I was 18 years old, a senior in high school, and working part time as a cashier at a self service gas station. At the time I was 5 foot 4, weighed 112 pounds with long black curly hair down to my butt. I had the typical 18 year old slim, in shape body with larger boobs, 34C’s and while I participated in volleyball and softball at school, I was a very feminine girly girl. I enjoyed my part time job and especially enjoyed flirting with the cute guys who would come into the store. I didn’t have a boyfriend as I felt boys my own age were too immature (my mom always used to say that I was too old for my age). On a couple of occasions I had played around with a couple of guys from school but never really had anything that would be considered a “real” sexual experience. I never let them get under my bra or in my pants. I did rub their hard ons but never inside of their jeans, always on the outside. I was very content to masturbate with my own fingers to be quite honest as I did not want to get a bad rep at school. There was a guy who came into the store often and I had always found him particularly attractive. I knew he was older but couldn’t really tell how much older he was. His deep brown eyes, easy laugh, and smile always made me wonder what it would be like to be his lover. I didn’t know if he was married or if he would ever even think of me in that way, after all I was only 18. I did flirt with him and it seemed he enjoyed it, but was always a gentleman and never really responded with any flirtations of his own. During one of his stops when we were really slow, he actually started a real conversation with me. I found out he was 30, recently divorced and had two young children. As we talked I found myself even more attracted to him than I previously had thought. He had this gentleness to him and his eyes always made me melt when he looked at me. He asked how old I was and I told him I was 18 but was going to be 19 soon. He told me that if he were younger, he would love to take me out. I was flattered and replied that I liked older guys (it was the truth but I had no experience to speak of), and that when I was 19 he could ask me out. He just looked at me and didn’t say anything for a moment, then asked what I might like to do if we did go out. I had no idea what to say so I just said whatever he might like to do would be okay with me. He just smiled, said see you later, and left. I started thinking that maybe I had crossed the line or maybe he wasn’t serious. He came in two days later but we were pretty busy. He started wandering the aisles and when my last customer left, he approached the counter and asked me if I really was serious about going out with him. Of course I would have loved to go out but I still wasn’t sure if he was teasing me or really was serious. I replied that of course I would go out with him and he again asked what I might like to do. I really felt stupid at this point as I really had no idea what to say, my mind just sort of blanked out, so I repeated what I had said previously, that whatever he wanted to do was okay with me. He looked at me for a moment and asked if I considered myself to be an open minded person. I didn’t know what he meant by that so I asked. He reminded me that I had said anything he wanted to do was okay with me, and then he said, “Would you take a shower with me?” I nearly fainted and I figured he was just kidding so I said sure I would. He just smiled at me, paid for his gas and said see ya later. I didn’t see him for a week so I assumed he had been teasing me and had no real interest in me at all, that it had just been all in fun. When I saw his car pull in a day or so later, I felt a bit awkward and decided not to say anything. When he came in to the store he walked to the counter and asked how close my birthday was. I told him it Saturday and was surprised that he remembered. He explained he had been out of town but had been anxious to get back and talk to me about our previous conversation. I was surprised but didn’t say anything, I had no idea what to say anyway. He looked at me and asked if I was serious about taking a shower with him. I looked him straight in the eye and said yes. Of course I was thinking to myself that he was only joking around and that would be the end of it but he said, okay then, what time do you get out of work on Saturday? I told him I had to work the late shift Friday and wouldn’t be out of work until 6 AM the following morning, my birthday, but didn’t have to work at all on Saturday. He didn’t say anything for a moment and then said, “If I give you my address, would you come to my apartment right after work Saturday morning?” I couldn’t believe he said that or that he really meant it so I said yes, of course I would, I would love to. I figured if he wasn’t serious though. He told me to keep an open mind and that we would have some fun. He had to get going but said he would stop in on Friday and give me his address so I could have time to reconsider his proposition and change my mind if I felt I needed or wanted to. I told him I would not change my mind so bring the address and I would see him Friday night. I never really thought he would show up and when he did, I felt my heart skip a beat. He came in, handed me a piece of folded paper and told me the door would be unlocked, to go down the hall to the bedroom straight ahead and come in but to be quiet so I wouldn’t wake up his roommate. He grinned at me and said see you early tomorrow. I couldn’t wait for my shift to get over and the hours seemed to drag on forever but at 6 AM, I punched out and headed for his apartment. It wasn’t that far from the station and I got there in about five minutes. I had called my mom and told her that I was going to a