Rosie - Sex Stories

Rosie

... the poster of Angela Davis on her wall, with her perfect afro and her defiant beauty. I noted the poster of the musical “Hair” and the small turntable on a nightstand and seeing her cheerleader uniform crumpled over a chair at her study desk and several large stuffed animals scattered here and there. Then she was back in my arms and our mouths were mashed together and she was kissing me again and her hands were roaming over my shoulders and arms, giving me permission to roam as well. I’m not sure who led who to the bed but suddenly we were prone and kissing and our mouths were open and gasping and our hands couldn’t seem to be in enough places at once. This was all new territory for me with a girl and I was amazed that it was Rosie. Our difference in race added a flavor of forbidden fruit that was totally erotic to me, and I think to Rosie as well. Our momentum was carrying us to a place I had never been before and I was anxious that soon my inexperience would become obvious. “Billy……” she said. There it is, I thought, the stop sign. I was on my back and she was lying on top of me and I stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. I smiled at her and she put her head onto my chest. The wind was really howling outside, and it whistled through the moulding of both of Rosie’s bedroom windows. My shirt had somehow come half-unbuttoned during our rolling around on her bed and one of her hands was still on the outside of my jeans, feeling my shaft. She seemed to like doing that. ...

... “What do you want to do, Billy?” What a silly question, I thought. But she had asked it with that serious tone that I couldn’t joke my way past, so I stared into her deep dark eyes while her breathing grew less ragged. She was looking into my eyes with a soft questioning look that was making my heart beat fast and her hand lightly rubbing my cock. I could feel her fingernails through the material of my jeans. “I want to……” How could I say it? She was one of the most popular girls in school and I was a nothing, a monster who hadn’t fit in for years. I wracked my brain for the right words to say while she searched for something in my eyes. I looked at her hand that was still touching my cock. “I want to do it.” Her eyes softened even further. Her lips smiled at me. “You haven’t done it yet, have you?” She whispered, as if it were a secret between us. I shook my head in affirmation. “I have, Billy. It’s not that great, really.” I found that hard to believe, I told her. I asked about birth control, hoping not to break the mood, and she told me her mother had taken her to the doctor a year ago and got her on the pill when it became obvious that Rosie was sexually active. My mind was racing. I wasn’t sure what to do next. Much to my relief, Rosie took the lead. She sat up and she took my shirt off and then she took off her blouse and bra and wriggled out of her skirt, leaving only her panties on. Once they were free, her breasts were larger than I thought. I reached out and started ...