I wish I could have said that my girlfriend got to sleep with me on our weekend trip with my parents because they were cool with us having sex as 18-year-old seniors. Maybe they were, but the truth was my girlfriend was pretty religious, and they wouldn't have expected anything to be happening.
And they were right. The ski lodge they had rented was quiet as everyone slept, but my girlfriend Sally and I were making out in bed. I enjoyed these times, but they did make me hard and uncomfortable when we finished. It was even worse tonight. Usually we were in a car fumbling on the seats. Tonight we were in a bed just in our pajamas. I knew that all that stood between me and seeing a live girl's naked body for the first time were some thin, easily removed clothes. I knew she wasn't even wearing a bra.
So she probably wasn't surprised when I tried to slide my hand from her back to her breasts. It wasn't the first time since we had started dating. But she gently intercepted it and put it back. It wasn't the first time for that, either. Still she kept on making out with me, which was very nice, except for the raging erection I was getting. I tried to channel my thoughts somewhere else.
A few minutes later she broke the kiss and lay on her back as I stayed propped on one elbow. We had kicked the blankets down, so I could see her in the moonlight. I breathed deeply as I took in the view. The thin shirt was lying on her pert, medium breasts, and I could see the bumps of her nipples. I could also see a bare bit of stomach and even the tops of her light panties where her pajama bottoms had come down a bit. It was killing me to know that I could just slide up her shirt or tug down her bottoms. But of course I wouldn't.
"I made a new friend at church," she said. This would help with my erection, I sourly thought. I had gone to her youth group a few times, but just to spend time with her. I didn't disbelieve, exactly, but I was at best ambivalent. She was fully bought in. I mm-hmmed politely.
"Her name's Maria, and she's kind of a hippie." I kept my polite smile in place. "She has all sorts of different ideas."
"Like what?"
"Well, she thinks that people like to kiss because God made us like kissing." It seemed like circular reasoning, but I didn't consider religion logically sound in other ways. "Kissing gives us pleasure, and God made us able to enjoy pleasure. And in her mind, if God made our bodies able to enjoy pleasure, wasn't pleasure of all kinds blessed by God?" This was a view I could get behind.
"That's a reasonable idea," I said. "But where does it stop? Your friend must realize that kissing is okay, but churches frown on too much pleasure. Like sex. At least before marriage." I was very aware of her church's view on that.
She nodded. "I asked that, too. She pointed out that when those rules were set out, people married younger, so it lined up well with God's plans for getting pleasure from their bodies." She paused. "She also says that those rules benefit men who want to make sure a kid is really theirs. That that's a rule by men, not God." I didn't think this was some big revelation, but I could tell my girlfriend hadn't really thought about it before.
I put my hand to my chest and sighed dramatically. "Should you wish to have sex, my dear, I volunteer as tribute." She snorted and gave me a light punch.
"I'll take some more kissing, though." And so I bent down, locked my lips with hers, and tried to calm my erection some more.
It had been a few minutes when my girlfriend upended our make-out sessions. She grabbed my hand and quickly put it on her breast.
I broke the kiss and looked at her. "Maybe a bit more pleasure," she said with a shy tone.
I wasn't going to argue. I gave her breast a squeeze and we both gasped. It felt so amazing. I rubbed both of them, and stroked and pulled the nipple poking at the thin fabric. I wanted to feel their naked flesh, pull the bare nipple into my mouth. But even this was so magical, I didn't want to do anything to break the spell.
As we made out, she rolled on top of me, and I got to enjoy her breasts as they hung down. She stopped kissing me and looked at me.
"Are they... are they okay?" She sounded nervous. "I know guys like large breasts..." I put a finger to her lips.
"Honey, they feel amazing. I feel like it's magic." She gave a big smile and sat up, straddling me. My hands flew to her chest; I was still amazed she was letting me do this.
And then she changed everything. Again.
She crossed her arms, reached to the hem of her pajama top, and pulled it over her head and off. The moonlight was strong enough for me to see her naked breasts. Her nipples were pale in the light. I knew from pictures I had seen online that Sally's breasts were on the small side of medium, but they were the first boobs I had seen or felt in person. And I learned that when a woman is sitting on you and takes off her top, it doesn't matter what size her breasts are. I reached my hands up again and enjoyed the feel of her firm, naked breasts.
On instinct, I sat up and locked my lips onto her bare nipple. She sighed in pleasure as I sucked her flesh into my mouth and caressed the hard nub with my tongue. She put her hands behind my head and pulled me even closer. As I sucked on her pert tit, she began to slide back and forth along my hard cock.
Reluctantly, I removed my mouth. "I need a break," I said, panting. "Or things will get messy." I gestured at my lap.
"It's okay; I understand," she said. I flopped down, and she bent forward.
"Hold on," I said. I reached down and pulled my own shirt off. She lay back down and I thrilled at the feel of her naked chest against mine.
We lay there for a bit, flesh against flesh, as I tried to ease my hard-on. I had had lots of practice redirecting my energy during our make-out sessions, but not with her half-naked on top of me. I tried not to think about her naked breasts hanging around my cock.
"What if..." she started and paused. Things had gone so amazingly so far, I had no idea what she might mean. Or, rather, I had a million ideas. "What if it was okay if things got messy?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, because I knew what I wanted it to mean.
"I know guys need relief, or it hurts."
"That's true." It was true, but I was also eager to see where this would go.
"I know this has happened before. With me. How do you fix it?"
I thought for a moment. But might as well be honest. "As soon as I can, I pleasure myself so I can have some relief."
She kissed my chest. "Poor baby." She paused again. "Can I do it for you?"
"Really?"
I felt her nod. "It's because of me you're like this, right? It seems fair I should help give you relief."
"Uh, sure," I said. "I would love that. But you don't have to."
She scooted forward. I felt her naked body slide against mine, and she kissed me on the lips. "I want to. Tell me what to do. Tell me what you do."
A million thoughts flashed through my mind. What could I tell her to do? But I finally settled on what I actually did. And I thought of how I could push it, just a little.
"This... this is embarrassing to describe."
"Tell me what you do," she purred above me, her breasts hanging down.