High School Nerd - Thursday - Sex Stories

High School Nerd - Thursday

... chuckles, then says, "I like the way you think." Then, he moves up to me, puts his arms around me, and pulls me in for a kiss. He is gentle, and I close my eyes. It is not hard to imagine we are standing outside at twilight, with stars twinkling overhead. He holds me close and I feel his hard body and notice his clean, masculine scent. His arms are around my shoulders, his soft lips and my chest pressed into him. I wonder if he can feel my hard, puffy nipples pressing into him. The original fire that I felt in the resource room is rekindling within me.

When we pull apart, I felt like he took all the air out of my lungs with him. He looks into my eyes and strokes my hair. I never felt so loved, so safe and secure. His touch is gentle, yet purposeful. His eyes are bright and dance with the joy of being alive. You can almost see the intelligence in his eyes. His lips are parted slightly and still moist from our kiss. I could stand here and look at him forever. Then he pulls me to his chest and envelops me in his arms and just holds me tight. He says, "You feel so warm and soft. I love to just hold you like this. We fit like we belong together."

I feel like I want more of him. Pulling back, I begin to undo the buttons of his shirt, starting at the top. When I get to the bottom, he shrugs his shirt off, letting it pool on the floor. Then, he reaches over, catches my top by the hem, and deftly pulls it over my head. My hair gets mussed, so I shake it out and comb it out with ...

... my fingers. He reaches over and puts his hands on the top of my shoulder, and slides them down the outside of my arm. "Wow," he says. "So beautiful!" I feel him consume me with his eyes.

I step closer to Him and place my palms on his chest. I am surprised to see his firm chest muscles. "Henry," I call out in surprise. "Do you work out?" I never took him to be a gym rat.

He chuckles and replies, "No. The gym is not my scene. I do run a little. Well, quite a bit, I guess. It's a good stress reliever. But I just have good genes, I guess." He reaches over and runs his hand from my shoulder, down my chest, and over my bra. "Do you mind if I take this off?" He asks, a little breathless. Truth be told, I can hardly wait to get the damned thing off of me! The heat in my body feels like it could melt an iceberg. No one has ever made me feel like this. My desire for him extends all the way up and down my body, like a physical thing.

In answer to his inquiry, I turn around, pull my long hair to the side, exposing the clasp. He unfastens my bra strap like a pro. I turn around to face him and remove my bra, feeling my boobs spring free as I pull it away and toss it. Now I can almost feel his excitement. Reflexively, I look down over my breasts to see what he sees. I have to admit, they look pretty good, since I am aroused. I note that my nipples are puckered up and protruding, even more than is usual. They look so kissable, so succulent like this. Henry must think so too. After ...