Amanda Wilcox
James approached the party house as he straightened the collar to his button up shirt. He headed inside and began to scan the crowded room for his friend Andrew. His gaze landed on a group of young girls, focusing mainly on one paticular girl with long brown hair, big tits, and bright green eyes. Something about her drew him to her and it wasn't her massive breasts.
"Jay, glad you came," a voice said behind him as a hand clamped him on the back. James turned slightly tp face his best friend, Andrew.
"Hey Andy. Thanks for inviting me," James replied, unable to take his eyes off the beautiful teen.
"No problem, I know you wouldn't want to miss this. Anyway, you're welcome to any parties I have," Andrew told him. James nodded, knowing this was always the case. Andrew followed James' gaze to the brown-haired girl.
"Those are Zora's friends," Andrew explained. Zora was Andrew's fifteen year old sister. They lived together ever since his parents passed away. Andrew had a good job that supported them both and on his days off, he threw parties. He let his sister invite her friends and they were allowed to drink.
"What's the girl's name? The one with brown hair." James asked. Andrew looked over in their direction again.
"Oh, that's Amanda Wilcox."
"She's...kind of cute," James said. Andrew nodded in agreement.
"If she wasn't jailbait, I'd definitely be over there getting her digits," Andrew said, "I think she's fifteen." Andrew laughed as Amanda tossed back a shot of straight vodka. "Wild little thing, ain't she?" He shook his head. "Well, let me know if you need anything. A room?" He chuckled. "I'll be in the kitchen." Andrew turned and retreated. Andrew shared James' attraction to the younger girls but he would never act on it. James, however, would and was going to.
He approached the group of girls, Amanda admist them. "Hello ladies," he said suavely. The girls giggled; Amanda was the loudest. "Amanda?" Her name slid from his lips. She smiled a big smile and moved closer to him.
"Yes sir?" She said cutely. Her friends giggled. She pouted out her lip and looked up at him with her bright green eyes.
"Can I get you a drink?" He asked. She nodded with lidded eyes. He could already tell she had one too many. James knew this would be all too easy. She followed James to the cooler. He opened it and handed her a beer and grabbed himself a coke. He wanted to be sober for this. Her white t-shirt was soaked with sweat and the alcohol that had been spilled on her a few times throughout the night. Her lacey black bra was very visible. "Amanda. I'm not going to lie--you're pretty cute." Amanda blushed and giggled.
"You're not too bad looking yourself," she replied playfully.
"You're such a flirt," James admonished. Amanda just grinned at him as she took a large drink of her beer. James moved closer, snaking an arm around her shoulders as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I have an idea, if you're feelin' frisky..."
Amanda giggled again and looked away shyly.
"Come with me," James said warmly, offering her his hand. "Let's ask Andrew if he has a free room in the house." Amanda nodded drunkenly and followed James into the kitchen. "Andy!" James called. Andrew peered his head up from behind the counter.
"Hey," he said eyeing Amanda.
"Got a room?"
"Yeah, master bedroom. Just freed up."
"Perfect," James muttered and led Amanda upstiars to the master bedroom. "Are you done with your beer?" He asked her. She tilted her head back and chugged the rest.
"Now I am," she said, handing him the empty can. He set it off to the side. She stumbled forward and let her hands gently rest on his chest, looking up at him, her eyes hazy. "You're really hot," she slurred. James licked his lips.
"So are you," he said. He reached for her and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, gently lifting it up over her head. He tossed it to the floor, taking in her slim torso and her perfect tits that rode high in her lacey black bra. "You are absolutely beautiful," he whispered. She sighed happily and took her hands away before reaching behind her and unhooking her bra. It fell to the floor as her breasts bounced forward, plain for James to see. He grabbed one of them and bent to lave his tongue over the raised nipple. She inhaled sharply and slid her hands to the front of her, working the button of her jeans. She slid them off her long legs and kicked them aside. James tore his mouth from her nipple to gaze at the lower half of her, clad in only a black thong. She slipped one of her hands into his pants and he gasped. Daring, wasn't she? He hooked his thumbs in the strings and yanked them to her feet. He pushed her back onto the bed, where she landed noiselessly. He landed on top of her, running his hands over her smooth skin. He put his face to her pussy, a patch of light brown hair dusted the area and he inhaled her scent. His hands pushed her legs apart and he dove in, his mouth covering her pussy completely as he licked and sucked. She tasted so fresh. He pulled away once she was soaking wet with her own juices and his saliva. He pushed his pants down to his knees as he leaned over her. Suddenly, she became more coherent and began to fight.
"No...no! Stop," she moaned. "I'm a virgin."
"All the better," James growled out as he grabbed his cock with one hand and held her wrists down together over her head. He nudged himself to her entrance where he pushed a bit forcefully. He popped in and he felt his body shiver. She was incredibly tight, the warmth of her virgin pussy closed in all around him. She whimpered and fought against his hands, but she was too inebriated from the alcohol. James moved his hips, all 7 inches of his dick pulling out and sinking into her warm little cunt. With each thrust, Amanda's cries and whimpers grew quieter until soon she lay silent, her hands limp. She was exhausted and finally just gave in and started to enjoy the feeling of James' dick moving in and out of her pussy.
"Uh..." The sound that escaped her mouth was not that of pain or protest, but pleasure. James groaned as he realized this and sped up, his thrusts becoming more frenzied and desperate as he felt himself nearing the edge. A dozen thrusts later, James felt his dick explode cum inside Amanda's pussy, shuddering with each spurt, He laid atop her for a bit before withdrawing and pulling up hus pants, Amanda lay on her back, her arms still raised above her head, her eyes half-lidded. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breasts bouncing with each breath.
"That was fucking fantastic, Amanda. You'll make someone proud someday." He gently kissed her forhead as he helped her into her clothes. "Come on, let's get you dressed and back downstairs. You're friends probably miss you." She dressed slowly and clumsily but was soon dressed and looked a little rumpled. He gave her a crooked grin before opening the door and walking out, leaving her standing there.
