Commission: A Harem His Own - Preview 3

Whoo, this preview could pretty much be a commission on its own! (... Alright, maybe half of one considering me.) A lot had to go into this scene for future setup, and I wish that the whole story could be taken so slowly, but then it'd be like, 100k. XD

Anyway, preview 3!

"Ryan barely slept that night, too busy daydreaming about how their date was going to go. He didn’t even know where they were going, “her favorite place” could be anywhere, and considering what he knew of her family he was guessing it'd be expensive.

Like with the dust, there was an agony to waiting; he may have gotten a kiss last night, but he didn’t get her cell number or anything. No way to see when she was on the way, so the boy was left to just getting ready. He settled on a nice dress shirt and tie, hedging his bets, and scrounged together all he could to be able to pay his own way; hopefully it would do.

“You’re looking fine,” his mother noted, making her way through the breakfast dishes. “Special occasion?”

It was strange to be able to say it out loud, dancing giddily on the tip of his tongue and filling him with anticipation. “Yeah, I've got a date with Julianne,” he answered proudly.

His mother gave a chuckle, brushing a lock of her ginger hair over her ear. “Well, that certainly explains the smile she had when she was headed home last night; and your little outburst,” she teased her son.

“You heard that?” the boy murmured embarrassedly.

The woman nodded, shaking the water from her hands. “Your father was hoping it was you ready to ace a test,” she joked. “I’m happy for you both, just remember to be safe.”

Safe? Ryan's cheeks flushed deep; he knew he'd forgotten something. Then again, the idea he and the goddess so above him would do anything, especially on a first date, still seemed like a far-off pipe dream. “I-I will mom,” he stammered, putting it on his mental checklist to make sure he had condoms before she arrived.

He wasn’t left waiting long. A little before quarter to twelve the doorbell rang, causing his heart to skip a beat; his mother only giving a chuckle when her son shot to his feet with an enthusiastic, “I’ll get it.”

Swinging the door open, the redheaded boy was, as usual, stunned by the goddess given form. Like yesterday she was dressed casually, albeit significantly more sexually in a thin strapped camisole that gave a delicious view of her promising cleavage for him to enjoy. A sight for certain that would have gotten her sent home from school if she arrived in it, adding the intoxicating sensation that this was just for him.

Julianne gave a soft giggle, the jumping of her chest teasing him with those perfect orbs. “A little overdressed, aren’t you?” she noted the sharp contrast of their choice of outfits.

Blush filled his cheeks. “Well, I wasn’t sure where you wanted to go,” he admitted nervously, scratching at the back of his neck, mostly hidden by the crisp collar of his shirt.

Her smile could have pierced even the coldest heart. “Oh well,” the beauty reached out, taking his hand and entwining her slim fingers with his own. “You look handsome.”

She complimented him. How was something so simple increasing his nerves tenfold? Maybe it was the warm feeling of her palm against his, as she gently pulled herself closer to hang off of his arm, breasts gently squishing into him. “Ready to go?” the blonde asked him simply, resting her head against his shoulder.

Could there be a more ideal heaven for the boy, than to have the object of his deepest desires in such close contact? He couldn’t think of one right then, reduced to the excitable mess he had been last night. “Of course,” he replied, doing his best not to disturb her hold as they set off from the doorstep.

“Have fun you two!” his mother called behind him, like a strike in the back of embarrassment. Julianne didn’t seem to mind one bit though, keeping her possessive half-hug on him as she guided him off towards the local restaurant strip.

Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off her, admiring every part of her from the gentle red tone of her lips, to the subtle curve of her neck. The weather was beautiful, the sun gazing down and lapping at her skin, highlighting the pure unmarred gold of his date's hair. It was perfect, just as she was, and he couldn’t believe even now that it was real life.

The beauty caught his stare, meeting him with another of her pristine smiles. He worried for a moment that she would call him out, as he tore his dark gaze back up from her chest and into her sparkling eyes. Instead though she leaned in to place a quick little kiss on his cheek. “Like what you see?” she asked, tightening her grip on him and pressing herself closer.

