“God you look so cute,” he whispered to me in an almost reverent tone, “I love it when you wear your hair that way. Are you sure you’re eighteen?”
He was teasing of course but between having my hair pulled back, my little boobs and short fuzzy pussy hair, I probably DID look more like sixteen than eighteen. Normally that would’ve discouraged me since I was always embarrassed when I was naked around girls my age. Being with Steve and seeing how turned he got was really the only time I felt good about looking younger than my age. My mom tried to console me by saying that I would appreciate the family genes when I got older. Maybe so, but there were times on the beach I would’ve loved to have bigger boobs for the guys to stare at.
“Hmmmmmm,” I said back to him as I stared at his wonderful cock, “And just what have you been thinking about doing to me that made THIS happen? Just what kind of girl do you think I am?”
Steve just laughed. “I know EXACTLY what kind of girl you are Kelly. You’re a naughty little slut who can never get enough of my cock so just shut up and get that little ass on the couch so I can give you want you came over here for!”
I pretended to pout at the slut comment but I knew in fact I really was one – or well on my way at least. Frankly I didn’t care that people were starting to call me a slut – some even to my face. I loved sex and I didn’t care if people knew it. As for the couch, it didn’t matter to me where Steve fucked me, just so long as he fucked me somewhere! Besides, it should let Sharon have a great view assuming she was hiding somewhere.
We were both nude so the undressing ritual was avoided allowing us both to sit down on the couch close to each other. He put his strong arms around me and pulled me tight against his hard body. I loved the feel of my breasts pushing against his chest and I could see his hard cock standing up, waiting for me. I had one arm around his lower back and then I reached down to grab his tight wrestler ass and massaged it.
Steve was not only an athlete but he also worked on a local farm during the summer. Mmmmmmm, here wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His bare butt was so warm and smooth – I loved the firm feel of it in my hands. We kissed for a while, our tongues exploring as he played with my hair and ran his hands all over me. As he ran his fingers through my hair I shivered as a chill ran through my body. I loved it when someone played with my hair and it became literally a sexual experience when Steve did it long enough.
If we’d been at my house where I knew we had as much time as we wanted I could’ve stayed beside him like that for hours. Cuddling and gentle groping is a massive turn-on for me although I knew Steve’s cock had other intentions. I couldn’t blame him as after all, he WAS a guy which meant he just wanted to fuck me and get it over with. It was obvious from the way his cock quivered that it was demanding attention so finally Steve sat up straight on the couch while I kneeled on the floor between his knees. Holding his wonderful dick in one hand, my other hand was soon between my legs were I could feel my soaking wet pussy craving some attention of its own.