Behind the Church Shed - Sex Stories

Behind the Church Shed

... You’re going to make girls very happy one day.” He still looked mortified, but a small grin appeared on his lips. “THERE’S that smile,” she said, giggling as they went up the stairs to her house. She unlocked the door and he followed her inside. “Go ahead and sit down on the couch and I’ll get you some water, okay? You need to cool down after all that exercise.” As Melinda headed to the kitchen to get the drink, Brian spoke. “I really am sorry. It’s just sometimes I can’t help myself, you know? Well, I guess YOU wouldn’t know, but….” Melinda’s brow furled as he trailed off and she laughed, grabbing a cup out of the cupboard and beginning to fill it with water from the fridge. “Brian, you know EVERYONE does that sometimes. Even girls.” Walking into the room again, carrying the water in her left hand, Melinda winked at Brian, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Even me. Sometimes.” He was sitting on the couch, back straight, making the package in his pants extremely evident, and she found it hard to look away from, remembering what the member looked like without any clothes on. Melinda swallowed, realizing she was extremely turned on. Brian’s eyes were on her chest, no doubt feasting on the view of her erect nipples beneath her tee-shirt. He was DEFINITELY turned on, of course. All of these things converged to the accident that happened next. When Brian reached out to take the cup of water, neither of them were watching what they were doing and his fingers knocked it out of ...

... her hand, making the thing spill all over her left leg and the carpet. Gasping, she jumped back. She and Brian both started to laugh at the situation, and she bent down to get the cup at the same time he did. Their heads met with a low crack and they both laughed harder as she fell on her butt, right in the spot where water soaked the carpet. Head throbbing a little, Melinda realized she was staring at the boy’s crotch again, laughing hysterically. Brian was also laughing, staring directly at her bouncing chest. She didn’t really care. The laughter was good for both of them. It let the tension go out of the room a bit. Slowly, Melinda stood, holding the cup with one hand and rubbing water from her eyes with the other. “I’m going to go change my pants. Then I’ll get you more water.” She turned around and started going up the steps, realizing that she was presenting Brian with a great view of her wet posterior. She could feel the sweatpants clinging to her bottom. It turned her on a little more. As Melinda reached her room, she decided to leave the door open as she changed. Brian couldn’t see anything from that angle, but it was still a turn on for some reason. As she slid down her pants, a thought crossed her mind and butterflies filled her stomach at its touch. Her panties were also wet, and not all on her bottom. A small patch of darkness spread across the front of them. She stared at it for a while, trying to convince herself NOT to do what her body so desperately wanted her ...