I tugged the zipper in the back of her dress down, slid the right strap of her sundress off her shoulder, and then the left. I watched as the material fell down to her waist, revealing the most perfect pair of breasts I’d ever seen. My hand lifted and I ran my knuckles along the side of her rounded flesh. I looked up to see what her reaction was, not wanting to go too fast.
Her eyes were looking down at my hand, so I moved it to the tight bud of her nipple to watch her reaction. Her lips parted and she sucked in a short breath. I rubbed first her right then her left nipple, tweaking them between my forefinger and thumb.
When I saw her cheeks begin to flush I lifted my hand to her mouth and traced her lips with my finger before pressing it inside her mouth. She sucked my digit and my cock throbbed, remembering how it felt to be the one being licked.
Ignoring what was happening behind my zipper, I slipped my finger from her mouth and rubbed it over her nipples, spreading the moisture across them.
“That feels good,” she breathed out in a whisper.
The words, the soft sound of her voice, all served to make me harder than I even knew I could get. I was at rigor mortis status. I could chop wood with this thing.
My fingers slid easily over her coated peaks, teasing them and pinching them. A soft whimper sounded from the back of her throat and I realized something. We’d done so much but I still hadn’t kissed the girl! That was about to change.
I cupped one of her breasts with my hand and the other wrapped around the back of her neck. I leaned forward and her eyes closed, I pressed my lips to hers as I massaged her full mound.
The moment our lips touched; I knew this was different. What we had was different. I had no clue how many girls I’d kissed in my life, but none of them had felt like this.
Our lips melted together, and our tongues intertwined. I wasn’t sure where I ended and she started.
And we’re just kissing!
But this wasn’t just a kiss. That was the thing. This was a religious experience. This was a drug. This was like ecstasy and Ayahuasca all wrapped up in one. It was transformative.
As we continued our mind-numbing kiss, she grabbed my hand and pushed it down between her legs. I did love a girl who took what she wanted. And, damn, the fact that she was this emboldened after having so little experience made it even sexier. I rubbed her damp panties and her hips rocked into my touch.
If we’d had all night, and I knew I’d last, then I would’ve drug the encounter out and taken her to release just like that. But I knew there was no way I was going to last much longer and, as much as I hated rushing it, I knew that I needed to speed things along.
Reluctantly, I lowered her back onto the thick blanket covering my truck bed and broke our kiss. She moaned in protest and tried to raise up, her eyes heavy lidded. “Don’t…stop…kissing.”
I had to smile because she was barely able to gasp out even those few words. That was exactly where I wanted her.
“Don’t worry, darlin’. I’m not gonna stop. I’m just going to kiss your other set of lips.” My forefinger traced her seam.
Her eyes were at half-mast as she gasped. “Oh.”
I made fast work of pulling her panties down and spreading her legs apart.
Her sex glistened with sweet juices under the moonlight. The sight had my dick trying to burst through my zipper like a racer through the finish line banner. It was painful at this point. But I didn’t dare adjust myself for fear that I would pop off the second I grazed it.
My hand ran up her inner thighs, sliding all the way until my thumbs met at her center. I trailed them up either side of her feminine folds, then each took a turn circling around her swollen pleasure button. The opening of her tight canal pulsed, and I knew she was close. Not wasting another second, I covered her core with an open mouth kiss.
She tasted so good, so sweet, as I ran my tongue up and down her sex, paying extra attention to the taut skin at the bottom. After only a few passes, her inner thighs began to shake, just like they had on the Ferris wheel, and that’s when I added my one-two punch. Using the tip of my hardened tongue, I flicked her clit as I continued intimately massaging the base of her pussy with my thumb.
The combo was a winning one. Within seconds she was coming apart. Her body trembled from the force and her fingers tightened their hold on my hair, holding me in place. I continued to lick her and tease her with my fingers until her hips rocked into my mouth one final time and her arms and legs relaxed.
I lifted my head and my heart expanded in my chest. She was lying on the blanket, hair spread out behind her, breasts totally exposed, her legs open revealing her well-kissed sex, and her raw vulnerability overwhelmed me.
If nothing else happened tonight, I’d be fine with this. I had never expected to feel what I was feeling about being the first person to touch Bella, and the fact that she wanted me to be her first sexual partner. I’d had a few girls in high school hand me their V-cards, but that was more because they didn’t want to be the last one in their group of friends to lose it, or they didn’t want to go to college a virgin.
But, in those situations, I’d never felt anything close to what I felt with Bella. I wasn’t proud of it, but I wasn’t even sure that I remembered all of their names. But this moment, this woman, was something I’d never forget.
Bella’s eyes fluttered open and she looked at me with a satisfied grin. “Wow, that was…that was…so good.”
“We don’t have to do anything else.” I didn’t want her to feel any pressure to go any further.
Would I probably end up in the hospital emergency room needing whatever treatment they gave to men who couldn’t get their erections to go down? Yes. But I’d still be fine with it.
“Oh…” Her eyes widened as she shook her head slowly. “You don’t want to…”
“No,” I quickly corrected. “I want to. Really bad. You don’t know how bad. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to.”
Her eyes softened again, and she licked her lips nervously. “I want to.”
Those might not be the words people were talking about when they referred to “three little words,” but they were now my favorite three little words.