Behind the Church Shed - Sex Stories

Behind the Church Shed

... couldn’t help myself. I started to… to do that, and went all over the window. I kind of just ran away again.” He swallowed again and looked up into her eyes. “Ever since then I’ve been horny ALL the time. I’ve been doing it in more and more dangerous places, because of the thrill, you know? But you’re the first person to catch me. I really am sorry.” Melinda smiled coyly. “Again, don’t be sorry. It really didn’t upset me. I actually thought it was kind of cute. And you’re very handsome, you know.” Brian blushed even more furiously than before. “Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked after a moment of silence, pointing to the mound in his pants. “Yeah, kinda,” he mumbled. “You can adjust it, you know.” “But it… it’s so hard that it sticks up out of my pants a little.” “No one who sees will mind. Besides, your shirt will cover it.” “Oh.” He stuck his hands down his pants and fished around for a second. When he brought it back out, the lump was markedly smaller, although longer. His shirt did indeed hide whatever might be showing. “Is it really long enough to come out of your pants?” Melinda asked, heart speeding up. “Yeah.” Knowing that everything she had done up to this point could be explained away, Melinda took a deep breath and said, “I don’t believe you! It can’t still be that hard. Lift up your shirt.” Brian stared into her eyes for a moment before grinning and lifting up his shirt. Indeed, about a half an inch of penis head stuck up out of his pants, although that probably ...

... wouldn’t have been the case if he’d been standing up. Melinda leaned back in her chair and laughed for a minute, Brian joining her as he dropped his shirt back down. “So you never answered my first question,” Melinda said after another few moments of silence. “Which one?” “Were you satisfied?” Her mouth went dry as he pondered what to say. She wondered if the kid was scared, since she was his Sunday School teacher, but so far he had opened up quite a bit to her. “No, that truck scared me away,” Brian finally responded. “Well, that thing isn’t going to go down until you finish, you know,” she said, pointing at his penis. He nodded. “And I REALLY wouldn’t recommend walking home like that.” Melinda and Brian both giggled. Here goes nothing, she thought. “If you want, you can finish here.” “Like… in the bathroom?” He was looking at her pussy again. She shrugged, folding her legs under her Indian style and keeping her hands to her sides. The teen’s eyes went from her now spread legs, to her hard nipples, to her face. Melinda looked down briefly and saw that her wet crotch had caused her shorts to create a small wedgy, sticking the material up into her pussy. “Anywhere you’d like,” she answered. Brian swallowed and Melinda smiled, feeling her heart go into overtime. Standing, she walked over to where Brian sat and reached out a hand she found to be shaking. He took it and she helped him stand. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this with a kid seven years her junior, but she’d been ...