First Taste of Cum Part 102    
          by Bill Beaumonte (  

This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.  

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Author’s note:
This series presents a number of independent stories of about youthful first blowjobs. Some of these are inspired by my readers. I hope you enjoy this series

Returning the Favor

    I'm Bill, a junior in a high school in the outskirts of Cedar Rapids, Iowa. From our standpoint, Cedar Rapids is the big city, but it's drawfed by the really big cities like New York, Chicago or LA. What that means for us is that there isn't nearly the diversity you would find in a thriving metropolis. It's an urban version of an otherwise conservative state. Until recently I really didn't care about diversity, but I met someone who changed my life forever.

My buddy Jason got invited to a party by Marcy, a girl from our school, and promised to take me along. The party was being held a Rachel's house who was a friend of Marcy. They were in a different school district, so both Jason and I were eager to meeting some new girls.

The party was on a Friday night, and during the day Marcy made a point of cautioning us that nobody was allowed to smoke weed in the house. Rachel didn't want any smells remaining to alert her parents, who were going out for the night.

There would be plenty of beer and some mixed drinks, but the highlight would be some special brownies, freshly baked by Rachel for the party. "So instead of getting high, we'll be just get fat," I said.

"These brownies will give you a serious case of the munchies," she said.

"You mean?" I asked.

"Yes, there's weed in the brownies," Marcy said, "But don't pig out on them – one or two will be enough."

Jason and I decided to get there early so we'd get some brownies before they were all gone.

That night it seemed that a lot of people had the same idea because when we arrived there was already a good sized group there. We were directed to the basement, which was dimly lit. Soon I saw why – there was some serious making out going on here!

Jason and I split up to try our luck in finding chicks. I was looking around to find a girl not already taken when a soft voice behind me said, "Care for a brownie? I still have a couple left."

I turned and saw a tall thin girl with pretty long hair down over her shoulders. In the dim light I couldn't tell what color her hair or eyes were, but what I could see about her looked really nice. On top of that, she seemed friendly and that was a great start!

"I'd love it," I said, "I'm Bill."

"Hi Bill, glad to meet you," she said, "I'm Ronnie Maxwell – Rachel is my sister."

I saw Rachel upstairs in the full light and she looked really hot, so I supposed that Ronnie would as well.

"Let's find a place to sit down and we can share these," she said.

I hoped we would soon be sharing more than just brownies. We found a love seat facing away from most of the crowd, which would give us more privacy. We made small talk while we shared the brownies, while I tried to decide how to make the best of my opportunity tonight.

After we finished the brownies Ronnie set the plate on a table and seemed to slide closer to me. I put my hand on hers and she put her head on my shoulder. I inhaled her perfume and decided to take a risk and leaned to her and kissed her cheek, but she quickly turned and brought her lips to mine. This was going better than I had hoped. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me close, as her tongue parted my lips and our tongues played together. We spent much of the night kissing, though we did take time to talk from time to time.

The kissing was wonderful, but I really wanted to go further, but didn't know how to proceed in this semi-public setting. Ronnie's hand found my cock through my pants and gently squeezed it – she was my kind of girl!

"I know you're in a serious state of need and I'm not going to be a cock tease," Ronnie said, "I know just what you need."

Ronnie unzipped me and took my cock out, and cautioned me not to make any noise.

She knelt on the floor and sucked my cock expertly. I couldn't believe my good fortune, meeting Ronnie and experiencing her wonderful attention.

Soon I climaxed and she just swallowed without complaint, and returned to my side. I turned to kiss her and she said, "No, I better rinse my mouth out first."

I pulled her to me and pressed my lips to hers, and said, "After what you did I can only welcome your kisses."

"You're not like other guys," she said, "I hope this night won't be all there is for us."

"Ronnie dear," I said, "I sure want to see you again soon, and want to return the favor."

"Bill, you don't have to do that," she insisted, "I just wanted to do something nice for you, without any obligation."

"Ronnie," I replied, "If you are willing, I really do want to return the favor."

Ronnie smiled at me and said she was indeed willing and asked if I would like to come see her on Sunday. I quickly agreed and we set a time. We continued to kiss until the party started to wind down. I wanted Ronnie to go upstairs with me as I prepared to leave but she said she had to stay down there and help Rachel clean up so there wasn't a mess for her parents to find. I kissed her goodnight and departed.

