Tennis Camp Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – Tennis Camp Ch. 03 by Strawberry_2051,Strawberry_2051
Chapter 3: Becky

I made it back to the house first. Will had the music going, and he was settled in the recliner drinking a beer. When Jeannie and the girls came in I noticed how they looked at me: Jeannie smiled, Becky looked at me wide-eyed then looked away, and Elle avoided looking in my direction at all.

Becky, the dynamo, was the first to speak up, “Will, dance with me.” Good ole Will got out of his comfortable drinking chair to dance a fast dance with Becky. Tom happened to walk into the room about that time, and Jeannie faced him smiling. He smiled too, but it was more of a leer because he was looking right at her braless tits, and she seemed to enjoy the attention. Elle walked up to Tom, and he tore his eyes away from Jeannie to dance with his girlfriend. Jeannie looked over at me and shrugged, so I approached her and we danced.

These pairings were pretty consistent for the next hour, with beer and snack breaks and occasional joking around. Jeannie was drinking a little more than usual, and she could be a little aggressive when she drank too much. But that didn’t keep me from planning on the possibility of Jeannie and I getting together after the party to finish what we had started. Then Jeannie had to comment to me that she thought Tom looked hot tonight, and I had to comment that he was a shit lately. We were slow dancing, and Jeannie leaned back from me saying, “Do I sense a little jealousy?” I knew I was in trouble, because Jeannie liked to torture you if she saw that you were vulnerable.

Jeannie slowly pulled away from me, went over to where Tom and Elle were slow dancing, and asked to break in. The two didn’t know what else to do, so they said OK. Jeannie began dancing with Tom, smiling at me over his shoulder. That girl could be a real joker, but sometimes she got to me. Elle and I just stood on the living room carpet, watching Jeannie and Tom dance. The ever alert Becky whispered to Will, and he hurried over to Elle asking her to dance. Meanwhile Becky came over to dance with me. I interrupted my focus on Jeannie and commented to Becky that it was sweet of her to smooth over that little awkward situation.

Another slow dance followed, and I continued dancing with Becky while I was keenly aware that Jeannie and Tom were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Elle didn’t look any happier than I was. Then I began to notice that Becky felt real good up next to me. Her bosom was against my chest the entire time, and occasionally our thighs would brush together. On top of that, she was a good dancer, and seemed to be relaxed and comfortable in my arms. I said, “Where did a little girl like you learn to dance so well?” She kind of hesitated over the little girl comment, but just said thanks for the complement.

Elle had had enough. She stopped at the end of the dance and sat on the couch, while shooting a dirty look over at the deserving Tom. Tom responded by excusing himself with Jeannie, and sitting on the couch next to Elle. Jeannie went to the kitchen for beer without even glancing toward me.

When Jeannie came back into the room, she went over to the couch and sat on the other side of Tom from Elle. When Tom and Elle turned to look at her in surprise, Jeannie gave Tom one of the beers. Then Jeannie finally looked over at me and gave me an exaggerated insincere smile.

Damn, what did I do to piss her off? Even Will looked shocked at Jeannie’s behavior with Tom. Everyone in the room was standing open-mouthed looking at Jeannie, and she just had that defiant shit eating grin on her face.

After what seemed like a long period of tension in the room, I could see Becky moving toward me. It was clear to me that she was going to try to smooth out the situation as usual. Everyone turned to Becky as she said to me, “Would you come into the next room with me? I want to ask you a few questions about tennis at the college level.”

Is that her idea of calming down a tense situation? There were no next rooms except for bedrooms. Now everyone was looking at Becky, and she didn’t wait for me to reply. Becky just grabbed my hand and started leading me into the room that was normally my bedroom. On the way, I turned my head toward Jeannie and gave her my most confused look. I could tell she was just as surprised as I was. She just smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and said something to Tom. The last thing I saw before Becky closed the door behind us was Jeannie placing her leg over Tom’s while they sat on the couch, with Elle looking on in total shock.

