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“If you want to hang out sometime this summer, give me a call.”I had graduated high school two weeks ago. At the end of the very last graduation party, I was walking back to my car. Laura had come running up after me, handing me a slip of paper with her phone number on it.“Okay. That’d be great,” I stammered. After a slightly awkward pause: “Uh, yeah it would be nice … I mean, I’d like to see you before you go.”She replied, “Cool. I’ll look forward to it. I’m going to miss you next year,” and gave me a big hug. I really liked Laura, even had a crush on her, and I can’t say I minded her crushing those soft breasts up against me.Since my previous stories, a lot had happened. It was my senior year, after all. Earlier in the year, I had managed to exchange blowjobs with my buddies Matt and then Ron. As wonderful and free of entanglements as that had been, they were just about cock and sexual release. I really wanted to get with a woman. I did have a girlfriend for much of the spring – Taylor – but didn’t get further than slipping my hand inside her bra cup and briefly touching her nipple.I won’t say more about my relationship with Taylor except that she proved to be a jealous, needy girlfriend. As a cruel parting gift when we broke up on graduation night, she said some really hurtful things that shattered my confidence. Despite my pain, I could see that I was better off without her, but I would be a mess for a while. I was still in this state when, less then two weeks after the breakup, Laura gave me her phone number, basically begging me to ask her out. As part of my inner circle of friends, Laura had had a front-row seat to Taylor’s hysterics. Did she genuinely like me, or was she just doing this because she felt bad for me? Dumb me, not realizing both might be true.I dragged my heels for a couple of weeks, wallowing in misery. And then, in late June, I looked through my yearbook, reading through my friends’ comments for the first time.And there it was. A mention from my friend Don about how much Laura had been “hanging around” me during senior year. Thinking back, I realized it was true. Taylor had expressed extreme jealousy towards Laura. I now realized this one wasn’t just a paranoid delusion: Laura indeed had spent a conspicuous amount of time around me – and I was the only person too clueless to notice. Even more clueless was me just now realizing that two weeks ago, she had asked me out and I still did nothing. I finally called her.“I’m really glad you called, Joe. I’d love to get together, but I have to go to the airport early in the morning. My parents are taking me to New York for a week and a half. I’ll be back on the Fourth of July.”Somehow I managed to stammer, “Well, do you have plans for the Fourth?”“No, I don’t. But it would be fun to go see some fireworks with you.”Now that was an explosive idea. “Yeah, that would be great! When do you get back?”“On the Fourth, silly! I already told you that.”“No, I mean what time do you get back?”“Oh. My flight comes in at about 4. I’ll call you as soon as we land, and we can figure out a plan. I can’t wait, Joe.”After all that anxiety and buildup, all it took was a three minute phone call to set up a date with Laura. Laura! I mean, she was easily on the list of top 10 girls I wished I could go out with – most of whom showed NO obvious interest in me. Hell, she WAS the list, if I weeded out those never-gonna-happens. isvecbahis Although I liked Laura mostly for her earthy and warm personality, her looks left nothing to be desired. Well, better put, her looks were very much to be desired, at least by me. She had a reasonably attractive face, and a really infectious, almost conspiratorial smile. Creamy skin, periwinkle eyes, strawberry-blonde hair, never wore makeup. She was also very tall, approaching six feet. She was moderately full-figured yet quite athletic, with nice round hips and shapely breasts. Not every guy’s cup of tea, I suppose, but I found her captivating. And she was an infinitely better human than Taylor. When the day came, the weather was perfect. Just a little warm, but not hot at all. It was ideal for a picnic, so that’s what I planned. We went to a lovely park with a waterfall, and had a great outdoor meal. I’d even brought a chilled bottle of sparkling cider and some champagne glasses. Laura, for her part, was wearing a sundress and looking spectacular. Afterward, we went to the city to watch the big fireworks display, with a blanket to lay out under us and another to draw over us if we got cold. I’d thought of everything, and somehow everything went perfectly.As it was getting dark, she grabbed my hand and said, “Thanks for doing all this. I’m having a really good time.”