How Hannah and I Got Together

Literotic asexstories – How Hannah and I Got Together by sex4every1,sex4every1
All persons in this story are at least 18 years of age.

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Hannah was two years older and way out of my league, if it hadn’t been for the set of circumstances involving this story. My mom and her mom had been best friends in college, until they lost touch. About a year ago they had run into each other and found that they had a lot in common; both mother of an only child and both divorced, they rekindled their friendship and started getting together on a regular basis. Because we had a car and they didn’t, we visited them more often than vice versa.

On an average day, Hannah looked like an angel; she had the most lovely and endearing smile, her eyes were big and brown and she had luxuriously long brown hair with blonde highlights. Although she wasn’t a health freak, she had a gorgeous body with all the right curves and perfectly built legs.

While our moms talked and played Scrabble or Gin Rummy together, we were left to entertain ourselves, mostly either reading or watching TV… in recent weeks/months Hannah was becoming less inclined to stay in the same room as our parents, often going to her room for a large portion of the night. The first time that she asked me if I wanted to come up, I couldn’t believe my ears… me, in a girl’s room. Imagine my surprise when my mom didn’t object and simply said:”Have fun.”

Basically, we did the same things in Hannah’s room as we’d do downstairs in the living room, but without supervision everything was different and more pleasant… Hannah and I talked about college, about our moms and life in general. I was in junior college at the time and had been solitarily sexually active for several months; Hannah had off course been the object of my fantasies more than once. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t glance at her ass or her boobs whenever I could, and on the rare occasion she wore a skirt, her legs. On most nights I dreamt of making some sort of a pass at her, but never did. I was convinced that any move on my part would result in certain rejection or worse, ridicule… Whenever the conversation turned to boys and girls, she always came out as the more experienced and more desirable one… typically such conversation would end with Hannah making a naughty comment, often hinting at masturbation, blowjobs etc, and me not having the guts/experience to reply in kind.

One particular day however, things were about to change; in retrospect all the circumstances were there! It was a Friday and both Hannah and I had gotten good report cards that same day, putting everyone in a good mood. With Saturday being a day of leisure in both households, there was plenty of time and the atmosphere was even more relaxed than usual. Because I hadn’t had the time or privacy to masturbate before or during college, I had hoped to have a good wank before leaving for Hannah and her mother, but because of my good report card, mom hovered around me like a happy and proud little bee. Eventually I gave up and decided to stick it out (pun intended)…

Of all days, Hannah had picked that day to wear pantyhose and a black skirt – 15 centimeters above the knee – which complimented her well-formed ass and legs beautifully; my dick was hard non-stop and pushing against my jeans all through dinner. Being a frequent masturbator – like most teenage boys – I had very rarely gone this long without relief. I trembled with lust as nearly every sight and every touch of Hannah added to my arousal. To top things off, Hannah’s mom had chosen that particular week to have their bathroom redone, which meant no running water or plumbing; the old outhouse in the backyard seemed to be the only option left.

After dinner our moms opened up a bottle of wine and started their first game of Scrabble. Before going up to Hannah’s room, I needed relief… so I excused myself and headed for the outhouse. Unfortunately by now, it had started to rain and since the door to the outhouse didn’t completely close, it would be very cold in there, not to mention muddy and wet; as I was used to masturbating on my knees, I didn’t see how I was going to get off in the outhouse without either freezing to death or coming out looking like a mud wrestler. Out of options, I followed Hannah up to her room, hoping I could somehow compose myself. As she walked into her room and got on her bed in a kind of casual Lotus position, I realized I was kidding myself; there was no way I was going to keep this up for more than ten minutes.

I quickly weighed my options and gathered every ounce of courage, before saying:”Please don’t be angry, but can I just use your bathroom for a few minutes?”

Hannah looked at me and said:”There’s no water in there.”

“I know.” I replied.

“And no electricity either.” she added.

“I don’t need much, just a little privacy.”

When her eyes glanced over my crotch, she must have noticed the bulge and realized what was going on.

And yet, she kept a straight face and asked:”Why, what’s the problem?”

“I’m hard okay… and if I don’t take care of it soon, I think I am going to pass out.”

“You want to masturbate, in our bathroom?” she asked, fighting a smile.

Feeling pretty embarrassed by now, I said:”I’m sorry, just forget about it!”

Hannah got up and said:”There’s nothing to be sorry about, but I just don’t think the bathroom is going to work.” as she walked into the hall and opened the bathroom door… when I followed her and took a look inside, I saw what she meant. There was water and rubble everywhere, not to mention tools and pipes… judging from the state the bathroom was in, I’d have a better chance in the outhouse.

I leaned back and gently banged my head against the wall in frustration, whispering:”Damn!”

“Look, why don’t you use my room?” Hannah said, closing the door.

I looked at her, bewildered.

“Aside from the bathroom, there are only two rooms left: unless you wanna use my mom’s room…” Hannah continued.

I looked at her and said:”Are you sure?”

She smiled, looked down at the bulge in my pants and said:”You obviously need to relieve yourself and there’s only one place left.”

After a pause of about four seconds, she added with a naughty grin:”Just not all over my bed, okay?”

“I’ll do it on the floor and I’ll clean it up, I promise.” I said, feeling pretty embarrassed.

“Ok then, so… how long do you need?”

“I don’t know; ten, fifteen minutes?”

Hannah smiled and said:”Just open the door when you’re ready so that I’ll know it’s safe…”

I nodded and as she walked down the stairs, she whispered:”Have fun!”

I closed the door and took out my dick, grabbing the hard, throbbing shaft… After rubbing it up and down for about twenty seconds, I took off all my clothes and got on my knees in the middle of her bedroom. As soon as I started masturbating again, I realized that I’d never get to fifteen minutes, or ten for that matter. With my eyes closed, I pictured Hannah in every conceivable position and came more intensely than ever before!

Big ropes of thick, gooey cum blasted out of my dick onto the floor, as my body violently convulsed over and over again. Barely two minutes had passed and I had already finished. Using my hanky, I cleaned up the enormous amount of cum I had deposited on the floor and got dressed. I opened the bedroom door and nervously waited for Hannah to return.

Carefully she peeked in, before entering and said:”I needed an excuse to go downstairs, so I brought you a soda.”

“Thanks, and not just for the soda…”

“Anytime! Whenever you feel the need, just tell me… no need in being uncomfortable all night, right?”

Was she actually offering her room for me to use whenever I wanted to?

I decided not to push the matter and said:” Okay.”

“So, was it… good?”

I smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed but answered truthfully:” Very, I had about thirteen minutes to spare!”

