Going further back in our history, to a time when the raw, filthy passions that we've shared had yet to be unlocked - to a time when innocent explorations and inexperienced hands led us to a place of discovery and an unexpected taste of what was to come...
It's a sunny summer's afternoon, and you are coming to mine to work on a school project together, your maths and physics brain far outweighing mine. After a frustrating couple of hours trying to get me to understand what we are doing, we take a break for a snack and a cold drink. Sitting beside me on my bed, you reach past me to put your glass on the bedside table, accidentally brushing the back of your hand across my chest - naked but for a strappy vest top.
Immediately red with embarrassment, you apologise, ignorant to the jolt of pleasure your touch sent through me. To ease the awkwardness, I make a joke about my nipples standing to attention, and you drag your gaze from the carpet - your pupils betraying you as they widen on seeing my now erect nipples straining against the thin material of my top.
Feeling brave, your eyes meet mine and I read the question in them, nodding my permission. Slowly and with an almost excruciatingly delicate touch, you run the tip of your finger slowly over first one, then the other nipple. Interpreting my response perfectly, you apply a little more pressure, eventually rolling the hard nub between your thumb and finger, and I'm surprised when I gasp, and a slight moan escapes my lips.
My reaction emboldens you and cupping my face tenderly, you place the lightest of kisses on my lips. We've kissed before, usually as dares in games at tipsy parties, but this is different, and with tingles up my spine, I respond, kissing you back, and sliding my hand round to the back of your neck.
Aware now that you are turned on, I decide to overcome my shyness, and let my hand drop to your knee. As I slide my hand up your thigh I feel you tense, excited but unsure. My hand reaches the base of your cock, and I falter, nervous now. You stop kissing me, look into my eyes and whisper "go on, it's ok". Jerkily, I run my hand up over your cock, surprised by the warmth and resistance I feel. You smile and I'm brave enough to have another go, more smoothly this time, and applying a little more pressure. You close your eyes and moan and, pleased with your reaction, I decide to surprise you by rolling my top up, freeing my breasts while you have your eyes closed.
When I stop massaging your cock, you open them and realise what I have done. There's no asking for permission this time as you touch my nipples and assess the feel and weight of my breasts in your cupped hand. Lifting my top over my head, you gently push me backwards into a lying position and move your mouth to place delicate butterfly kisses across my chest, occasionally using your teeth to nibble gently on my nipples. I can't help my natural reaction which is to raise my hips, and your gaze travels down my stomach to the waistband of the shorts I'm wearing. Again your eyes meet mine and I read your thoughts, hooking my thumbs into my shorts and wriggling them down past my hips. You finish the task by pulling them down my legs and throwing them onto the floor.
As I watch them go, and feeling exposed - naked now except for my white knickers - I lose my nerve and scoot under the duvet. Taking charge, you ask if you can join me, and I watch your shorts join mine. Again, reading me perfectly, you do not put any pressure on me, and I snuggle into your chest, our comfortable friendship returning as we laugh and chat about school, our friends and our plans with them at the weekend.
Feeling safe and secure I trace letters and words on your chest, making you guess what I am writing there. Gradually my words get lower and lower until my fingertips register the change in texture from smooth skin to the roughness of coarse hair, and I reach your waistband. Emboldened by the cover of the duvet, I resume running my hand up and down over your cock, feeling it grow beneath your boxers.
The atmosphere changes again, and I prop myself up on one elbow, kissing you harder this time. I make the first move, tugging your boxers down, feeling embarrassed as they get wedged behind the end of your erect cock. Laughing, you free yourself, and pull them down and off.