“Me too.” We were looking into each other’s eyes. Should I kiss her now? I hesitated for a moment, then we both leaned in and kissed on the lips. And the fireworks really started.Unfortunately, I don’t mean metaphorical, romantic kissing fireworks. Those got rudely interrupted by the literal fireworks up in the air. She broke our kiss, clapped her hands together and said, “Ooh, it’s starting.”Well, I couldn’t complain. The kiss was great. The memory of her warm, soft, pale pink lips on mine lingered through the whole show. She held my hand and snuggled up against me. At the end, I leaned in for another kiss. And felt that kiss lingering on my lips the whole drive back to her house.I walked her to the door. Both of us said what a good time we had, me asking her if we could get together again on Friday, her saying yes, me leaning in for the proverbial goodnight kiss. We kissed a third time, now with our tongues. She pulled back after a bit, then we said goodnight again and she went inside.I couldn’t wait for Friday. When it finally came, we went out for a cheap meal and then a movie, then back to her house to hang out and talk in the rec room. Soon we kissed again, but this time it got more passionate. Lying together on the sectional, our bodies pressed together, we made out for literally more than an hour. As this went on, she also started to grind her hips against mine. I was hard enough to cut glass, and she was pressing against me so hard I think I actually felt her clitoris through the fabric.I moved my hand to one of her breasts and started to massage it lightly. She moaned lightly. Oh, the full softness of it was wonderful. I couldn’t wait to get those babies out in the open and suck on them.“Sorry, I’m not ready to do this tonight,” after half a minute of this. Runner is out at second base! Same exact spot where I’d been called out with Taylor, in fact. Oh well.It had been an amazing evening so far, but it was well past midnight. She explained that if we went any further she wanted it to be just right, isveçbahis giriş and not starting at such a late hour. She walked me out the door, and we made plans to make dinner and watch a movie at her house. She flirtily said, “so we can get an earlier start tomorrow.” She also explained that her parents were going to a party out of town and wouldn’t return until very late. We kissed deeply again for a couple more minutes, then she squeezed her breasts into my chest, shimmied them back and forth a couple of times, and seductively whispered in my ear, “These will be ready for you tomorrow night, if you’re good.” I almost came in my pants. I did come as soon as I got home to my bedroom. Three times. The next night we made pizza, playfully licking sauce off each other’s fingers, then watched a movie in the basement.At least we started to watch a movie. 10 minutes in we were making out again, and Laura was dry-humping me as hard as the night before. This time she took hold of my hand and pulled it to her breasts. I started massaging and kneading these soft wonders gently, while Laura moaned lightly, and through her bra, I could fee the nipples harden under my touch. I gently squeezed them, as she moaned more deeply. I moved away from her mouth and started to kiss behind her ears, then down the nape of her neck. Meanwhile, I started unbuttoning her blouse, fumbling a bit this first time, but getting the job done. Now I was facing the spectacular sight of a nice pair of breasts, deeply cleaved, straining against their lace prison.“Let me help you with this.” She reached back, undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall.Here I was, viewing a woman’s bare chest for the first time. Voluptuous in their roundness, C-cups large enough to sway uneasily back and forth a bit, and as they hung down a bit to form a crease against her abdomen below. Pale blue veins slightly visible in the pale light of the television. Hard, pale pink nipples, framed by generous pale wrinkly areolae dotted with follicles. I can describe the scene in such detail because it is forever burned into my retinas.I had to pull my pelvis away from hers as my lips worked their way from her neck, down her chest, and back up the slope of one of her breasts. I took one of the nipples into my mouth and sucked on it. She sucked in her breath and stifled a squeal. “Oh my God that feels good. Lick the other one too! Don’t stop!” I got a rhythm going, going back and forth between her breasts while taking enough time to linger on each one. She was really getting worked up, rubbing her pelvis hard against my side.I moved one hand down that direction, asking, “May I?”