“I saw you grinding against him, you little slut! Don’t deny it!” Then, in a hushed tone Amanda added, “how did he feel? Is he big?”
Erin’s was speechless at Amanda’s accusation, but she couldn’t deny it. She had without a doubt been grinding against Peter and he did feel big, but she had no grounds for comparison. “But . . . but . . .” was all Erin could muster as a reply.
“C’mon Er – you’re 18 years old! Have a little fun for once in your life,” Amanda challenged as she opened the door. “Are you coming or not?”
Against her better judgment, Erin followed. Her head was spinning. She knew it was wrong – sneaking out, putting herself in a vulnerable situation with a blind date – but she went anyway. What Amanda said was true, she had to admit. Erin had always been a bore. She was accepted into college already, for heaven’s sakes! It was time to have fun . . . right?
The boys were standing by the car, waiting. Peter beamed at Erin, making her heart skip a beat. He opened the rear door and Erin took a deep breath and slid in, then he climbed in next to her. Bobby and Amanda sat in the front.
Amanda opened the glove compartment and pulled out a pint of Fireball. “Let’s party!” she cheered, taking a swig. She handed the bottle to Bobby who took a healthy gulp.
“Yeeeagh!” Bobby cried, his mouth burning as he passed the bottle back to Peter. Peter hesitated, holding the bottle like it was a stick of dynamite. He looked at Erin and saw an ashen look on her face. She was mortified, on the verge of tears. Peter realized that, like him, Erin was not wired for this kind of trouble. He felt a need to protect her.
Peter put the bottle down and looked at Erin with his most earnest expression. “You’re not OK with this, are you?” he asked sympathetically.
Erin shook her head, pleading at Peter with her eyes.
Peter nodded. “Hey guys,” he said as he handed the bottle back to Bobby. “We’re going to pass on the Fireball, OK?”
“What?” Bobby asked incredulously. Amanda rolled her eyes. “Fireball’s the bomb, man! You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Peter replied. “I think we’ll just say sober tonight. No big deal, right?” Peter made it clear the matter was not up for discussion.
“Whatever man,” Bobby replied, taking another swig and turning the radio on as Amanda slid tight next to him.
A huge wave of relief washed over Erin. Peter was so strong yet so sensitive, she thought. The way he understood her feelings, the way he stood up to Bobby and Amanda. It was like an aphrodisiac to her, even more so than pressing against him on the dance floor.
Peter put his arm around Erin and pulled her into him. Immediately he knew that turning down the drink was the right move. She trusted him now. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do when you’re with me. Ever.” Erin felt a wave of relaxation wash over her. Peter’s touch and his words made her feel safe.
Peter felt a wild desire for Erin. She was so smart and beautiful, yet so vulnerable. Plus, she was frisky. Peter gently grasped the back of Erin’s head and leaned in. Erin was ready, having some experience making out. Although nervous, she didn’t pull away when Peter brought his mouth to hers. Erin felt his tongue against her lips and she parted them, welcoming him into her mouth.
Peter tasted good. Erin loved the feel of his tongue and his arms wrapped around her. She moved closer, pressing their bodies together. Just like on the dance floor, Erin could feel her excitement building as they kissed.
Peter could sense Erin’s enthusiasm, and despite his tendency to take things slowly his hand began gradually crawling upward. Erin wasn’t sure she should let Peter feel her up so soon but decided not to stop him. She had allowed other boys to fondle her breasts before but never on the first date. Despite her fear, Erin was dying to feel his hands on her. Her nipples were aching with desire.
Erin moved her arms to his shoulders, giving him room to explore. Peter read her movement clearly and raised his right hand to her left breast. He gently caressed her through the fabric of her top, squeezing and rubbing, his fingers toying with her nipple through her shirt and bra. Waves of nervous anticipation buzzed through her. Her panties were getting wetter. Never had any boy excited her so much. Something about Peter was different, or maybe it was her that was different this time? Erin emitted a soft, contented purr.
