Rosie - Sex Stories

Rosie

... think of anything to say so I remained silent. I just held her. Finally, I felt her breath deeply and let out a deep sigh, and she wiped her cheek on my shoulder. She was squeezing me and wasn’t letting go and I was just fine with that. She finally looked up at me for long seconds, searching my eyes. I felt her eyes swallow me up. A sensation as if I was falling came over me. “I want to do something….” She whispered to me. She kissed me on my mouth. She did it so fast I was taken completely by surprise. It was a perfunctory kiss, the kind that people give to family upon greeting them, and she quickly moved her face away and then looked at me again, as if gauging my reaction. Whatever it was she saw on my face caused her to smile, and then she kissed me again. The next kiss was hardly familial. She pressed those beautiful full lips that I had always admired into mine and pulled me against her and I returned her kiss. Our lips parted at the same time and our tongues dashed to meet each other and the world got dizzying and wonderful. I had kissed neighborhood girls before, but not like this, not anything like this. I felt my penis harden into a full-on erection and then her hips were pushing against me and I knew she could feel my cock and I liked that. She broke our kiss and put her cheek against mine. I thought I had over-stepped my bounds and was formulating some way to apologize to her for being so forward and then I felt her hand reach out and touch my hard cock through my ...

... pants. I froze. Her hand took its measure of me. She had pressed against the front of my jeans, and then her hand grabbed me, her small fingers tracing the girth and the length of it, before firmly rubbing up and down the outside of my pants. The pressure of her hand made me aware of the wetness I had leaked into my shorts. Her hand was exploring that part of me as I marveled at how good it felt to have her touch me there. Her face moved off my cheek and she looked at my face with a look I had never seen before, a naughty look, and then she kissed me again, slower this time. I heard the most heavenly sound as she sighed into my mouth. Her breath was sweet and her mouth had a fresh taste with a hint of chocolate. Our tongues played some more and my hand got bold and dropped downward and I cupped her ass, her perfectly round ass. I felt the approval in her body as I caressed her butt, lifting her skirt and feeling her firm cheeks through her panties. I told myself to memorize this moment, these moments, certain that I would never again feel anything as wonderful as this. Then she took my other hand and placed it on the outside of her blouse, on her breast, and I squeezed the firm softness there. Then she said the words I was dying to hear, in a tone that would not entertain debate, and that sent my poor adolescent soul soaring. “Come with me.” I scarcely remember the walk to her bedroom. I do know she was holding my hand and leading the way, not looking back at me. I remember ...