“Yes!” So I started rubbing her mound through her pants, definitely feeling her hard clit now.I moved my hand back up towards the top button. “May I?”“Yes!” I undid the button and zipper, then started to pull off her pants as she lifted her hips to help. Then I pulled down her panties and she lifted her hips to help with that. She was naked now except for her socks. And so, so beautiful. Every part of her. The curve of her hips. Her long, smooth, athletic legs, now parted. And between them, the most lovely blonde bush ever. Slightly trimmed along the sides for swimsuit season, but otherwise full, the blonde hairs glinting in the glare from the track lighting at the other end of the room.I went back to sucking and licking her breasts, isveçbahis yeni giriş and she went back to moaning. My hand rubbed back and forth over her velvety triangle, and my fingers quickly found her erect clitoris hiding under its little hood. I touched it gently and rubbed it a bit, making her squeal. “Keep doing that!” I rubbed gently for a couple of minutes, then worked my fingers down towards her opening. As with most guys’ first time, it took a minute or two to figure out the layout down there. I felt around the wrinkly labia for a moment until I found the actual juicy entrance. “May I?”“Oh yes!” So I slowly slipped my middle finger in a bit, then back out, then in further until it was all the way in. Soon she was riding it up and down, while I used the rest of my hand to rub her clit. But if you’ve read any of my other stories at all, you know I’m a relentlessly oral person. Cock, tit, or pussy, I want to taste it, get it in my mouth. I moved my mouth along the underside of her breast, to her belly, kissing her with my lips and tongue all the way, while continuing my handwork below. I stuck my tongue playfully in her navel, provoking a giggly squeal, then sucked on the slight roundness of her belly and moved down towards her bush. “May I?”“Oh, you polite, sweet man, thank you for asking. Oh please yes, my God, YES!” I licked along the top edge of her triangle to the top end of her leg, then down along the side of her bush, finally sucking on the crease between her thigh and the center of the universe, jumping across to the other side. And then, finally, putting my face right in front of her womanhood. Like everything else about her, it was beautiful. I took in the powerful scent. It was simultaneously unlike anything I could have expected, and yet exactly what I expected. I stuck out my tongue and licked the outside of the labia, then traced my tongue around it, exploring its many folds. Laura was whimpering with pleasure, taking short breaths. I found the clitoris, swirled my tongue around it, then took it between my lips and sucked for a moment, prompting a long deep outcry. I continued to work on her labia and clitoris alternately, using both my tongue and lips, and she started moaning loudly between each breath. Then her body tensed and started to shake, then in one instant broke out in a cold sweat as she screamed with pleasure. She rode my face for a few more moments as she descended, finally catching her breath.“Thank you. That was amazing.” I moved back up and she kissed me gently. Then, tasting herself on my lips, she opened her mouth and kissed me hungrily, sucking the juices out of my mouth.“We need to do something about these clothes.” I couldn’t argue there: I’d been so busy exploring her body that I was still fully clothed. She pulled my shirt over my head, then started to kiss the nape of my neck, quickly working her way down my chest, sticking her tongue in my navel (prompting an equally playful, fake-feminine squeal from me), then sucked on the treasure trail below. “May I?” she asked with a grin.“Yes, Laura.” Like I’d say no to my first blowjob … from a woman, that is. I was quickly as naked as she was, and she squatted in front of me, herself getting a first closeup of the opposite sex’s equipment. “It’s so big!” I’m only average-sized, but I understood the sensation. I’d had the same feeling when I’d gotten Matt’s machinery in my face for the first time. Then she looked me in the eyes, and without breaking eye contact, gingerly touched her tongue to the head, picking up a few drops of precum. “Ohhh,” I moaned. Then she kissed it with her lips.
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