Tammy, baby - part one - Sex Stories

Tammy, baby - part one

In high school I worked as a teacher’s aid at the local junior high school for extra credit. Since I was in high school and had my own car, it upped my cool factor with the girls at the school. Many of the girls would flirt with me, but most of the time it was just joking around, nothing serious. My favorite was the little s****r of one of my classmates. Tammy, was four years younger and maybe 4 foot 6 with dirty blonde hair and barely filling out a training bra. She had deep brown eyes, sexy little bubble but and great tanned legs. “My s****r says you’re a good kisser,” she said to me one day. I looked her slowly up and down, making her squirm a little, “no, I’m a great kisser,” I said. She ran off giggling and I’d see her and her friends looking over at me every once in awhile, whispering. One day I had to choose one of the girls to go with me to get some supplies from a supply closet and I chose Tammy. It was a warm day and Tammy was wearing shorts – which made her ass look great - and a tank top, she also didn’t appear to be wearing her training bra today. The supply closet was far in the back of the school and was just barely big enough for two people. I unlocked the door and told her to step inside as I turned on the lights. “Where’s the stuff we’re supposed to get,” she asked. I pointed to an upper shelf, enjoying the view as she got up on tiptoes to get a look. I quietly closed and locked the door behind me. “You might have to climb up on that little stepladder to ...

... reach, but I’ll steady you,” I said. I kept my hands on her hips as she reached up for the box, her ass just below eye level. As she stretched, her tank top rode up and I could see the dark skin of her lower back, just above a pale line of skin below her shorts. “Damn, you have a great little ass, Tammy,” I said. She paused and I saw a little blush rise in her cheeks, then reached again for the box, handing down to me and I set it aside. My hands moving right back to her hips when I saw her sway a little bit on the step ladder. “Whoa, hang on, princess,” I said, holding her until she steadied. “Maybe you should turn around and come down facing me.” She turned slowly and I moved closer, blocking the ladder a little with my body. Her shirt had ridden up a little in front too, showing off her flat tan belly. Her hands were on my shoulders and then she ran a hand through my hair. “You have pretty hair,” she said. I looked up at her “and you have a pretty little belly,” I said and kissed her belly button. I felt her suck her breath in and stepped back so she could move down a couple of steps. Her face was level with mine when I stopped her again, “you still want to know if I’m a good kisser?” She nodded yes and licked her lips a little. I put my arm around her waist, pulling her close and kissed her lips. “That was good, baby, wasn’t it.” She nodded her head again. Do you want to try Frenching,” I asked. She looked at me a little puzzled, “French … kissing … like … with tongues,” she ...