I turned to Becky, “I don’t think I’m drunk enough to understand what’s going on out there.”

Becky was angry with Jeannie, “Oh, you understand. Jeannie’s feeling guilty about her boyfriend and she’s taking it out on you. But it’s OK for her to jack you around. She has a boyfriend and you have no claim to her. What I have a problem with is that it’s wrong for her to throw herself at Elle’s boyfriend. Elle and I have admired and loved her, and now she’s hurting Elle’s feelings on purpose.”

It took me a minute to digest those concepts. Then I asked Becky, “And how did the two of us going in here help that situation?”

“Because she likes you, even if she does have a boyfriend. I figured she deserves to see what if feels like. The bitch!”

OK, that sort of made sense. At least it made more sense than what Jeannie was up to. “So now what do we do?”

“Well, I really do want you to talk with me about college tennis. And of course we have to be able to at least say we kissed, if we’re going to make her jealous.”

I recalled overhearing her innocent question earlier, asking what it was like to kiss me. Obviously Becky had some sort of innocent little crush on me! I should have realized it when I yelled at her one time for not trying harder to get a drop shot. I probably was a little harsh, but she looked up at me wide-eyed and burst into tears. She just stood there with her dog-ear hair style and tears pouring off her cheeks like water. I felt like an idiot trying to console her while eight tennis courts stopped play to see what kind of an animal I was.

So now I was faced with a little bit of a dilemma. I needed to handle this teenage crush thing properly, and not insult her or hurt her feelings. I looked at her in her tight fitting shorts and top, and my penis gave me a little twitch. She did look pretty good for a kid, so maybe I could even give her a kiss to remember, and get a little thrill for myself at the same time.

I said, “I see what you mean. And we need to have a kiss anyway, as a kind of goodbye kiss for the summer and your hard work at the camp. Let’s dance a little bit to get past this tension in the room, do our kiss, and then we can talk about tennis.” Becky seemed happy with that plan.

The music was loud enough to come through the door, so we awkwardly got together for a slow dance. This time, I was more focused on Becky than when we had danced earlier. She was a good height for me, and our bodies fit together well. And when I say our bodies fit together, I mean we danced a lot closer than we had when everyone was around. Our thighs rubbed together, and our hips touched. And those breasts of hers felt like firm foam rubber, except a lot better. I leaned over her to bury my face on her neck at her hairline, and then I took a nice long breath. She made subtle movements that made our bodies mesh even closer.

My hands were at her hips, and I was amazed at how thin she was through the mid-section. I found myself exploring her midriff and the small of her back with my hands. She commented, “That feels good.” Slowly, I was getting the beginnings of an erection, not enough for her to notice, but enough for me to almost ignore that she was a kid. With some degree of guilt, I let my hands go lower from the small of her back to the top of her buttocks. She followed my lead with her hands on the top of my butt.

The song ended and I figured the moment was right. I would do my best to make this a romantic moment for her. I raised my hands to her upper back while I moved my face around to hers. She was waiting for me, and I lowered my lips to hers. Wow! This was no first kiss for this girl! She tilted her head backward with eyes closed, and her lips were relaxed and slightly open. She had apparently licked her lips just before we kissed, and the unexpected moist sensation made my head spin. I had not intended to do anything more than a smack of the lips, but I automatically extended my tongue slightly to feel her lips, and she met my tongue with hers.

We both were hugging tighter that we had while dancing. Now our hips were pressed into each other, and now she almost certainly could tell I was getting an erection. Her hands were still at the top of my butt, and she pulled me tight to her. My arms were under hers, with my hands on her upper back. I moved them under her arms until I could just feel the swell of her breasts.

We stayed locked together like this for another full minute. Finally I broke off the kiss, and met foreheads with her. We looked into each others eyes as I said, “That’s one hell of a kiss for a little girl.”

