Peter's Lucy Night

It was the summer after my senior year, and the late summer air seemed almost unnaturally still as I stood on the porch, waiting for Elise to let me inside. It was sweltering, and the sounds of crickets chirping in the hydrangeas that lined the sides of her parents' house was the only sign of life. Even the front light was off, shrouding the entry in darkness. I glanced up to the clear sky, stars twinkling down, and suddenly I saw it. A tiny shooting star blazed across the sky, disappearing after a moment so short that it made me question whether I'd seen the lucky omen or not. As I ogled the sky, looking for some proof, some signal from above, I was interrupted by the soft scraping of the door. Reluctantly, I turned.

"Elise, why--" I began, but she shushed me and beckoned for me to come inside. I followed closely.

"You know my neighbor is always on a hair trigger. I didn't want to let the whole block know you're here. But I'm so glad you came, Peter," she whispered, wrapping her arms around my waist. I paused, soaking in the feeling of her petite frame nestled up against mine and taking a deep breath of her sweetly fragrant brown hair. She felt so good up against me, and I couldn't help but feel a telltale stirring between my legs at the feeling of her ample tits pressed to my sternum. She wore a flowy wool top that scratched against my arms as I moved to return her embrace. She turned her head up towards me and murmured, "Did you park down the block like I said?"

"Of course. Would he really be that nosy, though?"

Elise snorted. "You really wouldn't believe that guy. He called the cops when my parents had a different dogsitting company stop by on vacation once."

I laughed softly. "Well, I'm glad I listened to your instructions. But if you're so worried, then why not wait for our date Saturday? I thought I was going to take you out for sushi?"

She grinned mischievously and pulled away, tugging my hand to urge me to follow as she descended the stairs towards the basement. "My parents are away at a dinner party tonight, with the Resneck family."

"So?" We'd hung out without her parents before. But much to my disappointment, it seemed like the one thing that seemed to kill the mood for Elise was the fear of her parents returning and catching us up to anything that they wouldn't approve of. And she wasn't even wrong--her dad was mind-bogglingly strict. We'd hardly had any time to ourselves, and while we'd done some heavy petting and making out, that was about as far as our relationship had gone, physically.

With a laugh, she tugged me through the doorway of her bedroom and we collapsed on her bed, which was covered in a soft green comforter. "The Resnecks live like, an hour away. And before you called, my parents posted a video on Facebook. They're both sloshed at the party. If there's one thing I know about my parents, it's that they are responsible. They've stayed over at the Resneck's before after one of these things. So there's no way they're coming back before 10am tomorrow."

I felt my cock begin to harden, climbing over her and brushing her hair away from her face before sinking into a deep kiss with her. "You're saying that we have the place to ourselves here? For as long as we want?" I kissed her again, sucking gently on her lip as our tongues met, and she let loose a tiny moan. I grinned and brought one hand to her narrow waist, right where her wool shirt's edge had begun to creep up, showing a sliver of pale white skin that I traced with a fingertip. It was bold, and I felt a shred of doubt. While I'd imagined the opportunity to spend this sort of intimate time with Elise a hundred times, I'd never gotten the opportunity to even see her naked yet, and I'd never even gone further than some awkward groping through all of high school so far. Despite my fears, I gulped a swallow of air and let my fingers continue, tracing up her waist to her ribs, then drifting higher, beginning to push the shirt up.

She moaned at the touch, and I felt my cock twitch in my boxers even as she pulled away from the kiss, pushing me to sit next to her on the bed. I could tell she was still nervous, despite her inviting me here. Hell, she could be even more nervous, since now there was no convenient excuse to keep us from doing whatever we wanted. The possibilities spiraled in my head as she suggested we put on a movie, and we picked out an old rom-com.

I couldn't help but admire her gorgeous body while she futzed with the TV and lit a scented candle on top of her dresser. Elise was maybe 5'4", with perky tits and gorgeous, smooth, pale skin that drew my eye anytime it was on display. Her wool shirt was slightly cropped, leaving a gap that played along the top of her dark-wash jeans. As she closed the door to her bedroom, she paused, as though thinking something through. With a quick motion, still facing away from me, she stuck her hands in her waistband and tugged her pants down to the floor, baring her smooth legs to the cool basement air. I was captivated as her pert ass was exposed, covered only by a pair of lace-trimmed panties in a deep burgundy color that somehow complemented her skin tone perfectly.

