My girlfriend and I met when we were seniors in high school and had fallen in love fairly quickly. Now, we were both 18 and as a red-blooded 18 year old American male I was, of course, trying to get in her pants but, being a good Catholic girl she was having none of it.
So, lets fast forward two years. I enlisted while still in high school and had been in the Marine Corps almost two years when this occurs. I had received orders to Japan and was going to be leaving in a few days. We were out in her parent's garage where we had found a nice spot where her dad had put the seat from the family van when it wasn't needed. It was a great place to sit and make out and by this stage in our relationship she had become an expert cocksucker and would let me do anything I wanted to too her tits, but still no fucking.
Her dad's car sat directly in front of the van seat where we used to sit and make out and this particular night, he had been a little late so the engine was still warm. "Katie" and I had gone out to dinner and she had gotten a little jealous, because the waitress who served us was a girl from my Senior class who had had a crush on me, only I didn't know it. She was really cute, had nice, perky 19 year old girl tits (probably a B+ cup) and she made no bones about still having a crush. (As it turns out, Katie had known about this girl' having a crush on me, but, gee go figure, had never mentioned it to me)
Our server made a point of giving me her phone number when Katie was in the Lady's Room and had given me a nice view of her tits when she bent over to hand it to me and let her peasant blouse fall open so I could almost see her nipples. S he was pretty hot, but I never phoned her, so can't tell you if she was a fuck-bunny.
We got back to Katie's house about 11P.M. and she told me to park up the street from the garage. She wanted to go directly into the garage and not let her parents know we were back. They really weren't wild about us sitting out there at night and would occasionally send her little sister out to check up on us. She had had me stop at a 7/11 on the way back, saying she wanted some breath mints. We went into the garage and made our way to our spot and she was on me in a flash. She told me that she had
"something special for me tonight" and hoped I would appreciate it.
We were seriously making out! Tongues down throats, hands roaming all over each other. You know the drill. Then, she stopped for a second and pushed me to arm's length. She had on one of my favorite of her tops. An incredible deep red Kashmir sweater that clung to the shape of her breasts and invited your hands to explore them. She reached down and grabbed the waist of the sweater and pulled it off over head, there was no light in the garage except from the moon coming in through a window, but she was gorgeous sitting there in a short skirt and her bra.
She smiled and reached behind her back, unhooking her bra in a second and slipping the straps off of her shoulders, leaving her breasts covered by the cups. She slowly reached up and pealed first one and then the other cup away from her sweet, soft globes and smiled a shy smile at me. I could see that she was actually blushing, even though she had been topless in front of me hundreds times.
I was VERY familiar with these wonderful tits. They were, in fact, the first tits I had ever seen naked or had my hands and lips on. As I started to reach for her, she said