Sally coloured up again, before answering, “that’s a kind offer. But I think, for now, I’ll just sit and watch.”
I liked the sound of the “for now” part. But I didn’t push my luck. Instead, I made a suggestion to repeat this the following day.
“I often have a wank after school,” I informed Sally. “If we are both back early tomorrow, before our parents get back from work, why don’t we do this again then?”
“Ok,” she agreed readily, “it’s a date.” Then, continuing sadly, “actually, that’s as close to a date as I’ve ever got.”
“Hey,” I responded, “don’t feel bad. That would be exactly the same for me too. But, look on the bright side – for me anyway – that’s a date where at least one of us is guaranteed to get off.”
Punching me on the arm, an act that I found strangely intimate, Sally grimaced, “fine for you, I guess.”
“Look,” I insisted, “there’s nothing to stop you joining me in playing with yourself.” A suggestion that, as soon as I’d said it, made me cringe with embarrassment. But was another illustration of my rapidly burgeoning confidence.
Sally’s reply once again took me a little by surprise.
“Actually, perhaps I will do that one day,” before it was her turn to lose confidence and rush out of the room in embarrassment.
That evening at dinner we were both, once again, uncomfortably quiet. But, as before, this either passed unnoticed, or certainly not commented upon, by our parents.
That evening in bed I reflected, with astonishment, on the seismic change in our relationship. But also looked forward to what I hoped would be further sexual developments between us. As difficult as it was, I refrained from masturbating again. I’d seen the pleasure Sally seemed to take in the amount I ejaculated. And I knew that an evening of abstinence would make tomorrow’s climax that little more powerful.
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I raced home from school the next day and was delighted to see that Sally was already home. As excited as I’d been all day I was now, once more, struck with nerves and crippled with shyness. But the thought of seeing her tits again gave me a considerable incentive to overcome this.
Seeing Sally in the kitchen, as I dropped my school bag, I sensed that she was similarly afflicted. But I summoned up my courage and made a quiet suggestion.
“Do you fancy going upstairs again?” I managed to croak.
“Oh, yes please, I’d like that,” she responded encouragingly.
So off we trooped, back to my bedroom. Closing the door behind us I looked Sally in the eye and swiftly, before I lost my nerve, stripped off. Nervous as I was I was still flaccid. But that changed as, following my lead, Sally quickly peeled her jumper off, unbuttoned her blouse and unleashed her tits. As soon as I saw them again my dick reared in front of me, going from limp to fully erect in seconds.
“Oh my goodness,” Sally laughed, “that thing has a life of its own. was that because you saw my boobs again?” she asked shyly.
“It certainly was,” I agreed, “as I told you yesterday, they are just perfect.”
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