The blood in his body didn’t know where to go; up to blush, or down for an erection at one of the hottest things the boy had ever heard. In the struggle however, it left his brain on empty, scrambling for what the correct response was to her being into it. “Who wouldn’t? You're the most beautiful woman in the world,” he told her, purely on reflex.

His answer scored him another kiss, this one closer to his eager lips. “You’re sweet,” the blonde cooed softly, tightening her grip on him as her plush breasts squished up further against him, beginning to pour up over the low neckline of her top.

A couple minutes of walking, that felt all too short in his stupor, and her heavenly voice broke their serene silence. “Here we are.”

It was far from what Ryan had expected. Just a small hole in the wall really, a lime green sign declaring the little place as “Burrito Sam's”. If you weren’t looking for it, you'd pass it by for any of the other dozens of food options that adorned the town’s strip.

“This is your favorite place?” he asked in disbelief.

She gave a small nod in reply. “Yep. The absolute best place to get lunch, you'll love it!” the golden goddess assured as she pulled him inside.

It wasn’t much better than the façade, maybe four simple tables for diners and a long counter where dozens of ingredients were on display in covered containers. A man stood there, gingerly wiping down the work surface in his hair net and apron while the place was empty. Once the bell above his door rang his tanned face rose, and a bright smile spread across his old face.

“Ah Ashton,” he greeted warmly, the hints of a Spanish accent on his words. “Not every weekend I get to see you, and with a boy no less,” he noted the company she was still eager holding onto.

“A boyfriend,” Julianne corrected, causing Ryan’s cheeks to flush. That was one hell of a title to hold, her boyfriend, and it filled him with even more butterflies of joy and nerve. “You’re working the weekend Sam? Was nobody available for the shift?” she asked as she pulled her date along to the register.

The old man shook his head. “Nah, I'm not going to take them away from studying with your finals around the corner. Gotta get themselves good grades to end up working somewhere better than my little dive,” he explained, already dipping below the counter and pulling out a couple of large tortillas. “Good to see you've found yourself someone special though,” his dark eyes met Ryan’s and he offered out a hand over the protective glass.

Reaching back the redheaded boy was met with a firm shake. “The name's Sam, if you didn’t hear,” the owner joked kindly. “Got yourself a name 'boyfriend'?”

“Ryan,” he answered quickly, still revelling in his new title.

“Well Ryan,” the man returned to his art, giving the counter a tap, “what do you like on your food logs? I'll take it you’re having your favorite miss Ashton?”

“Yes,” the pure girl replied. “Ground beef, sour cream, your delicious corn and black bean salsa, and of course a nice thick dollop of your nacho cheese on top of the regular stuff,” she listed off seamlessly.

The trim boy needed to think about it, faced with option paralysis with so much placed out before him. “Um,” he muttered, looking it all over.

Sam needed to hear no more, handing the couple a small pamphlet. “Take a seat, think it over,” he offered, “I’ll get you two some nachos to start.”

Opening it up Ryan browsed his options, as his girlfriend was already pulling him to one of the tables. “I can help out with a few suggestions,” she offered as they plopped into their seats.

Once more his gaze was drawn to her, to the bounce of her chest when she landed down, and the way they were resting on the table as she leaned over to him. His teenaged mind didn’t have the right words to put to the sight. He could make out the edge of her red bra, just below the soft breast spilling ever so slightly over her neckline. It was the type of thing you dreamed about, or scoured the net for hours for, and it was right in front of him, real as day.

There were other things the boy needed to be focusing on though. “Sure,” he managed to snap to, and within a few minutes he had a nice spicy order in he was pretty sure he would enjoy from her descriptions of things.

Sam was on it, and quickly they were greeted with a pair of fat burritos, the size of small babies, in quaint little baskets. Considering the prices on the menu, Ryan hadn’t considered half this much; granted he hadn’t expected some cheap little burrito place to be a ritzy girl like Julianne’s favorite. As she drew up her meal however, her slender fingers wrapped around that delicious package as she took her first bite, you wouldn’t doubt it was.

