Ron and Irene Learn Together

An Erotic Story: Ron and Irene Learn Together. Author: firstimewonder. Shy young man and aggressive teen teach eachother. The story is including conent of Fantasy, First Time, Teen Male and Teen Female.

An Erotic Story: Ron and Irene Learn Together

Author: firstimewonder

I was a quiet young man who remained a virgin until well into my college years. Not that I wasn’t interested, it was just that I was a shy lad who had been raised on a farm in a very sheltered way. I was a respectful boy, who would not hurt anyone’s feelings intentionally. I had been raised to believe that nice girls don’t, and that they would respect boys who respected them. As I began my freshman year in a church related college, this situation seemed to be reinforced.

I still believed that nice girls did not even think about sex. About the time, I began my junior year; I began to realize that somehow all the other boys were having more success with the girls than I. Also, I began to understand that some of the girls lost interest in me after four or five dates when I had not become more aggressive. In fact, one girl treated me badly until I told her off, and demanded that she be more respectful. After that, she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off me.

Having begun to understand this strange sort of behavior on the part of girls, I determined to try to improve my style. The next opportunity was after I started dating Irene, who I was certain was a virgin having been raised in much the same manner as I. She was somewhat more outgoing than I, and even with my determination to be more aggressive I had trouble keeping up with her desires. I did not try to kiss her on the first date, as the strict code of the school was that good boys and girls didn’t do that. I could tell that I could have easily kissed her goodnight on the first date, but maintained the strict code. The second date was different! As soon as we got back to the car after the movie, we fell into a serious clinch. She didn’t even try to break for air, but kept pressing her lips to mine. I didn’t know about French kissing, but she apparently had some idea, as she kept slipping her tongue against my lips. I drove to the airport parking lot, where we continued to kiss and hug. Since her parents were quite strict, we necked for about 45 minutes then had to take her home.

As we dated, we kept it fairly straightforward, and basically followed the school code. Generally, we went to a movie, or to church, then a snack and some necking. A few times, I accidentally bumped her breast and watched for a reaction. There was none, not even a pull away. As we began kissing goodnight at her door, she would press her breasts and hips tight against me. I could feel her pubic bone against my rigid cock, but wasn’t astute enough to realize she was trying to feel my cock.

At the end of my junior year in school, Irene and I along with two of our friends and dates went to a local lake for a private School’s Out picnic. We arrived about noon, had a picnic lunch, then played various games in the afternoon, as well as taking several walks around the lake. Swimming was not permitted as the lake was strictly for water skiing.

After a while, the other guys and their dates split leaving Irene and me to make our own fun. It was broad daylight, and no privacy, so we had to be discreet. Still we were able to hug and neck for a while. Finally, it began to get dark so we got a little more daring. That was in the days where girls did not even think about being braless. Even so, her bra was fairly low cut, and I was able to sneak a look down the front of her blouse. I could see the separation between her breasts, and the sight excited me greatly. I had never seen bare breasts, not even in pictures, so the potential of seeing them was especially exciting.

The party broke and we began driving back to town. As I was driving, I had my arm around Irene, and she cuddled close. My hand was resting beside her breast on her right arm. She snuggled close, pressing tight to my side. I was stroking her arm when she began pressing my hand toward her breast with her arm. She was not overt, but there was no mistaking her intent. Slowly, I moved my hand over her breast, and began to rub it. She immediately cuddled closer, and sighed, so I began exploring her breast in earnest.

The more I massaged it, the more she sighed and cuddled close. We were driving slowly, but even so I could not give her the attention she seemed to be demanding, and I wanted to give. I turned off onto a country road, and drove a couple of miles. Shortly I found an approach to a farm field that had trees shielding the road. I drove in behind the trees and parked the car. After glancing around to be certain we were alone, I decided to get serious about this opportunity.

