Bree pushed the door closed behind her, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She had never done this before, but she was determined to give it her best shot.
Brad smirked at her from the bed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Nervous, babe?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock concern.
Bree rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Hardly," she replied, her voice confident. "I've just never done this before, that's all."
Brad raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "Never given a blow job before? Wow, you really are a innocent little thing, aren't you?"
Bree scoffed, her hands on her hips. "Don't flatter yourself, Brad. I'm just here for the experience."
Brad chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, I'll be happy to oblige. Just remember, babe, it's all about the technique."
Bree nodded, her eyes focused on Brad's jeans. She could see the outline of his erection, and her heart raced.
Brad noticing her gaze, chuckled. "Like what you see, babe?"
Bree blushed, looking up at Brad through her lashes. "Maybe," she said, her voice coy.
Brad grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, then, let's get started."
Bree took a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly as she undid Brad's jeans. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move.
Brad watched her, his eyes filled with anticipation. "That's it, babe. You're a natural."
Bree rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Don't get ahead of yourself," she said, her voice teasing.
Brad chuckled, his hands reaching out to touch Bree's blonde hair. "I'll try to contain myself," he said, his voice filled with amusement.
Bree took a deep breath, her hands wrapping around Brad's erection. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with determination. "Here goes nothing," she said, her voice confident.
Brad closed his eyes, his head falling back against the pillow as Bree began to work her magic. She was a quick learner, and soon had Brad moaning with pleasure.
"That's it, babe," Brad gasped, his hands tightening in Bree's hair. "Just like that."
Bree smiled to herself, her confidence growing with each passing moment. She had never felt so powerful, so in control.
Brad's moans grew louder, his hips thrusting up to meet Bree's mouth. She could feel him getting closer, and she quickened her pace.
"Bree, oh god, Bree," Brad cried out, his body tensing.
Bree didn't stop, not until she had wrung every last drop of pleasure from Brad's body. She sat back, her hands on her knees, her breath coming in short pants.
Brad opened his eyes, a lazy smile on his face. "Wow," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Just... wow."
Bree grinned, her cheeks flushed with pride. "Not bad for a first timer, huh?"
Brad shook his head, his eyes filled with admiration. "Not bad at all, babe. Not bad at all."
Bree stood up, straightening her clothes. She had done it, she had given her first blow job, and it had been a success.
Brad watched her, his eyes filled with desire. "You're amazing, Bree," he said, his voice husky.
Bree smiled, her heart fluttering. "I'm glad you think so," she said, her voice coy.
Brad reached out, pulling Bree back down onto the bed. "I want to return the favor," he said, his hands starting to undo her jeans.
Bree's eyes widened, her heart racing. She had never gone this far before, but with Brad, she felt like she could do anything.
"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Brad nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel," he said, his hands sliding her jeans down her legs.
Bree closed her eyes, her breath coming in short pants. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed.
Brad's hands were gentle, his touch soft. He kissed her thighs, his lips warm against her skin.
Bree moaned, her hips bucking up to meet Brad's mouth. She had never felt anything like this before, and she never wanted it to end.
Brad's tongue flicked against her clit, and Bree cried out, her hands clutching at the sheets.
Brad didn't stop, not until Bree was writhing and moaning, her body trembling with pleasure.
Bree collapsed back against the bed, her breath coming in short pants. She had never felt so alive, so free.
Brad sat up, a lazy smile on his face. "How was that, babe?"
Bree grinned, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Incredible," she said, her voice husky.
Brad leaned down, kissing Bree softly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his hands stroking her hair.
Bree closed her eyes, her heart fluttering. She had never felt this way before, and she didn't want it to end.
But as the night wore on, and the sun began to rise, Bree knew that she would have to leave. She had a life to live, a future to build.
Brad walked her to the door, his arms wrapped around her. "I'll see you around, babe," he said, his voice soft.
Bree smiled, her heart aching. "I'll see you around," she said, her voice filled with promise.
And with that, Bree walked out of the frat house, her heart filled with memories of the night before. She was a different person now, stronger, more confident.
She had taken control of her sexuality, and she would never look back.
<TO BE CONTINUED...>
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