Bridget lies there, atop the bed, scribbling in her notebook. She’s focused on her task. So much so you wouldn’t expect the turmoil raging through me. Alas, we can’t all be so calm and collected.
Even now, my heart pounds in my chest, and I swallow a lump in my throat. There’s nothing in the world that could settle my nerves. How does she do it?
That is but one of the many, many questions bouncing around in my head as I stare at her backside. I can’t get enough of it, of her. The girl really has quite the ass on her.
The navy skirt of her uniform sits, hiked up around her waist, thus leaving every last inch of her butt on display. It’s all there, out in the open for me to ogle.
She has a nice, round shape. The words plump and juicy come to mind. Why, just the sight of her soft, supple flesh stirs a certain desire within me. Would it be weird if I bit her ass? I don’t, of course; that would be weird, but I can’t say I’m not tempted.
Such self-control doesn’t mean I stop myself from doing other things. No, there’s no world in which I could stare at an ass like this and not at least touch it a little.
That’s exactly what I do. I reach out, groping and squeezing her ass to my heart’s content. The soft, tanned skin is putty in my hands. This way and that, I play with her. Her flesh bounces and conforms, springing back perfectly into place no matter what I do with it. I even give her butt a little spank, and she lets out a slight squawk.
I have the time of my life. A grin sits plastered across my face and joy dances in my eyes.
The best part is the sight that I behold as I spread her cheeks. After all, the girl’s butt is not the only part of her I can ogle. With her pink panties discarded on the floor, there’s nothing stopping me from getting a good look at EVERYTHING.
From her tight, puckered asshole to her slutty little pussy, it matters not. I feast my eyes on it all. Of course, the latter of those is what captures my attention foremost.
Bridget has shaved herself bare down there. Not a hint of pubic hair is to be found anywhere. Hell, there’s no hair below her waist at all, and I’m willing to bet none anywhere but on her head. She’s gone full exterminatus when it comes to such things, not that I’m complaining.
Those pink folds of hers, all soft and smooth, look so damn erotic. At the mere sight of them, my cock throbs up a storm, protesting the tight confines of my pants.
My fingers trail between her cheeks, tracing a line down from one hole to the other. Then, further down as well, beneath her body pressed as it is against the mattress.
“Labia… Clit…” I mutter to myself as I blindly feel around down there.
When it comes to sexual anatomy, the only knowledge I have comes from porn. Sex ed in a school such as this is… well, it’s lacking to say the least. Even that’s putting it nicely.
“O-oh…”
Speaking of which, a sound escapes Bridget’s lips when my fingers find her clitoris. It’s only a half-stifled moan, but sure enough it’s still a moan. So, of course, I continue touching her there.
The angle is awkward, what with her lying face down on the bed and me atop her, reaching under. That doesn’t stop me, though. My fingers dance around her clit, rubbing and teasing, as best I can. My efforts falter from time to time, unsure and inexperienced at this as I am. All I have to go on are her subdued reactions. That said, there’s no greater way to learn than trying.
Again and again I rub at her clit. Again and again she lets out those little sounds. Not quite full moans, but the start of something, growing ever stronger, bit by bit.
It’s music to my ears. A sign I’m doing something right. Still, this isn’t what brought us here, to her bedroom.
After a moment more or two of this, I withdraw my hand. It’s time for the main event, and to that end I lean forward. Just like that, I bury my head between her thighs.
The scent is the first thing to hit me. Her rich, feminine musk tickles my nose.
God, she smells so good. Too good.
My cock throbs almost painfully in my pants, and my head spins.
After a full day of school, Bridget’s a bit sweaty. Not in a stinky way, mind you. No, not at all. It’s a mix of her natural odour and her pussy, both quite strong up so close and personal.
I revel in it, inhaling deep. Mmm… So intoxicating. The way it fills my head, the desires it brings forth, bubbling within me, I can’t hold back even if I wanted to. Fortunately, there’s no need for me to do such a thing, and so, I give in.
My nose presses flat against her perineum, that stretch of skin between her asshole and her pussy. Meanwhile, my tongue lashes out like a mad man. Really, there’s nothing hesitant or tentative about my actions.
I lap at her slutty, little hole. At first, I don’t really taste much of anything. A bit of sweat, nothing noteworthy. And the only wetness I leave behind is my saliva, but then that all changes.
I get the first taste of pussy proper, and my heart skips a beat. Fucking hell!
The taste of her wetness is a taste of the heavens. Truly, the nectar of the Gods.
Okay, maybe I’m overselling it a little, but in the moment it truly feels like that. Her arousal is salty, but also a little tangy, kind of… Well, truthfully, it’s hard to describe because it’s unlike anything I’ve tasted before. New chapters come out on novelping.com first.
And of course, it’s not just the taste that affects me. No, it’s what that taste means. That, I really am eating her, the most popular girl in school, out.
God, I’m so fucking hard right now.
The more I eat her out, the wetter she gets, too. And that, of course, means there’s more of her arousal for me to taste. It’s an endless feedback loop that drives me wild with lust. I’m not the only one either, as the sounds of appreciation she makes grow louder and louder while I do my thing.
Down below, in my pants, my cock throbs and pulses. As big as it is, I’m starting to feel quite uncomfortable. That’s one of the downsides to being so well endowed; not that such a complaint would ever invoke sympathy from another guy. God knows Paul desperately wanted to kill me the few times I’ve mentioned it to him.
I reach down, unbuckling my pants and pulling my cock out. All as I continue to lick the delicious wet pussy, I’ve buried my face in. I savour every last drop of her arousal, even as I grip my cock tight, jerking myself off.
I don’t even think about what I’m doing; I just go at it.
“A-Ah… Oh, fuck…”
Bridget’s pen falters on the page. More and more moans slip from her lips, no longer able to hold them back.
It’s not all sunshine and rainbows, though. Again, the position proves to be more than a little awkward. Licking away at her tight, wet hole is one thing, but that’s not where the magic happens, not with one’s mouth anyway.
While I could rub her clit with my fingers before, my tongue is nowhere near as dextrous enough to do so like this. And that is a girl’s most sensitive part. If one really wants to get their partner off, they need to give it the proper attention. You can’t just ignore it.
Why does that matter? I hear you asking, and the answer to that is really simple.
I’m not selfish. As bratty and bitchy as she is, I want Bridget to cum. Any self-respecting lover of women would. That said, I do have ulterior motives.
You see, there is one small fact so many guys my age don’t comprehend. Or at least, that’s what the many articles I’ve read online tell me.
The better you make your partner feel, whether that be emotionally, sexually, or in any other way, the more likely they are to have sex with you. Now Bridget might not be my partner, romantically speaking, but in this moment we are sexual partners of a sort. And it’s my hope that if I can make her orgasm, she’ll be more inclined to say yes when I ask her to have sex afterwards.
Losing my virginity- That’s all I really want. So I guess when you really think about it, my desire to be considerate in this moment is actually rooted in selfishness.
Oh, well. So long as she enjoys herself too, there’s no harm in being a little selfish.