Irene had lain back on the seat somewhat, and I quickly followed her. Soon I was gently massaging both breasts, and kissing her at the same time. She held me in a tight bear hug, making it difficult for me to get at her breasts. I slipped one hand behind her back, and up under her blouse. She immediately leaned forward, and pulled her blouse down. I repeated this several times, always with the same result. She never verbally objected, and continued to snuggle close and return the kisses. It was somewhat warm in the car, so I suggested that we take our picnic blanket and lay on the soft grass outside. She agreed, so I got the blanket and spread it out. Irene lay back on the blanket, and in an instant I was beside her. The moon was so bright that you could almost read a book and I could see Irene’s face beaming with pleasure as I began stroking her breasts again.

She was a small girl with rather small breasts. In addition, as I found later, she was wearing a padded bra, so her breasts felt somewhat firm. Because of the padding, I was not able to feel her nipples. Indeed, I wasn’t really aware of how a nipple would feel like, let alone look like. I continued trying to slip my hand under her blouse, but each time, she pulled her blouse down. Finally, I realized that I was not going to get anywhere that way, so decided to try another approach.

I began telling her how pretty her breasts felt. This seemed to excite her, so I began kissing her neck, and slowly worked my way down to her chest. At the same time, I continued to stroke her breasts. With my free hand, I began to unbutton her blouse from the top down, being careful to keep her blouse between my hands and her bra. Slowly I worked my kisses lower and lower. At last, I was low enough that I could feel her breasts on either side of my cheeks. Then, I began moving toward one breast, kissing and blowing alternately. She began to quiver and sigh as she continued to stroke my back, and press her hips against my raging hard cock.

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I decided it was time to move on, so I began to slip my tongue under her bra. This time there was no resistance, instead she began pressing her breast up against my tongue. At the same time, I slipped my hand up to the under side of her bra, feeling her bare skin. She must have realized that her blouse was unbuttoned, but this time made no effort to pull it back around her. I began to slip my hand up under her bra.

“Wait a minute,” she said pulling away.

My heart sank as I thought I had gone too fast and it was all over. But no, she sat up, slipped her blouse over her shoulders and smiled at me.

“I better not get my blouse too wrinkled, or there will be questions.”

With that, she took it off and laid it aside. In the moonlight, I could see her look of excitement as I reached out and began tracing the outline of her bra.

“OH, Irene, you look so pretty and your breasts feel pretty too.”

“I’m glad you like them,” she whispered grinding her hips against me.

“Do they look as pretty as they feel?” I asked as innocently as I could.

She smiled and slowly unhooked her bra. I reached out and took it off her arms, laying it on her blouse. I was speechless! Here was a beautiful girl, naked from the waist up sitting in front of me waiting for my next move. I knew I would have to be careful not to spoil the moment. Slowly, I took her in my arms, and kissed her tenderly. She snuggled close and sighed contentedly. I slipped my hand between us and gently explored her breast with my hand. She lay back on the blanket, and I lay beside her.

I continued to stroke her breasts, filled with wonder at their softness. I gently squeezed her nipples between my finger and thumb. This seemed to excite her even more. Once again, I began kissing her neck, and worked my way down to her breasts. At last, I placed my mouth over a nipple and began to suck. At that instant, she went rigid. My heart skipped a beat thinking that I had gone too far, but no, she snuggled close, and clenched my hair in her hands. For several minutes, I kissed and sucked her nipple, going from one to the other. After a while, I sat up.

“What’s wrong, do you want to stop?” asked Irene in a disappointed tone of voice.

“No, I want to feel your breasts against my bare chest.”

She didn’t answer, so I took my shirt off. Instantly, she hugged me, and snuggled close.

“I like feeling your breasts against me,” I murmured.

Her response was a soft little moan.

“Are your breasts always so soft and pretty?” I asked

“I guess, they are pretty much the same all the time, what made you ask that,” she said in a puzzled voice.

“I get bigger when we were kissing, and just wondered if you did too,” I replied.

She pulled back with a puzzled look on her face. By now, my raging hard on felt as if it was going to split. She had introduced me to her breasts with gently pressure on my hand, would it work in reverse? She had one hand lying on my hip, so I began wiggling around so that it would drop toward my cock. As it moved closer, I gently nudged her elbow so that her hand landed on my cock. At first, she just let it lay there, but then very gently, she began to feel it. I heard her breath suck in as she moved up toward the tip.