"Well get up already, people are starting to look." That was a lie. The couple had turned and walked off paying us no mind and there was nobody else around. I knew it, she knew it.
I saw the spark of mischief flash behind her eyes a split second before she snapped into action directly attacking my armpits with her fingertips. Reflexively my elbows snapped down to my sides and my hips bridged to try to buck her off. If we were on the mats I wouldn't have any trouble getting out from under someone so much smaller than me, but typically my opponents didn't resort to such unsportsmanlike tactics such as tickling.
After a brief struggle I once again had her wrists in my hands, but as I had come down from my bridge I had shoved her pretty hard. She was no longer kneeling astride my chest - had landed directly astride my lap.
It took me a moment to catch my breath before I was really able to assess the damage. If our position was compromising before, it was straight up scandalous now. I mean, it was still fine. It was just Kaylee. If it were anybody else I imagine I would have thought twice and stopped things right there.
I was holding her wrists tightly and keeping her assault contained but I knew I had to keep my eyes fixed on her face to see if she was going to glance down. The pressure she was exerting on me as she sat astride my lap felt nice - as shameful as that was - but I didn't dare look down to see if my erection was obvious. If I had her eyes would have been sure to follow mine and then I would be in a world of embarrassment.
So instead our eyes remained locked and we stayed frozen like that for what seemed like minutes. It was taking every ounce of my willpower to not squeeze my glutes and push back into the pressure she was exerting on my lap. I was fighting against a raw instinctual urge and wouldn't be able to hold out for long. I had to wonder if she was fighting the same urge. There was no way she couldn't feel the rock she was sitting on in the middle of my lap. Her face didn't betray any understanding of the situation though, so we just remained frozen in place, waiting to see who was going to move first. Maybe that's what made it ok. Neither of us wanted to acknowledge what was obviously happening.
She was the first to break our standoff. I saw her begin to glance down so as quickly as I could I made a move to try to get out from under her. In hindsight I probably should have tried a little harder. She rolled her hips slightly and leaned on her wrists over my chest to keep me pinned. As she rolled forward, her pubic mound rolled up my shaft. Between the half-assedness of my escape move and her leverage over my body I didn't make any progress towards breaking free, but as much as I hated to admit it to myself the struggle itself felt pretty good. As part of my escape (or maybe, whether or not I was willing to admit it to myself, just because it felt good) I had flexed my glutes up towards her. No matter my reasoning behind it, the move had left me in quite the predicament.
If I had relaxed once we settled into our stable position, she would have known that I had been flexed. She would definitely feel me move between her legs, and it might bring to her focus the stiffness separating us. Still, as we were her mound was smashed up against me and I could feel every small movement she made. Every breath, every little movement she made to stabilize herself on top of me was varying the pressure ever so slightly. Her tiny movements on top of me felt so good. A little too good if I was being honest with myself. I got caught up in that feeling for one second too long, and I heard her giggle.
I refocused on her face. Her eyes were cast downward between her legs. My cheeks immediately burned hot. I knew I was busted.
Her eyes came back up to meet mine and she bit her lip and let out a tiny voiceless grunt as she thrust her hips forward sharply. It was raw. It was primal. But mostly it just felt amazing.
It wasn't like I was completely inexperienced. I had made out with girls before. And of course I had jerked off countless times. But this was my first time with a girl on top of me grinding like that. It caught me off guard how much better it felt. Something about the pressure between those parts of our bodies, even through our clothes, felt exponentially better than my hand or any pillow ever had.
I knew I had to look down at myself to assess the damage. The cat was out of the bag anyway, so I just went for it. Luckily I found I was still completely contained within my shorts. My waistband had settled behind the head of my dick, which was causing me to strain hard against the fabric on the front of my shorts.
Kaylee slowly sat up. Neither of us said one word about truces or bothered to acknowledge what was happening between our legs but the entire energy of the moment had changed. I released her wrists and her hands went to her knees.
She sat there still for a moment perched on her knees straddling my lap. Her back was arched more than could have possibly been comfortable, but it served its purpose in increasing the pressure between her mound and me. The outline of my hard shaft was unmistakable through my tan shorts. I was hot-dogged perfectly in the crease that the seam of her too-tight jeans shorts made.
It all just felt so unreal. I had a hard time believing it was happening. It felt like she just happened to be sitting there coincidentally, and that I was somehow to blame for being inappropriate by being so turned on by it. Meanwhile my instincts were yelling at me to thrust forward and up. They were yelling at me to drive my dick into her. A narrow two-inch patch of frayed denim was all that was standing between us. Her shorts were so short I could see where her bare inner thighs turned concave as they approached her sex. I could just loop a finger in there, pull everything aside and take a peek...
That wouldn't be right though. It would definitely cross the line into cheating on Mandy. Besides - it wouldn't work. Her shorts were so tight they looked like they were painted on. It also just felt wrong - naughty or something. I would love to say it was because I was thinking about Mandy, but it was more because it was Kaylee. We didn't have that kind of relationship. We were just two friends wrestling in the park.
Despite the strictly platonic nature of my predicament when I thought about how close I was to seeing everything, about how tight her shorts were and about the remote possibility that she might be getting some pleasure by rubbing up against me it started to become too much to handle. It took a while for that last thought to fully form but once it did, an all too familiar warmth beginning to radiate at the tip of my cock.
While it felt amazing it was a wholly unwelcome feeling. I knew I couldn't give in to that here. Not only would I would die of embarrassment, I knew that something about the act of actually cumming would push me from the realm of incidental contact among friends to straight out cheating. I knew I had to stop daydreaming or I was going to lose control. I looked at the tree next to us to try to think about something, anything else. Once I got control of my urges and the warmth started to recede I looked up at Kaylee.
My eyes followed from her hands on her thighs up her arms. Her shoulders were slightly shrugged from how she was bracing herself on her thighs, causing her small perky tits to press together under her thin rock band shirt. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, but I knew I couldn't let my eyes linger on her chest for too long or I would undo all of my hard tree-staring work.
It was like she was waiting for me to look up at her and meet her gaze. When our eyes finally met she was staring down at me with a look of surprise and amusement. Her lips were slightly parted with the faintest hint of a smile.
Her emerald eyes remained drilled into mine as she slowly reached out with her right hand and touched my stomach. She raised her eyebrows at me ever so slightly as if she were asking for permission. I didn't react. I probably should have. She made a tickling motion with her fingertips. It wasn't malicious and it certainly didn't tickle, but I acted as though it did.
I lifted my hips into her making a show like I was trying to get away from the "relentless onslaught." I twisted and writhed my hips back and forth to really drive the point home. Her mouth opened wider as she went along for the ride as if I was a bucking mechanical bull; she locked down onto me matching my movements. With each movement, each little wiggle rubbed our parts together giving me delightful pressure that I was reluctant to admit I was enjoying. My feigned escape attempt only lasted for thirty seconds or so when once again I felt the electric warm early warning signs of an impending orgasm building in the tip of my dick. My balls were screaming at me to let them empty. I knew I was getting frightfully close to the edge. I knew I had to stop. I often balled up a pillow or occasionally just humped my hand into my mattress to get myself off at home, but I was always careful to have some tissue nearby or strategically placed as a barrier for the impending explosion. This was happening so much faster than when I did it at home though. I knew if I kept it up any longer I was about to have a mess to deal with so I lowered my hips back to the grass.