“I've, um...” She takes a deep breath and tries to quickly rattle off her list. “I've made out with a few guys before. Heavy petting with clothes on. Second base once or twice. But I've never touched a...penis, or let anyone touch me...down there. Or done anything naked.”
I tamp down a tiny flare of jealousy. It only makes sense that she'd have at least a little experience—a girl who looks like Gracie would have no shortage of male attention. And this date will go smoother if she's not totally na?ve. Why didn't she ever go further, though? Was nobody the right guy for her?
I decide to table that question for another time and focus on my task. “How about we just kiss for now?” I suggest. “Start simple and see where things go.”
Cheeks fully red now, she nods at me. I lean in...and it begins.
Just like last night, her mouth feels amazing, so soft and lush. I can already taste the hot nectar of the sweet wine on her breath. I can only imagine how the rest of her will feel and taste.
I lick at her vanilla-glossed lips, asking for permission, and she opens up with a barely audible sigh. My groin heats up and my core muscles relax and tense at the same time—a familiar sensation for a familiar dance. This is what I know best. Why was I stressing out before? With Gracie, even a simple kiss is heady, more exciting than any other woman I've known, but I'm still in my element. And I have a job to do.
She’s eager, that's for sure, but she doesn’t quite have the finer points down. Her lips open and close against mine almost randomly. Her tongue darts in and out, not sure where to find the happy medium between “timid” and “forceful.” I cup her chin and caress her tongue with mine, coaxing it into a slow, sensual dance instead of a game of hide-and-seek. I nip at her lower lip and hear her breath hitch. I teach her by example, and I'm pleased to find that she's a fast learner. In five minutes I'm rock-hard and she's almost panting.
I let my free hand fall to her heaving chest. I gently squeeze one perky tit through the dress, my cock twitching when the stiff peak of her nipple grazes my palm. She rewards me with a soft moan. Time to really get started. I reach around her neck for the halter top's tie and she immediately mumbles, “There's a hook under the bow.” I smirk a little; she's clearly ready to get this show on the road, and I'm all too happy to oblige.
The top of the dress falls down to reveal her naked chest. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra, because of the halter top and the way her breast fit into my hand—but fuck, it's a whole different deal seeing them in front of me. Gracie Oliver's tits, at long last. All my teenage fantasies come to life. They're perfect, creamy firm mounds topped by a cherry nipple, and I'm powerless to do anything but lean down for a taste.
She gasps aloud when my mouth closes around one peak. I quickly learn what draws the best noises out of her, and soon, her hips quiver against my stomach with every lick and suck. With one arm behind her back, I pull her closer to straddle me. I rub the heel of my free hand over her clothed crotch; she makes a swallowed noise of helpless eagerness. Wow, she's sensitive. Or maybe just pent up. Well, I'll take good care of that.
Looking up at her face, I reach down to caress her slim, smooth calf. She nods and I slip my hand further under her skirt, pushing aside the folds of cloth. Her hips quiver again when I stroke her inner thigh; she gasps again, even louder and more throaty this time, when I rub through her panties. The cotton slides easily over her *, soaking wet, and I can feel her heat right through the fabric.
“Are you ready?” I ask. Her body definitely is, but if she's going to get cold feet, now would be the most likely time.
Instead of the shy nod I expected, she pants, “Yes. I want you inside me.”
Fuck me running. What man could refuse that? Just the sound of Gracie's voice saying those words makes my cock throb. I stand up—as best I can with no blood left in my head—and take her hand, then lead her to the bedroom.
Not bothering to shut the door, I help her shimmy out of her dress. It pools on the floor and leaves her standing in only a pair of white cotton briefs. “Panties off,” I say, already drinking in the view. She's a goddess. Her body is even more perfect than I'd imagined. Every detail from her firm C-cups to her soft flat stomach, from the gentle curve of her hips and cute butt to her long, shapely legs.
After a minute of my admiration, she fidgets a little. “H-hey, this isn't fair. I'm naked and you still have all your clothes on.”
“We can do something about that. Undress me.”
Her lips part slightly in surprise. Maybe arousal, too. “Guys like that?”
“Sure they do. It shows them how much you want them.” Any idiot who's too insecure to let a hot girl undress him isn't a guy Gracie should bother with. And giving her control over this part of the process should help boost her confidence.