Lucy's Boo

Chapter 1

Ok so, I should probably start from the beginning. I grew up in a rural town south of Atlanta, Alanna for the country folks. Anyway, life was typical. Middle class family, living in the suburbs, blah blah blah. My father was not the most exciting person to be around. Thankfully, for most of puberty, he was gone for work so…TURNUP!! Ha! Not really. My momma isn’t that type of momma. I was the smart girl in school, the well cultured girl who had a passport before she was in kindergarten, spoke a second language, and could speak proper English. The girls hated it, but I think around middle school was when I realized I had a gift. The gift of guys. Now, let’s get one thing straight. I wasn’t a hoe back then (I at least waited until college to explore that option). I was, however, a girl that could relate easier to the guys than my female “so called” friends. I think my dad knew that there was going to be trouble on the horizon when it came to the male s*x, and he did everything humanly possible to keep me from discovering why men were created: s*x.

I finally made it to my freshman year in high school. My boobs started to come in and my shape is slowly coming together. I’m walking down the hallway with two of the only female friends I had, Shayla and Paige. Now we weren’t together every weekend, but we were social while at school. We get to our lockers and who do we find, DJ and James. Both were seniors. DJ was Shayla’s boyfriend. James was his best friend.

Shayla gives DJ a hug and a kiss.

“What’s up Meredith.”

“Hey DJ.”

“What’s going on Meredith?”

I turn around, and James is standing on the other side, behind my locker door.

“Oh! Hey James. How are you?”

Closing my locker door, he reaches over to give me a hug. He smells like Curve cologne, which was cheap, but popular with every guy in my school. James was a cool dude. People knew him, but he wasn’t like overly popular. Soft spoken, with caramel skin and  honey-brown eyes, he was more of the type that you come to like because of their personality, and not so much of the wet daydreams you have of sitting on his face during Algebra. James and I became close. He would meet me at my locker every day, walk me to my classes, clear signs that we were dating. The other guys in school would always talk s**t about it though. “Why are you with him?” “I can treat you better.” Even after James graduated, they continued with the pressure. I wasn’t interested. My movement was limited with rules and curfews from my parents, and James never judged me on that. Our senior year approaches, and so does my 17th birthday. By this time, my parents have been open to the idea of me spending time and going on dates with James. I was in a work-study program at school. I had regular classes in the morning, and then could leave after lunch for the day.

“What do you want to do for your birthday love?” Random question to ask during the most important part of the movie. I guess I didn’t hear him because I got an elbow in my side.

“Ouch! Why you do that?”

“You didn’t hear me?” James said laughing.

“Uh, no I didn’t.” Rolling my eyes, I lay back down.

“I asked what you wanted to do for your birthday.”

I sat up. Hmmm. Up until this point, my birthdays had been pretty standard. With it being summertime, pool parties were the go-to.

Shrugging my shoulders, “I don’t know. I’ll probably have some people over for the pool.”

“Figured that. What about on your actual birthday?” James is now facing towards me. He has a look on his face that there is an idea in his head, and he is waiting for me to open the door for him to share it with me.

“That’s a school day. Why? Do you have something in mind?” There. Do tell what is on your mind, James.

“I was thinking that maybe I could pick you up from school, we could have lunch, and then I get us a room to hangout in.”

“A room!! Why do we need a…ooooohhhhhhhhhh.”

I can feel my face getting flush. Automatically, there are butterflies in my stomach.  I have brought up the subject of my virginity some time ago, around 16. He was not a fan at the time because he was over the age of 18 and didn’t want those issues. Neither did I. I knew that I wanted to experience that with him. Our time together, built a connection. A bond. Marriage? Kids? Happily-ever after?

“That sounds doable. I have been craving seafood for a week now.” I popped up from my seat, climbed onto his lap, and gave him a kiss.

 “Thank you.”

 He gives me one of his panty-melting bear hugs, and we cuddle up to watch the remainder of the movie. I am going to lose my virginity on my birthday. Wow.

For this to be my first time, it did not turn out to be what I built up in my head. I had snuck and watched a few bits of porn and came across a position book my parents believed was hidden. Not. I was expecting to be screaming to the heavens, body convulsing, passing out afterwards. And let’s not forget the whole “cherry-popping” thing that was supposed to make your bed look like a murder scene. It was none of that. There were no toe-curling moments, no orgasm that I can remember. All I can remember is it was smaller than I expected, shorter than I expected, and left me thinking like, what in the absolute f**k. This should have been a sign for me to run for the hills, but I was in love and this being in what I thought was love, was going to come back and haunt me.

Fast-forward…I am in my junior year in college. Being honest, I hated my school. It was out in the middle of nowhere and not my first, second, or third choice. On the other hand, my personal relationships were ok. I hadn’t found that prince charming or the love of my life, per say. I was still talking to my boyfriend from high school (James), had a boyfriend in college (Mario), entertained a boo that was in California (Dillan), and messed around with an older man in Alabama (Irv). I needed to keep my options open, and they say you don’t know what you want until you try it. By now I learned that I loved me a man that was tall, slightly muscular, but not overdone like those body builders. They had to have a smile that made you weak in the knees, and of course, he had to be packing. Sexually, I realized that one person was not going to make my Lucy sing (yes, if guys can name their junk, I can name mine).  James was the only guy I had been with. He was the type that liked to try new things. Toys, different locations, but at the end of the day, it wasn’t satisfying. So, he became the boo I would call if I needed gas money or a few coins for groceries, would smash whenever I came home to visit, but he wasn’t Lucy’s boo. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was about to find out just who was.

Irv.

 Irv has a good 15yrs on me. He watched me grow up, like knew me from a baby, grow up. But there was something about Irv that used to make my Lucy giggle and get nervous, like she knew he could take her places. He had lips made for sucking on any and everything imaginable. I didn’t know men could have lips like that. They were so plump, and soft, and made you shiver a little when he licked them. 

Whew child. 

We would have conversations on the phone, and when the anatomy pics started coming, Lucy immediately said “b***h, lets rethink this.” I had never seen such a glorious sight. It was long like a banana and thick like cucumber. Could put two hands around it and the head still be sitting there looking at you, like “What’s up”. Up until this point, my s****l exploits had been anything but story worthy. Small little sausages, coming so close, but not quite sending me off to the heavens. To the point where most of the time, I would have to go home and tend to Lucy myself.

 Back to Irv.

 Ok so, after I turned 18, we planned for me to come down for a weekend. The lump in my throat was huge. The only thing I wanted to do was say a little prayer for my insides and ask for forgiveness. He was about two and a half hours away from me. I had to build up my nerve though. I knew that once I got down there, my life and Lucy were going to be changed, FOREVER. 

Here it is. Weekend of. I pack my bag with his requests: heels and a few pieces of lingerie. I get on the road, and the whole time I am having a pep talk with my girl Lucy.

 “We can handle this!”

“You aren’t new to this!”

 “If it hurts act like you like that s**t…we will cry later.”

 Of course, when I get there, he hasn’t made it home from work. I walk in, do a little snooping, just to make sure I don’t get caught in no s**t, and I settle in. The two-bedroom bungalow was spotless. With the open concept, you could see the crisp white counters, big open windows, leading into the living room where the furniture was of neutral colors, not too fancy, but added enough elegance to tell he had some taste. Decorative wall art that had pops of oranges and reds. There was a mini bar off in the corner. There was a guest bedroom down the hall. Simple and elegant. His bedroom wasn’t what I expected. Huge king size bed, white sheets, and comfort. Clean and very inviting. I sit my things down on the chase next to the window and go back into the living room. After settling in a bit, I get a text from Irv saying he is on his way home. Instant tingling and I can feel the anticipation begin to build. He gets home about an hour after my arrival. No sooner did he walk in the door and look at me, Lucy started leaking. I thought I pissed myself.

