1. I Met Cassie At The Sex Camp


    Date: 7/8/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, First Time, Romance, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: canadianalien, Rating: 95, Source: sexstories.com

    that they weren’t there or anything. They just didn’t protrude. Her areolae were large, and tan. Her nipples weren’t large, but they were standing up. I supposed they were like my dick, that way. She kind of tried to cover herself, with her hands, and she flushed red. “I’m sorry! I’m really flat.” There were tears in her eyes. I wondered if she’d been teased for being flat. I’d been teased enough to consider other kids little better than jackals. I took a step towards her, and drew her to me in a hug. I kissed the top of her hair. “You’re beautiful. That’s why I was looking at you on the bus. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful because of everything you are. If you change one thing, you wouldn’t be you. It’s okay. Hey, it’s okay.” She was crying quite a bit, and I was babbling whatever came to mind. This sort of thing wasn’t exactly an area I had expertise in. But I held her, and I stroked her back, and I called her beautiful, and eventually she stopped crying, and eventually she made a joke about how silly we both must have looked, and we laughed and the tension broke. I was fiercely glad she was with me. What if she’d been with some ass who would have teased her for her lack of breast? The thought of someone hurting her when she was vulnerable made me angry, and I had to remind myself that no one had, that there was no reason to be angry. “Come on Paul, one last piece!” We were standing again, and now she was prompting me. I gathered my courage (I’ve always loved the ...
    expression “gird your loins” for when a man is being convinced to be brave, but it would be singularly incorrect to use it at this point), and pushed down my boxers. My cock sprang free. I didn’t have the insecurities she had about her breasts when it came to my penis. I had the Internet, knowledge of what a mean was, and a ruler. I was average in this regard. No man wants to be average. But it’s something I can live with. She looked at it rather intensely. She took a step forward. “Can I er… can I touch it? I’ve never touched one before.” (The movie had been rather explicit about the need to ask permission before you touched someone intimately). “Um… sure.” How was this still awkward? Was it awkward for everyone? In movies, people just jumped into bed and everything worked. Were we at this camp because we were the defective ones? The ones who things didn’t always work perfectly for? Her hand touched it gently. I kind of jerked, because the contact was so new. I was the only one who’d ever touched myself there. She pulled her hand back. “Sorry! Did I hurt you?” She looked worried. “No, sorry. Umm… I’m just not used to the feeling of someone other than me touching it is all.” I tried to smile at her encouragingly. “You can try again, if you’d like?” She nodded, and reached forward again, more slowly this time. Her tongue stuck out, as if she was concentrating. She kind of cupped it with one hand this time, and I forced myself to relax. She looked at me, and I managed a smile. It ...
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