It was strange. So long he'd placed the blonde up on a divine pedestal, and now the boy was seeing a positively human side of her; just like everyone else, enjoying her junk food. Yet, to him, she was still as beautiful and radiant as ever; maybe even more so.

As she pulled the stuffed packet from her mouth a dollop of yellow and white goop dropped along her chin and onto her chest, causing a mild embarrassed flinch and a mouth-full giggle as she scooped it with a finger back to her hungry lips. Her eyes met his, her blue orbs seemingly deeper than he was used to, richer in colour, and she gave a small smile. It was a look that revelled in his staring, enjoyed that she excited him so, and in part knew what he wanted.

The girl shifted slightly, adjusting her arms to frame her breasts perfectly as she continued to eat. They pushed ever so more slightly over her bra, deepening her cleavage and drawing his looks further within. She had to be straining her top, arching her back, because he swore, he heard the groaning of stitches coming from her direction.

For as much fun as they were having though, they had come for lunch. “It’s much better warm,” she made note of his untouched burrito. “I do want you to enjoy it, so we can come back here together.”

Already the idea they would return, maybe even on another date, as she wolfed back another huge bite of her food roll. “Of course,” he replied, far more confidently than he'd been most of the day.

Taking hid first bite, it was clear why this place deserved the prestigious title of the goddess Julianne’s favorite. The spices hit him hard, bringing light tears to the corners of his eyes, but the myriad of flavours between the rice, meat, and the rest of the ingredients. It was a beautiful melange that had him quickly going for another bite, even before his mouth stopped stinging from the jalapeño.

“Glad you like it,” she teased, as all the well-dressed boy could reply with was a thumbs up.

Over behind the counter Sam gave a small chuckle, only listening to snippets of the young couple's conversation. “Like you'd pick a boy who didn’t like my work,” he joked, fishing a bottle from the cooler and bringing it to their table for him. “Mexican import, real cane sugar,” he explained, popping the top off with his bottle opener and letting out the cola's fine carbonated hiss.

“Thank you,” Ryan smiled through the burn, taking the offered drink and sipping some back. He could taste the difference the moment it touched his tongue, the natural sweetness not present in domestically made sodas.

Alright, no question he'd be back; even if it was just on his own.

The pair enjoyed the rest of their meal, exchanging looks, and laughs. When the time finally came to pay the redhead went for his wallet only to have his angel refuse to let him pay. He could afford it by all means, for both of them, but Julianne insisted she'd invited him out, it was only fair she would pay. Plus, she was better off than him, it wasn’t going to hurt her at all, where he was better off saving for something special.

Without a better argument, the boy surrendered, and soon they were walking out the door together. “This was nice,” the beauty sighed happily, resuming her cuddling hug of her boyfriend’s arm.

“It was,” he agreed, hugging her back. Could he dare for more? Turning to look at her, her blue eyes were staring back at him, waiting with an expectant smile on those perfect lips.

He dared. Carefully he took her chin in his fingertips, marveling at the softness of her skin, and held her in position to come in for a kiss. The divine girl didn’t resist. He could hear the shortest, excited gasp escape her, as her eyes closed to savour the moment their lips touched.

It was as you would expect of teenagers. Sloppy, enthusiastic, but not at all lacking for passion. Their tongues darted for each other’s mouths, tasting the light remnants of each others’ meals as they danced over lips, tongue, and teeth alike. Julianne lifted her arms, draping them over the trim boy’s shoulders to hold him in while they made out, and for a moment it was if time was stopped; replaced solely by the sparks between them. This was a first kiss.

When finally, they deigned to break it they with both grinning, the girl looking up at him lovingly with those deep-blue eyes. “Care to walk me home handsome?” she asked.