“Girl…what is you doing? He hasn’t even touched you yet.” Spoke too soon.

While exchanging pleasantries, he is slowly making his way over to me, sitting on the couch in the living room. I have on cheer shorts, just enough to have a little booty meat hanging out, and a tank top. I stand up to give him that, welcome home hug, and BAM!! Those lips came in hot and ready. It was like they swallowed mine, instantly. I had never been kissed like that. Tongue was minimal. Lips soft as velvet. My knees buckled a little bit, and by this point I knew I had pissed myself. 

I wasn’t wet, I was soaking wet.

 It was like his kisses opened the valves and everything just began to flow. He then took full advantage, probably sensing what was going on in my nether regions. Irv put that hand on the back of my head, pulled me in closer, and kissed me so deeply, it felt like dude was making out with my soul. All the while, his hand is slowly making its way, scanning my body, gripping my ass, massaging my t**s, and then slips right down my shorts. As soon as he touched her, I moaned. I could feel the smile come across his face.

Gently he whispers, “somebody likes me.”

“Mmhmm” was the only response I could give.

Slowly, he pulls away, giving touches with his lips on my neck and chest. His eyes are glowing. Lips flushed. He takes the two fingers that sparkle with my honey juice, and ever so slowly puts them in his mouth. And at that moment I knew I was f****d!! He goes into the room, and I hear the shower turn on. Now, with what just happened within the first five minutes of him coming home, my hot ass wanted to go jump in that damn shower with him and let him take me on out. But then those pics flashed in my head, and immediately I came to my senses. 

Walk before you run. 

I’m on the couch, cooling off, and it almost undone when this man comes out the bathroom, smelling like lavender and Curve. The basketball shorts reveal the outline of his manhood.

“Lord, you are blessed” He chuckled. “Say what?”.

 “oh, nothing.” Keep it together Meredith…not yet!!

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

“I am, but don’t worry. I’m cooking for you.”

The menu: grilled chicken and asparagus and it was delicious. Dinner was amazing. Full of flavor, conversation, flirting, and the exchanging of “you’re gonna get it” looks. After finishing up and clearing the table, I walk back to the couch. I was avoiding that bedroom like the plague. Lucy and I both knew that once we stepped over that threshold, we would never walk or feel the same. Now, don’t think I wasn’t trained properly. I offered to clean the kitchen since he cooked, but I was not allowed.

 “Go. Sit. Down.” Voice was deep and sultry.

“Excuse Me. Yes sir.”

 We sat on the couch, talked some more: work, school, family. I started to get a little more relaxed and comfortable, because up until this moment I was nervous as hell. He grabs my legs and lays them across his lap. I shimmied my way down a little more into the couch, stretching my legs out a little further. Irv begins to massage my feet, my legs, works his hand up my thighs. I can feel that cucumber growing, and that ever present tingle in my Lucy was getting stronger and stronger. His hands are strong and soft. As they make their way, I can feel my legs parting. It was uncontrollable; like they had a mind of their own. 

My legs are parting like the Red Sea. 

Irv’s grin grew bigger and decides that it is time. He pulls me down by my ankles. I’m lying flat on my back. Instead of rubbing his hand up my legs, he puts those juicy lips on the inside of my thigh. Before I realized it, I was squirming.

“Stay still.”

His voice. The kisses. The further up he went, the more my faucets opened. Soon enough, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my Lucy through my shorts. He kisses her ever so gently.

I’m going to bust! 

This is too much. Meredith, control yourself. Be a big girl! Ok…breathe…just breathe. OMG is he…the warmth of his breath, changes to the coolness of the air, as he slides my shorts to the side.

“I can’t be rude to her. I have to say hello.” He mumbles.

The warmth resurfaced as his lips engulfs my Lucy. The anticipation builds to a point I yelped.

“Shhh.”

