The Lie Read Online Free PDF

to do it if I ever wanted it to happen. He would have been happy to keep talking about the nature of existence and whatever else until I passed out from boredom.
    Going into this whole thing I was halfway convinced that Kyle had probably never kissed a girl in his entire life. But he was actually a really good kisser. Not too wet, just the right amount of tongue and pressure. He did this thing with his hand where he reached up and put it kind of on the side of my face, not behind my neck like most guys do, just right on the side of my face, just touching me while we kissed. It was nice, not great, not passionate, just really, really nice.
    We made out for a while on my bed. I didn’t know if it was because he was high or because he was kind of shy or what but he didn’t try to take my clothes off or even feel my boobs or anything. He just lay there with me, kissing me. Again, it was really nice. I would have been perfectly content to just make out with him for a while then go get some food or something, but in the back of my mind I knew I needed to take it up a level if I was going to lock him in. And I was actually getting pretty horny from kissing him. So I sat up and took off my shirt and my bra.
    I took one of his hands and put it on my boob, which he seemed to like. I’ve been told that I have really nice boobs. They’re not huge—Bs—but most guys have told me they’re just right and I don’t think they’d have any reason to lie about it so I’m pretty sure I’ve got good boobs.
    We made out like that for a few more minutes before I unzipped his pants and grabbed his dick. I remember that it was really, really hard. Like probably one of the hardest dicks I’ve ever felt. I know some guys have told me that weed gives them like super-boners. Maybe that was the case. I didn’t know. But it was a nice surprise.
    I jerked him a little and then moved down and started sucking his dick. He had a pretty nice one. Not too big, not too small, kind of right in the middle and not shaped weird or anything. It was clean, didn’t smell like sweaty nuts or anything. It was perfectly straight. He could have used a trim on the pubes, but that was really my only complaint. And even for not trimming, it wasn’t out of control, just slightly bushy.
    My first boyfriend was really into blowjobs and he pretty much taught me everything I know as far as sucking dick goes. I’ve been told by most of the guys I give blowjobs to that I’m the best they’ve ever had. So I was pretty confident that it wouldn’t take long to make Kyle cum. I was right. It was seriously like two minutes maybe. He really liked a little rub right under his balls. I did that and then reached up and put one of his hands on my boob and he came in like two seconds. I swallowed because I know guys love that, which I’ll never really understand. I don’t mind it, but, I mean, once you cum, who cares if I spit it out or not? I guess I can understand not having it spit back out on you, but if I spit it on the floor or into a towel or something…whatever. I swallowed and then came up next to Kyle.
    He was like, “Oh my God, that was insane.”
    I was like, “Did you like that?”
    He was like, “Um, yeah. A little bit.”
    I reached over to the little fridge that was next to my bed and got out a bottle of water. I swished it around to get the little strands of cum that were stuck to my back teeth to go down. I reached for my shirt and Kyle was like, “You don’t need that yet,” then he kind of pushed me down on my back, which I totally was not expecting, and started sucking on my boobs. While he was doing that, he reached down with one of his hands and unzipped my jeans.
    I was more than surprised at this point. I really thought he was a timid nerd who I was going to have to make every move on. Now it was like he was taking what he wanted and it was right after I just gave him a blowjob. I had only ever had sex with one other guy who could go again and