Date: 8/9/2018, Categories: Fetish, Author: Kee, Source: LushStories
It all started the end of my sophomore year in high school. When I turned sixteen my parents decided I was old enough to go on actual dates, at night, alone with a boy. With the testosterone running high, and my own sexual desires now freed after having been a bit repressed, it did not take me long to begin down my road of sexual exploration. Greg and I were already totally enthralled with each other, so by the time we got to be alone together, in a way that we had no worries about anyone, especially parents, catching us, the intimacy started. There was a rapid progression from making out to more and more physical exploration. I held back a bit, and also held him off a bit, just due to the combination of threats and anxiety my parents had instilled in me. But when you are locked in a tongue probing embrace, with hands running over your already highly charged body, resistance is futile. I let him fondle my boobs and discovered just how fantastic it felt to have my nipples rubbed and squeezed. Not only was the feeling shooting to my brain, I could feel how hot and wet my pussy was becoming. Of course his hands were there also, but I kept my legs crossed tightly; not there, not yet. He also used every opportunity to put my hand on his cock, hoping I would explore and give him what he wanted. I did explore, but only from outside his pants. It did not matter, he held me tighter as he moaned and I felt his pants become wet and warm. I was not totally naive about the male body; I ...