Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 4 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 4

... learn. By the time the ferry pulled into Circular Quay, Kevin had regained some his former eagerness and we lined up at the exit with an urgency that wasn’t precisely matched by the other passengers. Brian came down to help with docking and when he was done I gave him a kiss on the cheek as Kevin and I hurried down the gangplank to the wharf and almost ran to the train platform. Erk! Twenty minutes until the next train! We looked at each other urgently. “Taxi?” Kevin suggested, eyebrows raised. “I’ll pay,” I blurted, grabbing his hand and hurrying back downstairs to the taxi rank. Improbably, there was actually a taxi waiting. Still more improbably, it was clean and the driver spoke English. Most improbably of all, he drove carefully and safely using the most direct route to my apartment! I was worried that we were being abducted by aliens. Pay the driver. Keep the change. Slam. Stumble. Fumble the keys. Fall through the door. Kissing. Hands everywhere. Find the light switch. Panting. Heart pounding in my ears. “Wait,” I husked. “I’ve changed my mind.” “WHAT?” he blurted, eyes flying open. “Kidding,” I smiled. “I just want to slow things down.” “Success,” he said tightly, taking his hands from under my skirt and placing them in the small of my back. We kissed again, less desperately but more enjoyably; I wanted to enjoy all of this, to remember every moment. Still kissing, we edged towards the bedroom, shedding shoes along the way while I unbuttoned Kevin’s shirt for the ...

... second time that night and he pulled my blouse over my head. He started fumbling at my strapless bra clasp, and silently thanking Belinda again, I slipped my fingers up and under the cups and pulled it straight down to my waist. “That’s very practical,” he mumbled into my lips as I unzipped his jeans and dropped them to his ankles. Guiding him slowly backwards into my bedroom, he miraculously managed to step out of them without tripping over. I got his shorts down to his thighs before I backed him into the bed and then gave him a light shove to sit him down, giving me my first chance to look at his cock as he quickly pulled off his shorts. It looked much as it had felt on the ferry: hard and thick and utterly wonderful, twitching nervously like a divining rod. I unclasped my bra, leaving me in the cornflower-blue skirt and nothing else. Standing over Kevin lying on the bed, I reached behind for the zip, about to take it off. “No, leave it on,” he gulped. “Huh?” I looked down at him, my head spinning with lust and now confusion. “Leave it on,” he repeated, reaching for my waist and drawing me towards him. “It looks so hot!” I climbed onto the bed, straddling his body as he lay back on the covers, and realised with an excited rush that beneath the skirt, my naked pussy was poised directly above his cock. I was so horny I almost couldn’t stand it; every part of me wanted to lift the tip to my soaking entrance and simply slide down onto it, putting paid to this whole virginity saga ...