We laughed and started talking about the usual things…

A few minutes later, she got a phone call from one of her girlfriends; I knew it would take a while so I sat down on the bed and started reading my book. Once in a while, as I turned the page, I would glance at her and admire from across the room, just for a second or two. About ten minutes later, I noticed that her skirt had ridden up from her constant moving around on her chair and that her entire upper leg was now exposed. Pretty soon I was looking more at her pantyhose than at my book… I was hard as a bone again.

I waited patiently for the phone call to end, then asked:”Would you mind getting me another soda?”

“Sure, which one?” Hannah sneered.

I closed my book and shifted towards the edge of the bed:”Doesn’t matter, I am not really thirsty!”

“Have fun.” Hannah smiled as she got up and headed out the door.

I got off the bed and got down on my knees; keeping my clothes on this time, I just whipped out my hard dick and started jerking off. I closed my eyes and pictured Hannah in just her underwear and tights, doing all sorts of naughty things while talking to her friend on the phone. It was another winner; I blew a huge load on the floor and used my hanky to clean up every drop. After rearranging my clothes, I opened the door and continued reading my book. Several minutes later Hannah walked back in, closing the door behind her and putting two soda’s on her desk. She turned to me and said:”If you keep this up, I’ll have to open up a lemonade stand!”

We laughed.

Hannah, sitting down:”Can I ask you something really personal?”

“Sure.”

“Do you ever think of me when you… masturbate?”

I worked up the courage and answered:”Almost every time!”

Surprised, she didn’t quite know what to say or do next; so I asked:”How often do you masturbate?”

“I don’t know, a few times a week… you?” she returned the question.

“About two or three times a day; every morning before breakfast and usually once or twice at night.”

Hannah didn’t seem surprised at the quantity, instead she looked like she was about to ask another question, but we got interrupted by her cell phone: it was another one of her girlfriends wanting to yap about trivial things… This call lasted considerably longer than the last one and I finished reading nearly two chapters by the time she hung up. By then, the moment had passed and we started talking about other things. Two more hours passed as we played some video games, listened to some music and did pretty much anything except continue the conversation we had started; as Hannah was getting tired, I decided to go and check on my mom, see if she was about ready to leave. As it turned out, they were still in the middle of a game, so after taking a leak, I went back upstairs and found Hannah laying on the bed, half asleep; while I informed her of the situation downstairs, my eyes wandered over her legs and her skirt. Although aesthetically very pleasing, it didn’t cause much more than a stir in my cock, but because I didn’t want her to fall asleep in my presence, I said: “You know, I could use another soda.”

She looked at me surprised and asked:”Again?”

I nodded.

“Okay, but you just came up… I can’t very well go downstairs now, it will arouse suspicion!”

Realizing she had a good point, I nodded and said:”You’re right, I’ll wait a little while longer.”

“Why don’t you use my mom’s room this time?” she said.

I looked at her, trying to assess if she was kidding or not, eventually asked:”Seriously?”

“And… maybe this time you don’t clean up.” she nodded affirmatively.

My cock became fully erect as soon as she spoke those words.

I smiled, encouraged by her proposal and said:”Well, if you’re sure…” as I walked towards the door.

“Hey, if you gotta go, you gotta go, right?”

“Cool, I’ll be back in a few minutes!” I said and closed the door behind me.

I opened Hannah’s mom’s bedroom door, flicked on the light switch and walked in, dick in hand. When I noticed the little white carpet next to her bed, I smiled at how perfect of a target it presented and I kneeled down on it. As I replayed Hannah’s last words over and over again in my mind, I started wanking my hard throbbing dick for all I was worth. Just like the previous two times, I quickly came and shot a moderate load all over the carpet. When I was done, I got dressed and headed back.

Hannah was waiting for me, clearly wide awake again.

“Relieved?” was all she asked.

“Suffices to say: you don’t wanna step on the little white carpet with your bare feet!” I grinned.

Hannah laughed, took her pillow and as she pushed her face into it, she yelled:”Eeeewwwwwww!”

When she lowered her pillow about five seconds later, she was still smiling and whispered:”You’re little perv!”

I wanted to say something, but what… something sexy and provocative, but not too much! By the time I had thought of something, the moment had passed and we just started talking again about unimportant things. Not much later, mom called me down and said that we were leaving as it was getting really late. As Hannah gave me a goodbye peck on the cheek, she whispered:”This was fun!”

We smiled at each other and parted ways.

I literally counted the days until we got together again; I thought of no one or nothing else. The anticipation of seeing her again, after what we had done, fueled my days; even more than before, she became the object of my fantasies. I refrained from masturbating the night before as well as all throughout the day itself. When we arrived, Hannah and I got comfortable in front of the tv, while our moms had a glass of wine in the kitchen. After a few minutes of small talk, Hannah briefly glanced at my crotch and remarked:”Looks like you might need a few soda’s tonight… our bathroom is still being redone, so we’ll need to find another venue for you to blow your load.”

It was the first time that she had used the specific and exact words, the first time she had used any kind of dirty language with me. My dick twitched in my jeans, I couldn’t wait to get to her room and from the looks of things, she was eager as well… not really horny, just impatient!

We had dinner and as Hannah and I cleared the table, she whispered:”You still… hard?”

I nodded affirmatively and winked at her.

A few minutes later we headed upstairs, acting as casual as we could; my heart was racing and my palms were sweating in anticipation of what would/could happen… in her room, she closed the drapes, put on a cd and said:”Seeing how I can’t go downstairs again so quickly, my mom’s room is the logical choice, right?”

I hesitated for a second, but then nodded and walked towards the door as slowly as I could, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. When I glanced at her just before walking out of the room, she looked as nervous as I felt and suddenly blurted out:”Her bed, do it on her bed…”

She had obviously been thinking about this!

Emboldened by this, I smirked and said:”You’ll have to be more specific.”

“What do you mean?”

“The bedspread, sheets, mattress… her pillow?”

The last option made her gasp for breath and swallow, it was the first sign of actual arousal on her part.

“Pillow?” I asked, as I gently slid my hand down my pants.

Embarrassed that I had read her preference, she asked:”Won’t she know?”

“I was planning on cleaning it up, you know.”

She smiled back and glanced at my hand down my pants:”But won’t it leave stains?”

“Probably, but no more than on the bedspread or the sheets…”

Hannah was weighing her options.

“Maybe I should cum on something else first, so you can see exactly how it stains?” I quickly said.

We looked at each other, both realizing, that this was the first time either of us had said the word ‘cum’.

“What did you have in mind?”