 I grab the pillow next to me and put it over my face. He is devouring me with force. Like he had been waiting, dreaming about this very moment. His tongue making circles around my outer-most parts, getting every bit of juice my Lucy is making. He lifts his head up, lips shining and a smirk on his face. Out of nowhere, Irv stands up, holds out his hand.

“Let us get you washed up. I am ready for my dessert.”

I am sure at this point I am looking like a deer in headlights…Ok…be cool Meredith…Be. Cool. We walk into the room, him leading the way. The room is cool, smells like vanilla, and the lights were low. Very welcoming of s*x session that was about to commence. Irv calls me into the bathroom. The tub is filled with bubbles. Smelling of chamomile. Music in the background. I have undressed and slipped into my silk robe.

“Nice.” He says in a low voice.

I smile, blushing a little. Walking over to the tub, I get in. It’s hot, but not too hot. He helps me into the tub.

“I must say, this is a first.”

“Really Meredith? I would have thought you got this treatment all the time.”

Looking at him confused, “Irv, now you know these college boys don’t know anything about stuff like this.”

“Well, I guess it’s time for you to leave those boys alone.”

“Is that right? I need to mess with you, cradle robber?” We both laugh.

“I can show you better than I can tell you.”

And just like that the tingle and nervousness was back. Irv steps out. I finish my bath. I come back into the room, and he is sitting on the side of the bed, shorts on only. Big boy was waiting and ready. I walk around to the other side of the bed where my bag is sitting. I take out my lotions, face wash, mouthwash, and head back into the bathroom. Lucy and I need to have a heart to heart. Irv was not having it. Before I could clear the threshold of the bathroom doorway, he grabs my hand, and takes my lotions. He lays me on my stomach, spreads my legs apart, just enough for him to fit between them while standing at the side of the bed. Cool drops of lotion and oil hit my back. His hands are glorious, caressing my body, exploring my curves, slowly placing kisses along the way. A soft moan escapes my lips, encouraging him to keep going. Each time he leans in to reach my shoulders, his manhood rubs across my ass. I want it. We are ready now. “Roll over, Meredith.”

The way he says my name, makes my n*****s perk up and sends a sensation down my spine that I cannot explain. I roll over, body in full display.

“Damn, you have grown up.”

“Oh, I have?”

 “Absolutely. I have been waiting for this. Let me show you the difference between a man and a boy.”

He pulled my hands above my head and tied them to the headboard.

“Now you can’t go anywhere.”

“Show me what you got.” I whispered.

“Talking s**t, huh?”

 “Well, I mean if that’s what you think I am doing.”

Before I can get out another word, Irv has strategically placed himself between my legs. He kisses, and licks, and sucks better than my damn toys at home. He has me pent down by waist, so there is no running away from him. I had to take all of it. Each lap his tongue takes, sends me closer to the stars.

“Those boys can’t do this.” He mumbled.

“Noo, oh no no no”. I whined.

I have lost all ability to speak and make sense, unable to form sentences to talk the s**t I would normally. As he continues to work his way around my Lucy, he takes two fingers and slid them inside. The rhythm is relentless.

Panting, moaning, groaning.

Tongue and fingers working in unison to create a sensation that I didn’t know existed. “I’m about to come. I’m about to…” I panted.

“Please. Come for me Meredith. Give it to me baby.”

I cried out. I came hard and fast. I immediately felt a release. All the tension, all the anticipation. Pleasure…it all came out. I had never experienced exhaustion after getting one off, nor had I ever had anyone make me bust like that from just oral. It was bliss.

“Good girl.”

Irv come overs and unties my hands, then heads into the bathroom, gets a warm washcloth, and cleans up the lavish mess he had made. Fresh and relaxed, I make my way under the covers. The silk sheets were cool on my skin. He slides in behind me, pulls me close, erection on full display.

“Somebody is happy to see me” I said slyly, settling into my perfect spoon position. “Don’t worry. Relax. I will introduce you two when it’s time.”

He softly kisses me, then my neck. With a smile on my face, I drift off to sleep, reminiscing, and excited for tomorro