1. The Hangout


    Date: 11/3/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, First Time, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 89.1, Source: sexstories.com

    the one. We’re like, you know, friends and all, and I …” “Stop, Jeremy, please. Will you kiss me?” Things moved along after that. The first tentative kiss heated up fast. She couldn’t stop trembling when I pulled her top off. When I placed the palm of my hand over her fast-beating heart, she rubbed against it like a cat until her nipple was a hard nub on her tiny breast. I licked the other one. “Oh, shit, that feels good!” she moaned. I plumped a boob with my hands and sucked most of it into my mouth to tease with my tongue. She whimpered, and her hand went to her crotch. When I worked my fingers under hers to feel the warm denim between her legs, she moved her hand tentatively between mine. “I feel it,” she whispered. “It’s getting bigger. I never saw one before.” “A dick?” “In magazines, and last year when my roommate and her boyfriend thought I was asleep, but not really. Not up close. Sure as hell not hard because of me.” “Let’s get these off.” I opened the two big buttons that held her hip hugger jeans closed, grabbed the top hem, and tugged. She retrieved her panties and pulled them back into place before they got too far down. I removed her shoes, socks, and jeans. Everything went on a heap on a chair near the bed. “Should I take my necklace off?” “No. I told you it was sexy.” She covered her crotch modestly with one hand but rubbed her nipples with the other. “Now you. I’ve seen you with your shirt off, but that’s it.” I pulled my headband, shirt, boots, and socks ...
    off and started on my jeans. “Hang on. Gotta get something.” I pulled my wallet out of my pocket. “What the hell are you doing?” “Getting a condom. I learned this trick from listening to my Dad’s stories about going on evening leave in the service. Always carry a rubber. If it’s in your wallet, you’ll probably have it when you want it.” “My mom got the doctor to put me on the pill to go to college. She assumed I’d need it. Shows how much she knows about me. Gotta admit, though,” she grinned, “I’ve been careful about taking them and haven’t gotten pregnant yet. Please don’t use a condom.” I put my wallet back in my pocket, took my jeans off, and threw them on the chair with my shirt and her clothes. “Holy shit! That,” she pointed at the bulge in my shorts, “is supposed to fit in there?” She pointed at the crotch of her girlish bikini panties. “Not if you don’t want it to.” “I didn’t say that. It’s just different when you know it’s for you.” She yanked her panties off and used the waistband elastic to shoot them across the room. In the dim light, her pale, fragile form was enticing. Her small breasts matched her thin waist and narrow hips. Close-cropped dark hair decorated her mound. “Oh, my God,” I said under my breath. “I look that bad?” “No. That good.” I pulled my jockey shorts off and kicked them away. She stared at my hard cock. “Shit,” she whispered. We pulled the covers down and lay side by side on the bed. “Hold me?” she asked. I rolled on my side and pulled her close, ...
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