As I looked at her bed, I said:”Well, the closest thing to a pillow… is another pillow!”

Hannah’s eyes grew big as she realized what I was talking about; she smiled widely and asked, with a feigned outrage:”You wanna cum on MY pillow?”

Now that we had both used the word, it was common language… it had been accepted. Trying to take the focus off of the act of cumming on her pillow, I said:”I don’t have to do it here, I could take it with me to your mom’s room… and bring it back when I am done.” She looked at me and hesitated, fighting a wide grin on her face.

I added:”Just for scientific reasons… to study the staining process before I do it anywhere else.”

She reached for her pillow and handed it to me, unable to contain her smile or her arousal.

“Be kind to it!” she whispered and then crossed her arms, putting one hand in front of her mouth, trying to hide her amusement. Her pillow was dark red with little pink hearts; it would make for a nice contrast with my cum. I took a few steps backwards and whispered:”I’ll be right back.” walking out of the room.

Needless to say I was thrilled: events had taken a turn I couldn’t have dreamed up! As I kneeled down in her mom’s room with her pillow positioned directly in front of me, I had to control myself and keep myself from cumming right then; after all I didn’t want to go back to Hannah’s room with just a few drops on her pillow!

I concentrated and really took my time, working myself up towards a nice, big orgasm. When I came, I made sure to cover as much of the pillow as I could. I shot six big, gooey strands of cum across the pillow, followed by several smaller – but equally gooey – volleys; finally, I squeezed out the last few drops and wiped off my cock on one of the last clean areas on the pillow. It had to be one of the biggest loads I had ever blown! Proud as a peacock I got dressed and walked back into Hannah’s room, holding the pillow with the stained side facing up…

She was browsing through her cds, no doubt keeping herself busy while she waited for the result of our ‘science experiment’. When she saw the pillow, her mouth fell open and her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she gasped:”Oh my god, that’s just one load?!”

I nodded and said:”Uhuh.” as she reached out and took the pillow with both hands.

Not taking her eyes off it, she gasped for air again and said:”You… you completely drenched it!”

As her face had returned to normal, I couldn’t tell if this was good thing or not, so I asked:”I’m sorry, do you want me to clean it up?”

Speaking without thinking, she blurted out:”With what, a bath towel?!”

We both started laughing. Then she said:”My god, it’s so much…”

After a few seconds, she seemed to realize what she had just avoided, slapped my arm playfully and said:”And you wanted to do this on my mom’s pillow… how could she possibly not have noticed??!”

I reached in my pocket, took out my clean hanky and said:”I would have cleaned it up… like this.”

As I scooped up all the cum and rubbed the resulting stains as dry as I could, Hannah said:”You’re suspiciously adept at this!”

Again we laughed. I folded my hanky and carefully put it back in my pants pocket, as I said:”Give it a few hours to dry up: it will be hardly noticeable.”

As she looked at her pillow some more, I asked:”What are you thinking?”

Blushing she said:”I am thinking that I could use a nice soda myself right about now!”

I could literally feel my heartbeat all throughout my body as she said that.

Reacting as quickly and cool as possible, I said:”Say no more, I’ll make myself scarce…”

As I turned and took one step towards the door, she threw the pillow on the bed and stopped me, touching my arm. “Don’t be silly, I was just kidding around…” she lied.

Before I could react, she added, with a clear sarcastic undertone:”Besides, good girls don’t do such things!”

“I am pretty sure good girls don’t have cum all over their pillows either.”

Slightly embarrassed, she giggled:”Still…”

I could see she wasn’t 100% up for it, so I didn’t want to press the matter and quickly put an end to the conversation. “Maybe some other time… so, how about I beat you at some video games.”

“I’d rather just talk if that’s okay.” she said as she tapped on the bed, inviting me to take a seat next to her.

Hannah started talking about minor and slightly bigger problems at college; typical stuff for girls her age, I guess.

Gradually I began reacting to some of the things she said and pretty soon, I was telling her some of my problems/experiences. The conversation then evolved to a more personal level and in less than an hour I was telling her things I didn’t even tell my friends… Although there was an obvious sexual tension between us, the conversation never became awkward or boring; we were perfectly at ease with each other. Eventually we were interrupted by her cell phone, ringing and vibrating on her desk.

She got up, looked at the display and said:”Sorry, I’ll just answer this text and then I’ll switch it off.”

“No problem.” I said as my eyes wandered over her entire backside, focusing on her legs and ass.

While she was texting, she made a quarter-turn towards the light of her desk lamp, so that she was now standing in profile. When she glanced up from her cell phone in between the words she was texting, she caught me staring and smiled. While finishing her text, she glanced over a couple of more times, each time smiling a little less and becoming more aroused… When she eventually put the phone down, she turned to face me, leaned against her desk and said:”Ask me something… anything!”

A little surprised, I thought for a few seconds and then asked:”What color underwear are you wearing?”

She looked at me and asked:”Top or bottom?”

“Both.”

To my surprise, she used her left thumb to push her jeans away from her skin and slowly reached inside to pull up her panties over the top of her jeans, far enough to expose about three centimeters of them… they were dark red with a thin purple line at the edge.

A few seconds later her other hand slid in her cleavage and slowly pulled out her black shoulder strap. “How do I know that the rest of your bra is the same color?” I challenged her.

Hannah let go of both her panties and the strap and slowly took the hem of her top with both hands… slowly, agonizing slowly, she started pulling it up as she looked straight at me. After a few seconds the bottom half of both cups came into view… she stopped when they were half exposed, just below the nipple line and softly whispered: “Do you need to take care of something?” looking at my crotch.

Keeping my eyes on her half-exposed cups, I swallowed and said:”Like you wouldn’t believe!”

As she slowly started lowering her top again, she whispered:”If you had to, could you do it in the outhouse?”

Surprised and a little disappointed, I replied:”I could, but…”

“Would you… for me? I’d like you to get on your knees in the outhouse and masturbate, can you do that?”

Not about to spoil the moment, I said:”Anything you want.” and got up.

I went downstairs and walked out the back door, heading straight for the outhouse. Halfway to my destination, I was so horny that I took out my rock hard dick and wanked it a few times. I walked in and got on my knees; after about forty-five seconds, I suddenly heard the back door opening and footsteps coming closer.

Because the bottom thirty centimeters of the outhouse door were open, I jumped up, not wanting my mom or Hannah’s mom to see me kneeling in there. When the footsteps came nearer, I heard Hannah’s voice whispering:”It’s me.”

Out of reflex, I asked:”What are you doing, what if they see you?”

Now standing right outside the outhouse, she said:”No big deal, I’m queuing for the john… are you on your knees?”

