When the excitement of what we had just done had died down we found the nearest rock pool to wash off the traces of Michael’s plentiful emission. We dressed hurriedly and made our way back to where Mum and Dad were sitting on the beach. I was nervous and kept running my fingers through my hair in case there were any wayward blobs of sperm to give the game away. Michael could see what I was doing and leaned towards me and whispered that it was perfectly OK.
For the rest of the day I was in a constant state of arousal. I kept thinking back to what we had done; I could still feel the sensation of Michael’s hard penis rubbing against me, pressing against my clitoris and driving me to a state of quivering ecstasy. What would it be like to have him make love to me properly, to push his penis deep inside me? Would I have an orgasm like he did? When he had touched me with his fingers or I had pressed against his penis I had felt the thrill growing and growing – if it continued long enough would I have climaxed? I had often touched myself, and loved the sensations I could produce, but I had never had a true orgasm. What would it be like? Perhaps I was too young to experience it, but the thought of it kept me damp between the legs for hours.
For the remainder of the holiday Michael and I were never alone together and so we had to behave ourselves. All too soon the holiday was over and we had to pack the car and head for home. Dad wanted to travel late at night to avoid the congestion so it was already dark before we set off. Michael and I used to play ‘I Spy’ and other games on the road but it was too dark to see anything and so we snuggled together on the back seat with a blanket wrapped around us and tried to sleep. I lay against him with my head on his shoulder and he had an arm around my shoulders. This was not at all unusual for us and our parents would not have given it a second thought.
The miles rolled by but I could not sleep. I started thinking about how Michael and I had found our new love for each other. I was so happy and cuddled closer to him. Slowly my thoughts began to dwell on the physical acts we had enjoyed, and I felt my heart starting to beat more insistently, and the familiar wetness starting between my legs. I looked up at Michael to see if he was asleep; his eyes were open. Slowly I moved my hand under the blanket and brought it to rest over his crotch. I felt a sharp intake of breath as I touched him but he made no other movement. I could feel something stirring under my hand and in seconds I could feel that he was very hard. He shifted uncomfortably on the seat; obviously the confinement was causing him some pain. I found the zipper and ever so slowly I eased it down and reached inside his pants, found the gap in his boxer shorts and released him. His penis leapt free like a steel spring and I tenderly wrapped my hand around it and snuggled closer to him. I heard the softest moan escape him and I had to suppress a giggle.
I held him in my hand for some time before I ventured to caress him. I stroked the long shaft up and down with my fingertips, feeling the lovely silky smooth skin, and then fluttered my fingertips as lightly as I could over the head, teasing him unmercifully. I could feel him moving his hips, straining to gain a firmer contact with my hand but I continued to torment him until at last I took pity on him and wrapped my hand firmly around him. I ran my thumb up and over the end, feeling the wetness at the tip, and smeared the slippery juices all over the swelling head. Oh, he felt so wonderful! I adored the feel of him, so strong and hard and yet so smooth and sensuous. I began a slow rhythmic movement of my hand, the way he had showed me, and Michael leaned back and closed his eyes as I devoted myself to bringing him pleasure. I stroked him for several minutes before he reached down with his free hand and stopped me. I lifted my head from his shoulder and whispered in his ear.
“Why?”
“Too close”, he whispered back.
“Too what?” I was still very naive.
“To coming!”
“Don’t you want to?”
“Yes – but not here!”
Common sense prevailed and I realised that it would have been rather awkward if I had made him come. There would have been an awful mess on the blanket that would have been difficult to explain and perhaps the smell of his sperm would have been noticeable to the occupants of the front seats. I made a resolution not to let my desire get the better of me again and snuggled back against Michael, but I still kept a loving hold on his erection – he wasn’t going to stop me enjoying the feel of him in my hand!
The next thing I was aware of was waking up with a jerk as the car pulled into our driveway. I sat bolt upright not knowing for an instant where I was. I suddenly remembered holding on to Michael but my hand was now quite empty – he had obviously not been asleep like me and had sorted everything out.
‘Wake up, Jen, we’re home!” He gave me a poke in the ribs, laughing at my state of confusion.
It was 2am and so we left unpacking the car for the morning. When we got inside the house Dad asked,
“Did you kids enjoy the holiday?”
We replied that we did, and Michael even went as far as to say that it was the best ever. Dad looked a little puzzled because we had been on many holidays that were much more luxurious and exotic. If only he knew why Michael had replied like that!
Everyone was exhausted and we headed for bed. I was asleep the instant my head hit the pillow but later I was woken by a hand gently shaking my shoulder. Michael was kneeling by the side of my bed.
