It was supposed to be a party at a bar to celebrate somebody's birthday. I can't remember who, but I did know a lot of people there, yet there were many I had not met.
I danced a few short dances with a couple of girls I knew from high school, then as I turned, I saw her. Emily was only slightly shorter than me, with a cute smile, and small button nose. Her figure could only be described a svelte, athletic but willowy. Nice breasts from the outside , and what looked like a really tight bum. I think I fell in love with her even before that first look at ended.
I moved towards her, and could see her appraising me. I leaned into her, and above the music, I told her I was the star centre of the local pro basket ball team. She laughed and told me I lied like a rug. I asked her to dance, and failing that, could I buy her a drink. She said she would be interested in both.
We took the drinks to an empty table, a bit further away from the loudness of the dance floor. It wasn't the easiest place to talk, but it got us started. The evening flew by and as we sat at the table, I leaned into her shoulder. I could feel her warmth through the layers of clothing. I could feel her leaning back into me, and I felt my cock give a small twitch. We sat and talked like this for quite some time, and I could smell her distinctive aroma over the other smells of the bar.
Finally, plucking up the courage I needed, I carefully put my hand on hers, and was encouraged by the reciprocated squeeze, and returned pressure. Too soon, the evening ended, and we made our way out of the bar amongst the crowds of milling people. I managed to step up beside her, and as my hand touched hers, she grabbed it and held it. She turned and gave me a shy look, with that unfathomable almost smile.
Saying our goodbyes later, my heart raced with the excitement of seeing her again. We had a date for a movie the following week. It would be a long week, but it would pass.
Several weeks and multiple dates passed. Each encounter was better than the previous one, although progress in the make-out department was glacial. First the touch, then some hand-holding, a kiss a few days later, and finally some real snogging.
One evening we hooked up at her place. Her parents were out for a few hours, so we were relatively safe from interruption. Emily greeted me at the door with a warm kiss, and we sat on he couch in the family room. It didn't take her long to be kissing me fully, with tongue fencing at its best. She tasted sweet, and as our tongues battled gently back and forth, I felt emboldened to let my hand slide along her blouse and search for the gap in her buttons. Without meeting resistance, I fumbled with her buttons, finally opening the two bottoms ones.
Emily stopped kissing me and looked down shyly. She then flipped open the other buttons herself and shucked off the blouse completely, exposing her lacy bra enveloped breasts. I must have been starring because she reached up again to put her hand on my chin, and turn me towards her lips again.
I could now run my hands all over her breasts, gently caressing these delicate mounds. She moaned and pushed against my hand, encouraging me to press forward and be more aggressive in my caressing of them.
I reached around her and again fumbled with the clasp of the bra. I didn't notice, but by the time I succeeded in freeing her bra, my shirt was down off my shoulders and half off. She was running her hands all over my bare chest.
Electricity shot through me at the excitement of feeling her unfettered breasts, and of the feeling of her hands on me. I started kissing her neck, with the obvious destination lower on her chest, and I didn't waste too much time getting there. As I kissed one breast, I fondled her nipple on the other side, and felt it stiffening. She moaned more running her fingers through my hair, and encouraged me to explore more, letting herself fall back on the sofa. I let my tongue run circles around her nipple, first on one side, then the other. I flicked her nipple with my tongue, eliciting more moans and thrusting against my tongue.
I could smell Emily now. She was hot and very bothered, wanting more and more of me. I let my hand run down her stomach, making circles around her navel, then inching my fingerers under her waist band.
I could feel her soft pubic hair, and the beginning of her cleft, but ran into the problem of too little space for my hand to go further. I pushed against the apex of her cleft with my finger, and she let her legs fall apart, and hugged me to her desperately. Encouraged, I pulled my hand out and started undoing the buttons of her jeans.
Wrong move, because Emily clamped her legs together slapped her hand on mine.
"We can't do that!" She moaned. "It's not safe, and it's just too fast."
"You can trust me," I replied, kissing her on the lips and caressing her hair with my hand.
"It's not you I'm worried about," she said. "I don't trust myself to stop soon enough. I want to feel all of you on all of me, but it's just too dangerous!"
"That's okay," I whispered to her, "but you still can't get pregnant from a finger!"
I slid my fingers under her belt again, but didn't make anymore headway. Still, it had a desirous effect on Emily, and she pushed against me willingly.