friends for a while and would see her later on. I found the apartment building, went in the main door and up the 3 flights of stairs to his door. I reached down half expecting the door to be locked and found it wasn’t. I walked in to the apartment, closed the door quietly, took off my coat and hung it over a kitchen chair then headed down the hallway. Just before I got to his door I saw it begin to open and there he stood. He as shirtless and wearing a pair of cutoff sweatpants. While he didn’t have any six pack abs or anything, he was in very good shape and it was apparent he worked out. I glanced down and could easily see his dick bulge in his sweats but quickly looked back up at him and stepped inside the door. He quietly closed the door and turned to me, took my face in his hands, said happy birthday and then put his mouth on mine. His lips were soft and his tongue pushed my lips open. I responded to his kiss with my own tongue until he stopped and sat on the bed looking up at me while I just stood there. I was extremely nervous and didn’t quite know what to do so I just giggled and looked at him. He asked if I was still willing to do anything and I said yes I was. He told me not to move, just to let him look at me for a moment and commented on how pretty I was and what a nice body I had. I was a bit embarrassed by this but I didn’t move. He asked me to turn around and stop so he could see my ass, then he told me to turn back around to face him again. He stood up, took both of my hands and kissed me very, very gently. I could feel my heart pounding and felt myself getting wet. He stepped back and told me to take off my top. I was wearing a tank top and bra with a pair of cut off jeans and flip flops. I reached down and pulled my tank off leaving me standing there in my bra. He looked at me and reached out and cupped my breasts, lightly rubbing them then pushing the straps off of my shoulders and pushing my bra down to my waist. He turned me around, undid the clasp on my bra, then turned me back around and took my breasts into his hands. I just stood there unsure of what to do so I leaned over to kiss him and he said no, not yet. He let go of my breasts and undid the button on my shorts, unzipped them and pushed them to the floor. I wasn’t wearing any panties so I was completely naked now. I stepped out of my shorts and flip flops while he watched me, kicked them to the side and stood there looking at him. He stepped closer and began to look at my body up and down while running his hands all over me, behind me grabbing my butt, then to my breasts, my neck, back down my arms and all over again for a few moments. I looked down and could clearly see he had a hard on and it seemed to be rather big. I giggled as it was pushing the sweats out away from his body. He just smiled, asked me if I was okay with everything, then took my hand and placed it on his cock. I held it in my hand and rubbed it a little, just stroked it softly back and forth. When I looked at him I saw his eyes were closed and he obviously was enjoying what I was doing. He opened his eyes and asked me if I had ever been with any guys before. I had to tell him the truth because he was most likely about to find out how little experience I had. I was worried he would stop and send me home or laugh at me but all he said was that I had to keep an open mind and he would make it fun for me and wouldn’t hurt me. I wanted so bad to just pull off his sweats and feel his skin next to mine, but I didn’t dare and to be very honest, I was very nervous, yet very excited and very wet. He then told me that if at any point I wanted to stop I should just say so. I felt very comfortable with him and trusted him which helped put me at ease. He told me to get down on my knees so I did. My face was staring right at his cock now and he untied the strings to his sweats and they fell easily to the floor. This was the first cock I had ever seen for real and it was pretty big. I guess it was probably 7 or 8 inches long and it was very fat and sticking out only inches from my face. He took my head in his hands and told me to take his cock in my mouth. At first I almost gagged and it was hardly in my mouth at all. He stopped, told me to relax and let him help me. He held my head firmly in his grip and slowly put his cock in my mouth. Little by little he would put more and more of it inside my mouth and when I would gag, he would stop, pull out a little bit then start putting it back in. I relaxed my mouth as best I could and he told me to suck on it like it was a Popsicle, like you do when you are sucking out the liquid from a Popsicle. I started to do this and he moaned, then began pulling and pushing his cock in and out of my mouth as I sucked it. His hips began to push harder into my head and a couple more times I gagged, but each time he would slow down and do it easier and more gently. I had never sucked a cock before much less seen one up close and for real. As I continued to suck him he kept thrusting his cock in my mouth harder and faster and I kept hearing him moan. His moans got louder with each push when I felt his cum begin to fill the back of my mouth. There seemed to be a lot of it and it was warm and very salty tasting as he kept pumping my mouth. I noticed his grip on my head had tightened as well and then he let go pulling his cock out of my mouth and he sat down on the bed. I really didn’t know what to do as my mouth was full of his cum so I just swallowed it. He looked at me and grinned, leaned over to me and kissed me again then asked if I had enjoyed it and if everything was okay. I told him that I did enjoy it and asked if we were done but he told me no, our morning was just beginning ... Would you like me to continue?