THE PAST

Juan felt ashamed by how much of an effect June's rejection had on him, even after three weeks. He always felt grumpy, and got angry about even the smallest things. By now, his irritable behaviour was annoying Emilio and Mateo, they had taken to telling him that he should stop whining like a little girl and forget about the bitch.

That description had made him furious in the beginning, but by now he only shrugged it off when they called her things like that. Maybe they were right, maybe she was being a bitch – if nothing else she getting played by one.

They had barely spoken since the day she had talked to Iris. The first few days he had been waiting for a sign from Jordy that things were going to get better, but when she started looking frustrated, he had went to see June himself and tried to get any sort of conversation going.

It had been pointless though; she had just stared at her feet and stammered out a couple of answers. It had frustrated him so much that he had strode away from her, cursing. After that, she hadn't looked at him again.

Last weekend Emilio had dragged him from party to party, flirting with every pretty girl he could find, but Juan hadn't been able to drag a smile to his lips and with his grim face he didn't have much luck in picking up a chick. Which was alright by him, but Emilio was not very happy with him by the end of the night.

Right now he was sitting in a living room full of people. There were lots of empty bottles on the table and the room echoed with the laughter of his closest friends. Everyone had gathered together for him, all the guys and Riley had come out to celebrate his birthday. He really tried to enjoy the evening – tried to join the conversations, to laugh at the jokes, but the only thing his mind was doing, was creating images of how things would have been if June had been here tonight. Would she have sat on the couch next to him, his arm around her, her head resting against his shoulder as they relaxed, her hand woven with his, her fingers absently tracing his? He imagined how her soft chuckles would have sound as she was starting to feel comfortable around his friends and how they would all be swept off their feet by her beautiful smile.

That would have been the best birthday gift he could think of.

This morning he had even hoped for it; he knew that Jordy would have used his birthday as a new reason to create some crazy plan to set them up. But by now, as the party was in full swing, that hope was long gone.

. . .

Around midnight the door swung open and Mateo walked in. On his shoulder he was carrying a CD player drowning out all the commotion with some rock music. Greeting Juan with a wink and a self-confident grin he put it down on the table.

"Well little bro, you only turn sixteen once, so I'm gonna make sure you never forget about it." He flopped on the couch between Emilio and Juan, wrapping an arm around the shoulders of the two friends.

The door opened again.

For a brief, foolish moment, part of Juan hoped that Jordy and Mateo had found a way to get June to come, but two girls stepped into the room and started to dance while taking their jackets off.

Strippers.

Mateo gave him strippers for his birthday.

His mouth became dry as he watched. His friends were jeering and whistling enthusiastically. Juan felt the heat rise to his cheeks as a red haired girl walked up to them and started to strip, swinging her hips, winking at him.

"Just relax kid," Mateo whispered in his ear. "Just watch her, you can touch her too if ya want. I got you sorted, its your night lil' man, you want a dance? She'd give ya a lap dance."

And so Juan watched. He watched how she moved sensually to the music, slowly taking off her top, followed by her skirt so she was only wearing the smallest bits of lingerie he had ever seen.

Mateo leaned into him. "Ain't she hot? Knew you would like the redhead."

She was beautiful, she was hot... there was no doubt about that. His pants were feeling tight as he watched her hands slid across her hips, across her breasts.

As she held out her hand, his brother nudged his shoulder. "Go with her. She'll be good to you." A devilish grin crossed his lips. "You're sixteen now, little brother. It's about time you lost your virginity. Great way to start a new year, huh?"

"Uhh..." Juan hadn't the slightest idea what to say – or do. He however did notice that everyone was whispering and smirking, all looking at him, he didn't dare to tell his brother that he didn't want this, he couldn't.

With a shaky, fake smile he took her hand. As soon as he was standing, her other hand slipped underneath his shirt, caressing his abs.

Her lips sucked his neck on their way to his ear. "Take me to your room, love," she whispered. "Let me give you a birthday you'll never forget."

Juan swallowed. He could feel everyone's gaze burning on his skin; right now there was nothing he wanted more than to leave the room. So taking a deep breath, he led her around the couch and headed for his room. As soon as the door was closed, the tension slipped away a bit.

"Don't worry," the girl smiled. "Your friends will enjoy themselves with Renata." She pulled him a little closer. "And I will be all yours. You can do whatever you want with me, I'll make sure you enjoy it." She raised the hand with which she wasn't holding his hand and stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers.

"Um, well, I uh, actually I'm not sure if I want this," he muttered, his eyes focused on her pretty face instead of her large breasts in the bra that was the same bright red as her lips and the hair waving across her shoulders.

"You're a shy one, huh?" She chuckled softly. "Very different from your brother. I like it. We can just talk for a bit? I'm Lorraine."

"Uh, Juan," he muttered, even though he was sure his brother had already told her that.

Gently, she pulled him towards the bed, sitting down on the end of it. "What are you afraid of, Juan?"

He bent his head, casting his gaze at his lap while still peeking at her from the corner of his eye. She was really pretty, with her flat stomach and curves in all the right places. He just hadn't expected that his first time would be with a... hooker.

"Uh, nothing, but eh, well, there's kinda this girl that I like a lot." A blush crept towards his cheeks. "And you're really pretty and you seem nice, but actually I wanted... you know, I was hoping that she would be my first. She uh, she's still a virgin too."

"Ah, that's so cute! So you're in love with her?"

He nodded, staring at his feet. "And uh, she's in love with me too. But uh... she just needs a little more time."

"And what's her name?"

There was something about her tone, persuading him to give an honest answer. "June."

"And why does June need time?"

Juan shrugged his shoulders. "She uh, she's really shy. And insecure."

Lorraine chuckled softly. "Like you?"