I rolled over on top of her, still kissing her lips and neck. The feel of her breasts on my chest was electric, and Emily pulled up her knees and I settled firmly into her. We began thrusting at each other, and my super hard erection must have been felt by Emily, because she thrust harder and faster into me.
She was breathing heavily, and beautifully flushed. I slowed the pace, pushing harder to make up for the slower rate. Her eyes had rolled back up into her head as I had her undivided attention.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to try this with only our underwear on? We'll keep our them on so it will be safe!" I whispered in her ear.
The was a long pause as Emily seemed to come from somewhere very far away. This was very encouraging!
Finally, she shook her head. "I don't trust myself!" She whispered.
"You can trust me!" I replied again. I'm not sure that was completely true, but I had to say it.
Again she paused, looking at me, then kissing me deeply again.
"Okay, but underwear stays on!" said Emily. And she slowly undid her jeans, and slid them down her legs.
I did the same with mine, never taking my eyes from her. I kissed her lips again, then trailed down her neck to her breasts. I took my time, because I wanted her really worked up again. I wanted her so hot and bothered, that she would want more and more and more.
I continued kissing her down to her panty line, then used my nose and teeth to tug her panties a bit lower. I reached her soft pubic hair, and had my tongue on the top of her soft groove, when she clamped her legs together again, and pulled me back.
"Too much, too much," she moaned. "I can't stand it!"
I kissed her gently some more. Reaching up to tweak her nipples, then kissing back down to where I had just been rebuffed. This time I led with my tongue, sliding it over her cleft, and then around in circles. My chin had pushed her panties downs, and I tried inching them down some more.
She moaned and thrust against me, then pull me by the hair back up to her. Undaunted, I put one leg over hers, pushing my cock into her thigh. I wanted her to feel my excitement. Soon, I straighten myself directly on top of her, and she opened her legs for me again.
This was much better. No hard denim in the way, only two soft and thin layers between my proud manhood, and her soft feminine bits and pieces. We started thrusting slowly against one another again, and I could feel the head of my cock pushing into her soft lips.
Her moisture was penetrating the layers of underwear even if I could not. There was a bit of fluid from the tip of my cock as well, quite a bit actually, and we were sliding back and forth on each other. Emily was breathing almost as hard as I was, and as she thrust against me again, becoming more desperate in her movements. She pulled me to her with her legs, held me, and shook violently, letting out a low feral growl.
Emily slowed her thrusting and relaxed her legs. I lay there between them, my fully loaded cock push up against her moist and tender lips. I pushed gently a few times and she moaned, letting her legs fall further apart. I was feeling desperate now and knew that I should back off, but I could not do so. Just a couple of good thrusts, and I would be past stopping.
I reached down to pull down my boxers, then hooked my fingers into the edge of Emily's panties. I pulled them aside, and lay back between her legs, my cock messaging her lips. As I gently thrust forward again, the head of my cock bumped her hood and Emily moaned and whimpered and I could feel her pushing back to meet me. A few more gentle bumps like this and I felt that inevitable tingle in the base of my cock. I pushed harder, and as the head of my cock entered between her lips, Emily's eyes widened in surprise, and she clamped her legs together.
"Too much now," she moaned and pushed me forcefully away and off her.
She scrambled back into her jeans, telling me to do the same. I was afraid I had really pushed her too hard, taken too much, but she turned to me and wrapped her arms around me, rubbing her head on my chest.
"I want to so badly, but I'm too afraid and it's too fast," she murmured.
I told her all would be okay, and we lay in each other's arms for the longest time.
On my way home. The ache in my balls was something fierce, but I was encouraged by the progress we had made. Soon enough, I thought, and I would find my way home.
A couple of more weeks of intense making out passed, but we had no real opportunities for more than just snogging, I knew my parents would be away for a long weekend, and our opportunity to be together and uninterrupted would be good. Emily now was initiating our kissing with an intensity that was mind blowing. The weekend could not come soon enough!
When it finally came, we arranged to meet that Saturday afternoon at her place, and watch a game on TV with her older brother and some of his friends. We all got along really well, in spite of the three year age difference between us.
The boys got pretty rowdy, then a little crude, talking of their conquests in more detail than Emily was comfortable with. We decided to split, saying our goodbyes and heading over towards my place.