As if he would ever refuse her. Arm in arm they walked, once more playing the game of his peeking at her in the afternoon light, only for her to encourage him. Her place was a significant way off compared to his own, the two of them wandering into the richer part of town, where the houses got further and further away from one another as their yards, if such grand expanses could still be called that, grew to accommodate the mansions at their center.

It felt like each one they passed got bigger, setting off dollar values in his head that the boy was already having problems fathoming. He knew she was well off, but this was almost giving him a headache. Finally, they stopped, in front of a place secluded from the world by a large gate, where he assumed, they would be parting ways.

He assumed wrong, as the blonde opened up the large barrier and continued to pull him along. “Come on,” she prompted with a flashy grin, pulling him up the wide driveway.

This was more that he expected: the sheer distance between his family’s small little two-story home and this monument to opulence. Each step closer made him feel more and more nervous, more and more like he didn’t belong. Yet Julianne didn’t seem to feel that in the slightest, her smile jovial as they got to the door.

Once again, he expected this to be their parting goodbye, only for her to continue to prove him wrong. The divine beauty cracked the door, peeking inside quiet as she could before returning to him with a grin. “Mom’s watching TV, so sush,” she warned, and pulled him inside after her.

Ryan’s heart was racing so hard he thought it might burst from his chest. His dark eyes darted around the huge entryway, the spiralling staircases going up and down in the center, the window to a huge dining room to their right. Even from here he could make out the sounds of daytime television coming from above, signalling where the girl knew her mother was, but where were they going?

The redheaded boy remained silent as a mouse, to nervous to make a sound really, as his girlfriend proceeded to guide him up those stairs. Out of paranoia, as they crested the top of the staircase his gaze went to the television, to Julianne’s mother sitting there.

Even with her looking away it was obvious where the diva got her looks from. Her mother had to be in her forties but definitely holding it well, only the faintest of wrinkles marring her complexion in the corners of her eyes. Like her daughter, brilliant golden hair flowed down her back, kept long and free, and her body was lithe and toned under a slim fitting dress. It was obvious even from this distance the woman had had some work done, her lips full and plush, and her breasts just a bit to firm in how they sat upon her chest, but at her age and position, you couldn’t really blame her.

She never turned their way, leaving her daughter to secret them away towards the closest room and quickly lock the door behind them. Giving another quick look around, it was clearly Julianne’s; her various trophies and achievements sitting on shelves and displayed on the walls. That was all the look he got however.

The blonde was on him, pressing her lips to his for more making out as her hands made a move for his body. As the first time she kissed him the boy was left stunned, slowly trying to process everything that was going on. They were in her room, she was kissing him, and in the time it was taking him to put two and two together her hands had found their way into his top, and her tickling his abs as they worked to remove his shirt.

Oh god, it was happening. Already he felt himself growing hard, eager for what was to come as his hands started their own journey to her body, sitting on her hips as hers had made it up to his pecs. Before it got too far, and he lost his will to interrupt things, he had to be responsible. “Condom,” was all he managed to squeak out between kisses and her raking her teeth over his lips.

That gave her pause, the ravenous girl breaking from her kissing. “You want one?” she asked, looking up at him with those rich, blue eyes.

In truth, he didn’t. He wanted the full intimacy of having her, experiencing all of this for the first time in its purest form. If something were to happen though, what would happen to their relationship, to their lives? “I brought some,” the boy told her, fishing into his pocket for his wallet, and the contraceptives within.

The beauty mulled it over a minute, then took one from her boyfriend and came back in for a peck. “Okay,” she whispered, getting back to business by tugging his tie loose and finishing with his top.

It wasn’t anything new to be topless around her, they'd swam together. Having her hands roaming him, enjoying the feel of him as she laid kisses upon him was another matter. She could easily have continued, working on his jeans, but instead she was waiting, flashing a mischievous look up at him. He'd been looking at her all day after all, now it was his turn.

He was almost scared, his hands gingerly moving up her sides, grazing up through the dip of her waist as she let out a delightful gasp. His thumbs slipped into the flowy hem on her camisole, tracing over the bottom edge of her bra band. How much did he want to take it off? Not yet though; for as excited as he was, he wanted to savour every moment of their first time.

