The boy was newly 18, and had the run of his father's house for almost a full week. His newly acquired, and for that matter his "girlfriend" Melissa, his first ever, was prone to showing up at his door late at night unannounced, essentially looking to make out. The boy didn't mind this at all, of course, but as the living room was bounded by windowed French doors, she was likely to catch him watching a porn video or pleasuring himself to a Playboy magazine, so he had to be cautious. Their make-out sessions had progressed slowly since the first night in the movie theater parking lot, where she had surprised him by forcing her tongue into his mouth, pressing her warm, 18 year old body against him. The sensation had awakened an extremely quick and thrilling response, as his cock grew quickly against his leg, spreading downward along his thigh. He knew she felt this as well, and while they didn't talk much, the unspoken lust between them had kept them both coming back.
On this particular early summer night, the boy was watching a Playboy video at around 11:30pm, stroking his crotch through his jeans as a sultry centerfold stripped out of her lingerie on the screen. He heard a slight tapping at one of the French doors, and turned to see the pale, creamy skin of Melissa's face and her dirty blonde hair peering in the window. He opened the front door and she walked past him into the living room. She was wearing a white, buttoned blouse, brown Khaki shorts and pale white pantyhose leading down her shapely legs to black slip-on shoes.
The night was hot and silent, and they exchanged few words before they found themselves on the couch, French kissing feverishly and allowing their hands to roam freely over each other's bodies. Melissa's breasts were small but perky, yet she disliked his hands on them, most likely out of shame at their small size, and would not allow him to caress them for any length of time. He would reach under her blouse, up toward the smooth silk of her bra, intending to slide his hand beneath it to her nipple, but his hand would be brushed away at the last second. This did not overly concern the boy, as he was too much in thrall with the rest of her body, particularly her soft round behind, and his hands constantly slipped up inside her shorts from below, trying to grasp the firm cheeks. Her shorts were too tight, however, for him to move them as far as he wished.