She kept eye contact while she slowly pulled away from me, and then viciously punched me right in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of me! I stood there with my mouth open, trying to breathe. She tossed her head making her dog-ear haircut bounce as she gritted her teeth, “I’m sick of people telling me I’m a little girl. I am NOT a little girl! Does this look like a little girl to you?” She said this as she pointed to her tight top containing her sizable bosom. I would have liked to say that she had a good point, but I was still waiting for the return of my breathing first.

“Awww. Is the big shot tennis player all out of breath because a little girl punched him in the stomach? Well you deserved it. In fact you deserve it again.” She was winding up to hit me again, so I kind of reached out and grabbed her. I turned her around so she couldn’t hit me, and found my self with my crotch grinding against her nice round bottom.

We struggled a little as my breathing returned. I was able to manage a whisper, “I take it back. You’re not a little girl.” I proved that I meant it by shoving my new boner against her backside. She hesitated and then giggled, “I believe you mean it.”

Jeannie had said that I didn’t think very well when I had a boner. Well I guess she was right, because this girl was starting to seem very appealing to me. I was still holding her from behind, and I slowly released her while brushing my hands over the front of her thighs. She just stayed in place without objecting, so I ran my hands up her sides until I could feel the beginning swell of her breasts again. I turned her around and kissed her, with my hands on her hips. I pulled her to me and ground myself against her, while she ran her fingers into my hair and pulled my face to hers.

We French kissed as I caressed her slim midriff. I hadn’t really done anything too bad yet with this girl, but I just had to get my hands on that tight ass. I reached around and cupped her bottom, pulling her up to my aching hardon, saying, “I really do mean it. You’re not a little girl.”

We both laughed and kissed some more. I reached over to the wall switch and turned out the lights, then guided her in the dark over to the bed. We sat on the bed and laid back, then I rolled over on top of her, between her legs. I could tell this shocked her a little bit, but we still had our clothes on, so it couldn’t be too bad. I kissed her some more, as I got my hands under her bottom. I just had to continue feeling those two round firm buttocks. Gripping her butt, I pulled her against me, and pressed my crotch directly against hers.

I lowered one hand to her bare thigh just above her knee, and encountered incredibly smooth skin. I asked, “Am I scaring you?” She said, “No… Well maybe a little bit.” I backed off, and said, “Anything you and I do together should be fun for both of us. I am enjoying this time with you no matter what we do, so please let me know if I start to scare you.” I felt safe making this statement, since I planned to stop before things got too serious. That way she would have a memorable event with me, and I wouldn’t have to feel too guilty about sexual activity with a little girl….I mean young woman.

I rolled her over on top of me so that she might feel more control over the situation. As we rolled, I spread my legs and she came between them on top of me. One advantage of this position was that I could continue to stroke her very nice, very round buttocks. I couldn’t believe I had never noticed her rear before, however, it was understandable because she always wore oversized tennis outfits for comfort and performance.

I managed to pull her up to the point that my penis was wedged between her thighs, and pushing slightly up against her vagina. Except for the kissing, she had not said or done anything that might communicate she liked what was going on. But then I felt a very slight bearing down of her pelvis against my penis. That little action brought me to a full boner.

I ran my hands under her top to glory in her middle section some more. I continued with my hands by moving them across her hipbones to her front, and then down to her shorts covered thighs. I continued this circular motion for a while: back of her thighs, up over her buttocks, bare skin of her back, around to her firm bare stomach, and down to her thighs. The only response I got was another push of her vagina onto the tip of my penis through our shorts. Of course I liked that response.

Then Becky did something, she placed her legs outside of mine. She obviously liked the feel of penis against pussy. She pushed down onto the head of my penis again, and I finally got the message that this girl wants to grind our genitals together through our clothes, the classic “dry hump”. Well I could always use a good dry hump, so I slowly gripped her buttocks and pushed into her.

