Becky Gets Too Nervous - Sex Stories

Becky Gets Too Nervous

... months after that and sl**povers at Julies came to an end. Back to my Becky and the cute pup she was now with in our basement. I figured that once they started making out that things would move along nicely. It was always alternating between talking, silence and a bit of quiet laughing. The sofa creaking every time they made a move, and there seemed to be a bit of that. I checked the clock and saw that Beckys mom was not due home for an hour and a half. Nice, lots of time and now I had to get more comfortable too. I went to the bedroom and took off my pants and underwear. Putting a looser fitting pair of pants on and no underwear at all. I returned to the top of the basement stairs and pulled my zipper down, taking my penis and balls out. I began to listen again while rubbing my now half hard cock. I was getting harder quickly and was soon fully erect. Then I heard Becky say ‘no”, followed by whispers. The make out session seemed to start again but was followed by a more determined “no”. I heard his voice as he talked to Becky but could not pick out what he was saying; he must have been talking directly into her ear. I then heard them stand up and talk a bit more. Becky moved from where the sofa was and into another part of the rec room. I could now see her, at least from just above her knees down. She turned around and faced the stud puppy as his lower legs moved into view also. They seemed to talk for a minute and then he stepped up to her, their toes almost touching. ...

... Becky did not move away and the talking was followed by silence and the occasional whisper. They had started kissing again. Now I could watch Becky move around a bit as the made out, at least how her legs and feet moved to his touches. He had now stepped right into her, his feet between hers. They stayed like that for a few minutes then I saw Becky step away from him and turn to come toward the stairs. I quickly went back into the kitchen and Becky came up and into the kitchen she seemed a bit flustered or worried. We started to talk a bit about nothing important and I finally asked where her “guest” was. She just said, oh he is watching TV. Then I had a great idea. On the counter was a laundry hamper full of clothes to be washed. The washer and dryer were downstairs in the bathroom that Becky used. I would never be able to see or hear anything from the stairs but I would be able to spy on her from another place as soon as she stepped into that bathroom. I figured that with the laundry/bathroom being more secluded that they would feel safer making out in there than out in the main rec room. I picked up the hamper and thrust it towards Becky. She hesitated and then quickly said “OK”. She turned and headed down the stairs. I watched Becky disappear down the stairs. Now I could only see her from the knees down. She stopped in the rec room and turned towards the TV and spoke quietly then turned and walked out of view towards the laundry room. Very quickly I saw the guy walk past the ...