He tightened his fingers on her top, the girl willfully lifting her arms for him as he pulled it up over her head. The bunched fabric caught on her breasts, drawing his eyes down to admire the way it lifted those delicate orbs. The edge of her light-pink nipples were revealed, peeking over the barrier of her bra to say hello as their owner's chemise cleared her head.

Her breasts didn’t return to their cups, instead muffining over with a glorious swell as they fell. Never in a million years would Ryan had imagined such a beautiful sight, let alone have it in front of him. The temptation was welling up inside of him to reach up and take hold of the soft, pillowy mounds, but there was still one more barrier. Stepping up he wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her tits squish up on his bare chest, and began to blindly play with the hooks.

They were tight, the elastic near taught beneath his fingertips, leaving him to struggle to get just the smallest bit of movement to get them out of the loops. One at a time though, he got them, each victory causing her chest to surge a little more against him, building up his arousal; and excitement for what was to come. The last finally came free, and the weight of her bust dropped against him as she let the undergarment fall from her form to the floor between them.

Hard against his chest the boy felt her nipples, each little motion either of them made brushing them over him and causing her to let out shuddering moans; singing an invitation he was all too happy to accept. Taking a step back, something that didn’t come easily, but it let his dark eyes watch her perfect breasts bounce into place on her chest. They were round, perky, and bigger than he imagined. After having seen then in her school swimsuit over a hundred times, he was sure he knew their size, not that he was upset to be wrong. She was still a growing girl after all.

Slowly he brought his hands up, taking each of the soft orbs in his grip, revelling in the feeling of them overflowing his grasp, squishing between his fingers. If he were to die now, he would have been content to be labeled a happy man. He wasn’t about to perish though, and each passing second would just get better.

Moving along her skin he came to those sensitive pink nubs, taking them between his thumb and forefinger to give them a gentle little twist. The beauty gave a sharp gasp, quivering at his touch and growing more restless. Her hands were on him, nails curling against his skin as he built up her desire. They were both anxious, hungry for more, yet he continued to play.

She whimpered, leaning in and laying a kiss on his neck, a plea for more as her fingers went to work on his belt buckle. Unlike his blind stumbling she had him free in seconds, his pants falling to the floor with a heavy thud to let her claw at his boxers. They fell next, only held around his thighs by their elastic, letting his rock hand manhood out for her to paw at.

Awkwardly they stumbled towards the bed, the blonde falling back into her lavish sheets with a lustful need in her eyes. She wanted it, lifting her legs and pulling her skirt up to let him see the naughty wet stain he'd left her with on front of her panties. The trim boy knew his job, running his hands up her smooth-shaven legs to take hold of the final barrier between them and peel it off of her. String of her raw arousal connected her to the garment as it was pulled away, and then her glistening, smooth sex was revealed to him. She still had the condom, and with tactless movements born of needy excitement she tore it open and applied it to his hand and a half rod with a few quick rolls.

They didn’t bother taking off her skirt, the redhead just moved into position, hands on either side of her torso, as his swollen head pressed against her entrance. His dick slipped in a couple inches, only for things to get rough and stop his progress. He would pull back, the horny girl letting out a needy whimper that would rise back to a lewd moan when he pressed back forth, and the same thing would happen.

Despite her readiness, things were slow, and in their youthful inexperience, clumsy; not that either of them had reference to compare. After his fourth pump he was close enough for the divine beauty to wrap her arms over his shoulders and start thrusting back. It was out of sync, wild, but when presented with her enthusiasm, and the warm, snug walls of her sex, he couldn’t care.

Sweat started coating them as they got into in, their breaths coming in ragged patterns. Ryan could feel her hot gasps escaping, lapping at his exposed next and driving him on. Then, with a powerful plunge, he felt the lightest little “pop”, and his lover let out a short whimper.

He snapped to, turning his dark eyes to her with worry. “Are you okay?”

