Sandra (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Sandra (Part 2)

... there, in the dim light, with this beautiful girl with whom I'd spent so much time over the past month, and with whom I very much enjoyed spending that time, and holding hands, and sitting quietly, and studying, and walking with, and talking about our shitty circumstances, and—it just felt…right. And after that realization settled in, I became aware again of the pressure and warmth of Sandra's rear nestled against my crotch, and my cock sprang to life as if to agree with me that the whole situation was…right. I shifted my weight a little, but kept contact with Sandra, and started gently stroking from her neck, down her shoulder, and along her side until my hand reached her hip. Then I retraced the journey, enjoying the small shudder she gave in her sl**p when I hit a particularly ticklish spot. When my fingers made it back up to her neck again, I traced lightly around her ear, then started back down the same path again. I leaned my face down and over to breathe in the perfumed scent of her neck and the hair on the back of her neck, and that was when I realized she was no longer sl**ping. &#034That feels nice, Tom,&#034 she whispered. I froze momentarily, but she reassured me. &#034I like the way your fingers feel, going up and down like that. Keep going, it's okay.&#034 I bent back down to her neck again, and nuzzled my face in her hair to find the nape of her neck, and kissed her lightly. Then I sent my fingers tracing their pathway down her side again. I wasn't sure why, ...

... but I was suddenly nervous, lying there in the dark stroking up and down Sandra's side. Sensing my hesitation, Sandra said again, &#034It's okay,&#034 and caught my hand as it passed her stomach. She gently pulled my arm around her and led me to the beginning of the swell of her breast. With so many of the other girls I'd slept with over the past year, and invitation like that would have sent me to tearing off both their clothes and my own. But something was different this time. This time I wanted to move slowly, to savor every nuance, every little touch. And I wanted to know that it was more than &#034okay.&#034 &#034Sandra,&#034 I started, still lying very still behind her, with my hand cupped under her breast and my hard-on pressed noticeably between us. &#034I want you. I want to make love to you.&#034 Make love? I'd never called it that! With all the other girls, we'd always just got right down to fucking. Make love? I continued, &#034But I only want to if it's what you want.&#034 Then I stopped, and waited, and breathed in the scent of her hair again, and kissed the back of her neck gently. After a long moment, Sandra pulled away from me. The sudden space between us felt very cold, even in the warm room. But then she rolled to her other side so we were face to face. &#034Tom, I want you to make love to me,&#034 she said. &#034I want to make love with you. I didn't realize before today,&#034 she said, &#034but I think I've wanted you for a very long time, ever since I ...