I could tell she liked this, because she responded in time to my movements. My shorts were a thin polyester, and my underwear was lost under the couch, so I could feel things pretty well with my penis. Her tennis shorts were thicker, but after a little work, I could sense where her pelvic bone was and where that glorious vagina was. I just pushed away and hoped it would begin to feel even better. Meanwhile she was pushing back, and occasionally rearing up off of me so that we were just connected by our groins.

I started looking for more skin to touch, so I ran my hands further up the back of her snug but stretchy top. That slim back and ribcage felt wonderful. I stroked up her bare back, and over her bra strap, then around to feel the beginning swell of her breasts. At the same time, we continued a steady pace of humping against each other through our shorts.

This was a little further along than I had originally planned for Becky. I meant to do just enough with her that she would have a nice romantic memory of the older guy at camp that she had a crush on. This may have gotten past romantic, and on to passionate. I rationalized it by thinking that we had clothes on, and that in a way, I was probably just teaching her a few useful things.

While my intellect was busy coming up with excuses, another part of my brain was greedy for the feel of more skin. I reached between our bodies and pulled both of our shirts up, so that we could feel each others’ stomachs. This slowed Becky down, and I could tell she was a little worried about what I was up to. I was careful not to touch her breasts, but in the dark, I did pull her top up above her bra.

When she laid back down on me, bare stomach against bare stomach, I think she understood why I did that. Because man, I know I understood. Her skin was very warm and very smooth, and it made my breathing accelerate. And with her top raised up high, I could feel her bosom on my chest, even though it was through a bra.

We got back into our rhythm on the dry humping, and it felt even better with the addition of more skin. Every now and then, I imagined that I could feel the opening of her vagina through her shorts. She would still rear her torso up occasionally, but now she would kind of pull up her pelvis too, so that my penis would lift up off of my stomach still centered in her groin.

We were both constantly lifting our shirts back up each time they would fall down, until one time I got a little impatient with my shirt, and used both arms to pull it over my head. In the darkness, I did not see that she did the same thing with her top. When she came back down on top of me alarm bells went off in my head. This felt an awful lot like being naked, with a little girl wearing dog-ear pony tails. The alarms were also going off in the other part of my brain that said this felt like being naked, and that was a good thing. The first part of my brain worked hard to justify this: we were still in clothes, no important body parts were exposed, OK so far. The second part of my brain said, ‘That works for me.’

We resumed the position with enthusiasm. Becky had now worked her hands around to my butt to get even better leverage to push against me. My poor penis was getting a real workout. I was stroking her back and butt with abandon, and when I placed my hands under her arms to just barely feel the beginnings of her breasts, sometimes I would feel a little more than just the swell, and she didn’t seem to mind.

At one point we slowed down a little to catch our breaths, and Becky said, “I’ve never done this dry hump thing before. Thanks for showing me, this is fantastic.” I told her that if this was her first experience with this, she was a natural talent. Then without thinking I said, “It would be even more fun if your shorts were made of thinner material.”

She hesitated, and then rolled off of me. In the darkness, I could not tell what she was up to. When she got back on me again, and spread her legs either side of me, the world had changed. Becky had taken off her tennis shorts, and she was only wearing her bra and panties. When my hands fell back on her, they made contact with her buttocks, and there was only a thin pair of panties over her skin. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, as they immediately went under the waistband of her panties and cupped her naked buttocks. Becky stopped all motion, and I just kneaded her bare bottom until someone told me to stop. But no one told me to stop.

After a while, Becky slowly resumed our game of dry humping, but this game had entered a new level. Her panties were very thin and so were my shorts. I could definitely detect with my penis the opening of her vagina, and I could even feel dampness. I was as hot as a firecracker.

Becky was a little hesitant at first with all of the new sensations, but she definitely knew how to dry hump now, and it didn’t take her long to get the movements going again, but with more urgency now from both of us. I was out of control and I knew it. My hands were freely massaging her buttocks as she enthusiastically rode me. And I gradually began to move my hands lower. I could tell she was aware that I was making a move, but she seemed to be waiting to see what it was. I got my fingers down past the crack of her ass and encountered wisps of hair and her wet vagina.

