Everyone in this fictional story is over 18. I hope you enjoy the story.
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Mike and Jamie had known each other for several years. Although they lived in different cities, they were members of the same church denomination, so they would see each other several times a year at conventions, retreats, camps, etc. While they were together, they enjoyed each other's company. They would hold hands, kiss, and do some light touching over their clothes. Nothing serious as Jamie's parents made it clear to her that they would disown her if she became pregnant before she was married.
Jamie was a petite girl, standing 5-foot-tall, barely weighing 100 lbs. with short auburn hair, green eyes, and B cups. Mike was short for a guy, around 5' 7", weighing 140 lbs. With brown hair and brown eyes.
The time came for Jamie's high school graduation, and Mike made the hour drive to attend both the ceremony and the reception. After the reception ended, Mike hung out with Jamie at her house. They were sitting on the couch in the basement, the TV was on, but they weren't paying attention to it. They were talking about their lives up to this point, and their future plans. They both planned to attend college in Jamie's town, and they were excited about the opportunity to spend more time with each other. When the conversation lagged, they started to pay attention to the TV. Neither one of them knew what the show was, and it was only mildly interesting. They cuddled together, and their hands began to wander.
At first, it was mild; his hand was on her waist, while her hand was on his knee. Soon after, her hand had drifted up his thigh while his hand moved to her breast. They shifted positions to get a better feel and started kissing. Small quick pecks at first, but then her lips started to linger longer and longer. Soon, their tongues were caressing, and their hands wandered more. Mike's hand made its way under her shirt and rested on her stomach, while hers reached up and cupped his dick. Mike's dick was getting hard, and it was starting to be uncomfortable, but he didn't care. This was farther than he'd ever been with a girl.
Jamie was glad that he had moved his hand from her breast to her stomach. She craved the skin-on-skin contact, but she wished that he would move up her torso. She moved her hand to the top of his jeans, reaching down to try to feel the tip of his dick; Mike moved his hand up and under her bra, caressing her tit with his hand. He then started to massage her nipple with his thumb. Jamie shivered inside. This was the first boy she had touched like that, and it felt amazing.
Mike couldn't take it anymore. He removed his hand from Jamie's shirt and reached down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Jamie took this opportunity to remove her shirt and bra, tossing both of them onto the floor. She laid down on the couch, her body draped across his. They looked at each other and smiled. Mike reached out and continued to massage her tits. Jamie reached for his now rock-hard cock and freed it from the confines of his boxer briefs. She started sliding her hand up and down the shaft, and a jolt of electricity flowed through Mike's body. He'd never had anyone else touch his cock. Their breathing grew heavier and he leaned down to kiss her, plunging his tongue into her mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, he broke off the kiss.
"Dare we?" he asked.
"Dare we what?" she responded.
Mike reached down, unbuttoned her pants, hooked his thumbs inside the waistbands, and started to slide them down. Jamie reached for his hands and stopped him.
"I really want to," she said, "do you have any protection?"
Mike paused. He didn't have a condom. He didn't think things would progress this far. "No," he said, a hint of rejection in his voice.
"I can't. Not without a way to protect ourselves," she said, the disappointment in her tone was noticeable.
They sat there for a moment, motionless, unsure what to say next. Jamie's eyes lit up.
"Use your fingers," she suggested, "and I'll use my hand."
"It's not the same," Mike replied.
"I know, but it's the best we can do right now."
Jamie pushed Mike's hands down and lowered her pants to give him clear access to her pussy. She then took his right hand and guided it to her, through the auburn hair, and into her slit. She was incredibly wet. She rubbed his fingers up and down a couple of times, his fingers just entering her folds. Mike took over and continued to rub for a few more moments. Jamie leaned back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of being touched by someone else. She had touched herself before, but this was different. Suddenly, she felt a rush of joy and Mike slid two fingers inside of her. She gasped and leaned forward.
"Are you OK," he asked.
"More than OK," she replied.
Mike continued to slide his fingers in and out. Jamie reached over and grabbed Mike's cock. It had softened during the rejection but had stiffened again with his finger fucking. Mike inhaled sharply when she grabbed him. He had felt that same jolt as before.
"Are you OK," she asked.
"More than OK."
She slowly started stroking him, gently at first, and tightening her grip as she increased her tempo. He increased the speed of his fingers to match her pace. They moaned together, their pace quickening, their breaths turning into gasps.
"Jesus Jamie, I'm close," Mike said in-between gasps.
"Me too," she replied.
After a few more thrusts with his fingers, Jamie let out a muffled squeal, trying not to be too loud. Mike felt her pussy clamp down on his fingers, pulsing around them. He stopped with his fingers fully inside her. Hearing her squeal pushed Mike over the edge--his cock erupted, shooting cum into the air. He let out a final groan, his body convulsing as he spurted. As their simultaneous orgasms subsided, they lay together in the afterglow.
"Wow. I've never felt anything like that before," she said.