She turned towards me shyly, brown eyes searching as though for approval. I couldn't help but take her in, my breath shaking too. It felt like there was an electric charge to the air between us, and she stepped out of her jeans and towards me. "It's pretty warm out... while we watch, maybe we ought to match?" she eyed my jeans speculatively. She didn't have to tell me twice. I yanked them off, and stood to face her as she approached the bed again.

Our lips met as we fell into each others gravity. I pulled her softness to press against me, my hand reaching around to trace the bottom of her panties, and I felt her breath catch. We were desperate, kissing hungrily, our tongues tangling and tasting in a way that felt inevitable. I let my hands roam her body in ways I'd never gotten to feel before, the thin material of her panties the only thing between our skin.

As the tips of my fingers moved towards her core and brushed her dark underwear, she inhaled deeply and pulled away from the kiss. "We should watch the movie, Peter."

I felt a burst of nerves, averting my eyes from her, trying to hide my disappointment. "Of course, sorry. I didn't mean to--"

She leaned up and kissed me lightly again. "Don't apologize. It's so perfect, and I want you too. But I want tonight to be special. I don't want this to just be about... that."

We sat back on her bed to watch the movie, but I couldn't help but wonder what exactly she had in mind when she said "that". I had barely gotten to second base with Elise before, and before that I'd only just kissed another girl when I was younger. It was impossible not to keep stealing glances at her throughout the film's runtime, obsessing over the idea of getting to finally slide my fingers into her waistband, and maybe she'd even touch my cock. If I was lucky, she'd wrap her hands around my cock, jerk me off, or even lick me. I couldn't get the idea of her soft, small hands straining to contain my girth out of my head.

Elise was curled up against my chest, and as I pictured this bounty of delights that might lie before us tonight, I felt my cock growing hard again, desperate for the images dancing through my mind. I could feel it stiffen, twitching with every movement she made, and I felt a droplet of precum starting to dampen the place where the tip of my 7-inch dick strained to escape the thin layer of fabric holding it back. The movie was wrapping up, and Elise twisted against me, letting out a satisfied sigh. Suddenly, her hands landed on my thighs, beginning to trace patterns on me as she looked up and we locked eyes.

"Have you been thinking about this?" she asked, hands finally reaching my stiff cock, gently starting to caress me, before looking down suddenly as she reached my damp tip. She looked up with confusion and consternation. "Did you... um... cum?"

I laughed. "No, it's just precum. Through the whole movie, I couldn't stop thinking about touching you, baby." I hadn't thought about the ways in which Elise's parents and their strictness might have affected her own knowledge about these things. I knew she was sometimes shockingly in the dark about some things, but since our relationship had stayed mostly chaste, I really had no idea where the limits of her knowledge were. "Believe me, you'll know when I cum."

She blushed bright red, but she didn't remove her hand, and actually started to tug down my underwear shyly. "Sorry..." As my underwear hit the floor, she cupped my stiff member and slowly slid her finger along my dripping tip of me, eliciting a moan. It felt so good, the first time she'd touched me this way. Her fingers were soft and small, but were quickly made slick as another bead of precum dripped down the front of my cock, and I couldn't help but moan again.

Despite the waves of pleasure that washed over me as I received my first handjob from Elise, I pulled my focus away from my slippery cock to reach down between Elise's legs and start to tease her back. I ran it along her delicate inner thighs and up, up, up, towards her core. When my finger traced across the outlines of her pussy, she inhaled deeply in pleasure, but didn't push me away this time, and I continued my teasing while she played with my bare cock. I noted a wet spot on the cotton that hadn't been there before the movie, and began to trace spirals around it, with her twitching every time my finger reached the front of her. She seemed so sensitive, her strokes on my own cock slowing as she lost herself in the pleasure. I paused momentarily and tugged her shirt off, over her head, and took her in in just her panties and bra. It was a matched set, crimson and lacy, with a soft texture as I ran my hands over her perfectly rounded tits.

