Bobby took Paula to the movies the next night. He enjoyed spending time with the slim, lovely blonde and was encouraged by the fact that she seemed to like spending time with him, too.
As they watched the film, Bobby slid his arm around his pretty companion.
Paula felt Bobby's hand slide over her shoulder, seeking her breast. Her breasts were incredibly sensitive and Bobby knew just how to touch them. She shivered with anticipation as his hand moved past her collar bone and onto the firm peak. Excitement rippled through her and she snuggled as close to Bobby as she could.
His hand moved over her soft jersey blouse and brushed a super-sensitive nipple which, along with its mate, had begun to awaken and emerge the second he touched her. The contact was electric and made Paula shiver.
Bobby felt his companion shudder and repeated what he'd done to her petite breast. She responded with another shudder, stronger this time. Delighted, Bobby continued to caress his companion's breast.
By the end of the film, Paula was breathless with desire; her nipples, swollen and proud, pressed against the soft, clinging fabric of her blouse. She'd long since lost the ability to focus on the picture and found herself barely able to walk as Bobby led her out of the theater to his parents' car.
Before they got in the car, Bobby pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Paula returned the kiss avidly, her arms locking around him. After the kiss ended they got in the car. Bobby started the engine and roared off, headed for the isolated spot on the outskirts of town everybody used for making out.
One of the reasons Bobby had taken the car was that it had bucket seats which reclined.
Paula, foggy with lust, was barely aware where they were when Bobby pulled into a shadowy area and stopped. He leaned over, kissed her again, and Paula felt the seat going backward.
Bobby slid his hand under her blouse and onto a bare breast. He gently fondled the petite, proud cone of flesh, thrilling her. Paula found Bobby very different from her previous lovers. Most of them copped a quick feel, pulled down her pants and jumped on. Bobby was considerate and gentle. He turned her on like she'd never been turned on before.
One thing Bobby had learned in the course of his sexual adventures that summer was that if he paid careful attention to his partner's needs, sex was a lot more satisfying for him, too. He received almost as much pleasure from the process of making his lovers happy as he did from the sex act itself.
While his lips and tongue worked on Paula's breasts, driving her wild, his hands moved to her waist and, before the lithe blonde realized what was happening, her slacks were sliding over her lean hips and down her slim legs. He rolled atop her and she felt the rigid shaft of his erection, trapped between them, pressing against her belly.
