Go or No - My Choice I Thin

My name is Cynthia. I'm nineteen, just but it still counts, blonde with hazel eyes (they should be blue for a blonde but I missed out there), average height and average weight. (If you think I'm going to tell you my actual weight you're dreaming.) I have a decent figure, courtesy of a good diet, exercise, and the blessings of Mother Nature. I take a C+ cup in my bra and the male sex appreciate this. Or so they tell me. I also have a steady boyfriend, Andy by name, who is a couple of years older than me.

I've been dating Andy for about a year now and am considering moving our relationship up a notch. This doesn't mean I'm going to jump in bed with him but I just might let the petting sessions develop a bit more. Up until now any petting has always been light, clothes being retained at all times. Touching under the clothes had always been a no-no, but I was thinking I just might relax that rule a little and see what happens.

I might point out that the clothes being retained at all times was my rule, not Andy's. Andy has been known to let that appendage that he refers to as Roger to spring loose from his trousers and I'll admit that there's a possibility that I may have accidentally stroked it a time or three.

For the current date we'd been to a dance. I made sure that Andy didn't drink anything alcoholic (he was driving) and abstained myself as I wanted my wits about me for the drive home. From where we were the route home took us past a very romantic spot that we'd occasionally parked at and I suspected that Andy would want to practice parking tonight.

So the dance was winding down and we were heading home. Andy walked out the door of the dance hall, slipped at the top of the stairs, pitched forward and down, to the accompaniment of a nasty sounding crack as he broke his arm.

Big he-man Andy wasn't going to have the girl he was dating hovering over him as he cried on the way to hospital. He yelled for Brian, one of his older brothers to sort something out. Brian was incredibly efficient. He arranged that he'd drive Andy to the emergency room and bring him own after his arm was plastered. Either that or leave him there overnight. He then tapped Danny, Andy's other brother, to drive me home. Danny, having come with Brian, didn't have his car with him but this was sorted out by Danny driving Brian's car, leaving Brian use Andy's car, much to Andy's annoyance.

My suggestion that the three boys use Brian's car and that I borrow Andy's was met by derisive laughter. I pointed out that I had a license and was a good driver. Andy pointed out that having already had an accident in the first week of driving solo wasn't exactly an endorsement of my skill on the road, especially as it was a police car I hit. I've explained that it wasn't my fault and the police had apologised for the accident but it didn't help. No-one was willing to believe that.

So I arrived at the dance with Andy and was leaving with Danny. Not my normal behaviour. Going home with the one who brought you was the norm, unless your date was a total asshole. Anyway, I saw Andy off and hopped in Brian's car, which I have to admit was a step up from Andy's old banger. Bigger and more spacious, with an AC that actually worked, and an engine that purred instead of spluttering.

So it was a starry and reasonably warm night. I was feeling very comfortable as we cruised along, almost but not quite nodding off. When the car pulled to a stop I automatically sat up, stretched, and thanked Danny for the lift. Then I looked around and we weren't at my place; we were at that rather romantic spot that Andy and I occasionally stopped at.

"What the hell?" I spluttered, giving Danny a look.

"It's too nice a night to rush home and go to bed without a little bit of romance first, wouldn't you agree?" he asked.

"Normally, yes, but I'm dating Andy, remember?"

"Don't worry I won't hold that against you. I also don't expect to have sex with you. I simply thought a little bit of snuggling and a few kisses won't hurt. You can chalk it up to getting a little bit of experience."

"Ha, you wish. Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Not right now. Didn't you hear? Marie dumped me months ago and I'm still looking for my soul mate."

"Yes, I bet you are," I muttered a little sarcastically.

He just laughed, reached over, pulled me towards him, and kissed me. I tried to push him away, truly, but he kissed me anyway. He might claim I kissed him back but that was just his imagination. After kissing me a couple of times he released me and sat back.

"Why don't we move into the back seat," Danny suggested. "Much more room and I can kiss you properly. Don't worry. That's as far as it will go."

Reluctantly I moved into the back, grumbling as I did so. I didn't really have much as a choice without looking like a bit of a prude. I wasn't, and I enjoyed a little attention and a few kisses as much as the next girl so I might as well let Danny fill in for Andy. It wasn't as though we would be making love. A few kisses wouldn't hurt.

Danny didn't give me much choice but to sit on his knee. I did protest that it wasn't necessary but maybe I didn't protest too loudly. He started kissing me and after a few moments I kissed him back. I had to admit that he could kiss quite well. He must have been getting some practice in.

Now it's only natural that when a boy is kissing you his hands start to wander. It's up to the girl to control this to some extent. Sure enough Dany started to run his hands over me, innocuously at the start but soon moving towards more dangerous territory. As long as his hands stayed outside my clothes I didn't worry too much.

A hand on my knee I could ignore to a certain extent but when that same hand started moving up my leg and under my dress steps had to be taken. I very firmly took hold of the offending arm and pushed it away. Not a tentative no-no but a firm you shall not pass.

He took it in good spirits, removing his hand and putting it on my shoulders. Did I mention the dress that I was wearing for the dance? It was semi-formal with shoelace straps and a built-in bra. That last means that your bra is part of the dress and not a separate item of clothing. I mention this because I was about to find the main disadvantage of that sort of dress.

