Chapter 2: New things
*Remember how we first tried foreplay? Well in this story, it's taken to a new level.
*On a side note, all characters are 18+, and this story, as well as Chapter 1, is non-fiction.*
It'd been, maybe three months, perhaps, since our first experiences with foreplay. At this point we had been together for 14 months. Of course, that doesn't seem like a lot, but for a Junior in high school who has maintained a relationship all the way to his Senior Year, it's quite impressive.
My girlfriend, Brittany had finally been allowed by her older sister to come to our house for the first time. Funny, it only took them over a year.
We had spent several hours together, watching television on the sofa alone together. At one point in the movie, Brittany was just getting up to go get a drink when she accidentally sliced her finger on the edge of the table. It would have been a splinter if she hadn't ripped her hand away from the table as the wood penetrated her skin. So it was bleeding, but luckily not too badly. I immediately took action and took her to the bathroom to wash it off.
I pulled a bandage from beneath the sink and put it on her, then held my hands upon her shoulders. "You okay?"
"I'll be fine, it's just a cut."
I chuckled and nodded. I was just about to turn back to watch the movie when suddenly something fell over me that denied me the desire to move away from her. She was leaning back against the sink and I was two inches in front of her.
"Yeah, it...is," I murmured, compelled suddenly to just stare at her body for a moment. I stroked her arms and sides, and started kissing the side of her neck. She stood there, speechless as I embraced her, rubbing my body against hers.
I don't know what came over me, I guess that my sex drive had been sparked not only by the fact that I was leaning up against my lover in a silent room but also that we currently were standing in the bathroom.
"Are you okay?" she asked me.
"Uh-huh," I mumbled absent-mindedly.
Both my hands moved up and down her side, as I moved my lips to hers gently. This turned me on even more.
My hands slipped from her sides to the sides of her breasts, and as I stroked her I kept full eye contact.
I wanted to do so much to her, I wanted. I wanted. But as I lay in want of satisfaction, she pulled away slightly.
But instead of bombarding her with "Are you okay?"s and "If I make you uncomfortable"s, I kept staring into her eyes, and she stared back. It was like she could read my eyes and tell what I wanted to say. So she became more lenient. She took my hands and led them to her breasts.
This action gave me a sensation I could not fully describe. Glee, relief, excitement. I smiled and exhaled sharply.
I started rubbing them more, then squeezed them. I then moved my mouth to her chest and kissed her right, then left.