Now am I Your Girlfriend?
I’d just had an excruciatingly intense orgasm, and my cunt felt like it was about ready to collapse; but another was coming. Given that I could feel his cum pooling around my anus as I sat on his cock, I just couldn’t help it. I knew at least one more was coming, and if I kept his cock where it was, maybe more.
But I should go back to the beginning. We’d been playing “boyfriend and girlfriend” for a while now, ever since we were nine and eleven years old (respectively; he’s about two years older than me). It started with him holding my hand, and me asking if I was now his girlfriend. He just smiled and said, “Maybe…maybe someday.”
When he introduced me to kissing, it started with him gently kissing my face, just barely touching my lips. After a few times like this, I found myself responding; my stomach would do gentle flips, and I couldn’t stop smiling as he would tilt my head up to receive his kiss. Oh, and don’t even get me started on when his lips finally touched mine and stayed there for nearly a minute, taking in the textures. I almost fainted.
Again I asked him if I was now his girlfriend.
His response was the same. “Maybe…maybe someday.”
But we continued to “play” at this, and I was happy to go along with it all — it made me feel pretty, and in some way, even at that young age, “desired.”
The first time he held me in his arms while he kissed me was really special. He was gentle and after a quick moment my arms went around him as well. So there we were in a sweet, soft embrace, our lips touching lightly. I was floating. When our kiss ended, I asked again, and got the same answer; “Maybe…maybe someday.”
The first time he rested in hand on my rear end while we were kissing, it made me giggle…until it didn’t. He pulled my bottom closer while gently massaging my ass through my little girl shorts. I stopped giggling right then. I remember opening my eyes to find him gazing at me…I’m pretty sure I blushed, but I leaned right back into the kissing. Just, wow. Talk about “butterflies in the tummy.” I couldn’t stop kissing him.
One day while we were in a private place, he was holding me, running his hands up and down my sides and over my butt. It felt so good, I reached up and kissed him. It was the first time I “lead the way.” Then I felt, for the first time, his hands on my skin. He’d gotten them under my blouse and was touching my sides and back, hands on skin. Never having had such an experience, but taking in the sheer pleasure of the moment, I practically melted into him. I was dizzy with these feelings.
Things progressed fairly quickly after that — whenever we could find a private spot he would lie with me, stroking my skin. We’d moved on to removing my shirt and his. The kisses followed, starting to go places I never imagined. Who knew what a kiss on the tummy could do, let alone a kiss on my tiny nipples? Oh, and his gentle stroking of my stomach, with his hands teasing me by dipping below my waist. And obviously, over time, his hand would gently cup my cunt under my panties while he kissed me. He would gently stroke his fingers along my small opening which had me pushing my cunt into his hand — even if I wasn’t entirely sure why.