Some more kissing and his hand sort of slipped under the neckline of my dress and his hand was covering my breast. Not doing anything, just covering it. This immediately became one of those iffy situations. Did I push his hand away or did I leave it? Seeing he wasn't trying to do anything else I decided to leave it. I mean, all things considered it wasn't hurting me and I found that I quite liked it. It was, um, nice, I guess you could say.

There was some more kissing and then Danny took my hand and pressed it against his groin. Detecting that he had an erection didn't require a Sherlock Holmes. I just left my hand where it was, pressing against him. After a few moments I recalled that Andy would have pulled his little friend out into the light for me to admire. I thought the fact that Danny hadn't was actually a mark in his favour but a minor movement of my hand was enough to let me know that he had undone his zip.

I waited a minute or so and then my hand crept in the open zip and coaxed Danny's little friend out into the light. Not that there was much light as it was night and the car lights were off and we weren't parking under a street light, so you couldn't really see much. Its occasions like this that you use the Braille method to check what you had.

My hand wrapped around his cock, well as far around it as it could go. It seemed to me that his cock was somewhat larger than Andy's as my hand could close around his quite easily. Maybe Andy's would grow when he matures a bit more. Not that I'd ask him.

Now I was just holding Danny's cock. I wasn't stroking it. Or not much, anyway. He seemed to think that this gave him the right to take other liberties with my body. His hand settled on my knee again and started moving up. As soon as it started to go under my dress I caught hold of it. I wasn't pushing it away so much as letting him know it was a case of so far and no further.

"Don't worry so much," he said softly. "I'm just going to do a bit more petting. Um, sort of like the way you're teasing me."

I hastily let him go, blushing furiously.

He laughed and took hold of my hand, pressing it against his cock again. As soon as my hand closed around him his hand returned to my leg, easing up under my dress. As soon as he reached my panties his hand started to rub me through them. This was somewhat more intimate than I'd ever been before and I felt rather peculiar, feeling his hand touching me so intimately.

I gasped when his hand slipped inside my panties. I'd just known that he was going to do that. He was now rubbing me flesh to flesh and I was finding that on my part it was very sensitive flesh. It also registered with me that I'd be a terrible hypocrite to object as I had my own hand touching him just as intimately.

That's the way it went for a few minutes. It might have been one or it might have been five. I was too distracted to determine which. That's when I learnt something new. Once a man's hand is inside your panties those panties seem to just gravitate downwards resulting in them being around your ankles. Not liking how they seemed to tangle my feet together I simply kicked them off. This was all beside the point, the point being that Danny was now petting me rather heavily and I wasn't objecting, even though I knew I should. (I know he wasn't protesting about me petting him in the same manner, but get real. What man would?)

A little more time passed and then Danny picked me up and repositioned me so that I was straddling his legs. No more riding side-saddle but sitting properly. At the same time he lifted me and drew me closer so our bodies were pressing one against the other. At that point he started to lower me. I didn't think anything of it until I realised that at some stage he'd pried his cock loose from my grip and it was standing up between my thighs, brushing against my lips.

He wasn't only brushing against me but pressing into me. The way he had me straddling him meant that my lips were pulled apart and his cock had what could only be called easy access, and his cock wasn't reluctant to take advantage of this fact.

I knew I had to protest and call a halt right there and then but I just couldn't. I was now learning the difference between want and need. I didn't want him to do this but I found that I needed him to. I'm guessing I had a choice as to whether it was go or no but I couldn't say anything. My voice was totally missing in action. Danny, on the other hand, was working on the principle that no protest meant go for it, which I guess it sort of did.

Maybe if my hymen had made a protest when he devirginated me I may have come to my senses but all I felt was a mild sting as he broke through, that sting being totally swallowed up by the feel of his cock sinking into me. Or me sinking onto it, depending on how you look at things.

With me sitting there with that cock stuck all the way up inside me it didn't seem to me that there was much I could do about the situation but make the best of it. That meant riding his cock until the end. I mean, I couldn't see Danny protesting about what was happening. He'd be willing to ride all night if he was a typical boy, which he is.

I'm not sure which of us made the first move but I strongly suspect that it was him, mainly because this was new to me and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I learnt pretty quickly when his cock started moving in and out and I quickly adjusted so that I was riding him nicely. I didn't try to force the pace - what was happening was more than enough for me.

It turned out that the nice pleasurable pace wasn't enough for Danny. He suddenly twisted about, bringing me under him, flat on my back on the seat. I suspect I wouldn't normally be able to lie on the back seat but having my legs wrap around Danny gave me some extra room. That was the moment that Danny started riding me hard and fast, pinning me to the seat and giving me his all just as fast and frequently as he could. He didn't last all that long from that point but it was certainly long enough to bring me to a climax. I started squealing and clinging to him as my climax just ripped through me, flooding me with sensation. From the way Danny was jerking around I suspected that I was also being flooded internally with his juices.

After we were properly dressed and back in the front seat Danny started the car and we headed off towards my place.

"Aren't you going to apologise?" I asked, taking a little swipe at him. "You said you weren't going to have sex with me. A few kisses and a bit of snuggling was what you said."

"And that's what I meant. It just seems to me that we both got a little carried away. As for apologising, are you insane? There's no way in hell I'd apologise for something that I enjoyed the way I enjoyed you. You were far superior to anything I've previously experienced. You were magnificent."

He carried on like that for the rest of the trip home, praising me to the skies and leaving me embarrassed and wondering when we could do it again. He didn't suggest meeting up with me and I wondered if he would. I suspected that he would try and date me, with sex most definitely on his mind.