She glanced up at me shyly, and smiled a little. "Do I look ok? I'm only a C cup." She took one of her precum-sticky hands and ran it in an alluring trace from her collarbone to the edge of her bra.

I was captivated by the sight of the sparkling trail, my own juices, had left on her. My mouth was hanging agape for a second before I could even formulate a response. "You're perfect Elise, I need you so bad." Her body was perfect, creamy-smooth skin everywhere, her legs shaved and soft, and I leaned in to kiss her, our tongues entwining as she moaned. I couldn't help but slip my fingers back down to her waistband, this time letting them venture beneath her underwear for the first time.

I felt her gasp as my fingers touched her there, her mound shaved and smooth. My middle finger parted her instantly and pressed against everywhere at once, and I dragged it slowly from her tight, wet hole forward. She shuddered, our kiss hitching as her breath caught, and with only a few soft circles as I found where her clit must be for the first time, she began to shake uncontrollably, breathing hard into my mouth. I couldn't believe it! She had cum almost instantly, with just my finger making contact with her.

Her breathing slowly returned to normal and we broke the kiss with my fingers playing around her most sensitive parts. She inhaled once more and then looked up at me. "Peter..." She paused, then looked away as though she felt worried. "I want to admit something. I'm... not a virgin."

I paused in confusion at the timing of this revelation. I wasn't obsessed with virginity, but we'd both known each other for a long while and she'd only dated one other guy, back when she was really young. "That's ok.. I'm surprised you and Keith, uh. But it's fine! I am, though. Just so long as we're sharing."

She blushed again and looked down. "No! Nothing happened between me and Keith back then. But I mean, I... sometimes at night, I think about you and I can't help but let my fingers go down there and then that happens..."

I laughed a little. "Elise, just because you touch yourself doesn't make you not a virgin."

She looked confused. "But I think I... cum? when it happens! Wasn't that what made it feel so good?"

"Yeah, it seemed like it! But I've cum a ton of times too. It's when you get together with someone else and do... you know... well, that's the thing that makes you not a virgin anymore." I fumbled for my words.

She brightened. "Oh! I... I guess I was confused."

I reassured her, but as we cuddled back into her bed, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, I felt a little nervous. I didn't want to stop, but I had to be extra careful to not push too much, since she was so new to all of this. It was those strict parents of hers, I supposed.

As we continued to make out, slowly getting back to it, I began to trace all over her warm, soft legs again, and she sighed in pleasure. "I can't believe I'm a virgin," she giggled. "I really thought that because my parents always told me it was a sin to touch myself like that... wow. And here I was thinking this was like, not a big deal, to finally get to spend this time with you."

I swallowed, my still-stiff cock throbbing again. "So... You want to keep going?"

She nodded, her delicate fingers wrapping my cock and beginning to stroke again. I let out a moan. "I may be a virgin," she whispered to me, "but I need you tonight, Peter."

My cock twitched between her fingers, a massive bead of precum sliding down its length over her fingers. I couldn't pull my eyes away from her while she giggled, playing with my sticky fluid. "Wow, there's so much, and you said this is just before?"

I nodded. "I haven't cum for a few days, so it might be sort of a big load when I do cum."

She looked at me with a devious grin. "Oh really?" She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor in a limp heap. "You already made me cum once. Are you thinking about how you want me to make you cum? I could make you shoot your load all over my tits, or maybe you could get your sticky jizz all over my little shaved pussy," she purred.

I could do nothing but moan in response as she got up and leaned over me. I sank back onto the bed further as she took my slick cock and pressed her body against mine, trapping it between us. Starting between her ample tits, she moved sinuously up my body, coming up to kiss me. I drank her in deeply, desperately trying to control myself and keep from just finishing with my cock trapped between her small, lithe body and my own gently muscular frame.

Despite a few shuddering twitches, I was able to calm down as we made out. Our forms were pressed fully together, separated only by the thin cotton of her panties. She positioned her hips with our lips still clasped, and began to grind her covered mound directly against my dripping cock. By this time, the fabric of her panties was totally soaked where she was most sensitive, and the warmth of her mound radiated through the panties like there was nothing there at all. It was incredible, and with ever rolling stroke, it felt like I was building towards the biggest ejaculation of my life.

