chapter 16- riding the wave

*Mhh!!*

*Ahh!!*

“Ohh, you’re good at this.” Alana whispered, as she plucked her horny lips from Trevor’s and adjusted herself more comfortably on his lap, “Janet must be a good kisser.”

“Her name is Jackie. Jill. Her name is Jill.” Trevor stumbled, as he remained desperate for more. Alana’s make-out techniques dwarfed anything he’d ever come across. He was in heaven making out with his former babysitter in the couch of his parent’s living room. He was sitting with his back against the sofa, while Alana’s thick legs straddled his lap and her expansive body pressed against his fit form.

“Ohh? Someone’s a little tongue-tied? *Mhh!!*” Alana lustfully smooched Trevor once again, as her hand drifted across his shirt, firmly pressed against his hard abs and then dove a little deeper, under the waistband of his pants. She’d been feeling him poking her, but now that she was thoroughly turned on, she figured it was time to size him up. Trevor flinched at her touch but welcomed her enthusiasm. Pulling her lips away from his and tilting her head to his side, Alana nibbled on his earlobe with her teeth, as she whispered, “tongue-tied, and very.. hard. You want me, don’t you?”

“I do..” Trevor moaned, as he felt Alana playfully pluck her hand out of his pants and bear her weight down upon his lap to rub him in an alluring way.

“Well what are you waiting for? The red carpet?” Alana whispered into his ear, as her mouth released his earlobe and planted itself on his manly neck. He could feel her giving him a hicky.

“I don’t have any condoms.” Trevor muttered, as the troublesome thought bounced into his head. His heart nearly stopped. He hadn’t brought any from school! He never could have predicted this would happen. Maybe his brother had some? Probably not, it’s not like he lived here anymore. Maybe his parents.. eww, gross.. Why’d he have to think about that?

“Ha! Don’t need them. I’ve got Nexplanon.” Alana laughed, as Trevor pulled Alana’s face off his neck and looked at her with worry.

“Is it contagious?” Trevor softly wondered.

“Haha, oh-my god. It’s a birth control implant about the size of a matchstick in my arm. It releases hormones into my body so I can’t get pregnant.” Alana explained with a smirk on her face, as she lifted up her flabby arm and pointed to it. This wasn’t an age thing; she’d never been with a guy that knew what the implant was at first. She tried to cut Trevor some slack. He looked embarrassed.

“Oh. I have so many questions.” Trevor muttered, as Alana shook her head.

“Save them for later. Have you ever had sex without a condom?” Alana seductively asked, as she wiggled her hips again in a pleasurable motion. Her extra weight felt.. really good grinding against him like that.

“No.” Trevor admitted, as Alana’s smile grew even wider.

“Oh, you are gunna enjoy this.” Alana ushered Trevor off the couch and grabbed his hand, “Come on!”

“Careful.” Trevor cautioned, as Alana dragged him across the house to the steps next to the front door and then raced upstairs with him.

“*Pant* Fuck these steps.. *Wheeze*” Alana bellowed, as she reached the top and bent over slightly to catch her breath.

“Are you okay?” Trevor asked, as he put his hand on Alana’s back and gently rubbed her.

“Get in bed Trevor.” Alana gasped, as she stood up straight. She was taking her babysitter tone with him again, although now it didn’t sound so patronizing. Now it sounded suggestive, “I said ‘now.’”

“…” Trevor didn’t say anything. He did as Alana asked and just jumped in bed. His childhood room hadn’t changed much since high school last year. He bed was queen sized, the décor was not too embarrassing, and it was probably the cleanest it had ever been since he’d gone away.

“Clothes off. Now.” Alana roared, as she slowly waddled into the room and watched him take of his shirt. Her eyes were glued to his abs, until he wrangled himself out of his pants and boxers.

“…” He didn’t say anything, as he watched Alana remove her bikini bottoms. Her muffin top oozed outward, as she breathed a sigh of anticipation and excitement.

“Lay down.” Alana demanded, as she entered the bed on Trevor’s side and crawled herself into position on top of his lap. She grabbed his inflated monument of masculine excitement and held it steady, as she maneuvered it, and herself, into a cowgirl position, “Sorry if I feel too heavy. Ah-AhhhH..”

“Oh-my-god..” Trevor moaned, as he felt himself fully enveloped by Alana.

“Ahhh.. Yeah.. not gunna wanna go back to condoms after this, huh Trevor?” Alana evilly smiled, as the tone of her voiced conveyed her attempt to tease him.

“Hell no.” Trevor groaned, as he enjoyed the feel of Alana slowly beginning to rock back and forth. He could tell from Alana’s behavior getting him into bed that she was trying to exert some measure of control over him. As much as he liked Alana attempting to boss him around, he wasn’t willing to let her walk all over him, so he made a confident order to cut her ego down a peg, “Now get to work fatty.”

“Trevor!” Alana blushed, as her jaw dropped open. Trevor was smiling. Her hands absentmindedly braced her jiggling breasts that still remained clad in her bikini top. She started grinding against him faster. Side to side, and up and down. Her hefty body was bouncing all over the place, “I’ll.. Ahh!! Show you what you get for teasing me!”