7 Years Later

Part 11 - High School

It was crazy how in the matter of about 6 weeks, Matteo meant so much to me.

He was unlike anyone I had ever met before. He had turned 18 in September, yet I had never met someone in high school that was so secure with themselves and didn't care what anyone thought of him.

At school, we didn't act like we were a thing. Sure, we stole sneaky glances, and he would say flirtatious things to me. But it was outside of school that we couldn't not keep away from each other.

We would get coffee together. Go on drives and talk for hours. And he would come over to my house when my mom wasn't around. Or even when she was.

"He is a very respectable young man." she said to me, "He can come over whenever."

I still hadn't been to his house. It was mid-February, and one Friday night when we were hanging out and going for a drive, he said to me, "I feel bad that you haven't been to my house yet. It's not like I don't want you to meet my mom or anything. She's just a little weird about me having girls over. Not that I've really had any over before."

"Even though you're 18?" I asked.

Matteo nodded, "Yep. She's still hesitant."

"Hopefully I'll get to see the inside of your bedroom one day." I said, and Matteo smiled at me.

He then looked thoughtful as he said, "My mom goes to sleep at like 9:30 PM. I could easily just sneak you into my house."

"I know how to be very quiet when I want to be." I said.

Matteo looked at the clock on his dashboard. "It's 10:30. She's probably fast asleep. Would you want to come over?"

"Sure." I said, "As long as it doesn't get you in trouble."

"I'm confident in our sneaking around abilities. And if we do get caught, my mom won't be rude to you. She's not like that. Sabrina was caught with girls by my mom."

Matteo's sister, Sabrina, is a lesbian, I learned. He said his mom didn't care, and neither did he of course.

I was raised to not judge anyone on that either. Love everyone for who they are.

Matteo drove us to his house, and parked on the side by the driveway. His town house was an end unit.

"Thankfully the floors are not very squeaky in here." he said, taking his keys out of his pocket, "We will just have to be super quiet."

"Is your room next to your moms?" I asked him.

"No, thankfully. It's down the hall."

Matteo opened the door to his house, which was dark. He flicked on a light switch to the living room, which I noticed had a lot of knit blankets everywhere.

"Alright. Let's go up." Matteo said, and I followed up the steps, tip toeing to sound light as a feather.

I heard the sound of a fan humming from the room Matteo whispered was his moms.

"She uses a white noise machine to sleep. She won't be able to hear a thing." he whispered.

Matteo then opened the door down the hall- and he didn't turn on his light switch, but he turned on a lamp on his nightstand.

"Sorry. My room is a little bit of a mess." Matteo said, "Organization is not my strong suit."

"It's not too bad." I said back quietly.

It really wasn't bad. There were some shirts on the floor, along with some school binders. His bed was not made, but I don't make mine either. There were a few half empty water bottles on his nightstand.

Matteo sat down on his bed, and I sat down next to him.

"Nothing too special, as you can see." he said in a low voice.

"It's nice seeing your space." I said.

I noticed a picture on Matteo's desk, of him and a man that looked a lot like him, but with darker hair. Matteo looked younger, maybe about 13 years old.

"Is that your dad?" I asked him, nodding to the picture.

"It is." Matteo said, "That was one of the last pictures we took before he got sick."

"You look so much like him." I said.

"That's what everyone told me." he said, "My mom tells me that a lot as well."

"What kind of cancer did he have?" I asked Matteo, "If you don't mind me asking."

"He had pancreatic cancer." Matteo said, "Often, that's found when it's too late to treat it with success. That was the case with him."

"I'm so sorry." I said to Matteo, looking at him.

He looked back at me and said, "When you say that to me, I know how much you mean it."

"I really do." I said.

Matteo then leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss. And then the kisses grew more and more intense.

We still hadn't gone past feeling each other up.

I won't lie- the amount of times I had used my vibrator thinking about Matteo was...a lot. And I was craving the real thing.

Matteo was on top of me, kissing me, when I said to him softly, "I'm not asking for s*x. But can we do more tonight than just kiss?"

