing but a tiled floor and a flat, cold table for folding clothes, and I feel sorry for them. Did I say that I'm easy? Well I am.

"Oh what the hell. Let me get you guys a couple of pillows and a blanket," I announce as I surrender to the desires of the group and give up my wish to make this a quickie.

It's a big laundry room, and Marcus lays flat on top of the blanket so his bare butt won't touch the cold floor. Donna props his head up on the pillows, and then pulls off her panties off from under her skirt. Slowly, she eases down and squats on top of him. My heart is throbbing hard.

Tonya is standing behind me as we both watch them. I feel her tenderly wrapping her arms around my waist trying to calm me. As we watch Donna lift her pelvis up and down on Marcus' dick, Tonya starts massaging my hard dick through my pants. I vow not to do anything with Tonya until they're finished, so that I won't be too distracted while I'm listening for any movement upstairs, but I feel Tonya slowly unbuttoning my fly. She pulls my dick out, and plays with it. I see Marcus glance toward us as we stand peeping through the door.

After Donna eases down on Marcus' dick a few times, Marcus says, "Hold on."

The little bastard scoots underneath her and licks her pussy from underneath, and I am thinking that this better be quick, but I'm not going to ruin the moment by telling them to hurry up. Then Donna rotates around so she can suck his dick while he is still sucking her pussy. It's sort of a top and bottom sixty nine with Donna on all fours and Marcus lying underneath her, and I'm hot at hell watching them.

As we watch, Tonya pulls my pants down to my ankles. Now, gawd damn, I'm standing outside of the laundry door watching Marcus suck Donna's pussy in candle light while he's lying on his back getting his dick sucked, and I have my pants down to my ankles while worrying about my mom or dad walking down the stairs. Tonya moves in front of me, gets on her knees, and sucks me. If I hear any movement upstairs, I'm going to absolutely, fucking, freak out.

I feel like I'm having public sex or something. Gawd damn, Tonya's mouth feels great on my dick. I prop myself against the wall in a standing position. It's great for a minute, but soon I'm melting. I don't care what it looks like on those gawd damn fuck videos, you can't stand and get your dick sucked for very long and really enjoy it. Fuck those porn actors. I've got to get comfortable.

Oh, what the hell. I can't hold off any longer from Tonya's advances and my urges. I pull my pants up, and without saying anything, I take Tonya over to the couch that is just out of sight from the top of the stairs and dim the lights. Tonya knows time is of the essence, so she pulls her panties off from under her skirt. She looks great. Her dress is hiked up and her socks come up to her knees which really turns me on. Sometimes being partially clothed is as exciting as being fully naked, and this is one of those times. I massage her stocking feet for a few moments and feel her toes and high arches through her socks as I gaze at her naked pussy. Even with the lights dim, I see more of her now than when we are in the car. I slip her socks down to her ankles but don't pull them off her feet.

As she lies back on the couch with her legs spread, I bend down and lick my way up her thighs and dig my tongue deeply into her pussy. It is wet and clean. It always is. She wants it as bad as I do. She always does, but we usually don't get to this point for a long while. Tonight, we just don't have time for a lot of kissing and foreplay, but geezus, I love sucking her pussy as often as I can when we are together.

"Oh damn!" I say as I lift my head up from between her legs.

"What?" she asks with a little disgust at my ruining the moment.

"I need to turn on the T.V. Geezus, we're suppose to be watching T.V." I say as I get up and hurry across the room barely holding my pants up and turn on the television leaving Tonya with her legs spread wide open.

Now, how the hell am I going to hear if one of my parents move to the stop of the stairs? Gawd damn. The first channel that comes on is a fucking food channel.

"Geezus, my parents would think it's strange if we are watching a cooking show," I calculate, so I change the channel.

"Hurry," says Tonya in a hushed tone.

I stop on the gawd damn Disney Network. Then I change the channel, and Scooby-Doo is on. What the fuck do I care? It's not like I'm going to have a quiz about what we're watching if my mom walks down the stairs. Guilt and emotion have a way of destroying your logic and rational thinking. Am I guilty because I'm fucking Tonya in my basement with my parents upstairs? No, it's not guilt, but rather, it's the threat of being caught. So what the fuck am I so agitated about the channel that's on T.V.? Oh fuck. Who wants to dissect every thought and action that one makes when acting in an emotional state of elevated sexual desire? Analyze this shit later. I want to ease my dick into Tonya now at any cost. Geezus, I hope my parents don't move around upstairs.

I hurry back to Tonya, spread her legs, and suck her pussy. Have I mentioned that I love to suck her pussy? Yes, of course I have. Gawd, I never get tired of it, and I love thinking how she enjoys it. If you don't get pleasure from giving your partner pleasure, you aren't in love. I would do anything to make Tonya feel good. Well almost anything. What the fuck am I trying to be logical at a time like this? Sucking her pussy turns me on. I said that. That's all I need to be thinking and not worry about my parents. I want her to feel pleasure before I worry about myself and my parents. I insert my tongue far inside of her without any teasing or foreplay. Round and round a push, pull, and lick with my tongue until her pussy is relaxed and her knees spread far apart. She uncharacteristically moans really loud, I mean, really fucking loud!

"Shush," I say as my heart throbs hard inside my chest, and I am trembling as I continue to worry that one of my parents will walk down the stairs.