It was on my mind again on Tuesday night, when she asked for some help with a math course I had aced the year before. I suspected a ruse, since Wendy had taken the same course, besting my grade by two points, and I was right, as she leaned over to kiss me five minutes after I got into the girls’ apartment, as we studied on their couch. Once again, a suspicious lack of roommates around. She was in a short sleeved grey sweater, and a matching skirt.
I kissed her back, and my hand went to her hip, as we turned our bodies towards each other. I answered her tongue with my own, and she nearly squealed into my mouth. I was giving her more than she expected, and she liked it.
Both of my hands were working their way up her sides, while she was holding the back of my head, pulling us together. I reached the bottom of her sweater-covered breasts, and paused for effect, trying to act more hesitant than I actually felt, before moving my hands over them, to reach the same hard, pointy nipples that had been the feature of a lot of dreams over the past months.
I squeezed each one between thumb and index finger, and pulled them away from her chest, and got a loud moan into my mouth as feedback.
“Oh, wow, Kurt,” she gasped, when we broke from the kiss. “How did you guess my tits are my most sensitive area? You’ve got me so wet, right now.”
“I guessed, that if your nips were going to respond from just a few seconds of cold, that they were extra sensitive. I’m glad I was right.”
She smiled her naughtiest smile. “I want to make you gladder.”
“Are… are you… offering… offering the same… same thing Wendy did, last night?” Even knowing the answer, my tongue still got tied up by the question.
“Yes,” she said, taking my hands in hers. “Do you mind telling me why you turned her down?” Clearly, Wendy had been quizzed, and I wondered whether the girls were coordinating their order of attack, and wondered briefly whether it would be Colleen or Danielle next, before returning my attention to Susan.
“Maybe later,” I answered, before kissing her again. “I want to be thinking about you, right now, don’t you think?”
One of her hands let go of mine, and grabbed my cock through my pants, and I grabbed her breast again in response.
“Let’s go to my bedroom,” she suggested.
Taking her hand, I helped her up, walking into her bedroom, where she draped a sock over the door handle, in the universal “busy here” signal I’d been dealing with from Jasper now and then since Freshman year. As soon as she turned back into the room, I started to undress her. I think my taking charge was surprising her, but so long as I wasn’t trying to talk, I could act bolder than I otherwise might. Being with Wendy had also boosted my confidence, it seemed. I wasn’t as afraid of disappointing Susan as I’d been afraid with Wendy. I was still nervous, but not terrified.
Naked, we got on her bed together, and began kissing again, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies. I pulled back from her mouth, and whispered, “Could… could I lick you?” I’d not gotten a chance to do this with Wendy, and really wanted the experience.