Behind the Church Shed - Sex Stories

Behind the Church Shed

... her crossed arms a bit to cover where her nipples poked out of the tee-shirt. What was she doing? What in the world would she do if she did catch Brian? Tell him, “sorry I saw you wanking your wiener?” Or maybe, “I don’t know why I asked if you were satisfied?” These and other thoughts crossed Melinda’s mind as she walked, but she hadn’t come up with any answers before she rounded a corner made blind by a tall fence, and almost ran into the kid himself. This time he did jump and so did she. Melinda put a hand to her mouth and let out a little shriek of startlement. Brian simply started walking backward, eyes bulging. Putting her hands out in what she hoped was a reassuring way, Melinda opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes happened upon the front of Brian’s pants, where a bulge was stuck. Instead of words, nervous giggles came out of Melinda’s mouth as she remembered the kid’s hand pumping his dick. Without letting herself thing about it, she stepped forward and folded her arms around the stunned kid, still laughing. “Oh, Brian, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she said, patting his back. Melinda was yet again forcibly reminded that she wasn’t fully clothed when she felt her nipples brush against the boy’s chest. Determined to not make the contact sexual, she stepped back, face hot, but in a mask of teacherly guidance. Brian was looking down, face deep red, obviously still thinking he was going to be in really, really big trouble. “Seriously, Brian, it’s okay. I’m not going to get ...

... you in trouble.” He glanced up halfway to her face, eyes halting on the form of her nipples under her shirt, but then fell back down. Melinda thought he might have a heart attack, his face was so maroon. Quickly crossing her arms over her breasts, she went on, voice soothing. “Are your parents expecting you to be home?” He shook his head. “Then come on over to my house and I’ll give you some water, okay? Seriously, you’re not in trouble. But I WOULD like to talk with you about this a bit.” She waited a moment. “Okay?” Finally, he looked up to her eyes and slowly nodded. They started to walk. “I’m sorry.” Brian’s words were low, almost inaudible even though Melinda was only a foot away. “Brian, there is absolutely nothing to be sorry about,” she said, sighing. She thought of putting a comforting hand on his arm, but remembered the no bra thing in time. “Seriously… what you were doing is perfectly normal. It’s just… out in the open is probably not the best place to be doing it.” He hung his head again, and Melinda berated herself mentally. She wasn’t doing a very good job of comforting him. “Sorry, I’m not very good at this,” she said, sighing. “You kind of startled me, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting to see you down there, doing that, when I woke up this morning.” He was still silent, so she decided to go a different direction. Smiling coyly, she gently elbowed him on the arm, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “Besides, you REALLY don’t have anything to be ashamed about. ...