Seasons of Sex 3: Spring, 1968 - Sex Stories

Seasons of Sex 3: Spring, 1968

... we caressed in the parking lot, but she just gave a happy little wave and said, “Have a nice life.” Annabelle didn’t give her a second glance. She had other things on her mind.

She had driven me to the ceremony, and after greeting and accepting the congratulations of my family, I was driven by her to her house. Her parents were home, and they greeted me cordially and congratulated me, giving me as a graduation gift a fancy pen and pencil set. Then Annabelle and I disappeared into the delicious private depths of the family room in the basement.

I had grown to appreciate the etiquette this family followed regarding the family room. If Annabelle and I were down there, no one came down without making lots of noise first. No one wanted to embarrass anyone. I didn’t know what they thought was going on; we had never fucked while anyone else was in the house; but we had done some pretty heavy making out, and we had always had time enough to put on any missing articles of clothing and run a comb through our mussed hair.

This time was special, though. Her little brother was out at some party or other, and her parents made it quite clear they were going to bed early. We would have the house practically to ourselves, and Annabelle was obviously excited about it. She pulled me down onto the sofa for a long kiss and then not-too-subtly pushed me over so she could climb on top. As was my habit, I slid my hands up her thighs to caress her buttocks only to find that she was wearing ...

... no underwear under her short, loose dress. She ground her bare pussy into my swelling crotch as I slid my hands up her back to discover, as I had guessed, that she also wore no bra. “I wanted it to be special for you today,” she breathed.

And it was special. I ran my hands over her bare back, her sweet soft rear, her warm thighs, and back up again, slowly. I reached her shoulders and pushed her dress up; she took the hint and pulled it off, leaving her completely naked (except for a pair of high heeled shoes) and me completely clothed. And since the lights were on enough to see clearly, I could see my sweet Annabelle in all her waifish, elfin glory. She propped herself up with her hands on my shoulders, and I could see all the way down past her tiny tits with their pink tight nipples, past her flat belly, to the fiery hair of her crotch, which she was rubbing sensuously on the growing bulge in my pants.

I could have counted on one hand the times I had actually seen Annabelle Lee completely naked. So often the lights were off, or we were in a dark car; or she only removed as many garments as were necessary. But here she was, eyes focused on mine, crotch grinding on mine, and I let my eyes roam up and down. I’m sure she could sense my appreciation as she smiled wickedly and increased the speed of her movements so that her little breasts jiggled like tiny mounds of Jell-o. They were too small to swing beneath her, but hanging as they were, they looked larger than I had ever ...