Late spring junior year at CHS, and the little fox has teased me long enough. I have a plan.
I sat next to her the entire class and tried to pay attention to the lecture, American History. Sidelong glances: she knew she was being surveilled. The bell rings. Unexpected by her, I grab her hand and don’t let go, practically drag-push her along. After a moment, she quits her ‘futile resistance’, smiles and walks by my side. My look is stone face with a glint of humor in my eyes. She looks up into my face, and I wink.
We get all the way to the end of the breezeway and walk around the back of the gym. No one is around. I throw her against the wall, not too hard, and lean in to kiss her full on the lips. Not surprised for a moment, she flicks her devilish tongue on my lips, and I am undone.
The only approval I need!
Her hands reach around my neck, and we have a really grown-up kiss, sloppy, wet, delicious. My hands are everywhere I can reach. This goes on for a long time after my crotch becomes uncomfortable. Her hand reached down and checked out the hardness through my jeans. I moan for release. One of us has some sense; it isn’t me. She says, “Look, this isn’t going to work here. Drive by my house after eight tonight. I’ll slip out and meet you.”
“Don’t wear a lot of clothes,” I mutter and let her go. We walk back into the school, her with a look of triumph on her cute face. I’m had.
Spring training drags by, then supper, then take care of the dogs. Finally, a quarter to eight. I tell Mom I’m going to see a friend. She notes the devil in my eyes but says nothing. “Teenage boys,” she thinks, but asks, “Is your homework done?” “Yes”, I lie.
I circle the block twice, the third time she slips out, porch light off. I note with great satisfaction that she wears only a white tee and shorts. I know where to drive, a construction area, dark with no streetlights installed yet. Perfect place for the two of us horny teens. I stop and turn the lights off. She is in my arms almost before I have both hands off the wheel. It’s hot out, but we couldn’t care less. We are two Texas teenagers with one thing on our minds.
After the first tongue wrestle, I slip off her tee top. No bra. She unbuckles my belt and opens my jeans, no underwear. I slip her shorts down, no underwear here either. I love it when a plan comes together.
Sprawled across the worn, broad bucket seats of my old Mercedes, two sweaty naked bellies collide. This feels like heaven. Her mound grinds my cock lying erect against my pelvis. Her wetness soaks us both, and the fun begins in earnest. I waited how many months to do this??
After moments of wrestling, she sits astride me like the cowgirl I thought she was. I see her sexy smile even in the dark. She raises up enough for me to stand my cock up under her lovely, inviting open hole. For the first time, she looks a little doubtful and says, “I haven’t done this before.” We think only for a moment before she raises up resolutely and settles her pussy over the head of my throbbing dick. She slides an inch or two before she stops, holds her breath and plunges down over me. She gasps in pain, feeling a sting, then no more pain. I slowly push my cock up into her, and she smiles again. All is well. We begin fucking, and her fingers dig into my chest. Three, four, five deep thrusts, and suddenly she gasps again, eyes closed, then a deep, long sigh. With a beautiful smile, she starts again.
After a couple more orgasms, I can no longer hold it and say, “I’m going to come.” She pulls off me and strokes my cock with her small hand until I empty on my belly. She looks at my cum, and a sly smile steals across her face. She drags a finger through the mess and puts it to her tongue. She dips a finger into her twat and puts her cream on my lips, and I lick it clean.
We rest and talk quietly for a few minutes, and she says, “Can we do it again?” I say yes, but have an idea. I put her on her back in the passenger seat, which reclines, and I lower my face into her sopping wet pussy. “What are you doing?” but trails off when my tongue touches her swollen lips. She relaxes as I continue until, by accident, my tongue hits her clit, and her little ass rises off the seat, and she releases something between a gasp and a scream. We have found a new game to play!
The night turns late, and she says she has to go. We get up and struggle into sweaty clothes. As we sit up in our seats, I start the car and take off my class ring, which I had just gotten and fold it into her hand. We drive off in silence, both smiling in the dark.
This is the way it should have started. Shoulda, coulda, woulda.
The beginning.