After hesitating for a second, I kneeled back down and whispered:”Yes!”

“Are you facing the door?” she asked.

“Yes.” I replied, my voice nearly cracking under the pressure of my arousal as I rubbed my dick ever so softly.

Suddenly she stuck her bare foot in, through the opening at the bottom of the door; after carefully exploring for a few seconds, her foot touched my hand and the tip of my penis; I exploded almost immediately and moaned as I covered her foot in my warm cum.

My mind went blank from extreme pleasure and as my body convulsed wildly, Hannah’s foot slid further up and in between my legs. As her wiggling toes touched my balls, powerful jolts of pleasure ripped through my body and I splattered same more cum on her instep. Violently convulsing, my body tried it’s best to cope with the most powerful orgasm it had ever experienced. As my movements slowed down, Hannah redrew her foot and whispered:”How was that?”

Out of breath, I replied:”Amazing, absolutely amazing…”

I could practically hear her smiling as she said:”Glad you liked it!”

About three seconds later, she asked:”Could you stay downstairs for about fifteen minutes; I desperately need to masturbate!”

“Sure, take all the time you need!” I said, trying to act as if that wasn’t one of the coolest things any girl had ever said to me.

“I’ll come and get you when I am done.” as she scurried down the path towards the house.

An enormous grin came over my face as I couldn’t believe how lucky I was… this was better than my most exotic fantasy! After enjoying the solitude of isolation for another few minutes, savoring the aftermath of my orgasm, I got up and walked back inside. I washed my hands, took a soda from the fridge and talked to our moms for a few minutes, before installing myself in front of the tv.

Suddenly Hannah’s mom asked:”The two of you aren’t fighting are you?”

Smiling to myself – if she only knew how wrong she was – I replied:”No no, Hannah’s on the phone with a girl from her class; all that gossiping is giving me a headache.”

Apparently satisfied with my explanation, she smiled and turned her attention back to the game. As I was flicking through the channels, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Hannah was really doing up there. Impatiently I waited and watched the minutes passing one by one on the display of the VCR. Finally after nearly twenty minutes, she walked into the living room with a big grin on her face, still looking a bit flushed. As she came closer, I could smell the soap she had used to refresh herself with…

Intoxicated with her scent and not thinking clearly, I spoke without thinking:”God, you smell nice!”

I felt like a fool the very next second for giving her such a lame compliment, but fortunately, she gave me the sweetest smile and whispered in a soft and sexy voice:”Thank you.”

When she beckoned me to follow her, I nearly jumped off the couch.

Once back in her room, I looked at her feet, not completely sure which one she’d stuck underneath the outhouse door. She caught me looking at them, laughed and said:”Stop it, I washed it off.”

“Before or after?” I asked boldly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” she teased back.

Not giving me time to reformulate my question, she walked over to the bed and said:”Let’s see if the pillow is dry yet.”

She held the pillow up and meticulously examined the fabric for any remaining stains.

After giving her a few seconds, I asked:”Well?”

“Hmmm, it’s almost completely gone… there are some faint spots left, but nothing too obvious.”

“Told ya.” I said.

Before either of us could say another word, mom called me down and said:”We’re leaving, you’ve got classes tomorrow!”

Disappointed about all the things I didn’t get a chance to say, but at the same time extremely happy with how things were evolving between us, I said goodbye to Hannah as plainly as possible in front of our moms.

When we heard them schedule another get-together the following weekend, Hannah and I glanced at each other. On the ride back home, mom casually asked me if I had had fun; I had to concentrate to not start grinning like a fool as I said:”It was fine.”

I was deliriously happy the rest of the week. Remembering how impressed Hannah was with the amount of cum I had produced last time, I made sure not to play with myself the day before nor the day itself, which was surprisingly easy. After having dinner at home, we drove up to Hannah and her mom’s.

“Hannah is on the phone with a class mate, something about the upcoming midterms, she said to come up when you arrived…” Hannah’s mom stated.

As the ladies made themselves comfortable in front of the tv, I nodded casually and hurried upstairs, my heart racing and adrenaline pumping through my veins. After a small knock on the door, I carefully entered and found Hannah standing in front of her desk, her cell pinned between her head and left shoulder, browsing through her notes… when she saw me come in, she smiled briefly before continuing her conversation. Several minutes of loitering around and studying posters later, I sat down on the bed and grabbed a magazine that was laying on her night stand; flipping through the pages, I listened to Hannah explaining some advanced math topics to her friend. As the conversation showed no sign of ending any time soon, I shifted on the bed so that I could lean against the wall, making myself a little more comfortable and, as her back was towards me for the most part, I could admire her figure – especially her legs and ass – in all freedom.

Dressed in some snug black jeans and a dark blue sweater, she wasn’t exactly flaunting and yet she looked totally hot and desirable! Pretty soon my eyes were locked on her body, following her every move; studying every curve her body made as she leaned forward, bent down to take something from her desk, got on the tips of her toes reaching for a book on the bookshelf above her desk etc… On the rare occasions that she looked at me, I quickly pretended to be reading, conveniently using the magazine to hide the bulge forming in my jeans. After keeping this up for about five or six minutes, she turned towards me and leaned against her desk with her butt, stretching her legs out in front of her and crossing her legs. As I glanced at her for a second, she indicated that the phone call was taking too long, was boring etc… I smiled and continued flipping through the magazine. With nearly forty-eight hours of lust boiling up inside of me, I was a little bolder than usual and decided to take advantage of the situation by looking her up and down ostentatiously every time I flipped a page, my eyes lingering longer on her chest area than anywhere else.

I did this a few times, then started including her face in the process, making sure she noticed what I was doing.

After our eyes had met a few times, I simply stared at her breasts for like ten seconds at a time, only briefly glancing at my magazine in between staring sessions… suddenly she waved her hand in front of her and pretended to be outraged by my goggling, the grin on her face however told me otherwise! When I continued staring, she held her arm in front of her breasts as if she wasn’t wearing any clothes in a pointless and illogical attempt to keep me from staring at her chest underneath her sweater, while she mouthed the words:”Stop it!”

