Foreplay Ch 02

Chapter 2: New things

*Remember how we first tried foreplay? Well in this story, it's taken to a new level.

*On a side note, all characters are 18+, and this story, as well as Chapter 1, is non-fiction.*

It'd been, maybe three months, perhaps, since our first experiences with foreplay. At this point we had been together for 14 months. Of course, that doesn't seem like a lot, but for a Junior in high school who has maintained a relationship all the way to his Senior Year, it's quite impressive.

My girlfriend, Brittany had finally been allowed by her older sister to come to our house for the first time. Funny, it only took them over a year.

We had spent several hours together, watching television on the sofa alone together. At one point in the movie, Brittany was just getting up to go get a drink when she accidentally sliced her finger on the edge of the table. It would have been a splinter if she hadn't ripped her hand away from the table as the wood penetrated her skin. So it was bleeding, but luckily not too badly. I immediately took action and took her to the bathroom to wash it off.

I pulled a bandage from beneath the sink and put it on her, then held my hands upon her shoulders. "You okay?"

"I'll be fine, it's just a cut."

I chuckled and nodded. I was just about to turn back to watch the movie when suddenly something fell over me that denied me the desire to move away from her. She was leaning back against the sink and I was two inches in front of her.

"Yeah, it...is," I murmured, compelled suddenly to just stare at her body for a moment. I stroked her arms and sides, and started kissing the side of her neck. She stood there, speechless as I embraced her, rubbing my body against hers.

I don't know what came over me, I guess that my sex drive had been sparked not only by the fact that I was leaning up against my lover in a silent room but also that we currently were standing in the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" she asked me.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled absent-mindedly.

Both my hands moved up and down her side, as I moved my lips to hers gently. This turned me on even more.

My hands slipped from her sides to the sides of her breasts, and as I stroked her I kept full eye contact.

I wanted to do so much to her, I wanted. I wanted. But as I lay in want of satisfaction, she pulled away slightly.

But instead of bombarding her with "Are you okay?"s and "If I make you uncomfortable"s, I kept staring into her eyes, and she stared back. It was like she could read my eyes and tell what I wanted to say. So she became more lenient. She took my hands and led them to her breasts.

This action gave me a sensation I could not fully describe. Glee, relief, excitement. I smiled and exhaled sharply.

I started rubbing them more, then squeezed them. I then moved my mouth to her chest and kissed her right, then left.

I took off her coat, and unbuttoned her. Then I could see her bra. It was like it barely fit her, the seems going barely past the nipples. Did she expect this?

I pulled her bra cups down and kissed her. My tongue tickled the very tip of her nipple with such delicacy. What was it about a woman's breasts that men find so attractive?

But I wasn't done. I slowly dropped down on my knees, kissing her belly every time I descended, until my knees met the floor. I clasped her leg and kissed it, stroking the back of it.

I decided to do the unthinkable.

My kisses went further and further up her thigh. She made no remark of objection, either, she stood there, completely still. Of course she was nervous. I was too. But before I even kissed her panties, my hands went to her hips beneath her skirt. I realized in this position gravity would not be on my side and the skirt would keep falling on my face if I tried and I would look like an idiot. So I asked her to sit on the toilet, which she did.

"Trust me," I mumbled as I clutched the lining on the side of her moist panties and slowly pulled them down. She gave a grunt, but it wasn't out of rejection. She lifted herself up so I could pull them all the way down.

I never saw her vagina before, nor that of any woman in real life, for that matter. You can imagine how big this was for me, and how I had felt.

I lifted her skirt so it rested above her crotch. I felt a certain and almost unbearable excitement, a thirst for more.

I started by stroking her thighs again, and soon she felt comfortable enough to spread her legs more. I kissed her knee, then an inch higher, and higher.

To my amazing surprise, she never even once stopped me. I kissed her clitoris once, and looked at her.

"How does this feel?" I asked.

She gave a small sigh. "It feels good. But I'm a little, uh, nervous...excited."

I smiled, and kissed her again. I brought my tongue out and licked her clitoris, right at the edge where they say it's the most sensitive. She had a pungeant, salty taste to her I hadn't expected. I was initially disgusted and thus a tiny bit discouraged, but then realized that after all, I liked the taste.

I took a second to look at her. She was so wet right now. I looked at her. She had the tip of her forefinger in her mouth, chewing on it.

I moved my tongue up and down on her clit. She responded quite positively to my satisfaction by gasping a little bit. She stroked the top of my head with her hands.

Brittany had just started enjoying the experience when suddenly we heard a knock on the door. It was my grandmother.

"Supper's ready," she said through the door.

"Ok," we both said at the same time, and then quickly realized our mistake.

"Uh...Andrew, is that Brittany in there with you?"

The first thought that came to my mind was...oh, shit.