Graduation is only a couple of weeks away and I just turned 18. I sit and wait under the stairs in the deserted part of the school. I look at my watch, he's late. I am giving him an opportunity that many would love to have and he may not even show. Have I made a mistake in making him this offer?
Then I look up and he is there. "I thought you weren't going show."
"I almost didn't."
"Why is that?"
"I have never had a girl offer me sex before. Let alone even have a girl kiss me before."
"I knew you were an 18 year old virgin but I didn't know you had never kissed a girl before."
He just looks away and shrugs his shoulders. I can see his face flush in embarrassment. I walk up to him and tell him, "It will be ok." "We don't have to do this if you are not ready."
"No, I am ready. Just go easy on me."
I smile up at him and say, "This is your pleasure. You set the pace. You make up the rules. What you want is what you get. Just remember we have only until the bell rings."
He steps to me and we look into each others eyes. He leans for his first kiss. Our noses bang but then I take his head in my hands and our lips meet. The kiss starts slow, awkward but then our lips part and kiss heats up. We touch the tips of tongues, quickly, almost as though it never happened. Then I feel his tongue on my lower lip, invading my mouth. Our tongues intertwine as he pulls me tighter into his embrace. My head starts to swim with the feelings that this kiss is invoking within me.
The kiss ends and I am left speechless. I just look up at him, breathless, unable to believe he never kissed a girl before. With his hands still on my waist, I feel him slip his right hand under my blouse and make its way to my lace covered breasts. He runs his thumb over my erect nipple, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through my body.
I reach down, crossing my arms as I go, taking the ends of my blouse in my hands and pulling it up over my head, exposing my lace covered breasts to his bulging eyes. He looks up at me as if asking permission to touch them. I just nod. He reaches up cupping both breasts in his hands, squeezing and massaging them. I reach back to unhook my bra and he stops me by grabbing my arm.
He shakes his head and says, "Let me." He wraps his arms around my chest, taking the bra ends into his hands, he stumbles at first but then the hooks snaps free. He places his hands on my shoulders, hooking his index fingers under each strap and slides them down my arms and off.
I am now standing there exposed to his eyes; my nipples harden even more with the coolness of the area. He bends over and takes my left nipple into his mouth as he takes the right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinches it lightly. I close my eyes, lean my head back and moan aloud. He flicks his tongue over my nipple, then bites down and tugs ever so softly. He goes between each nipple teasing them to the point of torture.