"You haven't, then. Got it," she said, possibly disappointed. "I suppose you haven't made it to third base, either, then?"
I tried not to look puzzled, but I'm sure that, even in the dark room, she knew what my face said. She raised both of my hands a little, then lowered them again. "Okay. Before we left last year, that kiss was a first base kind of thing. At least, I hope it was. First base is kind of innocent stuff, but something that gets your motor going, you know? A kiss, some touching, but nothing too serious. But it gets you worked up. Have you done that since last year?"
Slowly, uncertainly, I shook my head. She sighed.
"Well, then," she said. "I guess we'd better start there again." With that, she placed my arms behind her back. She leaned forward until her face was up against mine, and she kissed me. Her lips were warm and soft, and her breath hard and hot. She opened her mouth against my lips, running her tongue over my lips until mine opened and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. With that, she grabbed the back of my head and held us close. I pressed my own tongue against hers, and she let it into her own mouth with a soft moan.
After several moments, she backed up a bit and we separated. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and smiled. "That was pretty good, for a guy who hasn't been practicing." She leaned forward again, and our second kiss of the evening was even more serious. If this was meant to, as she put it, "get my motor running," it certainly did. I could feel this intensity everywhere in my body.
"Now, let's talk about second base," she said. "Most people think of it as boobs." She paused to smile as my eyes flicked to the neckline of her tank top. "We'll get there," she grinned. "Technically, it's more like touching intimate places, but not genitals." She eased one of my hands down to her butt, and I offered no resistance. The denim shorts were softer than I'd expected, and her body felt incredible even through the material.
She moved my other hand to her chest as she leaned back. "That said, we both want you touching my boobs," she whispered. I ran my hand over the curve of her chest, trying hard to make it perfectly obvious that I'd never touched a girl's breasts before, even over her clothes. I slid my hand around from her back and brought it to the front, and cupped both of her breasts, circling the sides.
"Second base is pretty extensive," she said after what might have been a minute or a week. "It's still second base, whether you're touching clothes or skin," she backed up a bit, then reached down and lifted her tank top over her head. She revealed a pink demi-bra as she dropped the shirt on the floor and lay back on the couch. "But skin is a lot more fun, isn't it?"
I moved to the floor and knelt beside her, now kissing her neck and face, my right hand stroking her breasts. Then, I moved my kisses to her chin, and she threw her neck back. I kissed it, then journeyed down her neck to her cleavage, kissing between the cups of her bra even as she sat up a little, reached behind her back, and unhooked it.
She tossed the bra onto the floor with her tank top as I reveled in my first real sight of a woman's breasts in their glory. I'm sure that my attempts to kiss, lick, and suck her nipples and the flesh were clumsy and amateurish, but I tried to make it a celebration of her body as I explored this new territory. After a while, she lifted my own t-shirt and dropped it onto the pile of her clothes. She beckoned me to join her on the couch, and we clung to each other, her breasts pressed against my chest.
She ran a hand down to the seat of my pants and cupped my ass, then moved it back up my chest. "So, that brings us past second base," she said. "On the way to third, we have an interesting little place called short stop, and there's a lot of debate about what that means, it turns out," she said. She ran her hand down to the front of my pants this time, pressing against the bulge that I was trying not to make too obvious.
"Third base means touching genitals, but not with each other's genitals," she said. "But exactly what makes the difference between stopping short and third base isn't universally agreed upon. Some say, it's touching through clothes," she curled her fingers around my erection, through the khakis. "Some people think it's if only one of us is touching the other." With her other hand, she took my left hand and placed it on the front of her shorts. She moved my hand down until it was between her legs. "Move in small circles until I let you know it's right," she whispered in my ear. I did, and she gasped when it was right. I felt myself getting harder when I realized what was happening with her, and her hand on my dick moved more eagerly, too, sometimes stroking and sometimes squeezing.
She grabbed my hand to make me stop, and panted at me, "Undo the buttons," she said, lying on her back. Using both hands, I undid the four buttons on her shirts as gently but smoothly as I could, which was pretty clumsy. I spread the shorts open, revealing her pale panties. In the dim light, I wasn't sure if they were pink or white. I didn't really care at that point. I eased her shorts down her legs as she lifted her hips for me, and I again put my hand between her legs. The warm wetness was easier to find than with her shorts on, and I soon had her panting. She unbuttoned my pants at some point, but had moved her hands back to herself as she began to get more and more excited. "Do this," she panted, drumming her fingers on my arm. My hand on her panties copied the move, and she rocked against me harder.
She moaned and thrust her hips to my hand, and I kept on stroking. "Put your thumb on my clit!" she gasped. "Up a little. To the left," with a few more directions, I got my thumb where she wanted it, and I felt the raised nub of flesh. "Right there!" she panted. And then, in a moment, "Oh, God! I'm coming!" She bucked against me a few more times, gasping and panting. She rolled to her side and opened up my pants, pushing them to the floor. She then barely took a moment before tugging down my boxers.
My hard-on pointed straight in front of me, straight at Margot, as the cloth left it free. Margot reached out with her right hand and began to run it up and down my shaft. I felt my eyes roll back as she touched me. Then, she leaned forward and kissed the tip. The second kiss nearly drove me wild, and when she wrapped her hand around the base and took the tip into her mouth, I threw my head back and moaned.
