He pressed his lips against Elsie's again. As their tongues met he let his hand slip off of her slightly pointy, still girlish breast and caress down her side and around back. He gently probed down the back of her slacks getting under her panties this time. His already hard dick throbbed with excitement when she didn't object. They'd be going together for a month now, since shortly after graduation. Making out with her was always hot. She loved when he fondled her tits. But she was shy below the waist. He kept trying every time they made out. Sometimes she'd let him feel in her pants a little as long as he didn't try to get in her panties. And she'd touch his hard cock, even put her hands in his pants so he could feel her better. And one time he even got her to jerk him off.
Now he had his hand down her back and inside her panties. Maybe this is the day, he hoped. He took his hand out and gently rubbed her skin as he brought it around front. He took his tongue out of her mouth and licked across her cheek to her neck and kissed behind her ear as he slid his hand down her front and under her panties. The feel of her soft bush caused spasms in his aching cock. He pushed down more and felt the wetness as his fingers neared her opening.
She reeled back from him a bit, pulled his hand out, and softly said, "No, not yet."
He whispered, "It feels sooo sexy, honey." He took her hand and slid it into his unfastened jeans against his bloated manhood. She started stroking it. "And I let you touch mine. Please, Elsie. You're old enough now. It'll feel really good, I promise. Please."
"It feels good when you rub it through my clothes. I don't want to get pregnant. And my mom will be home from the hair dresser soon."
This isn't going to be the day.
She withdrew her hand and they kissed and fondled for a few more minutes. As he pulled his pants up and she put her blouse back on there was a knock on the door. "Are you in there, Elsie?" her mom asked.
"Oh my God! My mom's home already," Elsie gasped. "I'll be out in a minute, Mom!" she answered.
Her mom opened the door and stuck her head in. "Oh, I didn't know Peter was here. I just wanted to let you know I'm home. Bring your laundry basket down when you come so I can run the wash."
Thinking quickly, Peter said nervously, "Elsie told me you were at the hair salon. Your hair looks nice Mrs. Mallory."
She smiled and said, "Why thank you, Peter. It's so nice of you to say. I'll bet my husband won't even notice it." She winked at him and left, closing the door behind her.
"See, that's why. She would have caught us," Elsie pointed out.
"But she didn't. OK, you were right I guess. I should probably get going. I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed her and started down the stairs.
Her mom's voice called from behind him, "Peter, before you go could you do me a big favor?"
"Well, sure Mrs. Mallory. What is it?"
"I have something I need help with in here. I just need an extra hand for a minute if you could come in here please. It would help so much."
He turned around. "This way, in here, " she gestured. He followed her into the room and she closed the door behind him. Elsie's mom was still a very attractive woman. A little shorter than average, with a cute round face and bright hazel eyes. The extra weight she'd gained in middle age was distributed in all the right places and gave her breasts and hips a very shapely appeal. As he was about to ask what she needed she said, "I've been watching you and Stacie. I know what's going on."
Oh, crap, Peter thought. "What do you mean?" he tried to bluff her.
"You've been making out with her. I know how you young men are. You've been feeling her up and kissing and cuddling and wagging your wiener at her haven't you?"
Peter blushed. "Well, ah..."
While they talk she walks over to the bed and sits down. She lets hem line on her skirt come half way up the front of her thighs and her knees are wide apart. He can see up her skirt and just a bit of see through panties between her thighs. "Oh, relax Peter, I'm not going to scold you. I was a young girl once. I know how it is. You are both adults. As long as you respect her. You do, don't you?"
"Oh yes Mrs. Mallory, I do."
"I know you do, hon. And please, call me Sylvia." She unfastens the top button on her blouse as she speaks. "I know how she teases you but won't let you touch her where you want to the most."
"Y.. You do?" he says sheepishly.
"Uh huh. Mom's know these things. I was like that to the boys once myself. Until my first time going all the way. Kids still stay it like that now don't they, "going all the way"? Then I found how amazing it is and what I was missing! You must have the worst case of blue balls right now. You were probably going home to take care of things yourself, weren't you?"
"Well, gee, kinda."
She lifts one knee up and rests her foot on the bed giving him a full up skirt view of her thighs and womanhood. He can't take his eyes off of her very sheer panties and her plush bush and fleshy pussy lips under them. He feels his cock getting hard again. She says, "I just hate to let a good hard on go to waste, don't you?" She giggles a little as she unbuttons her blouse more. "Elsie is just not that kind of girl. She doesn't put out for the boys yet. But I do put out. Especially for a handsome cutie like you."
His swollen cock is making a bulge in his pants. "You do? I mean..."
"Take your pants off and come here and I'll prove it."