As a teenager of 16, just finishing my final year of high school, I am an odd character. I have many friends and I’m reasonably popular, being the big guy of the year. Despite this, I had never had a girlfriend, or even a drunken kiss. The slightest thing can turn me on: a tight skirt, a girl sucking a lollipop or most annoyingly, the sheer mention of sex by an attractive girl. I am quite an intelligent person and have no problem talking to girls, but my lack of experience and low self-esteem always seem to let me down all too often.
I have always preferred my own company, being quite shy and I tend to resort to masturbation too often, as my hormones get the better of me. All day at school every day, I spend time with my friends, most of them hot, by my own admission. Ashamedly, I have masturbated to many of their Facebook pictures. I feel I enjoy myself more when I know the person is more than just a pretty face and I know that a lot of my mates feel the same.
A few months back, I was working through some particularly easy religious study questions, last lesson on a Thursday. It was hot by English standards and I had been playing football at lunch. I looked up from my trance-like concentration and immediately laid eyes upon 4 or 5 beautiful girls, with tight shirts and short skirts, showing just a little too much skin for any teenage boy to be able to keep a clean mind. Until this point, I had, remarkably, not realised exactly what I was surrounded by. The girl I sat next to, the goddess of the year, with an astounding mind and a figure to match, was shuffling around, desperately trying to get comfortable, in the less than ideal situation. Another girl sat in front of me, my friend in fact, who has the best boobs I have ever seen. Now granted, I haven’t seen many, but catching a glimpse of her ever-so round 34 dd’s through her shirt, was almost enough to make me climax there and then.
What really caught my attention though, were two of my other friends sitting to the left of me. Both blonde, one of them taller than the other with curves to die for and the other more petite, who’s beauty I can never fully comprehend. Having known each other for a long time, these two knew each other intimately and were both pretty hyper girls, to say the least. The petite girl was writhing around on top of the other, in a humorous fashion that only she could have executed, without fear of a sharp telling off. As she moved, they both giggled, clearly having a laugh as they looked forward to returning home after a long day. I couldn’t help but notice a slight slip every so often, granting me a brief view of a pair of beautiful pink knickers, as well as a flash of bra from the smaller girl, who’s breasts never failed to amaze me. Clearly still joking, the girl underneath gently nibbled the other’s earlobe, leaving them both giggling and a tingle running south down my body. Now thoroughly distracted, I took one more look around before settling my gaze on the astonishing sight that beheld me.
I’m not sure whether it was the setting I was in, or the sheer beauty of the girls, but before too long I began to develop a little stiffness, which turned into a full blown erection as I tried to tuck it into my pants. I sat forward in my seat, as the girls continued their torturous frolicking, which only increased my already engorged state, as I felt the warmth of my stomach on my penis head. I have never been large in that area by any comparison, but there was still an unmissable bulge.
I felt overwhelmed by lust as I imagined slowly sliding into the bustier girl’s mouth, as her friend looked on in awe. Not once did I allow myself to admit to myself what I was doing, but as my thoughts turned to the all so clear behind of the now gently bouncing girl on top, I managed to slip a hand under the table.
