High School Nerd - Wednesday - Sex Stories

High School Nerd - Wednesday

... hesitate. He unfastens his belt, then his jeans. Then he stands from the bed for a moment to slide them off. He folds them and lays them on the floor beside the bed. He is only wearing mint green boxers that say 'The Luck of the Irish,' on them. I like his sense of humor. If I get my way, it will indeed be his lucky day.

Two slow, sensual songs have played. Now something with a faster dance beat cues up. I slip my panties off and dramatically twirl them about on a finger before flinging them onto my clothes pile. The music invites me to become more energetic. I begin doing some of our cheer routines. This involves splits, squats, clasps, jumps, and even a tumble. I do all this completely nude.

When the song ends, I am out of breath. Looking at Henry through my disheveled hair, I am anxious to gauge his reaction. I am pleased to see a huge grin on his face and he begins to applaud. He stands to his feet, I spread my arms and bow deeply. When I straighten, I comb my hair back out of my face with my fingers. I am pleased to see that Henry has removed his boxers, all on his own, and is as naked as I am.

He has sit back down on the edge of my bed. I walk over to him and settle my bare ass on his knees, facing him. I look deeply into his true-blue eyes. We hold each other's gaze, then embrace and he smothers me with his kisses. My breasts are crushed into his chest. It is difficult to sustain this kind of a kiss, since I am still breathless from my routine. I am surprised ...

... what an accomplished kisser he is. I remember it was Sandra that thought that he would piss himself if he had to kiss a girl. What would the girls think if they could see him now! I can't believe that he is here in my bedroom, kissing me, and both of us naked.

When we end our kiss, we gaze into each other's eyes again, not speaking. His gaze travels down to my boobs, still heaving since I am a little out of breath. His hand rises and he gently hefts one of my boobs, then bends forward to plant a kiss on my nipple. His eyes move still further down, and he checks out my little dark brown landing strip, just above my open pussy. It is open because my legs are spread wide to sit on his knees. My eyes have also dropped down, and I am staring at his monster cock. He is long and slender, with prominent veins, snaking down his length. It is certainly the longest dick I have seen, outside of porn. The head is just peeking out from its foreskin. I wonder what it would be like to take it in my mouth.

Instead, I stand and take his hands in mine. He then stands close, facing me, still holding my small hands in his large ones. Looking up into his face I say quietly, "Henry, I want you. Will you make love to me?"

He just stands, looking into my eyes for an uncomfortable length of time. Enough time passes that I begin to wonder if there is some kind of problem. Then he says, "I would love to love you, Linda. I'm just not sure if I know how to. Would you teach me?"

Relief washes ...