When I declined with a nod of my head, she made big eyes at me, but was unable to keep herself from smiling. Slowly I lifted the magazine to expose the swelling in my jeans and as I held the magazine up with my left hand, I slid my right one down between my legs, cupping my crotch and very slowly massaging the now very obvious bulge. Hannah’s eyes grew bigger as she gawked at my crotch. Becoming bolder in my actions, I squeezed my erection and pushed it from side to side in my jeans; Hannah lowered her arm, resting her hand on the desk beside her, while she held her cell phone in her other hand, yapping away. Taking my time, I kept this up for about a minute, before I took my zipper and very slowly pulled it down. Hannah did nothing to discourage or stop me, she just looked at me… I did notice however that her focus on the ongoing conversation with her class mate was diminishing. When the zipper was down, I also undid the button and discarded the magazine on the bed. Keeping one hand on the magazine, I slid the other down my briefs, cupping my bare dick and balls, actually touching myself right in front of her!

Trembling with lust but uncertain of how she would react, I couldn’t muster up the courage to do what I so desperately wanted to do next. I decided to wait for a signal on her part, anything, no matter how small, telling me it was okay to proceed. For almost twenty seconds we stared at each other, both of us restless and anxious, not sure what to make of the situation. Eventually she uncrossed her legs and moved her free hand – that was on her desk – to her inner thigh, her thumb resting casually against her crotch; in my agitated state of mind, that was all the incentive I needed! Grabbing my dick by its base, I pulled it out gently, rubbing the tip against the inside of my briefs for extra stimulus. When the little head reached the edge of my briefs, I paused for a second and used the thumb of my free hand to push them out of the way, pulling out my enormously stiff prick out the last centimeter or so. As soon as it was out in the open, a small convulsion went through my body as I had to gasp for air. Hannah’s eyes were as big as I had ever seen them, her lips slightly parted in shock and awe; taken aback for a moment, she stopped talking all together on the phone, apparently mesmerized by the sight of my dick. While the bottom half of my tool was concealed by my fist, the upper half was pulsating and throbbing, enjoying its newfound freedom.

For a few seconds she was completely transfixed, hearing or seeing nothing else. Her conversation partner on the other end of the line apparently sensed her absent mindedness, as Hannah was suddenly startled by a louder voice coming from her cell phone; she apologized and brought her free hand to her face, as if trying to hide behind it, doing her best to concentrate on the conversation at hand. She couldn’t keep her hand in front of her face forever, so I waited patiently…

When indeed she lowered her hand back onto her thigh not much later, her eyes found my hard member again; as they did, I replaced my fist around the base of my dick with just two fingers, pushing down gently and contracting all muscles I had in that area, making my throbbing dick as big and as thick as I possibly could, waving it back and forth, in an attempt to impress her. Hannah stared at it and frowned while she pursed her lips together, suggesting that she was not only impressed, but also aroused. She licked her lips and started giving shorter and less focused answers on the phone; a few seconds later I knew why – she’d been thinking on how to respond to my “coming out” – as she slowly slid her free hand up and gently started pushing her sweater upwards. Although she was only exposing part of her belly, I had to be carefully not to move my fingers too much or I would have cum right then and there… She was so incredibly sensual and erotic, I couldn’t believe how crazy with lust I was at that moment; after all, I had seen more than this when she showed me the bottom half of her bra… I just couldn’t explain it, it was the way she moved and how her intoxicating femininity took away my breath with every sensual move! Just when she’d pushed her sweater high so that her breasts (or at least her bra) was about to come into view, she slid her hand underneath, causing her sweater to slide down her arm almost completely and cover back up what she’d exposed. In exchange however, she moved her hand towards her left breast and gently started squeezing it under her sweater. Giving my dick a small tug once in a while, I kept myself hard and horny as I enjoyed the show she was putting on.

As she kept her eyes on my penis and I kept mine on her chest, the awkwardness slowly faded, making room for even more excitement. Hannah started caressing and squeezing both breasts, frequently gently jiggling them for my amusement. When she felt ready, she moved her hand from under her sweater and started pushing it upward again, this time not stopping – just slowing down to a teasing pace; as soon as she reached her bra – a black one with semi-transparent cups and white flowers on the bottom half – I lost all control; I couldn’t hold back any longer!

My hand quickly gave a few quick pulls on my dick, causing it to erupt immediately; somewhat taken by surprise myself, I quickly looked down and saw several long powerful ropes gushing out my pulsating dick. The fact of watching my own ejaculation from up close – as well as knowing damn well what kind of mess I had to be making – gave me an extra boost and caused me to spew even more thick strands of cum all over the place; while some of it landed on my hands and lower arms, her bed caught most of it… I couldn’t bear to look at her until I was completely empty.

When I eventually looked up, Hannah was covering her cell phone with her hand and was staring down at the mess I had made on her bed, her mouth opened wide in shock… when she noticed me looking at her, she gave a stern stare and whispered in an – obviously fake – outraged tone of voice:”OH MY GOD!”

I got up off the bed as quickly as I could and zipping up my jeans, I whispered:”Sorry, I’ll clean it all up!”

Keeping her hand on her cell and her eyes on the bed, she whispered – an ever so small smile appearing on her face:”My god, I can’t believe you actually did that… this is worse than the pillow!”

I looked at the bed and realized she was right; I had sprayed cum on an area roughly 1/3 of her bed.

Impressed by the amount of cum myself, I whispered:”Wow…”

She playfully slapped my arm and said, while fighting her own smile:”It’s not funny; my bed is drenched!!!”

I took out my hanky and started cleaning up my cum, but pretty soon it wouldn’t absorb anymore; I looked at Hannah, who had resumed talking to her class mate while keeping a close eye on me, and asked her:”Got any hankies?”

Clearly convinced that I’d never get it all, she pointed towards the dresser.

As I opened the top drawer, I saw nothing but underwear: panties and bra’s in different colors, thongs and pantyhose… Having noticed that I opened the wrong drawer, she quickly covered her phone again and whispered:”THE OTHER DRAWER!”

I chuckled and closed her underwear drawer; although she did her best to give me an angry look, she couldn’t keep a straight face. n the other drawer I found hankies, next to her jewelry and other accessories. After taking out two of them, I resumed cleaning up and rubbing dry her bedspread to the best of my abilities. When I was done, I dropped the used hankies on the floor and signaled her that everything was clean now. She made a face that said:”Yeah right!” as she smiled and continued providing her class mate with information on her calculus notes.

Not knowing what to do now, I drew her attention and whispered:”Do you want some privacy? So you can… masturbate.”

She quickly covered her cell again and said:”Eeew, with her on the phone? Are you crazy?”

“So hang up already!” I whispered.

“I can’t, she’s been sick for weeks and she can’t read the notes I sent her!”

Not wanting to force the matter, I sat down on the bed again, making sure to avoid the area with cum stains.

