Winnie Losing our Virginity - Sex Stories

Winnie Losing our Virginity

... replied.

“Can I feel your ass?” My hand was already running all over it. I felt oh so good and oh so round. She let me continue just for a few seconds before she good-naturedly pulled it away with a smile that told me she really was enjoying it there.

We headed into the school yard, over by the fence where the lights from the empty classrooms barely reached. We kissed hard and long as my hands wandered all over her butt. This time she didn’t object to me pawing her tush.

Eventually I pushed her down on the grass in the schoolyard where I used to play soccer as a kid and lay on top of her. I was always so embarrassed whenever I got a hard-on that I would do anything to avoid a girl seeing me like that. But I was so turned on that night that I gleefully pressed my cockrod against her hip as my right hand slid over her ribs and lingered happily on her left breast. I was a little disappointed that Winnie’s tits were as small as Marianne’s. They were sure better than nothing but I wondered if I would ever feel a full breast. As it turned out I was soon to be in for a long string of girlfriends with quite ample sets of funbags but that would be in future times.

My tongue poked into her saliva filled mouth and it opened wide to accept it. My hand gently circled on her tit, trying to feel her nipple through her bra but I couldn’t find it.

At last I thought “what the hell” and started unbuttoning the front of her summer dress so I could freely enjoy the as yet ...

... seen-by-no-boy nipples. She had this “little girl” looking bra that looked real stupid on a girl that was getting felt up in the middle of the night so I pushed it up and got an eyeful of her exposed nipples.

“They’re innies” I murmured. She laughed as I stared at them with pleasure.

My hands greedily clutched each bare breast and squeezed, trying to get her nipples hard enough to turn them into outties. “That feels so good” she whispered, almost to herself. I could feel her heart pounding under her left tit.

I watched, fascinated, as her areoles slowly began to shrink and their surfaces crinkled. Her nipples suddenly popped up into thick erect stems. I bent down and took her right one in my mouth while pulling on the left one with my thumb and forefinger. As I sucked hungrily I felt Winnie cradle my head gently in her hands. I must have sucked for a half hour.

Eventually we started worrying about what our parents might say if we were gone much longer. I regretfully pulled Winnie’s bra back over her tits, rebuttoned her dress and walked her back to the party.

No one had noticed we were even gone. Once, later that evening, I dragged Winnie into our garage, closed the door and exposed her tits briefly. Just for another feel. Winnie calmly stood there with the front of her dress open and let me play with her mammaries awhile. “They’re not made of Jello.” she finally said and covered her newbies back up.

Eventually her parents took her home not knowing that under her bra ...