The next day was Friday, and it couldn't pass fast enough for Luther. And when he saw Rachel in their fourth period Government class, she gave him a sly wink before resuming her good girl persona.
Lute was sure Rachel wanted to torture him, because the nasty vixen had worn a tight black sweater that displayed her big tit's profiled curves in such an alluring way that he needed to keep readjusting his growing hard-on throughout class. And when the bell rang and they all stood up to leave, he had to cover his crotch with his backpack before he exited the room. When Rachel saw this, she just rolled her eyes and grinned.
As arranged, Lute arrived at Rachel's grandparents' house at 7pm that evening. And since they were being discreet, he had left his van at home and rode his bike over instead. After stashing his bike behind the house, Lute walked up to the back door and was just was about to knock when Rachel swung it open and pulled him inside.
She was still dressed in the jeans and tight sweater she had worn to school. And not bothering with any small talk, she grabbed him and they hungrily began to kiss, continuing where we had left off the night before.
"I've been looking forward to this all day," Rachel whispered to him after several minutes of shared teenage passion. "My pussy has been so wet! I took an extra pair of panties to school with me, but I should have taken two!"
"I've been thinking about you, too!" Lute replied. "And that sweater you've got on should be illegal!"
"Oh, you like it?" she said demurely, standing back and doing a modeling turn. "Well, I did get a lot of looks today."
"I promise you, I wasn't the only guy who had to cover his crotch when he saw you wearing that today," he chuckled.
"Maybe. But you're the only guy in school who gets a hard-on it that looks like he has a Coke can in his pocket," Rachel giggled, massaging his bulging crotch to emphasize her point. "I take that back, you always look like you've got a Coke can in your pocket. But when you get hard - like you did today - it looks like you've got two cans in there!"
"Well, I guess I'm flattered you notice," Lute said as he continued kissing her and fondling her firm ass.
"Oh, I notice!" she whispered back, "And I'm also really flattered that I'm the one who inspires you to get so big, so I guess we're a good match!"
"I think we're a great match!" Lute said, and then finally took a moment to slip off the backpack he'd brought with him. Opening it, he pulled out a bottle that he'd swiped from his dad's supply of table wine. And after producing a corkscrew from his pack, he walked over to the kitchen counter and uncorked the bottle while Rachel reached into the cupboard and got them glasses.
Lute poured them both a full glass, and then raised his in a toast. "To us!" he said as they clinked glasses. "To Root and Nasty Rachel!" she replied with a lusty laugh, and took a big sip.
"So, here's what I'm thinking," Rachel said with that same sexy smile. "For part one of our date tonight, we'll go into the living room, and we'll talk and listen to music and drink some wine and make out for awhile. And then when we get really horny and are dying to get naked and fuck, we'll go down to my room in the basement for part two. Okay by you?"
"Somehow, I knew you'd have a plan all worked out," Lute chuckled. "But what if we did part two first, and then part one later on, you know, if there's time?"
"Nope, that's not the way a first date works here in the world of civilized beings, Luther Casey," she chastised. "You don't get pussy until after you've had some intelligent conversation with your date and proven to the girl that you're a worthy partner for her to mate with."
"Okay, fair enough," he laughed. "Bring on the intellectual foreplay!"
So they carried their wine into the living room and settled into the couch. Rachel already had queued up a record, so The Talking Heads were playing in the background.
And that's how it went for the next hour or so. They talked and laughed, drank wine, listened to music, and kissed and groped each other. They were both still fully clothed, when their conversation began to fade and the kissing and groping increased. Finally, a flushed and very horny Rachel whispered as she rubbed her big tits against his body, "Okay, enough of this intellectual foreplay shit. I say it's time for part two!"
Getting no argument from Lute, Rachel led him downstairs to her bedroom. And while he sat on her double bed, she walked around the room lighting candles. And after she'd created a satisfactorily sexy ambience, she joined him on the bed for more kissing.
"I've got to see your big beautiful tits, Rachel," Lute whispered, as he kneaded her D cup boobs through her sweater. "You've been tormenting me with these for way too long!"
"You know, I've wanted to have you suck on my tits ever since the first time we met in eighth grade and I saw you check me out," Rachel confessed as she pulled up the bottom of her sweater, lifted it over her head and tossed it aside
She was wearing a sexy sheer black bra that wasn't at all of the conservative variety Lute had expected to see. It was low cut and her big boobs spilled out like a dual moonrise on some distant planet.
Lute was sitting behind her on the bed, so he wrapped himself around her torso and reached out with his left hand for her left boob, and did likewise with the right, massaging her sexily covered melons while he nuzzled her neck.
"Pull down your bra straps for me, Rachel," Lute said softly in her ear. And she gave a lusty sigh and did as he asked, enjoying how he was kneading her soft loaves through her sexy bra.
"Now take 'em out for me," he encouraged her as he removed his hands and looked down to watch the unveiling of her wondrous orbs.
Slowly peeling down the bra one cup at a time, Rachel seductively began to show him what he'd been lusting over for so long.