Becky seriously flinched at this and stopped all movement. I realized I had gotten greedy and said, “This is getting a little hot, let’s rest a minute”, and she quickly agreed. We just laid there with her on top of me, and my hands off of her. My mind re-created the feeling of the quick touching of her vagina. What impressed me was the texture of the moisture. It was like water, not particularly juicy or slick, but like water. It reminded me of when I saw her cry, and her tears were like water.

I rolled onto my side, and she fell to her back. We were both breathing heavily. I began to kiss her affectionately. The excuses were flying through my brain: if there had been light in the room I would have been reminded of who I was with and I wouldn’t have gone this far; we are both still wearing some clothes; the darkness is kind of like clothes since we cannot really see each other. These were some pretty pitiful excuses.

I let my hand rest on her bare stomach as I spoke, “I’m sorry if that was too much for you. I really only intended to kiss you a little bit. But somehow in this darkness I got a little carried away.”

“Could it be that it is dawning on you that I am a woman, and not a little girl?”

My hand started moving across her stomach, “You have a good point there. And certainly you’re a woman here in the dark.”

“Watch out with comments like that! I’m a woman in the light and in the dark.”

I let my hand follow the outside of her hip, down across her panties to the outside of her thigh, “Please don’t hit me again. I know you’re a woman, and the rest of my body certainly knows you’re a woman.”

“Did you really enjoy that? It wasn’t too frustrating for you?”

Her knee was bent and above her other leg. I traced my fingertips across her bent knee and inside her thigh all the way up to her panties. She took in a quick breath as I traced my fingers along her panty line as if I was headed for her vagina, then moved back to the outside of her hip, and said, “Oh don’t worry about me. That was actually pretty fantastic.”

“Tell me what you liked about it.”

I let my hand travel across her stomach headed for her far breast. She tensed up as I reached the fabric of her bra, then I moved my fingertips to the point just between her breasts. I moved my hand upward, feeling the swell of both breasts, and moved on to caress her neck. I kissed her waiting lips, with my hand on her neck, and then, “I loved that you were so sweet to try and smooth over the rest of the group’s conflicts.”

I moved my hand back down, but this time I grazed my fingertips directly across her far breast. Her heels jerked up off the mattress and fell back again in surprise. “I loved that you brought me in here, not because it will help the situation out there, but because this made it a night to remember.” She sighed in appreciation of that comment.

I dragged my fingertips down to her belly button, casually exploring the depths. Then I lightly moved down over her panties, almost to her opening. She took in a breath in anticipation. At this point I turned the path to her near thigh which was laying flat on the bed. “I loved that you would not let me get away with considering you a little girl.”

I kissed her deeply and she kissed me back. I moved my hand up the inside of her thigh until it touched the crotch of her panties. She flinched slightly, but then opened her thighs a little, “I love the way you look, once I began to see you as a woman.”

I circled my hand around her opening, being careful not to touch her clitoris. Then I moved my hand back up her stomach to her bra, and I lightly ran my hand over both breasts. Her chest rose and fell swiftly with the sensation. I began to knead her breasts through her bra, “I love that you have very round breasts and buttocks.”

With my other arm I rolled her slightly toward me, then reached around to unclasp her bra in the back. She was a little hesitant and awkward at helping me take the bra off of her shoulders. I set it aside, and brought my fingers across her back to rest on her bosom, “In fact, I love that your breasts not only don’t sag, they seem to defy gravity.”

Her nipple hardened as I worked the smooth warm flesh, and I kissed her again, making sure to have my chest touch her bare tits, “I love that you are a relaxed and willing kisser.”

I moved my hand down her stomach to her panties, but this time I let my fingers go inside the elastic. I moved my hand over toward one leg, feeling wispy hair in the process. She moved her thighs even further apart, and I placed my fingertips on her clitoris. I began to slowly stroke her clitoris, marveling again at the wetness that felt like water. She moved her hips up and down in time with my finger movements, then she tensed up and arched her body upward, “Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh!”