The shame he felt, made a sweat drop glide down his neck. "No uh, she's different." He rubbed his necked. "My friends think that she's boring and told me to forget about her. But she's so beautiful and so sweet... and... and I just can't get her outta my head," he rambled.

She squeezed his hand. "She would be crazy if she let a guy like you walk away, Juan. You're such a sweetie... and really, really handsome." She laid a hand against his cheek, turning his face towards her. Although plenty of girls had flirted with him, it felt like his confidence had been bruised after June had turned him down – plus, it was uncomfortable to be alone with a half naked girl who he wasn't really interested in. "But there has to be something for you to tell your friends, right? Is there nothing you'd like to do with me?" There was a playful pleading look in her eyes. Her thumb brushed his bottom lip as she held his glance. "You can do anything you want, Juan. I can make your every fantasy come true. Or we can keep it simple if you want that, how's that sound baby? How about I give you a blowjob? Would you like that? You can pretend that I'm June, you can moan her name, imagine her lips wrapped around you... You can save yourself for your girl, but you won't have to disappoint your curious friends. What about that?" Her hand glided across his thigh, to his lap and stroked the bulge in his jeans. "I think you're already pretty ready, lovey." She knelt down in front of him. "Aren't you curious how it feels?"

Juan could barely breathe. He had no idea what to do. Part of him was curious, wanted to go further than kissing and deep down he knew there was a chance that he would never get into a relationship with June at all. "O-okay," he stammered.

"Thought so." She winked. "What do you like? You want to stand? Sit? Lie down?"

"Uhh..." Awkwardly, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Does she have long hair? Like mine?"

"Around the same length, I guess. But straight."

"Okay, then keep sitting, lovey." She loosened his pants and pulled them down a bit, just like his boxers. When her hand finally closed around him, he breathed in sharply, feeling so nervous that he couldn't swallow. "You got a beautiful one, Juan, nothing to be ashamed of. It's long, thick... straight..." Her fingers brushed his skin as small kisses punctuated her words. "Just what a girl wants."

A knot appeared in his stomach, he still wasn't sure whether he wanted this or not. His cheeks felt so hot that he feared that they would stay that way forever. She let go of him and took off his pants and boxers, pushing his knees apart and settled between them.

"Sit a little more on the edge, baby." She patted his knee with a promising smile. "Now close your eyes and think about your girl. Put your fingers in my hair, pretend that I'm June."

Juan took a deep breath and did as she told him, a tight feeling in his chest because he felt so uncomfortable. When her soft fingers danced around his member again, he closed his eyes and imagined June's fingers, they would be a bit callous because of her violin playing. Small kisses soon followed, creating the illusion of her learning the feel of him, were pressed onto his sensitive skin, soon to be followed by her tongue.

"Does this feel nice, Juan?" she asked quietly – such a soft tone that she really sounded like June.

"Y-yeah," he stammered.

His midriff contracted as her lips closed around him and she started to suck, her tongue swirling around his tip. Through the small cracks of his eyelids he looked down; his erection was slipping further and further inside her mouth, her red lipstick contrasting with his tan skin.

With his fingers he played with her hair as he closed his eyes again, imagining June's face; her beautiful full lips around him, her magical tongue stroking his skin, the insecure but longing look in her eyes... His breathing grew heavier, he grabbed her locks more tightly. A groan slipped his lips, followed by another one.

"Mmm that's it baby, I knew you would like this. Keep thinking about your girl. Moan for her, nobody ever has to know."

Juan leaned back as the tension piled up when she started so suck him longer. Sweat was beading on his forehead. He was panting, he kept a hand buried in her hair as his moans grew deeper. He imagined June's eyes looking up at him as she sucked him deeper, his hand tightening in her hair as her tongue traced the underside of his cock – until his body started to jolt. His orgasm rolled over him, making him moan her name softly.

After the amazing feeling had died away, he looked skittishly at Lorraine. She pulled back her head and sat down next to him. Quickly he pulled up his boxers and pants, feeling even more uncomfortable than before.

"Well, that wasn't bad, right?" she winked, stroking his thigh. "You are a very handsome boy, Juan. I'm sure June will get over her shyness one day. Would you like to practice a bit more? So that your nervousness won't get in the way when you do it for the first time? Sex between two inexperienced people almost never turns out to be good, you know, it can create disappointed feelings. Do you know how to get her wet Juan?"

Juan shrugged his shoulders, he had always thought they would figure that out together. But maybe she was right; maybe he would feel so nervous that he couldn't do it. He was good at screwing things up. Looking back to when they had met up before, that wasn't a far-fetched possibility at all.

"I can teach you what to do, if you'd like that. So that you know what to do, once she's ready. Then you'll be able to give her a great first time, Juan. There is no better lover than one who knows what he's doing, you want her to enjoy it too don't you?"

Again his cheeks flamed up; if anyone had the chance to screw it up and be clumsy, it was him.

"That's what you want, right? That she enjoys it?"

"Y-yes. Of course." His voice was shaking.

Lorraine took off her thong. "Come on, love, come, sit over here. I'll make sure that your friends know how talented you were, so they won't have any reason to tease you later." She gave him a playful wink.

Again his stomach was twisting. Taking a deep breath, he knelt down between her legs. Nervousness was taking over his brain, causing a panicking feeling to rise up, making him want to flee.

Lorraine's hands rested upon his shoulders. "Relax, lovey. We can start slow, why don't you press some light kisses to the inside of my thighs, then you can move in closer when you're ready. We will build it up, until you know all the tricks that will help you to give your girl a mind-blowing orgasm." She stroked his head. "And after that, June will never want anyone but you."

Juan gathered his courage, took a deep breath, nodded and started to kiss the smooth, warm skin of the stripper.