With a big bust and a curvy butt turned into an hourglass shape by a well-exercised abdomen and a narrow back, she was also the girl most likely to give me an erection during a study session, which I always hoped she wasn’t noticing. She’d never said anything, but you never know. She did not have a reputation as a tease, but I would have made an easy target. If I had wished for any of these four girls to be my first, it was her. Although I hadn’t admitted it even to myself, I was in love with her. I just didn’t know what to do about how she made me feel. She was about to teach me.
When she immediately straddled me on the couch, there was zero chance of her not noticing the erection I’d sprung from watching her jiggling towards me. After a brief look into my eyes for approval, she kissed me full on the mouth. Out of instinct more than anything else, I wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her boobs into my chest. Oh, they were so soft, pressed against me, and my dick got even harder, causing her to squirm her hips as she recognized what was growing stiffer under her.
I slid my hands down her back, to grab her ass, and realized I hadn’t felt her panties. Was she fully nude under the shirt? I slipped a hand under the shirt, and confirmed nothing but bare skin.
She pulled away from the kiss, and looking at me again, said, “Well, your hands are certainly not shy.”
I nearly stuttered, “N-no. My… my prob… my problem’s… always been with… talking,” I managed to get out.
Wendy softly asked, “If I lead, and tell you what to do, can you follow?”
I could only nod.
“Kiss me, Kurt.”
I did. It might not have been the most impressive kiss in the history of kisses, but it was the first romantic kiss I had ever initiated in my life, a milestone kiss for me, the one I would always remember. Wendy’s lips were soft against mine, at first, but she pressed against mine in a way that made them firmer, her breath against my face as we breathed through our noses was warm, and I smelled her sweet, musky perfume as I inhaled.
She ran her tongue against my lips for a few seconds, before she pulled back, saying, “That tongue is a signal to open your lips, Kurt,” before she kissed me again, and this time I opened my mouth, and her tongue entered it, to play with mine, and I played back. My hands went back to the bottom of the tshirt, and I ran my hands over her buttocks, eliciting a small moan from Wendy, which only encouraged me to squeeze her butt a little more.
Wendy slid off of me, down onto her knees between my legs. “Take off your shirt,” she said, as she pulled my sneakers and socks off, then reached for the belt to my pants. It soon joined my shirt and shoes in a pile next to the couch.
“Has a woman ever given you a blowjob before, Kurt?”
“N-No, never,” I answered.
“Pants off, honey.” she ordered. I unsnapped and unzipped, pulling pants and briefs down my legs together, where Wendy helped pull them off of my feet. She leaned towards me, and said, “Take my shirt off,” and raised her arms. I leaned towards her, grabbed the bottom of the shirt, and pulled it over her head, and tossed it towards my clothes.