Mandy and Me: Part 1 - Sex Stories

Mandy and Me: Part 1

***This story was written from my girlfriend's POV. We really enjoyed the story together, so we thought to post*** I'm selling chocolate door to door. My cheer squad is making all of the JV girls fundraise for competition. It's unfair. I'm 16 and don't have my own car yet. The older girls do, why can't they fundraise out in this heat? I have to walk. Ugh. I walk up to my next house. It's a large one, white, with black trimming on the the upper beams. It looks like a nice house. A house with kids! I'm sure they'll want some chocolate. I ring the doorbell. A middle-aged woman comes to the door, and I begin my speech... "Hi ma'am. My name is Amanda. I'm a Junior Varsity cheerleader at the local high school and we're selling chocolate to the families in town to raise money for our cheer competition next month. We have all different flavors, only $1 each!" I say with this biggest smile. The lady smiles at me, "well, how adorable! You know what, let me call my son down so he can choose which ones he wants himself”. She turns around and shifts her focus towards the top of the stairs, “Blake, honey? Can you come down here for a moment, please?” your mother shouts. You come down, and it appears that you just came home from school. You still have your hot wheels backpack strapped to your back. You’re in blue basketball shorts wearing a shirt with a legoland logo on it. You halt right at my feet, and I’m startled by your eagerness. I smile and laugh at how cute you are, “someone is a ...

... little excited”. I open my box to reveal all the different types of chocolates I’m selling. “Honey, go ahead and pick out six. One for now, one for after dinner for the next three days,” your mom looks at me, “He just got student of the month at his elementary school, out of the entire fifth grade class! He’s my special little boy,” she pats you on the head while you’re scanning through the box. You have this goofy smile on your face, as if you’ve never been more excited in your life. “Wow kid, you’ve got a super great mom. Make sure you always listen to her,” I laugh and smile at your mom, who returns the friendly smile and hands me $7.00, instead of $6.00. I know exactly how to charm the adults. You’re still picking out chocolates, all while the your mom continues to gloat about your achievements, when I suddenly glance down. For some odd reason, I’m drawn to a certain spot on your pants. There’s an unusually large bulge. Your mom said fifth grade, right? How is it that he already seems to have that big of a dick? That can’t be. Still, I just can’t look away. It’s as if my mind is telling me I have to figure out this mystery. Like I need to be the one to touch it and see if it’s actually real or just my imagination. Without thinking, my right arm starts to slowly reach towards your shorts, my eyes fixated on the hidden treasure in your basketball shorts. Suddenly, you stand up and cheer. “Yay! Thanks so much, Mommy!!! I can’t wait to have this one". You hold up the chocolate ...