Part of a short series of stories inspired by a love from 23 years ago refound.
Tuesday morning around 10am the knock on my front door drags me away from revising my Biology homework as I wander from the dining room through to open the door. Normally I would be in school but there was an inset day for the upper sixth so with everyone else either still at school or at work I was on my home at home.
Opening the heavy wooden front door, you stand there smiling at me clutching a small HMV bag in one hand and moving your sunglasses up off your face and into your hair with the other.
"I've just got the new Beautiful South CD and thought you might like to listen to it with me β anyone else in?" You casually ask, eyes intensely focused and watching for a reaction. "Actually no, everyone is out until about six tonight" I reply smiling, as you shyly look down but step into the house.
We quickly cover the basics and get a couple of cold lemonades before we head into the lounge, you taking up a position on the large sofa while I go and put your new CD on.
You have kicked your flat shoes off and you are tentatively sitting on the edge of the sofa, once again in your normal attire of jeans and a t-shirt β this one red with a black motif on the front but I can't work out if it is a design or a band emblem, not that it really matters. You look a little nervous, but that is nothing compared to me, I have butterflies racing around my stomach and I am convinced I'm either stuttering or repeating myself or generally just being a complete dork.
The first thing I can think to say is "you look gorgeous" which in the cold light of day is not only being 100% true but also seems to have the effect of putting you more at ease. This is the first time we have been alone together since the pub on Friday night, and the memories of that encounter are very much at the front of my mind.
I immediately wish I had known you were coming over as looking at you and thinking about what we did under the cool night air has already started a reaction inside my shorts. Because I wasn't expecting anyone I am just wearing a plain t-shirt and a knee length pair of shorts. The thin material doing very little to hid my growing embarrassment as I quickly sit down next to you.
I'm convinced you spotted my erection but you don't say anything or let your face indicate it either way.
The first move is a gentle cuddle together, my arm around your shoulders your hand onto my leg as we turn towards each other and begin a kiss, tentative at first, lingering and soft. A little tongue, followed by small butterfly kisses across each other's faces and necks. Every so often a kiss becomes a bit more heated and our lips mash together hungrily as our tongues probe inside the others mouths or playfully fight between our locked lips.
Our kissing is just that at the moment combined with some hair stroking and general cuddling but I notice you are sliding your hand between my thighs, upwards and you rest you hand firmly over the tent pole in my shorts. You don't do anything other than leave your hand there but you are the first girl to ever touch me and my heart is beating like a drum.
You break the kiss, applying a little pressure onto your hand smoothing my cock sideways in my shorts the outline now clearly visible under the thin material and your touch. "Is that for me?" you ask taking one finger and tracing the shape. Causing me to shudder from pleasure as you run your finger past the sensitive head and back along the length towards its base.
"If you would like it, then yes" is my feeble response. "What can I do with it?" you smile and purr, still continuing to run a finger up and down along the length while admiring the obvious effect you are having on me. "It's yours, do whatever you want" my grin stretching from ear to ear.
We kiss again passionately, your hand not moving from my lap. I get a little braver and caress your breasts through your t-shirt, causing you to squirm slightly under my touch β unsure if it was through pleasure or if was unwelcomed I stop and move my hand.
Pulling out of our kiss you look at me inquisitively before pulling your t-shirt up over your head and leaning back in to kiss me. I take that as enough encouragement to replace my hand on your breast and gently start to feel you as our tongues dance again.
After a little more kissing you break away again glancing quickly at the bulge still in my shorts before reaching behind your back and removing your bra, once again I am in awe as I stare at your beautiful body in front of me mesmerised by your smile and your delicious rounded breasts.
I in turn strip away my t-shirt, both of us naked from the waist up. Your eyes again glancing at my shorts and I quickly whip my shorts and underwear down and off, desperately hoping you don't react negatively to my move.
Time seems to go into slow motion as you drink in the sight of me naked before you, I feel vulnerable and nervous, but at the same time bursting with life and aware of everything around me. Little things like the way your breathing changed very slightly as my shorts came down or the fact your eyes widened a little. I saw all of these but the brain doesn't process these until it receives the right signals, your finger gently running from the tip all the way down to my balls I took as the signal and I instantly relaxed under your fingers.
Your eyes are fixated looking at my cock, you have seen them in pictures before but never in the flesh as it were. Your tentative touch still using just a fingertip as you carefully explore the twitching object.
I am very reluctant to wake you from your hazy state but I too want to play and touch your body. For what seems like hours you toy with my erection, gently moving the skin, circling the head with a fingertip. Each move you make you look at my face for approval, checking to see if hurts or if I don't like it. The occasional gasp from me causes you to stop, but the gasps are all of pleasure and you soon realise that the noises are directly related to your ministrations and the glorious effects.