Matteo looked at me and said, "Yes. I'd like that a lot."

"Um, do you want me to give you a blowjob?" I asked Matteo.

"Let me go down on you first." he said to me.

"Oh...okay." I said, "Wow. I'm not used to guys so readily wanting to do that."

"I like doing it." Matteo said, "Granted, I only have maybe five times. But I want to make you feel good."

I suddenly was getting shy at the thought of him seeing me...down there. Thankfully I had shaved fully.

"Is everything okay?" Matteo asked me.

"Can you turn the lights off?" I asked him.

"Of course." he said. I could tell he knew it was what would make me comfortable.

The only bit of light pouring in was from the moon and street lamps outside. Matteo's curtains were only moved the side a bit, letting some light in.

I took off my shirt, leaving me in my bra. And then I slid off my pants- showing my matching underwear.

"You are so f*****g perfect, Cassidy." he said to me, kissing my neck.

I then lifted up his t-shirt, and he pulled it off. Matteo was thin. He was very muscular, but he also wasn't super lanky. The first time I saw him without a shirt on, he apologized for not being more muscular.

"I should go to the gym." he said.

"You look great." I said, reassuring him.

I laid down on Matteo's bed, and he trailed hot kisses down my neck, my chest, and then down to my underwear.

I wanted him so badly.

"Can I take your underwear off?" he asked me softly.

"Yes." I said back, "Please."

He carefully pulled my underwear down, and I felt him coming closer.

His tongue lightly touched my c**t- and I almost gasped out loud.

It took him a moment to get a good rhythm going- and I could tell he was trying out different motions to see what I liked.

When he figured it out, I was in pure ecstasy.

"Fuck." I moaned softly, "This...feels...so good."

I grabbed on Matteo's hair as he started to get more aggressive, pulling me in closer with my thighs.

"I'm...getting close." I said, biting my lip.

A few moments later, I felt my body tense up, and then release.

I couldn't help but to moan out loud- and Matteo immediately reached up and covered my mouth with his hand.

I felt my legs shake a bit as he came up next to me, hand still on my mouth.

He kissed my cheek and then moved his hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I whispered, embarrassed and pulling my underwear on, "f**k. I hope your mom didn't hear me. I'm so f*****g embarrassed."

Matteo looked at me and said, "That moan was one of the hottest things I've ever heard. I hated having to cover your mouth. I want to hear that in my ear next time."

"I...hope I was okay. Down there." I said.

"I certainly enjoyed it." Matteo said.

I looked at him and said, "Your turn?"

"Are you sure? You don't have to."

"I want to." I said to Matteo.

Matteo stood up, and unzipped his jeans. They fell down, and he slipped them off, leaving him in his boxers.

I could see the outline of his d**k.

I've felt it against me. But I've never actually seen it before.

I got off the bed, and down on my knees, in my underwear and bra.

I looked up Matteo and said, "Can I pull down your boxers?"

He nodded, and I did so- exposing him for the first time.

He was hard. And I would say that it was about 7 inches.

That's going to feel good one day.

"Um, I'm sorry if I can't get it all in. You're a little...bigger than I'm used to." I said.

"It's fine." Matteo said, and he closed his eyes as I lightly spit in my hand, and ran my hand over this shaft, to get it moist.

"f**k, Cassidy." Matteo whispered.

I then tried to get as much in my mouth as possible. And I started moving my head up and down, to pleasure him.

As I slid my mouth, I also ran my tongue over this shaft at the same time.

He didn't last long before I heard him say, "I'm really close."

A few moments later, I felt him c*m in my mouth.

It was a lot as well. Too much to swallow.

Matteo noticed this, and immediately grabbed the t-shirt he was wearing and handed it to me.

I spit in it, and then immediately apologized.

"I'm so sorry. I should've swallowed that." I said.

"No, that was a lot." Matteo said, "I don't care if you spit or swallow."

I stood up, and Matteo leaned down and kissed me.

"I think I'd be ready for the full thing soon." he said to me, "If you are."

"I think so too." I said, looking up at Matteo.

Damn. I am falling for you.