As a stripling, I was never really the best looking guy. At age 15 I was 6'3"and had built up a fair amount of brawn tone from all the variation I played. I wasn't ugly, but nothing too peculiar. I had grown up with both male and female person supporter, and was comfortable around both. No one at school had really caught my tending in footing of dating lately. I wasn't a virgin, but I was by no means getting veritable action.
Around the commencement of yr 11, a girl named Jess transferred to our school. She was incredibly pretty, promiscuous to get along with, quite the tomboy, and had no problems getting physical with guy wire. She wasn't a virgin, but certainly didn't sleep around. She didn't really like the popular grouping, so started hanging around with me and a few of my friend. Soon everyone was after her, and who could pick her, she was about 5'4"had tenacious brown hair, a firm ass, and about a 32D size bra. She was instantly asked out by a flock of bozo, who she rejected. She was oblivious to how much she led Guy on, but surely knew the result she had on them.
At beginning, I didn't think much of her, I'd had female friends before, so it was no big deal, and her childlike behaviour that attracted so many to her, was a hit and miss on me. Nevertheless we soon became adept friends ; she knew she could trust me, and that I had no intention of trying to cop a feel like the other guy rope. She dated a few dissimilar guy rope, but the immaturity that made her suitable, made her almost impossible to date.

One day, I had a fight with my parents about working, and in their choler, kicked me out of the house. This was not unusual, as I lived in a boisterous area, this happened to many of us, and we often had to detain at our acquaintance houses for a while. Unfortunately, it was around the time of the schooling holidays, and many of my friends couldn't have me over. My school was not close to my planetary house, and I tried my best to keep my school and social life fall apart, but with no pick left, I asked Jess. She was more than glad to sustain me over, and soon, I made my way over to her daddy'sign.

As I arrived, I instantly noticed what our covering school day uniforms hid, a woman's'chassis. I had grown so accustomed to her acting like a child, that I had started to see her as one. Snapping out of my daze, we went into her topographic point, where she showed me to the invitee room. Tired, I slumped onto the bed, which resulted in her following me. At first I thought nothing of it, we lay together, just talking about this and that, but slowly, the conversation became more sex orientated, and we started talking about girls and bras. Nothing lots came of it, and eventually she left for her room for the night.

The next day, she had to rest at her mama'billet, where I met her later. We crashed on the couch, and began watching TV while we talked. It was quite frigidity, so we cuddled under the blankets. I don't know why, but I instinctively reached for her hand, feeling its fondness against mine. She gripped mine back, and we sat, lying against each other. After some time, and switching positions a few times, I found myself holding her thigh, quite low down. She didn't seem to notice. We sat like this for a while, until Jess decided to change posture again, leaning over me, and putting an cubitus in my lap, applying a small amount of pressure on my crotch. I assumed it was an fortuity, and tried to poke at her elbow, which only resulted in her putting my press on my stiffening cock. This caught me off guard, making me strain my fingerbreadth, grabbing her thigh. She continued pushing against my cock, which was growing firmly, as I slipped my digit through the leg of her jean shorts and rubbed her panty covered pussycat, making her shudder with joy. We continued for a while, until her mum entered, completely unaware of what was happening beneath the covering fire, and kicked us off the TV.

We went into her room, where we continued, until I started applying more pressure, until she began silently moaning as she closed her eyes. I undid her belt, sliding a hand down her boxershorts and continued her rubbing."I'm so gloomy"I whispered to her ; as she whispered back"Don't worry ”. Suddenly she stopped and said softly,"shit what are we doing, we're just friends."She was right, and I acknowledged this. I didn't know what had come over me. I moved onto my mattress on the floor, and we continued talking. It was weird, but we didn't palpate guilty at all, or regret anything. We kept talking about how we liked it, and pretty soon the coquettish sexual tension was getting stronger.

As we kept talking, she suddenly said"asshole, stupid silk pillows making me sore ”. That was breaking degree for me. Just knowing how turned on she was started driving me disturbed,"shit"I said"don't say stuff like that, ok, I already want you really badly already"At the admission of that fact, we were both gear up to rip into each other, but I didn't want her to do something she may regret."Let's just nurse hands for a bit"I proposed. She promptly agreed. This did not help things, our skin felt amazing touching together, and it only made us want each other Sir Thomas More."Fuck, this isn't helping"She said."I know right, you wanna… come down here and kiss ?"I said, not believing what I just asked."Sure"she replied, and joined me on the mattress. We began making out, our natural language'rolled over each other, driving our teenage hormone into overdrive. She suddenly got up and mounted me ; my hammer stood to tending as she grinded her pussy down into me. She kept doing this, as my helpless cock oozed more and more pre-cum."I can't bring it anymore"I admitted,"I need to take out my cock and cum."She dismounted me, and quickly pulled off her top, displaying her business firm young nipple. She reached down and pulled out my fully hard 6"cock, covered in pre-cum. She eyed it greedily, her eyes glued to the swollen-headed head of my throbbing stopcock. She reached down, running her hand over the head, almost sending me over the edge. She tightened her handle on the shaft, and ran her hand up and down the length of my cock, sending me to the edge. She then pulled my prick to her tits, running her finger over the tip of my rod, sending spurt after spurt of my strong cum all over her perky bosom. I then reached down ; pulling her shorts a side, and began rubbing her button, which had swollen. She bucked with pleasure as I began rubbing faster and faster, she was really close, as she suddenly arched her back, and bit her lip hard and she squeezed my handwriting into her snatch with her branch. We fell asleep in each early's implements of war, kissing each other passionately .