The Shoplifter Chapter Four - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Four

... talked a few minutes about how busy we had been with summer jobs. I told him how much I had missed him. I played with the TV controller until I had a music channel. He talked a little more, this time about summer soccer. I got up and turned the lights off except by the bed. I went back to the bed and made sure my longer skirt was well up above my knees as I sat back down and lifted my knees a bit. I patted the bed beside me. Kyle came over. He nervously continued to talk soccer. I reached for him and brought him close. We kissed as high school kids do…nothing. I wrapped him in my arms and slowly he started to come alive. His face had the wildest look as he came over on top of me. We kissed again…nothing. I lifted up and slid my new white panties off. He came down onto me. He was still fully clothed. I lifted my skirt up around my waist. We kissed…nothing. I spread missionary style for him. I heard his zipper. There was an embarrassing hesitation. I reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. In the dark I brought him up between my spread legs and reached down to guide him to me. It took several moments. It was awkward. Finally, he found a position and I could move it against me. I brought it upward along my damp lips and—and that was it. A massive explosion of moisture filled my hand and told me he had finished. Kyle jumped up from the bed and fixed his trousers. I turned on the low bedside light. He looked down at me with a most embarrassed expression. A strange thought ...

... passed through my mind. I guess I had now had one white guy along with my twelve or more blacks, but I wasn’t sure; what a different, disappointing experience. He stood nervously as I got up from the bed and straightened up. We left the motel room in a hurry. We had been in the room only twenty minutes. Kyle apologized all the way back to my house. He gave me every excuse he could think of. I tried a couple times to tell him everything was ok, but finally I gave up and just rode along in silence. My mind was somewhere else, somewhere I did not want to admit, even to myself. I arrived home after sex with my panties on. My parents were out. Kyle came in at my invitation and we sat on the couch in the living room. He immediately started to talk about colleges. Then he talked more about soccer. The only intimate topic was a short comment from him about how much he loved me. My mind was somewhere else. He gave me a school boy kiss goodnight as he went out the door. He was gone at nine with all kind of promises about going out tomorrow night as well. EXASPERATION I went up to my room and undressed. All thoughts of Kyle faded as erotic thoughts literally flooded my brain cells. I cannot tell you how much I needed Bobby sitting on the edge of my bed. I really did not care if Kyle ever called me again. My feelings for Kyle went down like a pricked balloon. He had nothing that interested me. Sexually I had been taken way beyond the point where Kyle would ever have anything to offer. I ...