Pretty soon, Hannah started browsing through some books again, as the subject of the questions changed from calculus to contemporary history. I noticed a science fiction novel laying on her nightstand, so to pass the time, I started reading it. It seemed that for every question Hannah answered, her class mate had two more; after about an hour of non-stop talking and explaining, Hannah turned her chair towards me and sighed deeply with fatigue and irritation. “Done?” I asked

“I wish.” Hannah answered. “She’s looking for my chemistry notes.”

As I continued reading, Hannah whispered:”I am sorry ’bout this.”

“Hey no problem, if she needs help she needs help… it’s not her fault she’s been sick, right!” I reassured her.

“I just hope you’re not too bored.”

“Don’t worry, I am never bored when I’m up here with you.” I assured her.

A mischievous smile formed on her lips as she said:” I should think so… considering what you did to my bed a little while ago.”

“Thanks for being so cool about it!” I said with gratitude.

“Hey, we both knew where it was heading; besides, it’s only cum right?”

Half joking, half serious I pretended to undo my jeans and said:”Oh, if that’s how you feel!”

We laughed, but then she said, in her most sensual voice:”Jerk off anywhere you want… and spray wherever you like!”

I looked at her dumbfounded.

“How’s that for being cool?” she smiled provocatively.

“Really?” I asked, like a child getting not one, but two presents from Santa.

She smiled at my reaction and said:”Just not on my books!”

We exchanged a wicked grin, after which I started looking around for possible targets.

I got up and as her eyes followed me around, I made my way to her dresser, where I opened her underwear drawer again. Unbuttoning my jeans, I looked her straight in the eye and realized that taking out my dick in front of her was no longer an issue; after all, she’d already seen it, heck she’d even seen me spray one of my biggest loads ever!

I slid my hand down my briefs, slowly took out my dick and started masturbating over her open drawer.

“Make sure you leave me something clean, will ya… I don’t wanna go commando tomorrow morning!” she giggled.

Smiling to myself at the chance I was presented with here, I said:”Maybe you should commando now, just to be sure!”

Surprised, she looked at me, honestly not understanding what I meant.

“I’ll trade you this entire drawer for the underwear you’ve got on…”

Realizing what I was proposing, she laughed and said:”Yeah right, like that’s going to happen!”

“Okay, I am sure you’ll be able to explain to your mom why there’s cum on each and every one of your panties and bras!” I replied, causing her to give me a dirty look as she considered her options.

Just then her class mate returned to the phone; Hannah told her to call her back in ten minutes. She put down the phone, laid it down on her desk and said:”Fine, but close that drawer and don’t open it again!”

“Deal” I responded as I closed the drawer and turned towards her.

She looked at it for a second, then said:”Stay here, I’ll be right back.” and walked out of the room.

A little over a minute later, she came back in, still fully dressed but holding something in her closed left hand; although I had a very good idea what is was, I anxiously stared at it as I tugged my dick a few times.

Then, holding them open between her two thumbs, she presented her black cotton panties she’d just taken off; she threw them against my chest and said, with a smile:”There go you, you little perv… happy now?”

As I was holding her warm panties against my chest, I casually said:”Weren’t there bra’s in that drawer as well?”

Unable to fight a full fledged chuckle, she said:”You little shit!”

She walked back out…

As soon as the door was closed, the fingers of my left hand started exploring her panties and quickly found an even warmer, slightly moist area. My right hand began moving faster up and down my rock hard shaft and I realized I wasn’t going to last much longer. Acting on instinct from here on out, I brought her panties to my face and took a deep breath, my fist now a blur on my dick. As soon as the first molecule of her scent entered my nostril, I dropped to my knees and pressed her panties even deeper in my face; the cum spurted from my throbbing dick as the rest of my body violently convulsed over and over again… it was as if her intoxicating scent itself was rushing through my veins, electrifying every fiber of my being!

I was still on my knees, dick in hand, when she came back in; her mouth fell open in shock and disbelief!

She stopped dead in her tracks, looked at the fresh cum on the floor and then at her panties, still being stuffed under my nose and exclaimed, more surprised than irritated:”You’re smelling them?”

Feeling slightly embarrassed, I dropped her panties and got up.

“Is that why you wanted me to take my bra off? So you could cum all over the floor behind my back?” she asked slightly irritated, hinting on the fact she would have preferred to see me cum.

I got up, threw her panties on the bed and whispered:”I am sorry, I was just overwhelmed by your scent!”

She looked at me even more annoyed, threw her bra on the bed and walked right passed me, heading for her desk. Looking back, I could have kicked myself for saying something that ambiguous in this a fragile situation. I stopped her from picking up her cell by grabbing her hand and said:”Hang on, give me a few seconds to find the right words, will ya!”

She crossed her arms, tilted her pelvis to the right and looked at me with one eyebrow raised, waiting for my explanation.

In retrospect, this was one of my finest moments… how I found the right words under that kind of pressure, I’ll never understand. “I am sorry for what I said about your… scent, I meant no disrespect, quite the contrary in fact. These last few encounters of ours have been a dream come true; nevertheless, I have obviously offended you and for that I apologize. I am just new at all this… and I’ve never been very articulate when it comes to gorgeous, sexy girls!”

Her face lit up as she lowered her arms and shyly accepted my apology.

“It’s okay, just a misunderstanding that’s all… forget about it!” she said.

With this mini crisis over with, I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was still half naked. As I started to pull up my jeans and briefs, Hannah gave me a little peck on the cheek, smiled at my embarrassment and whispered:”You’re cute!” as she went back to her desk, picking up her phone.

Quickly buttoning up my jeans, I stepped forward and surprised her by gently pressing my lips against hers. After a quick peck, I pulled back for a second and looked in her eyes; when I saw that she wasn’t too reluctant, I leaned in for another kiss, holding my lips on hers for a few seconds longer. Just when I was about to break the kiss again, Hannah slightly opened her mouth and started kissing me back; gradually our kiss become more passionate and more intense; I don’t know why but we suddenly started tilting our heads in opposite ways – probably something the both of us had remembered from tv – exploring each other’s lips in every possible inclination and angle. Next, I gently put my arms around her and started caressing her backside through her sweater; a few seconds she placed her hands on my lower back, softly dragging her nails up and down my backside. After a while – I completely lost track of time – Hannah opened her mouth a little more and for the first time I felt her tongue against my lips. I waited a few seconds longer, wanting to make sure that it was deliberate on her part, before bringing my tongue into play as well.

It was a bit clumsy and awkward at first, but pretty soon we were exchanging a full-fledged French-kiss!

