When I opened the door and saw Rusty standing there I had to smile. He’d hunched his shoulders, put his hands in his pockets, and was looking nervously up and down the street, sometimes glancing at the faint shadow my dark nipples made through my tank top. Looking at him I decided that regardless of any rumors or what he told me about what happened to him on the playground last week I wanted to go all the way with him.
“Hey Rusty,” I said. “You know why you’re here?”
“No,” he mumbled.
“Well, come in,” I said.
He came in and shut the door. He leaned against it, still with his shoulders hunched and looking at his feet.
“Well you know my mom’s rules. Take off your shoes so you don’t track dirt all over her white carpet.”
He bent down and unzipped his boots but still just stood there with his hands in his pockets after he took them off.
“Follow me,” I told him. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I led him into my bedroom.
“Take off your socks,” I said. “I have a thing against socks without shoes.”
He did what I told him but then leaned against my wall afterward, again with his shoulders hunched and hands in his pockets.
“I asked you to come over because I want you to tell me exactly what happened between you and Stef last Saturday. Tell me the truth, and I’ll reward you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Take off your shirt.”
Again he did what I told him. I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed to turn him a little. I walked around him in the opposite direction ‘inspecting the goods.’ I’d never seen him without a shirt. He was in really good shape for just eighteen. He needed a little filling out but when he did, he’d look better than my older brother’s college friends. I wondered, looking at him and seeing him acting all nervous, how many girls he’d been with. Maybe it was just that I was a little older, like Stef, and he was worried that I’d do the same thing she did. I wasn’t going to embarrass him just to start a rumor. I’d left a few guys with blue balls and been called a cocktease more than once because I wasn’t an easy slut but this time I wanted everything and intended to get it.
“Would you like to sit on my bed?” I asked after I’d looked at him like a prize stallion. “It’d be more comfortable.”
He just shrugged.
“Ok now I’ll just tell you. Go sit on my bed.”
He shuffled the few steps and sat down on the very edge of my mattress, still with his hands in his pockets. I pushed his shoulder again, this time making him lie down.
“Scoot up there,” I said. “Give me room to sit.”
He finally took his hands out of his pockets and moved farther onto my bed. He lay on his back with his hands on his chest and his knees pulled up. I climbed up next to him but stayed on my knees instead of sitting. He kept looking at my tits and looking away.
“Now that we’re more comfortable, I’m going to ask you: what happened between you and Stef on the playground last week?”
“Nothin'”
“I don’t believe that. Give me your hand.”
He looked at me like he didn’t understand what I wanted. I took his left hand, raised it over his head and tied the end of a satin sash to it. The sash was already tied to my headboard. He looked at me again in shocked disbelief.
“I bet you’ve never been tied up before.”
He shook his head.
“Well I’m going to ask one more question. Did you cum all in your jeans last week when you felt Stef’s bare nipple get hard?”
“No.”
“Give me your other hand.”
He barely raised his right hand, still looking stunned. I grabbed it and tied the other end of the sash to it.
“Tell me the truth, Rusty. I’ll give you a reward for the truth. Did you really spurt in your jeans last week on the playground?”
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
“Yes,” he said, very quietly. His face turned at least three shades of red.
I took hold of the bottom of my tank top and pulled it over my head. “Look. Here’s your reward.”
He opened his eyes. When he saw my bare tits he inhaled a shaky breath, grabbed the sash tying him up, and squeezed his legs tight together.
“Do you want to touch them?” I asked.
He just whimpered in response.
“Well if you can’t answer then I’ll just have to take your jeans off you.”
He looked panicked when I reached down to try to unbutton his jeans. He pulled his legs up, making it more difficult for me to get to the button. His jeans were snug.
I stopped trying to reach his jean’s button and put my hands on my hips. I looked at him again. He was watching me like I was a hungry cat and he was a juicy mouse. I looked back at his body, braced my hands on the bed and slowly leaned down to flick my tongue on his stomach. He jerked away from me. I looked back at him and smiled.
