Willow pulled her shirt off over her head, let her arms drop, and held the shirt in a ball in front of her, looking down at it, turning it over in her hands. She was suddenly incredibly sheepish, her eyes darting up to me and back down, a slight flush creeping across her cheeks. It was funny seeing this girl, so promiscuous just a few moments before, suddenly bashful.
"Hey," I said.
She raised her head and looked at me. I leaned back into the couch, put my arms out across the top. My dick still stood half-erect out my fly.
"Let me see you," I said.
She looked down, dropped the shirt, and swung her arms a bit before clasping her hands behind her back. She shifted from leg to leg and I looked at her chest, at her small a-cup breasts, her dark nipples.
"You're gorgeous," I said.
"They're small," she said.
"They're perfect."
She smiled weakly.
"Come here," I said.
She picked up her book again and bounced over to the couch on the balls of her feet, pirouetted, and sat down next to me. I put an arm around her and held her bare shoulder. She leaned into me, trying to relax, and opened the book.
"Who'd you grab?" I said.
"e.e. cummings," she said.
"Good choice. Read me some."
She flipped through and chose a random page and started reading. I watched the side of her face, her eyes dancing across the page, her lips forming the words. The arm that wasn't around her shoulder I extended across her chest, placed a hand on her far breast. There was a small hitch in her voice and she looked down at my hand briefly before going back to the poem. I started gently massaging it, pushing it gently across her chest, moving it in a circle. Her voice became breathy, her eyes sometimes closing, pausing here and there in her reading.
When she finished the poem, she let her hands fall into her lap, the book open between them. Her eyes closed, her head leaned into my shoulder. I pinched her nipple and pulled it out slightly, and she moaned. I put my mouth next to her ear.
"My little slut has the sexiest tits," I said.
She moaned softly. "No."
I let go of her nipple and cupped the breast.
"They're absolutely perfect," I said.
Her head moved in a small, slow circle.
"Okay," she said quietly.
I moved my hand to her other breast and started fondling it. With her eyes still closed, her head still leaning into me, one of her hands slid out from under the book and went to my cock. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft, still sticky with her saliva, and she started moving her hand up and down it in long slow strokes. I kept playing with her tits, she kept playing with my dick, and before long I'd swelled fully hard in her hand.
I took the book from her lap and tossed it onto the coffee table. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto her back on the couch and climbed over her. Her hands came to my head and I brought my face to hers and we made out briefly, her body arching up toward mine, before I started kissing my way down her neck and over her chest and took a breast in my mouth.
She moaned, her hands caressing the sides of my head as I ran my mouth over her tit, sucking it and her nipple, licking every part of it with my tongue. Her arms pushed down between us, her torso bending sideways to extend her reach, and her hands found my cock and started tugging on it. It was my turn to moan. I dragged my tongue across her chest in one long go and started working her other breast. Her hands worked my cock faster, her body writhing on the couch beneath me.
Then I lifted my head off of her and looked her straight in the eyes.
"Is my little slut ready to suck my cock?"
She nodded quickly, almost giddily.
I climbed off of her, stood up off the couch, and she raised up onto her knees in front of me...
And I walked to the other side of the room, to the bookcases. I turned and looked at her, still on her knees on the couch, watching me, her mouth hanging open in mock offense.
"Crawl to me," I said.
"Oooh," she said, standing up off the couch. "Can I take my skirt off?"
"Not yet," I said.
She pouted and lowered herself to her knees. She bent forward, bringing her hands to the ground. Now on all fours, she looked up at me.
"Like this?" Her voice was high and childish.