Caught up in the moment, I slid my hands under her sweater and started running my fingertips over her bare back as well; her body reacted by producing goose bumps all over… I could tell by her little moans and her heavy breathing that she was getting very aroused. Figuring the time was right, I started moving my hands to the front, heading for her boobs… When she realized what I was up to – I was so close I could almost touch them – she gently broke the kiss, smiled and whispered in a sweet and sensual voice, her lips barely two centimeters from mine:”Hey, hands off the merchandise mister!”

As my hands returned to her back, she closed her eyes again and pressed her lips against mine. Then, Hannah’s cell rang…

She gently pushed me away and sighed, as she covered her face with both hands for a second, clearly annoyed and frustrated with the timing of the phone call:”I need to answer it… I promised.” she said, lowering her hands and looking at me.

Disappointed I nodded and stepped back; as I continued dressing, she could see I was very horny and said:”I’ll make it up to you… tell you what, you go downstairs and make yourself comfortable on the couch, watch some tv or something; I’ll finish up as soon as I can and then I’ll come and join you!” she grinned wickedly and clearly aroused. Intrigued by her proposal, I nodded and walked out the room as she answered her phone. On my way down, I couldn’t help but wonder what she talking about when she said she was going to make it up to me; I was getting pretty worked up, thinking about the last time she had taken initiative; the outhouse… her foot… what was she up to this time?

When I came downstairs, I talked to our moms, who were playing scrabble in the dining room, for a few minutes. After the chitchat, I sat down on the couch and started watching some tv, flicking through the channels one by one. Twenty minutes later our moms started another game of Scrabble and there was still no Hannah to be seen… I told myself that whatever she had in mind, it would be worth the wait and so I kept staring aimlessly at the tv. Another ten minutes later, she walked into the living room and smiled at me, walking past me on her way to the dining room. After briefing her mom about the phone call, she came back to the living room and sat down next to me, watching Miami Vice with me. I glanced at her, wondering when she’d make her move, but she looked at me and asked:”Mind if I…” as she leaned away from me, stretching out on the couch and putting her feet on my lap.

“Go ahead.” I said, uncertain where she was going with this.

“Thanks.” she said as she stuffed a pillow under her head and turned to watch the tv.

Suddenly she pulled up her left foot and took off her sock with her right hand. Then, using the same hand, she took of her other sock and threw both of them across the room, on the floor. About thirty seconds later – still without taking her eyes off the screen – she started wriggling her arms around in her sweater, pulling them out the sleeves and then pushing her sweater over her head, exposing her black bra, which she had apparently put back on for the occasion. I felt my dick twitch as she rolled her sweater into a ball and threw it across the room as well, right next to her socks. Taking slightly longer this time, no doubt to tease me, she didn’t move again for nearly three minutes. Her hands slid down to her jeans and she started fumbling with the zipper and button. Moving as little as possible and still not looking away from the tv, she started pushing down her jeans. I felt my dick grow to full size in just a few seconds…

Lifting her butt and pulling up her legs when necessary, but moving no other parts of her body, she slowly took off her jeans while I was sitting right there, underneath her… apparently, she’d also put her panties back on, so she just lay there with nothing but her bra and panties on. I leered at her gorgeous body as I quickly undid my jeans and took out my huge dick, stroking it. Hannah no doubt felt what I was doing, but – following the pattern she’d established – kept looking at the tv, while she rolled up her jeans and threw them as far as she could with just one hand… the rush of seeing her take her clothes off while laying on the same couch, combined with the knowledge that our moms were in the very next room, made me so horny that I could literally feel my heart thunder in my chest!

My mom could see the back of my head from where she was sitting, for crying out loud!

I didn’t expect Hannah to go any further than this, so when she gently rolled onto her side a few minutes later and started fumbling with the clasp of her bra with both hands, I knew it wasn’t over… I immediately gripped the base of my dick and squeezed, not wanting to cum too soon: I was determined to see this little spectacle of hers all the way through! She unclasped it and slid the straps down over her shoulders; then she paused and got on her back, turning her head sideways so she could still pretend to be watching tv; she now only needed to push the cups down to expose her breasts, but for nearly three minutes, that little tease kept me waiting.

And then suddenly, she yanked her bra completely off, throwing it across the room in one fluent motion. Her breasts were beautiful; off course I had nothing to compare them to – except porn actresses – but the fact that the mere sight of them made my balls contract was all the justification I needed to label them as ‘perfect’. As I stared at her two firm, round breasts, I noticed how hard her nipples were, making me want to touch them even more, but I refrained as I didn’t know if she wanted me to or not… besides, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to control myself once I started down that road! Her chest was heaving and I could see her body tremble with lust; again I glanced back at our moms, who were still completely oblivious as to what was going on ten feet from their Scrabble-board… if either of them decided to get up and walk towards the living room, there was no way in hell that Hannah would be able to reach her clothes, let alone put them back on in time.

No doubt it was precisely this knowledge which had motivated Hannah up until now and was about to make her take off her last piece of clothing. Again she made me wait, only increasing out mutual discomfort and anxiety. On regular intervals I peeled my eyes off of Hannah’s gorgeous body to check on our ‘oblivious audience’.

My dick started to ache; I could feel the blood pumping in my shaft, making me throb in anticipation of what was promising to be an extremely powerful orgasm… finally, after about four minutes, she lifted her butt off of my lap and slid her hands down to her panties. She hooked her thumbs in them and slowly – agonizing slowly – started pushing them off. I actually had to let go of my dick or I would have cum instantly, but even like this I was unable to contain myself… when her panties were only a few centimeters down and the first pubic hairs became visible, my body wouldn’t be denied an orgasm any longer and initiated the final stimulus required to make me cum: I grabbed my shaft and started jerking off in a frenzy as I whispered:”Oh my god…”

Hannah quickly pulled her panties back up and moved her hands out of my line of fire, as she – for the first time since she had started her little performance – turned away from the tv and lustfully watched the cum blast from dick, smiling at how horny she’d gotten me. As I sprayed my load on her panties and her upper thighs, I looked at her exposed boobs and her gorgeous face. When our eyes met, she gave me a naughty smile and squirmed with lust, wearing nothing but her black panties; it was one of sexiest things I’d ever seen. She waited patiently for my orgasm to be over, before whispering:”Now, if you will excuse me; I’m going to need some privacy myself.” as she sat up. Never losing her elegance, she slid off the couch and crawled over to where she had thrown her clothes, presenting me with a gorgeous view of her tight little ass swaying left to right as she made her way across the room. She gathered her clothes and crawled back towards the couch, where she put her sweater and jeans back on, not bothering with her bra or her socks. Once sufficiently clothed, she got up – pretending to be getting up from sitting on the couch – and walked out the living room, smiling at me as we both knew what she’d be doing up there; damn, how I wanted to be there and watch her do all the things I had pictured her doing so many times in my fantasies!

