This story is completely fiction, and none of the events happened in real life. Enjoy the story.
Justin and I have been dating for six months now. We are the perfect couple; he is tall, dark and handsome, perfect muscles, great eyes and smile. I am small, with blonde hair and tanned skin, a slender figure with large breasts. He frequently complimented me on my slim figure; saying I looked “hot” and “sexy” and, although I preferred to be called beautiful, this was fine because it made me feel appreciated.
We are both still virgins, and neither of us had attempted to do anything more than kiss. We were happy to take things slow and see what happened. I was pleased this, it meant we could get to know each other easily and not worry about sex. However, I still wanted to take things a step further with Justin, but I didn’t want to pressure him, or take things a step further than what he was comfortable with. So I let things stay how they were, and constantly wondered when we would take that next step.
One Saturday we went driving around town in his car, it was a warm summer’s night and the roof was down with the wind blowing through our hair. We went to our usual spot down by the river, the view was beautiful and we parked here often because most people preferred to park on the top of the cliff, looking down on the town, yet out spot was more secluded, private and undisturbed. Trees covered the whole lake and people rarely cam down the water side this far because the route was difficult and the bridge was rotten and unsafe, here we could be alone. We came to this spot most weekends; we could sit in his car and talk for hours whilst looking out onto the beautiful lake.
“This place is so gorgeous at night,” I commented whilst leaning against his chest, he was gazing down at me, a smile loosely playing around his lips.
“It’s ok,” he said softly, “but it isn’t as gorgeous as you are!” He spoke confidently, and then placed a kiss on my forehead.
I laughed at the cute line, the sat up onto his knee and gave him a more passionate kiss, I began to pull away after a while, but he pulled back, showing more desire that I was used too. Usually he was happy to take things at a slow pace, he never pushed for anything further than I was willing to give, yet tonight there was a hunger throughout him which I wasn’t used to. I thought this should worry me, but instead I enjoyed the need he had for me, and I had the same need for him.
We continued to kiss, for what seemed like an eternity, yet neither of us grew tired of the passion we held for each other, instead it continued to grow. My hands were lost in his styled, dark hair pulling his face and body as close to mine as possible. His hands memorised the shape or my back and clung to my round ass. Underneath me, I could feel his cock as hard as a tree trunk in his khaki shorts, he didn’t seem uncomfortable by the fact I could clearly see the rise in his shorts. Still deeply kissing his lips, I moved a hand away from his thick hair and slowly down his muscled body towards his cock. When my hand reached its destination I gently began to massage his prick, the movement shocked him and he pulled away from my lips, yet I could not bear to stop and so continued moving my lips against his face and neck.
“Lauren, what are you doing?” he questioned a pleasured tone to his voice.
I just smiled and replied, “Trust me, ok?” before applying more pressure to his swelling cock.
A moan escaped his lips in reply to my question, encouraging me to carry on. I pushed my lips back onto his mouth and then began to unbutton his trousers. He pushed his shorts and boxers down to his ankles for me, and in that moment I swiftly pulled the simple purple vest top that I was wearing over my head, leaving my 34D boobs on display to him, only slightly covered by my lacy pink bra. When Justin looked up, a sigh of shock and relief left his mouth, then he pulled my face back to his and we continued to make out.
His cock was now completely hard and was stood up in between our bodies, him only wearing a shirt and me wearing just jean shorts and my lace panties. My small hand wrapped around the base of his seven inch cock and slowly began to work its way up his length. He had pulled my right breast out of the bra and was expertly massaging my hard nipple, whilst tracing patterns along my back. He increased the pressure on my nipple and I sighed in pleasure.
“Babe, if we do this, I don’t know if I will be able to stop,” Justin worried.
Though still massaging my breast; so it was obvious he did not truly want to stop, and I knew he was worried about me.
“Who said anything about stopping?” I replied cunningly, and winked up at him, but this only increased the nature of his distressing.
He stopped playing with my tits, placed both hands on my shoulders, looked deep into my eyes and seriously asked, “Are you absolutely sure?”
I smiled, wondering how many boys would stop the opportunity of getting laid to make sure their girlfriend was ok.