Sincerely, For the First Time - Sex Stories

Sincerely, For the First Time

... not when she was dealing with so much else. Not knowing what else to do, I picked up the controller again, and continued playing. After a few minutes, Kelly moved her hand to my knee, and let it rest there innocently. I tried not to think anything of it. Just a friendly hand on the knee. After a few more minutes, she shifted her position, and her hand accidentally landed on my thigh. I attributed this to drunken carelessness. Gradually, over the course of the next three levels of Mario, her hand moved upwards (accidentally I was sure), creeping beneath the cushion where her head was lying. I felt one finger probing towards the inside of my thighs, then another. I was getting hard again, but said and did nothing. It was like coming across a deer in the forest. I didn't want to make any sudden moves that would startle it, and send it dashing off through the trees never to be seen again. The fingers were caressing the top of my thighs now, as electric stiffness flooded through my groin. Then they brushed gently against my erection. Once. And then again with slightly more force. Eventually, there was no mistaking what was happening, she was rubbing my cock through my shorts. Kelly shoved the cushion aside, and put her face down in my lap. Still, I tried to be cool. 'Nothing out of the ordinary here,' I lied to myself, 'she just wants to put her head in your lap. Some girls just like to do that. It doesn't mean anything. ' It wasn't until she grabbed the shaft of my penis firmly ...

... in her hand, and started kissing the head through the fabric that I finally put down the Nintendo controller, and dared to stroke her cheek. In response she made a purring noise. 'Okay,' I admitted to myself. 'So this is actually happening.' She took the top of my bulge into her mouth. I could feel the warmth of her saliva soaking into my shorts, and making them wet. If I hadn't cum earlier in the afternoon, I knew I would have completely blown my load right then. Instead, I let my hand drift down to cup her breast. It fit perfectly in my palm. I gave it a gentle squeeze. Her fingers left my penis, and she pushed herself up so her face was level with mine. We looked into each others' eyes for a minute, searching. Yes?... Yes! We leaned in and kissed. It was different this time. No quick peck, but open-mouthed, our tongues circling each other. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into me. Her hands slid down my body, once again finding my shorts. This time, her fingers ducked beneath the waistband. They tangled themselves in the hair there, and pulled gently at it. "Stand up," she ordered. I did. Kelly pulled my shorts down. and when the restraining elastic passed over the head of my penis, it sprang up like a catapult. "Well. I've always wondered what it looked like," She confessed. "All those times we passed in the hall when we lived together, squeezing by in just our towels. I used to try to feel it rub against me when I passed... and sometimes it was sort of hard." ...