The blonde gave him a nod. “Fine, keep going” she pleaded, kissing his neck and holding him closer.

Once more, we wouldn’t deny her. In the clouded, mid coitus, haze in his head it took him a minute to figure out what happened. He'd popped her “cherry” as it were. He would never have imagined such a perfect girl would have been a virgin, and the idea she was giving her first time to him…

The boy's efforts redoubled, Julianne letting out pleasured moans in his ear tightening her grip on them until the final moments where he blew his hot load in her. She let out a surprised gasp, hugging him to her, his head towards her breasts, as she marveled in the feeling of the condom swelling up inside her. She let out a few incoherent babbles, laying kisses across his skin as she rode out her high.

He wasn’t much better, breathing heavy and hot all over. “That was-“ he stammered out as he tried to recover, feeling himself starting to, reluctantly, soften inside her.

“Amazing,” the angel finished for him, lifting his chin to shove her tongue in his mouth again. It couldn’t last as long as their previous make outs, short of breath as they were, but it was even more powerful in the afterglow of their love making.

They stayed like that as long as they could, until the sunlight started to peek through the window to stretch along the floor. It was getting late and the redheaded boy needed to get home; not that after that he felt like much of a boy anymore. The pair got dressed, the divine beauty taking a bit of extra time as she struggled to get her hefty tits into their undersized holder, and started to sneak out.

“And what exactly is this, Julianne Ashton?” the girl’s mother’s voice greeted them when they opened the door to her room.

Ryan’s heart immediately sank, how long had the woman been standing there? How much had she heard? And what was going to happen to him, as what had been the force driving him earlier was now a cause of great dread?

“This is my new boyfriend, Ryan,” the young girl told her mother, protectively taking him by the arm, “isn’t he just perfect?”

That sinking feeling shifted into a nervous hammering. While he was flattered by the statement, loved her hold on him, that felt like something a bit too bold to be saying when staring down an angry mother. Somehow however, it worked.

The heavily modified woman softened a bit, looking at the young couple and shifting from a disapproving glare to a smile on her pumped-up lips. “He is quite charming,” she agreed, taking one of her arms from under her enhanced bust to touch her chin and look him over.

The boy was in disbelief, if not a bit concerned about the look his girlfriend’s mother was giving him. Julianne seemed to have similar feelings, her deep-blue eyes flashing in surprise at the reaction. “I’m glad you like him,” she stated, gathering her footing and giving her boy a little tug, “he’s got to get home though.”

“Awe, shame,” the older woman sighed, shifting on her feet and rotating her hips. “Well, I hope to get to see you again Ryan.”

It took him a moment to respond. “Uh, I hope so too miss Ashton,” he told her nervously, as usual off his game trying to figure out what was going on.

The buxom mother gave a dismissive wave. “Please, you’re my daughter's boo, call me Susan,” she told him with a smile on her painted lips.

“Um, alright Susan,” he responded quickly, not wanting to make any potential missteps.

The recently deflowered girl openly gave her boyfriend a kiss, marching him past the guard turned support and down the stairs. “I’m glad mom sees in you what I do,” she whispered softly, hugging him tight as they rounded down for the door.

“Yeah,” he replied vacantly.

She turned those beautiful blues his way. “You don’t like it?” she asked him, fingers curling into his sleeve.

“No, no,” he rested his hand on hers. “It’s good she approves. Just, it was weird the way your mom was looking at me there.”

The beauty gave him another kiss, getting them to the door. “I’ll make sure to work it out with her,” she promised her boy with a smile. “Want to spend tomorrow together? At your place this time.”

Tomorrow too? “Of course,” the redheaded boy answered, rejuvenated and returning her kiss with one of his own.

Again, their kiss lingered, her hands already eagerly moving over him. “Tomorrow,” she told herself more than him, her bright sunshine grin tainted with just a tad bit of naughtiness now they had broken the dam.

Ryan could hardly wait." - A Harem His Own by Madam Materia