I cleaned off my dick with a hanky and put it back in my pants, as inconspicuously as possible, as I tried to focus on the rest of the ‘Miami Vice’-episode, but I spent more time fantasizing about what was happening upstairs. Did she have her clothes on or did she take them all off, was she thinking of me and did she want me to be there as much as I longed to be there? In what position was she sitting/laying and were exactly were her hands right at this moment? A little over twenty minutes later, I noticed that our moms had finished their game. When my mom said that we’re leaving, Hannah’s mom asked where her daughter was.

“Still on the phone.” I lied.

“Well, you’d better go get her, so she can say goodbye.” she replied.

I nodded casually and headed for the door, thinking of how I was going to get out of this one; I mean, what were my options here? Go and knocking on her door, letting her mom call her down, call her on her cell?

All these options would surely interrupt whatever she was doing, most likely getting her pissed at me. No, the only acceptable option was to stall for time and give Hannah a chance to finish what she was doing. So, after walking up the stairs and waiting by her door for a minute, I went back down and said that she was in the middle of explaining something important and that she’d be down as soon as possible. Determined and desperate to keep our moms occupied for as long as I could, I engaged them in some small talk – buying Hannah another few minutes.

Not sure that this would be enough, I sighed in relief when I heard the living room door open.

Surprised to find the three of us standing at the dining room table talking, she quickly realized that I was leaving. “Finally finished?” her mom asked.

A look of shock appeared on Hannah’s face as she didn’t know her mom was referring to the phone call.

Wanting to save her from further embarrassment, I quickly added:”Longest phone call in the history of the world!”

Catching on, Hannah looked me in the eye and said:”Yes, I am all done!”

Fighting a smile over the ambiguity of her statement, I leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek. We said goodbye and left for home.

Several days later. I had just come home from college and was in my room watching porn on my computer when I suddenly heard the front door buzzer. After mom answered it, she said:”Honey, Hannah and her mom are here!” Excited about this unexpected visit, I quickly rearranged my clothes and headed for the living room, where the three of them were talking. Hannah and her mom were still in their coats, which meant unfortunately that they weren’t staying; they just stopped by to borrow our Teppanyaki, as they had a little get-together the next day. Under her open coat, Hannah was wearing a knee length purple dress, brown tights and black ring sandals. After greeting both of them, I casually looked Hannah up and and down a few times, whispering:”I like your outfit!”

She smiled and as she took a step in my direction, putting more distance between us and our moms, she whispered:”I wanna take it off and make you cum… right now!”

Surprised at her candor, I whispered:”My god, you’re making me so hard!”

“That’s a start… go to your room, kneel down and start without me; I’ll be there shortly to help you finish.” she whispered. Now packing an enormous erection, I excused myself as inconspicuously as possible and nearly ran to my room; once there, I pulled down my jeans and briefs and knelt down in the middle of my room, facing the door. After jerking for about a minute or so, I suddenly heard Hannah’s mom shout out:”Don’t be long, the next bus is in 7 minutes.”

Knowing Hannah was actually on her way, I felt my dick thickening and throbbing in anticipation. About five seconds later she walked into my room and sneered as she saw me sitting there. Barely a meter in my room, she took off her coat and dropped it on the floor; before her coat hit the floor, she took the hem of her dress with both hands and pulled it up over her head, letting it drop on the floor as well. As she reached back with one hand to undo the clasp of her bra, she started to push down her tights with the other. Watching her take her clothes off at this speed was unbelievable erotic and arousing; I was wanking like a mad man, practically drooling over her quick-paced striptease… only a few seconds later she had unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. At the same time she used both hands to wriggle out of her pantyhose, stepping out of them one leg at time, and pushed off her sandals. This was all too much for me; I felt my balls contract as the rest of my body started convulsing; recognizing the state I was in, Hannah smiled and walked towards me, wearing nothing but her panties anymore! As my orgasm exploded deep within me, Hannah squatted down – her arms resting on her knees, hands folded in front of her – and whispered, in a teasing tone: “So, are you going to cum or do I need to take my panties off as well?”

I clenched my eyes shut and climaxed, whispering:”Goooddd yessss!”

When I opened my eyes again and looked at her, she was gawking at my cum-spewing dick and smiling widely. She noticed me staring at her and, smiling kind of shyly, gently ran her hand through my hair. Her touch, especially in these circumstances, sent powerful shivers up my spine, making me convulse and groan all over again. Seconds later, Hannah’s mom called out:”Let’s go Hannah, the bus won’t wait!”

Hannah called out:”Coming mom!”

However, she didn’t move a muscle and remained squatted by my side for another twenty seconds, running her hand through my hair ever so gently while she watched me staring at her up and down, my eyes carefully studying every beautiful curve on her body. My mind still clouded by the aftermath of my orgasm, I leaned in for a kiss; Hannah quickly leaned in as well. Our mouth were practically touching, when Hannah’s mom yelled out again:”Hannah!”

Hannah and I were brutally brought back to reality and jumped up. As I pulled up my pants, Hannah – not bothering with her bra – quickly put on her dress and coat. Then, in a perfect example of body and hand coordination, pulled up her tights, each leg in one swift motion and stepped into her sandals, wiggling her feet into them as she whispered:”Enjoy the bra…” and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. As I watched her make the final clothing adjustments to her outfit and walk into the hallway, I kicked her bra under my bed and followed her. Heading towards our moms who were waiting at the front door, Hannah surprised me by saying:”Remember, it’s a loan, so I’ll be wanting it back when you’re done with it.”

When she reached the door, she turned around and – out of sight of both our moms – opened her coat far enough, so that I could see her hard nipples poke through the fabric of her dress.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be done with it by Friday.”

Covering up her nipples with her coat again, she said:”Well, if you’re bored with this one… I’ve got more at home.”

“Cool, thanks.” I said, fighting a smile.

Hannah’s mom looked at her watch again and said:”Time to go Hannah.”

We said goodbye and as I leaned towards Hannah to give her a peck on the cheek, I gently slid my hand in her coat and gently flicked her left nipple, making her open her mouth in a playful outrage… not wanting to be outdone by me, she quickly put her hand against my crotch and used three fingers to gently squeeze me. Already leaning back by the time I realized what she was doing, I lost my window of opportunity to do anything else. Hannah and her mom left and after saying a few quick words to my mom, I returned to my room and grabbed the bra from under the bed. As I sniffed it, I couldn’t help but smile and think of all the fun I was going to have with this piece of clothing…