Sensing Erin’s passion, Peter began undressing her. He knew he was moving fast and feared she might put a stop to things, but when she simply held his head and kissed him hungrily he undid one button after another until her shirt was undone, then he peeled it open and slipped his hand inside. Erin knew she was behaving dangerously with a boy she didn’t know at all, but she couldn’t make herself stop him. If felt too good. Peter found the clasp of her bra and after two tries managed to unhook it. His hand wandered over her breasts, holding them, squeezing gently and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Erin kissed him harder, her tongue fluttering in his mouth as he massaged her naked tits.
* * *
In the front seat Bobby and Amanda were kissing frantically, spit drooling down their chins. Bobby already had her shirt off and was groping her tits, twisting her nipples, making Amanda moan out loud. Amanda dropped her hand into Bobby’s lap. She found his bulge and rubbed it, then pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants. Bobby’s hands were all over Amanda’s chest as she fisted his cock, jerking him and reaching down to play with his balls. The front seat was a frantic blur of hands and moans.
* * *
Erin wondered how far Amanda and Bobby would go with her and Peter in the car. She was scared, but the danger only seemed to excite her more. When Peter began to kiss his way down her neck she gasped out loud. Peter knew he was going fast, but her kisses were intoxicating and her breasts were the most wonderful things he had ever laid his hands on. He wanted more. He gently slid her blouse off her shoulders along with her bra, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. When Erin didn’t object he turned his full attention to her magnificent tits, delighting in their firm, full shape and hard pink nipples. He massaged them lovingly, gently twisting her little nubs as his lips continued down her smooth neck.
Erin knew what he was going to do. Only one boy had ever tried to kiss her breasts before and he did not succeed. Erin had panicked and abruptly aborted that clumsy make out session, but this time was different. Even though she knew it was wrong she didn’t want him to stop. It felt too good, and Amanda’s words kept echoing in her head. Have a little fun for once in your life! Plus, Peter told her she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to do – all she had to do was say “no.”
Erin’s body tingled as her breasts were kissed for the first time. It was magical. Peter’s mouth wandered across her chest, licking and kissing the smooth orbs. Erin was in heaven, Peter’s mouth bringing her to new levels of pleasure.
Erin’s tits were simply delicious. Peter moved from one to the other, licking and kissing, sucking her nipples, holding one while his mouth worked the other. Erin cradled his head, astounded at how much she enjoyed his attentions. Her body was on fire from her neck down to her loins. She realized her panties were soaked.
* * *
In the front seat, Amanda lowered her head to Bobby’s lap. She loved to suck cock. She swabbed the head with her tongue until it was dripping wet, then plunged down, taking almost his entire length in one smooth gulp. Amanda made sure to be especially noisy, slurping and moaning around Bobby’s meat in her mouth, making sure that Erin could hear the sounds of their sex.
Oh, Fuck!” Bobby groaned. Amanda was an experienced cocksucker and knew had to make a man go wild. She pulled back and sucked him deep again, rubbing his balls and bobbing her head on his shaft. Blowing Bobby in the front seat of the car, with her friends in back, set Amanda on fire. She slid a hand between her legs, circling her clit with her fingers. Within moments, Amanda brought herself to a gushing orgasm, squealing and moaning loudly around Bobby’s cock in her mouth, shuddering in pleasure.
When her climax subsided Amanda pulled her head up and took Bobby’s wet rod in her hand. “Move over!” she demanded, pulling Bobby to the middle of the seat.
* * *
Erin was scared. She wasn’t sure but had a pretty good idea of what Amanda was doing with Bobby. Peter would likely be hoping for the same thing, but that was out of the question. Erin was a virgin and planned to stay that way until marriage. Still, she didn’t want to disappoint him.
As Peter devoted himself to her breasts and Bobby groaned in the front seat, Erin worried how she was going to reciprocate. She had heard about “blue balls” and didn’t want to displease her date. She realized Peter would be wanting release somehow. Would a hand job be OK? Erin had never even done that. The farthest she had gone was rubbing her last boyfriend through his pants. It was the same night he tried to bring his mouth to her chest. It had all been too much, too fast, and Erin made him take her home. That was their last date.
Peter’s insides were blazing now, and despite his better judgment he dropped a hand to Erin’s thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. Erin shut her eyes tight. She knew she should stop him but she just couldn’t. It felt too good. Before he moved his hand higher he whispered in her ear.
“I want to touch you,” he cooed. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
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