I asked, “What was that?”

“I had an orgasm.”

“Do you realize that’s very quick?”

“Yes, I have an easy time having an orgasm. Is that bad?”

“Not at all. The rest of the women on the planet would envy you.”

My hand was still at her clitoris, but I had stopped moving my fingers. She moved her crotch up toward me hinting for more activity. I decided to try for the G-spot, “I love that you have an easy orgasm.”

I moved my fingers down and inserted my middle finger in her vagina. I only tried to insert the one finger, her opening was almost non-existent she was so tight. She had plenty of moisture, but I had to search around to verify that I had the right spot. She groaned as I slipped one finger into her vagina, “I love that you have a very tight vagina.”

“I do?”

“Yes sweet thing, you do, and it is very exciting.”

I began the search for the G-spot. I finally found what was the best candidate, “Is this your G-spot?”

“I don’t know, but maybe. It feels a lot better when you touch it than when I do.”

I started to stroke the spot, and she said, “You know, I think that might be it, because it’s beginning to feel pretty good.”

She started to move her hips up and down, and I just worked the G-spot. It was still a very tight fit for even the one finger, and I did not even attempt to go any further in than that.

I stroked her G-spot a couple of minutes, when she did something that surprised me. She casually reached over and touched my penis through my thin shorts. I continued stroking her, as she explored the outline of my penis. With that, I rolled onto my back, unfastening the shorts and took them off. When I turned back to Becky, she was more than ready to continue her exploration of my penis.

I started to try and get back to her G-spot at the same time, but it was tough the way our bodies were positioned. Becky rolled toward me and placed the head of my penis at her panty clad vagina.

I let out a long groan, allowing a few seconds for the rest of my resolve to leave. I rolled over on top of her and between her legs. She still had my penis in her hand, with the head positioned at her vagina. We began to dry hump, but this time, the only thing between us was her thin underwear. I could feel the dampness and even the shape of her opening. I was swimming in the feel of her naked legs and torso. My chest was on top of her very comfortable breasts. I kissed her passionately, and I lowered my mouth to a breast, licking the nipple.

Becky seemed to enjoy all of this, but she was really intent on the dry humping, as she had been before, except that this time it wasn’t very dry. Her panties were soaked, and it felt like the head of my penis was touching skin. She had her arms up under mine, and her hands were gripping the top of my shoulders. She was using this grip to push and pull me as I pushed against her panty clad opening.

I reached down with both hands to hold onto her butt. I reached into the panties and gripped both round bare buttocks. Her moisture had made it to the bottom of her crack, and again I was impressed with how watery it felt to run my hands over her ass. I reached down, hoping to reach her vagina from behind, while my penis was pressing against it from the front.

With all of the activity down there, one leg of her panties started to creep to one side. I could tell from her movements that she knew it, and wondered if I knew she was partially exposed to the head of my penis. She kept pushing against me, and I kept pushing back and kneading her bare buttocks.

The crotch of the panties had moved aside enough that my penis was now against her bare opening. We both stopped the frantic thrusting, as I slowly pressed. The blood was pounding in my skull. I pulled on her ass and pushed at her wet opening. I still could not get in, but I sensed a fraction of an inch of progress inward. We both knew I was close to getting in.

I pulled her ass cheeks apart, and pushed again. This time the head of my penis penetrated, but there was still a lot of resistance, and it was very tight down there.

Becky said, almost to herself, “I’m scared.”

I realized she had quit her movements, and I was the only one pushing. I backed away so that the head of my penis was still against her opening, but without pressure. I kissed her affectionately, but she was tense. I said, “Don’t worry sweet thing. We’ll stop right here.” As my body screamed in torment, I scooted lower, resting my face on her stomach and hugging her hips. When my physical needs calmed down some, I moved over to the side of her and lay on my back. I placed an arm under her head and far shoulder, and curled her to me. She cuddled up to my side as I kissed her on the forehead. She rested her head on my shoulder, and placed her top knee over my thigh.

Becky said, “I’m sorry, but this is about a hundred times more than I have ever done before.” We were both still breathing pretty hard, but we were calming down.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. But to tell you the truth, I’m only sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way.” I said this as I lightly touched her face and stroked her hair.

She replied, “Well I don’t think so. I was very much participating until the end when I got scared. Thanks for understanding.” Becky leaned her head upward, kissing me. At the same time, her tits pushed up against the side of my torso, her moist panty clad pussy touched my thigh, and her knee touched my still throbbing erection.

Becky hesitated when she felt my hard penis, and I could sense her thinking about it. She reached over and lightly touched my chest, ran her fingers down to touch my thighs, and then brought them up to explore my erection. She gently felt me for a couple of minutes, mostly investigating the penis and testicles, and surrounding areas. It did not seem to occur to her that a handjob might be nice, and I was considering teaching her.

I was lightly running my hand over her back as she was doing her research on my penis. At some point I let my fingernails drag across the skin on her back. She immediately bowed her back toward my fingernails, and slowed down her attention to my genitals. In response, I dragged the nails a little harder across her back, and she moaned in pleasure. This was new to me, she seemed to be getting sensual pleasure from a back scratch.

She lost interest in me as I hugged her to my side and began to really work on her back scratch. In the darkness, her tits were up against me, and it occurred to me that I would like to see them in the light sometime. The only piece of clothing remaining between the two of us were her panties. Meanwhile she was really enjoying the back scratch, curling up to me with her entire body including her crotch against my thigh. With both hands, I lowered my scratching to her bottom, and she seemed to like that too. Her hand returned to lightly stroking my penis.

I gently rolled her onto her back, and started to lightly scratch across her collar bone area to the top swell of her breasts. Down below, I was looking for some place to press my hardon, so I pushed against the side of her hip. Meanwhile, I scratched my fingernails across her trim stomach, and she flinched, so I moved on to scratch her legs and thighs, which she seemed to like better.

In the process of my pushing my groin against her, she rolled up her hip, and I was able to press my erection into her nice round bottom. I pressed a couple of times, and she pressed back against me with her panty clad buttock. Then with her butt toward me, she draped a leg over me and pressed her genital area toward me.

I didn’t need much encouragement. From the back, it took my penis a few thrusts to find the wet spot on her panties, and when it did she groaned and pushed back against me.

I was sort of on my side facing her, and she was basically on her back but with her hip rolled up so that I could thrust toward her vagina from behind. I forgot all about the scratching and started stroking her breasts, which seemed larger and more erect each time I felt them. She was into the dry humping again, just from a different direction, and she was enthusiastic. Her leg was still resting on me, but she was able to reach over to my hip to pull on me as I pushed.

I lowered my hand from her breast and placed it inside her panties. It was invigorating to feel the sparse hair around her vagina. I went straight for her nice and wet clitoris, while we continued our rhythm of pumping against each other. I stroked for about 60 seconds when she started humping against me hard and fast, and then stiffened with, “Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh!”

We slowed a little bit, but she seemed to want to keep on. Sometime near her orgasm, her underwear had moved over again, and my penis was near her bare pussy opening. We pushed very lightly against each other, enjoying the sensation.

I think Becky could tell that this position gave her pretty good control over how we progressed, she could just roll her hip one way or the other. She was very wet, like water of course, and she gently pushed a little harder against me. The head of my penis went past her opening!

What a tight and hot pussy! I just braced myself without trying to get further, hoping she wanted more. We stayed still with the head of my dick just inside her pussy opening for what seemed like a long time. Then she moved away so that my penis was just barely touching, and pushed back against me again.

This time, the head went in plus a little more. The inside of her vagina was not only warm, but it was hot. I began to lightly stroke her groin area from her front side, as we both prepared for another push. This time I did more than just hold still, I pulled back a fraction of an inch, and then very slowly eased back in to about the same depth, just barely inside that tight channel. This seemed to be good enough for her, and we started a very slow cadence of going in and out, but only just barely inside her.

I began to stroke her clitoris again. She was physically hot, and pushing against me without going deeper. As I stroked her clitoris some more, I could tell she was becoming aware of both sensations, the penis at her vagina and the stroking of her clitoris. Incredibly, she began to ramp up for another orgasm, while we continued going slightly in and out.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh!” But this time, instead of stiffening up she pushed back against me and I went a little deeper. She didn’t miss a beat. We still went in and out, but to a new depth, which still was not very deep at all. But it was deep enough to feel real good to me, and apparently to her too.

Without saying anything, she suddenly rolled away from me, dislodging my penis. She reached down and pulled her panties off down her legs. Then she reached over to me and pulled me on top of her and between her legs. Her legs spread open to almost a full split, giving me full access to her dripping vagina. I moved into position, lowering my chest to her full bosom, and kissing her.

The head of my penis went straight to the target, and I pressed just slightly against her opening. I knew the going would be a little easier this time, and it was. My penis slid in slowly and fairly easily, but not any further than before. Becky let out a long loud moan of pleasure. I could already feel my testicles churning for release, but at least I knew I wouldn’t lose it until I was all the way in, which might not happen in her case.

She was still very tight, but the good news was that it felt incredibly good. I withdrew to just inside her opening, and pushed slowly in again. This time Becky had her hands on my ass encouraging me. I began an in and out routine in this position, and Becky was responding to me by pulling with her hands and pushing her vagina toward me. I had my hands up under her buttocks, pulling them apart as I went in each time. I noticed that her buttocks were very wet, and her legs were still spread wide apart in a split.

Eventually we started getting me slightly deeper. I began to realize that she did not want to stop at this point just inside her opening, she wanted me all the way in. I pumped a few more times to the same depth, and then with each stroke I went slightly deeper, while she pulled and pushed.

I kissed Becky and said, “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to last very long like this.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m new at this, so I won’t know the difference.”

This girl had a good sense of humor. With that I started to go in, and even though it was tight, I was getting there. Becky continued to push against me, and with a few hip thrusts more I was close. I was close to getting in, but I was also close to losing all control. Becky started going, “Oh, oh, oh…” with each thrust. Then everything came together. I slid the rest of the way in as my balls churned semen up into her. I pulled hard on her butt, and I clenched my own butt to get as deep as possible.

“Oh, oh, oo, oo … God DAMN THAT HURTS! GET OFF OF MEEEEE!” She shoved me down and tensed up with her hands at her crotch, “SHIT, SHIT, SHEEEIT!!” I was confused at first, and I continued to ejaculate on the two of us as my body and emotions adjusted to the change. Then my brain cleared enough that I remembered this is her first time to have sex and of course it caused her pain. After a bit she began to calm down.

I came up beside her on the bed and tried to comfort her. She didn’t pay attention to me at first. But as the pain subsided, she scooted over to me and cuddled. After a while of breathing normally, she said, “Now I have proof that I’m not a little girl.”

That was funny, but I was careful about laughing until I heard her giggle in the darkness, and I joined her saying, “You proved it to me several times tonight.”

We kissed a little bit, and then she said she wanted to join the party. We got dressed in the dark, then turned the light back on. She showed me a bright red spot of blood on her panties before placing them in her purse. I never had seen her without clothes. We each went to the adjoining bathroom and freshened up.

As we prepared to go back to the party, I commented to Becky that as of tonight, she was the most special woman in my life. However, before we left the privacy of the bedroom I had an announcement for her. I stood on the bed as if I was on a stage, “By the powers vested in me, I attest and proclaim that Becky entered this room a girl, not a little girl, but a girl just the same. She will now leave the room a woman. She may not be a totally sexually satisfied woman, but a woman just the same.” Becky clapped her hands in appreciation, and I jumped down to open the door to the waiting party.