“Have you never had a girl lick your belly before?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. His eyes were wide enough to almost show white.
I raised back up, placing a hand on his knee for balance. “Have you never seen a girl’s bare tits before?”
“No.”
“Before last week had you ever touched a girl’s bare tit before?”
“No.”
“Have you ever…fucked a girl?”
“No.” That was just a whisper.
“What did you and Stef do that day? Tell me everything.”
“Well, you know…we kissed and stuff.”
“Was she a very good kisser?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess? Had you never kissed a girl before?”
“No,” he said with a shrug.
“Would you like to kiss me?”
“I guess. If that’s what you want.”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to.”
I leaned down again, stopping with barely an inch between our lips. I looked into his eyes and saw that he was eager but extremely nervous. I closed my eyes then and touched my lips to his. Right away I could tell that he and Stef may have kissed, she hadn’t taught him anything. The kiss was sweet but very brief. I pulled back just enough to tell him, “Open your mouth some.”
I kissed him again, this time brushing my tongue against his lips. He drew back and looked at me, shocked.
“I know you’ve seen movies with people kissing,” I said. “I bet you’ve even watched a little porn.”
“Yeah,” he said, blushing again.
“So…you can use your tongue when we kiss. You’ll like it better.”
I leaned down again and kissed him with the amount of tongue I liked. He started with just a little tongue but after just a few seconds tried to push all of it into my mouth. I pulled back.
“Not quite so much,” I said. “Just use the same amount of tongue I do, ok?”
“Ok.”
I kissed him again; this time he was much better. I lightly bit his lip as I pulled back.
“Would you like to touch my tits?” I asked.
“If you want me to,” he said, still sounding unsure.
“Rusty, I’ll tell you again, and I want you to remember it this time, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want you to. Ok?”
“Ok.”
I raised up till my left breast almost touched his hand. I took hold of his hand, uncurled his fingers, and pressed my nipple into his palm. He inhaled a shaky breath and whimpered a little.
“Squeeze it some,” I said. “Pinch my nipple.”
He did what I told him, causing me to lean my head back and give a little moan. He didn’t need much instruction on how to play with tits, just a little encouragement. I leaned down for another kiss. My nipples brushed against his chest.
“Do you like the way my tits feel on your chest?” I asked.
“Yes.” he said, sounding a little strangled.
“Would you like me to untie you so you can play with both my tits?”
“Yes, please.”
I untied the sash from his wrists, then reached down to unbutton his jeans. He let me that time, raising his hips so I could pull them down (he wasn’t wearing any underwear) while he palmed my breasts. When he kicked his jeans off I raised up to just look at him. He kept his eyes on my nipples while I admired his body. Naked he looked older than eighteen. He was lightly muscled, with a well developed chest and the beginnings of a six pack. Even the college guys I’d been with didn’t have bodies this good.
While he was distracted by my boobs, I leaned down and flicked my tongue on the underside of the head of his cock. He reached out with both hands and grabbed my bottom sheet.
“Did you like that?” I asked.
He just nodded with little jerking nods. I smiled and did it again then wrapped my hand around the base, lifted it off his belly, and sucked as much into my mouth as I could. I heard him inhale and whimper at the same time. I couldn’t deep throat him. The last inch or so I had to keep my hand on so I wouldn’t choke; my fingers barely touched around the width. I bobbed my head up and down a few times then pulled back and slid off the bed.
“Would you like me to take off my skirt?” I asked. “I’m wearing a thong.”
“Sure,” he said, sounding a little breathless.
I smiled and turned so he had a good view of my ass. I pushed my skirt down and heard the now-familiar sound of him inhaling with a whimper. I turned back to see him still clutching the sheet and his cock twitching. I climbed back onto the bed.
“Give me your hand,” I told him.
He held out his right hand. I took it and scooted a little farther towards the end of the bed. I turned his hand palm up, spread my legs a little farther apart and put his hand directly on my pussy. I pressed the tip of his middle finger to the sweet spot at the bottom.
“I shave my pussy,” I said. “Would you like to put your finger inside me?”
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