When I awoke the next morning I couldn't get Ronnie out of my mind. That entire day I thought about her and how special she was. I'm not sure if I did anything but think about her on Saturday, but when Sunday afternoon arrived, I cleaned up and got dressed to visit Ronnie. When I arrived at Ronnie's I was greeted by Rachel and Mrs. Maxwell. Mrs. Maxwell offered me a cola and told me she was really glad to meet me – Ronnie was really shy and didn't have a lot of friends, and she was so glad that I came to date Ronnie.

As I sipped my cola, Rachel whispered to me, "I know about your wanting to return the favor – that's wonderful!" Well, I guess sisters talk about everything, so I resigned myself to not having any secrets from her.

Ronnie entered the room and I just froze. I realized that I had made a terrible mistake. Mrs. Maxwell saw my stunned look and asked, "What's wrong?"

I turned to Ronnie and said, "But you're a boy!"

Ronnie burst into tears and turned away. "I thought you were different," she said as she departed.

Rachel ran after Ronnie and returned after a few minutes. "You honestly thought the Ronnie was a girl?" she asked.

"I feel really stupid about this," I said, "But yes – she seemed so feminine and it's not the sort of thing you ask about."

"So now you aren't interested?" she asked.

"I'm not like that," I blurted out – how do you deal with such a thing?

"I get it – your just like all the other homophobes," said Rachel

"No," I said, "I'm not a homophobe, but I'm not gay."

Mrs. Maxwell had tears in her eyes. I really hate it when women cry – I never know what to do about it.

Finally she gathered her thoughts and said, "Bill, you seem like a nice boy, but Ronnie is really hurt over this – will you at least talk with him a bit."

I didn't know what we had to talk about, but I agreed – crying women can have a lot of leverage over a guy.

Mrs. Maxwell suggested that I wait for Ronnie on the front porch, where I sat on a bench. I suppose other guys would have insisted that Ronnie had misled them, but I knew I had a role to play in the deception. As I sat there I felt really stupid – both for making out with a boy, but also for causing so much hurt.

I'm not sure how long I was alone, but finally Ronnie came out and said, "Mind if I join you?"

"Please do," I said.

We sat together wordlessly for awhile, and finally I broke the silence.

"I really enjoyed our time together last night," I said.

His eyes were red from crying, but he managed a small smile and replied, "I did too – and you are quite a guy for admitting that – don't you hate me?"

"No!" I insisted, "In fact I still kind of like you, but it's all so confusing to me."

Ronnie put his hand on my leg and I squeezed his hand, saying, "Even though I now know you are a boy, I'm still strangely drawn to you."

"Give me a couple minutes and I'll make it easier for you," Ronnie said, going into the house.

I had no idea what was happening, but in about fifteen minutes I heard Rachel say, "Ronnie, I'm not sure this is a good idea."

Ronnie came through the door and now she was a girl – or at least she sure looked like one!

She sat beside me and I immediately took her hand. I was more conflicted than ever – I knew Ronnie was a boy but I sure liked the girl sitting next to me.

Finally I asked, "Would you like to go to a movie?"

"Are you really asking me out?" Ronnie asked.

"Yes Ronnie," I said, "I'm asking you to go on a date with me – may I kiss you?"

Ronnie put her arms around me and we kissed, and it was every bit as good as at the party!

"I need to tell Mom that we're going out," Ronnie said.

Mrs. Maxwell looked me right in the eye and said, "Bill, do you know what you're doing?"

"No Ma'am," I replied, "But I sure hope I can figure it out."

"Just don't hurt Ronnie more than you already have," she ordered.

On the way to the movie, Ronnie said, "You can call me Rhonda, if you prefer."

"I like that," I agreed.

During the movie we continued to kiss, as if we had never stopped from the party.

"I don't expect you to return the favor," Rhonda said, "You didn't know what you were talking about at the time."

I should have been relieved to hear that, but I had mixed feelings and just didn't quite know what to think about this.

I liked being with Rhonda, even though I knew she wasn't the girl she appeared to be. I finally came to realize that the desire that I had was for a boy, and I had to stop deceiving myself.

After the movie we returned to her house and sat on the porch in the darkness. We continued to kiss and I asked her to remove her panties.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I assured her.

She stood up and reached under her skirt and slipped her panties off. She handed them to me and I put them in my pocket.

As I sat next to Rhonda I slipped my hand under her skirt and fondled her. "Do you know what you're doing?" she asked.

"I hope so," I replied, then I knelt on the porch and lifted the front of her skirt, exposing her erection.

"What ae you doing?" she asked with surprise.

"I'm returning the favor," I replied, taking her into mouth, eager to make her feel wanted.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (