Suddenly Derek stopped, apparently coming to realize what he had just done and thinking about what that would entail. Kara had seemed like a nice girl thus far, and even though he thought she was beautiful and really did want to have his way with her, he (surprisingly) respected her enough to not want to force anything on her. He saw the frown forming on her lips and immediately thought he had done something wrong.
“I’m sorry-” he began, but was cut off by her hand finding its way around his waist and down his pants. He jumped, his mouth open as if he were about to gasp or offer a noise of protest, but nothing happened. Derek, the soon to be nineteen year old Decatur Vipers star football player, was simply incapable of being that shocked. Within moments, he was pulling Kara to him again, this time with a bit more force, and without objection from her. One of his firm hands went for her shoulder, over, and across her shoulder blade, the tip of his ring finger tracing straight down the middle of her back. Both of her hands had now found their way around his waist and under his shirt, and her fingers were exercising free reign over his entire torso.
Derek grunted softly, realizing that their clothing was becoming a bit of a burden as well as an unwanted obstacle. His hands were, by this time, under her tank top and roaming around her back, where he had found the clasp for her bra and was fiddling with it in an attempt to unhook it. He took a few steps toward the nearby gate around the track, eventually bumping Kara accidentally into it.
“I have a better idea,” he managed through heavy breaths, opening the gate with one hand and some difficulty and practically sending the two of them collapsing into one of the bleachers. They continued on their journey, the whole time fondling each other and threatening to leave random bits of clothing such as Kara’s bra and Derek’s shirt behind if they did not get to their destination quick enough.
Finally they found an opening in the metal jungle, and Kara took charge, maneuvering them through it since she knew the area so well. The cheerleaders often held taboo meetings underneath the Russtown bleachers, where they took part in such things as smoking and stripteases. Every once in a while a boy or two was present, but nothing serious ever occurred, at least not while Kara was there.
When they came to a spot large enough for both of them to fit comfortably, Derek leaned the both of them forward carefully, until Kara was reclined on the damp grass and Derek was straddling her. He immediately took to the task of removing his clothing, with help from Kara, or at least until he was topless. Getting her clothing off was a little more tedious, because as soon as Derek’s shirt was tossed to the side the black haired cheerleader had her lips and hands all over his hairless chest, letting her thumbs and forefingers graze his nipples while her tongue worked on the tiny valley between.
“You’ve gotta… let me…”
“Oh, sorry.”
She stopped for a moment, giggling and briefly embarrassed by her lustful display. Lifting her arms over her head, Kara’s thin top was then discarded onto the ground, and her bra followed soon after. As she lay there before him, Derek let his eyes trail over the perfect (in his eyes) hills on her chest. He bent over slowly, taking first the right peak into his mouth and sucking lightly. Kara had never felt anything so wonderful in her life. Her hands reached out and entangled themselves in his highlighted hair, keeping his mouth and lips firmly attached to her left breast. She pouted and huffed when he lifted his head, but not for long, because his tongue created a trail from one tit to the other, similarly lapping at her middle as she had just done to him.
During this time, Kara found that her hands had become bored again, and they explored, down Derek’s back until they found the waistline of his khaki cargo pants. She slipped a finger under the waist, then her entire palm, until it rested neatly against his right ass cheek. She squeezed lovingly, then allowed her hand to make its way back around to the front, still underneath the fabric. She started low, feeling her fingers brush against a small patch of hair that she was certain could only belong one place. Her left hand eagerly worked at the buttons at the front of Derek’s pants, and by now he had decided she was still covered in too many articles of clothing. His hands were sliding up underneath her skirt, shortly finding the top of her blue thong underwear and guiding the piece of cloth down her legs with ease.
She eventually succeeded at unbuttoning his pants, without much help from Derek, and immediately pushed the cargos and boxers down with one yank. She could feel what sprung out and bounced against her leg, but couldn’t see it. His dick was extremely warm, and her hand was wrapped around it in no time. Actually, Kara could barely get her fingers all the way around the piece of meat, and an astonished look crossed her face. Derek’s eyes were closed as her hand moved up and down his member, and he inserted a finger into Kara’s wet pussy.
While all of this was going on, scarcely a word was said between them. There were various moans and grunts of course, but up until now not one coherent phrase had been uttered since they had shucked Derek’s top.
“Derek…”
“Ungh… Oh… Y…Yes?”
“I… I want you… to fuck me…”
At this blatant display of passion and want, he paused briefly, his finger resting against the top of Kara’s pussy, thumb pressed against her clit. He had been in the process of fingering her, and from the moans, sighs, and increased pressure on his dick he could only assume she was enjoying it. Before long he had planned on tasting her.
“Are you-” her fingers tightened on his penis, pulling him toward her, “-sure?” He was obviously a little bit disappointed, having wanted to eat her out before he actually fucked her. But if this went well, maybe he would get a chance to do that at a later date. So far her skirt had not yet been shucked, and the way Kara was beckoning him to her Derek doubted it would go anywhere unless she or he ripped it off in the heat of passion. His green eyes met her blue ones, and she nodded. He pushed himself forward, planting a passionate kiss on her lips, his tongue dancing with hers. He situated her underneath him and spread her legs wide with his own, moving his arms underneath her palms up so he could hold her as he entered her pussy.
Positioning his large nine inch penis at her entrance, he thrust forward, trying to restrain himself and take it fairly slow. He didn’t have much luck, and about five inches of him was embedded in her with the first push. He was surprised by how tight she was, and became a bit worried when Kara’s back arched and she cried out. His body flinched along with hers, and Derek pulled his face back, giving her a concerned look. Then a thought hit him.
“Am I your first?”
She nodded. Immediately his motions became significantly gentler, and he stayed still for a few moments to allow her to adjust to his size. But God, she felt so good!
Kara felt a searing pain as soon as he entered her. She hadn’t wanted to tell him she was a virgin, but by the time he asked it would have been pretty stupid to lie, especially since he could probably tell he had just popped her cherry. The scream was involuntary, but she bit her lip to try and keep from making so much noise. It didn’t help. As soon as Derek knew he was her first, she could feel his whole physical being soften, as if she were fragile as glass and he was afraid she would break. The longer his long dick stayed immobile in her, however, the more she wanted him, now that she was used to it. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his backside, pulling him into her.
Derek wasn’t expecting her to take charge like that, but at least now he knew he wasn’t hurting her. With the invitation laid out, he gave one hard push and his entire length was now wrapped by her tight little pussy, and he began to thrust in and out, slowly at first. His balls tapped lightly against her ass cheeks, and Kara lifted her butt off the ground, affording him better leverage and filling her even more than before. It felt wonderful, to both of them, and Kara was certainly glad she had chosen Derek as her first encounter of the sexual kind.
They moved in unison, him filling her to the peak every time he pushed into her. Before long, Kara’s movements were becoming more frantic, and she pulled at him with all her might, fingers clawing at his back as sweat dripped from both of them. He loved the feel of her pussy walls clenched around his dick with every thrust, and was getting close to blowing his load. She was near orgasm as well, and the two of them kept their bodies as close as possible while the thrusts grew faster with each passing second. Moments before he knew he would come, Derek managed to whisper into her ear between grunts,
“I’m… cumming…”
He thought she would tell him to pull out and cum on her or something, but she never did. In fact, she only continued to hold him close inside her, and her legs were wrapped so tightly around him it would have been hard to pull out otherwise. She could feel him jerking slightly, and had an inkling as to what was about to happen. She wanted him to cum in her. Their bodies entwined in sexual heat and wet passion, Derek finally tensed and pushed his penis into her as far as it would go in one fell motion, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as warm semen spurted from his cock and into Kara’s waiting pussy. At nearly the same time, she threw her head back, screamed, “Dereeek!” and had an spasming orgasm of her own, cunt muscles pulling greedily at Derek’s cock as he filled her.
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