We were both seventeen when Danica asked if I wanted to go to a movie on Saturday night. We shared a few classes together, and while friendly, had never really hung out that much before she came up to me at lunch.

"Can I sit here?" she asked, gesturing to the bench next to me.

"Sure."

She did, and looked around before leaning her shoulder against mine and putting her hand on my thigh. I glanced at her curiously, feeling my cock harden, and watched her take one of the crackers from my lunch. She nibbled on it and smiled.

"So, would you like to go to a movie on Saturday?" she asked.

"Uh, sure," I replied. "Who all is going?"

"Just you and me," she giggled.

"Oh. Like a date?"

"Yeah, I guess. If you want to call it that."

"Sure. Which movie?"

"The new Star Wars one."

I had already seen it the previous weekend with my friends, but agreed. It was a good movie, and I didn't want to spoil her fun.

"Sure. What time do you want me to pick you up?"

"The movie starts at seven, so maybe six?"

"Okay, I will be at your place just before six. Is that good?"

"Yes," she giggled. "See you tomorrow at sex."

She jumped up and walked away, glancing back at me once with a smile on her cute face, leaving me both confused and excited. I wasn't sure if she had said six or sex.

I pulled into the yard and was greeted by her dog, Molly, when I stepped out of the car. The door on the house opened and Danica came out, along with her mother. Danica was a short, petite blonde and her mother looked more like her sister than her mom, and I introduced myself to her. She nodded, remembering we had met before at the Community Club, and told us to have fun and to be home before midnight. I promised she would be home on time and we jumped into the car and drove to the city.

Danica was wearing a short denim skirt and a pink top, her legs bare down to the little white sneakers on her sockless feet. She moved over on the bench seat once we left the driveway, putting her shoulder to mine, and fiddled with the cassette player until she found the right tape to play. We talked and laughed on the drive, and once at the theater she took my hand in hers when we walked in.

Throughout the movie she leaned against me with my arm around her, her hand resting on my thigh, and I struggled with my erection being trapped in my jeans. After a while, I had to move and adjust myself, and she giggled and put her hand back on my thigh, slowly moving her fingers closer to the bulge in my pants. Just before the movie ended her hand slipped onto my crotch and she gave my cock a quick squeeze before taking it away.

I had to wait a few minutes for the swelling to go down before we could leave the theater, and we finally made it to the car when most of the other cars were gone. In the car she once more sidled up to me, this time keeping her hand high up on my thigh, and her fingers would graze my cock every now and then. We were a few miles away from her place when she asked me if we could park and talk for a bit. I pulled into one of the empty farmyards and turned the car off, leaving us under the light of the moon, and she quickly pulled me to her.

We started kissing and soon I had my hand inside of her shirt, cupping her pert little breast while she rubbed her hand over my bulge, and suddenly she moved away.

"I, uh, I don't want to do any more touching," she panted.

"Okay, whatever you want," I replied.

"I know you have been with other girls before. I'm just not ready for that."

"That's fine, Danica. We can go home if you like."

"No, not yet," she declined with a coy smile. "I, uh, I want to... I don't know... I want to see your dick."

"Oh. Uh, okay," I replied with a grin.

She sat with her hands on her lap, chewing her lips, while I undid my jeans and slipped them to my knees. I sat back and my cock waved in the air, hard and twitching. I waited for her to reach her hand out but she didn't.

"It does look pretty big," she giggled. "Play with it for me."

"Okay," I chuckled.

I began to stroke myself slowly while she watched intently, her eyes glued to my moving hand. Girls had watched before, but usually only for a minute or two before taking matters into their own hands.

"I like that," she giggled.

"Do you want to do it?"

"Haha, no," she laughed nervously. "Not yet."

I kept stroking, the sight of her cute smile and wide eyes turning me on, and watched her slip a hand under her skirt. After a minute she parted her legs and lay back, exposing her white cotton panties with the soaked crotch to me, and slipped her fingers under the waist band.

"You watch me and I'll watch you," she panted. "Okay?"

I nodded and watched as her fingers moved under the panties. I could tell she was fingering herself and rubbing her thumb around, and the sight aroused me highly. I cupped my balls and wrapped my finger and thumb around the base, swelling my cock to it's fullest, and watched her finger herself while I stroked slowly.

"Oh, it looks so big," she moaned.

"I'm going to cum soon," I groaned. "You look so fucking hot."

"Oh, I want to see it," she gasped.

I lifted my shirt up to my chest and pumped my fist faster, the pressure building quickly, and watched her fingers vibrate under the blue cotton. Drops formed on the swollen tip, making my hand slick, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh, shit, I'm cumming," I announced.

She sat up and watched intently as I erupted, ropes of cum streaming over my stomach and lower chest while I jerked my cock, my hips bucking as the huge load pumped out.

"Oh wow..." she moaned. "That's so hot."

I just smiled and stroked myself empty, the last dribbles running over my hand, while she leaned back and rubbed herself to orgasm. She let out a little moan, her cum-face making her even cuter, and let out a sigh when she finished. She giggled, pulled her hand out, and lowered her skirt back down before leaning over and looking at the streams of jizz splatted across my torso. She put her finger into one and rubbed it around a little, giggling and smiling at me the whole time.

"Pass me that box of tissues in the glovebox," I asked.

She opened the door and pulled them out, handing me a handful and watching as I cleaned myself off.

"Is there always that much?" she asked curiously.

"Usually," I answered. "Sometimes more, sometimes less."

"Haha," she giggled. "That's so hot."

She moved close and kissed me. "Thanks for the show. That was really fun."

"Yes, it was," I agreed while tucking myself away and doing up my jeans.

She sat against me and put her head on my shoulder.

"Thanks for not being pushy or anything," she said softly. "I'm just not ready for more yet."

"Hey, no problem," I assured her. "That was fun, I didn't mind at all."

"I, uh, I'm not really ready for a boyfriend, either. I hope you are okay with that?"

"Oh, sure. I'm not ready for a full-time girlfriend, either."

"Okay, so were just friends."

"Just friends," I agreed. "But we can hang out whenever you want."

"Haha," she giggled. "I would like that. We can just go for a drive sometimes."

I started the car and drove her home, dropping her off just before midnight, as promised. She kissed me again, thanked me for the fun evening, and her mom opened the door for her, giving me a wave before closing it. I drove home, went to bed, and stroked off again thinking about her fingers under the white cotton.

We went for a few drives after that, usually to the same empty farmyard or one of the local gravel pits, each time going a little further, but that's another story.