Her breathing grew ragged as she continued to press against me, and our lips broke apart as I moved my lips to her neck, savoring the shudder my kiss there elicited. I let my tongue trail gently from my mouth, leaving a slick trail in a gentle curve down her collarbone as I sought her rounded tits. She switched to a quicker pace but smaller strokes as I could tell she was nearing another orgasm, her voice repeating little moans of "Oh, oh," as I finally reached her perfect breast. I couldn't help but flick my tongue across her nipple first, then sucked gently around her small, soft areola.

"Don't stop, don't stop," She breathed, a hitch in her voice. I didn't need the encouragement, gently toying with her nipple, sucking more insistently then less, letting my other hand trace a circle on her other breast. Finally, as she took a deep breath, I pressed my tongue against her and let it circle quickly around her areola.

She could no longer hold back, and I felt her convulsing, rubbing greedily against my dripping, bare cock. She was completely run over with pleasure, gasping against my ear, kissing my neck, her whole body shaking. Somehow, my endurance managed to hold on, perhaps only because in her pleasure she hadn't kept up the consistent stroking against me.

As the gale died down, she rolled off me with a sigh of pleasure, then looked over at my bare cock, still trembling and hard. "Peter... that was so incredible. I'm going to be thinking about your lips on my tits when I touch myself next." She blushed slightly, as if taken aback that she'd been brave enough to let the words pass her lips. As she lay there, breathing heavily still, she glanced down at me again. "But I didn't make you cum yet. I'm not very... could you tell me what I can do for you?"

I was overwhelmed by the possibilities. Elise, totally willing, ready to do whatever I asked of her. My entire brain froze up, barely able to compute. Suddenly all the options that seemed available sounded so obscene. Haltingly, I stuttered out, "Maybe you could let me rub between your tits again."

She nodded softly, looking back up at me with those huge brown eyes. Without a word, she was dropping to the floor and I sat up near the edge of the bed. She eyed my sopping cock and I saw her tongue lick her upper lip gently, but first she leaned towards me, catching my hard cock between her soft, warm C-cups. Pressing her hands on either side and over the top, she began to move up and down. It was like heaven, the sensation like nothing I'd ever felt before. Her tits were slick with my precum and the rounded, smooth skin felt overwhelming.

She increased her pace, tits bouncing a little with each stroke, and our eyes locked as she looked up at me adoringly. I watched, entranced, as she shifted her hand to let one hand drop to her side, then allowed it to creep down to her underwear. My breathing grew thick as she began to touch herself, groaning as my cock began to twitch. I felt my balls tightening, a sign that I was getting close, when suddenly she stopped. "I need to get out of these," she explained breathily, pulling at her panties. I moaned, the pressure beginning to drop, another milky tear of precum dropping from my tip. As she adjusted, I watched the bead roll down her flat stomach towards her now-bare mound, where I lost track of it. An image flitted across my mind of a health classroom and a balding teacher lecturing me and my classmates about how even one drop of precum could get a girl pregnant. But we'd had the panties between us before, and surely even if our juices were mixing there, there couldn't be a risk of anything like that, right? I dismissed it, but the thought had brought me away from the peak of pleasure. Then I remembered that Elise had been pulled from class that day, a result of her parent's strictness. Another shiver ran down my spine, but as Elise quickly began to stroke me between her breasts again, all thoughts of the sort fled my mind.

I couldn't stop looking at her totally naked form, even bent before me as it was, and though the feeling of her tits was just as good as before, I grew restless. I reached down and took her arm, pausing her. "Can you get up on the bed? I want to look at you and rub on you now, if that's alright."

She nodded shyly. "You know, no one but my parents has ever seen me like this, Peter." I felt my cock twitch. She was beautiful, laid out on the soft, clean sheets, totally bare for me, her eyes begging for me as one hand rubbed gentle circles around her clit. I climbed over her and she helped press her breasts together, as I slipped my warm cock between them again, sliding back and forth insistently. She breathed in heavily, our eyes locked, but soon I needed more. I pulled my cock from between her perfect, round tits and looked her up and down. She was breathing heavily, and I was too. I looked at her perfect body, her narrow waist and tits pressed back by gravity, that perfect mound and soft skin that no one had ever looked at but me. I needed more so badly.