This Story Is About Cindy 1:3 - Sex Stories

This Story Is About Cindy 1:3

... turned the next corner of the school. We were in the back now. The wall of the school to our left and the sports fields out to our right. They were empty, and a light breeze rolled across them and brushed our skin. After a minute, I stopped. Cindy took a few steps passed me and then stopped too, turning to face me. "... Um, like you said, I don't want to be weird or anything..." I started. Cindy was watching me, listening earnestly. I took a breath. Butterflies swarmed around in my stomach. "You have a really beautiful body... all of it." I gulped. "... Ehrm, all of it that I've seen, I mean..." I reached up and scratched the back of my head, hoping I wasn't being too awkward. Cindy and I stood there for a while. Then she crossed her arms and hugged her chest, turned, and started walking away. "Cindy, wait! I'm sorry!" I had freaking blown it. Damn. But then Cindy stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. Her cheeks were bright red, but she was smiling, and her deep hazel eyes flashed with a bit of gold again. I must have given her the most confused, deer-in-headlights look, because she turned back around and giggled softly. Then she faced me, and I saw a look in her eyes that was new to me. Something a little dark... something that seemed a little out of character for her. "... What's up?" I asked. She ignored the question. "You know... you got to see a part of me. I think maybe I should get to see a part of you," she suggested. She caught me totally off guard. Instantly ...

... my cock started to throb until it was full length. I was happy I had worn jeans, though it was kind of painful as my prick strained against the hard fabric. I'd like to bring up the fact again that I had never done anything too sexual before... so I had never exposed myself to anyone. I was starting to get a little of the same fear Cindy had, too. What if she didn't like it? What if it was too small, and she laughed? "... I'm sorry, that was really rude, you don't have to show me anything," Cindy apologized, taking a half step away from me. I took a deep breath. "No, it's okay. Here," I said with a grin. Cindy almost flinched as I moved, but to her surprise, I only lifted my shirt, revealing my pectorals. Then I pulled my shirt down and crossed my arms. "I know they're not as amazing as yours, but did you like them?" I asked, unable to contain a smirk. "You jerk!" Cindy laughed and she shoved me. "That's not what I meant!" "Okay! Okay! Fine! ... Jeese," I breathed, a wide grin still on my face. My grin began to fade, however, as my heart started beating faster. I adjusted my stance, and brought my hand down to the zipper of my jeans. I saw Cindy's eyes focus as I pulled the zipper down, and dropped my jeans a few inches. I was wearing grey boxer briefs, and my junk was creating quite a bulge. I hooked my fingers under the band of my underwear, and hesitated again. The color had left Cindy's face and she watched with, well... curiosity more so than anything else. I took another ...