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This Story Is About Cindy 1:6

Date: 5/24/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Young, Author: Robert Shnin, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

two of us stopped several feet from it. It wasn't deep, but we were both in an adventurous mood. "I don't know if we can make it..." I said dramatically. "We can jump it... We have to. It's the only way," she said, playing along perfectly. "I'll go first," I offered. I set my stance. "I'll see you on the other side." I pushed off into a run and leapt over the puddle, landing 'safely' on the other side. I turned to face her, looking at her from the front for the first time since we left Smarty's. My heart skipped a beat. Her shirt was almost completely transparent. The cloth clung to her body, fitting to her curved form, including her perky breasts. The pinkness of her nipples and areolae poked through slightly; she wasn't wearing a bra. I guess she meant it when she said she wasn't dressed to go out. "Think I can make it?" she asked as she shifted her stance to run. "Uh... yeah... yeah you can make it..." I mumbled just loud enough for her to hear. I think I may have been drooling. On top of her perfect tits peeking out at me through her clingy wet shirt, she was just all around sexy when she was wet. Her skin glistened with moisture and her hair laid matted against her face and shoulders. The image gave an entirely new meaning to 'wet dream,' and I think I was going to be having them for the next few nights. Then she pushed off into a run. Her supple breasts bounced and whirled as she sprinted. I stared, completely entranced by her luscious mounds. It was the most arousing ... sight I had ever seen, and she was completely oblivious. Then she jumped. Her tits jiggled as she went airborne, and then shook mightily as she landed. I don't think I have to say it, but my cock was hard as a rock. As she stood, I tried to pry my eyes away, but I couldn't. "... What?" she asked. "Um... you, uh... you're... shirt..." I sputtered. She looked down at herself, and then gasped slightly and brought her arms up to cover herself. "Why didn't you tell me!" she cried angrily. "I just did! What do you mean?" I asked. "Yeah, after staring at them for ten minutes!" "I just noticed right before you jumped!" I explained... though that was still a chunk of time. Cindy was beet red again, but this time she was angry, too. "... Here," I said, and I began taking off my own shirt. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice critical. "My shirt is black. Put this on and you don't have to worry about covering yourself on the way home." Reluctantly she took the shirt, given me a quick flash of pink in the process, but she made me turn around as she put it on. Now shirtless myself, the rain was cold against my skin, but I didn't mind. Cindy and I walked the rest of the way home in silence, and by the time we arrived, the rain had let up. She gave me a short goodbye as she skittered inside and left me to my bike. I was worried as I rode home. After the pool she hadn't talked to me until the following Tuesday, and had been awkward as Hell. This time she was actually mad at me, too. I ...