Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love - Sex Stories

Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love

... me.

“A wedding night,” she said, and I couldn’t tell if she was answering my question or just finishing it.

“A wedding night?” I asked.

“A wedding night,” she said again, this time with a tiny, rapid nod, and a smile that grew steadily from anxious to wild.

When that smile had spread as far as it could across her face, I felt it spread across mine too.

Tentatively, I ran my hands over Hannah’s back, feeling the ridge of her bra, the taper of her waist down from her ribs. I wanted so much more of her skin, of that incredible sensation of contact. I wondered now how I’d lived so long without it. But there was a light breeze picking up, chilled by the surface of the lake, and I worried about making her cold.

With my left hand flat on the floor and Hannah still in my lap, I lifted myself up and turned us around so that I was between her and the lakeside wind.

After dusting that hand off on my own skirt, I started on the buttons of Hannah’s cardigan and the white blouse underneath. She did the same with mine. We put our arms around each other, under the clothes, to unfasten each other’s bras and let them hang loosely, out of place, between us.

Just like that, there was skin, so much new, bare skin between us to explore, with our clothes still wrapped protectively around the outside of our shared, warm little space.

I ran my fingers experimentally over what I could now see and reach of Hannah, starting with her sharp collarbones, her smooth abdomen. ...

... Slowly, timidly, I worked my way up to what I really wanted to do, which was hold her small, always well-hidden breasts, and turn them from a theoretical concept into a tangible reality in my hands.

As was always the case when Hannah got it into her head to do something, she was braver than me. When my hands were close, she arched her back and pressed her breasts right into them.

They did indeed exist, two soft, delicate domes, tipped with hard peaks that dug pleasantly into my palms.

Then she ducked her head down andkissed one of my breasts, drawing the nipple into her mouth with the same soft sucking motion she had used to draw out my tongue.

Pulses of sensation, the most intense kind yet, radiated through my body, raising goosebumps over every surface that could hold them, totally unrelated to the breeze.

I wanted it to continue, but wanted even more to try the same on her.

I nudged Hannah’s face gently upward to give myself room to lower mine, and kissed one of those hard peaks. I watched with sheer awe as the goosebumps spread across her skin before my eyes.

We alternated this way for a while, playfully pushing each other back and forth to take our turns teasing the other’s nipples with our lips and tongues, feeling the way the skin hardened and cinched together in response. Occasionally, one of us would bring the other back up for another long kiss, leaving our hands to keep up the contact on our chests.

During one of these kissing stretches, Hannah ...