Last night was my date with Skip. We went to Mario’s and had spaghetti, then off to the movies. Of course we sat in the back row. There were a few other couples but none very close. Skip put his arm around me but that was all. I practically had to force him to kiss me and then he didn’t even touch my breast until I slid his hand over it. I guess I came on too strong about behaving when I talked to him on the phone, but after reading your letter I was ready for a repeat our last date.
We hung out at Maxwell’s afterwards but what I really wanted was to go to the reservoir. Some of the other couples had already split so I suggested we leave. Skip said he didn’t think I had to be home until 11:30. I told him he was right but that I wanted to go to the reservoir if that was okay. I can’t believe I was being so aggressive. Skip looked surprised but eagerly accepted my suggestion. When we got there Skip turned off the engine and I scooted over next to him on the large bench seat of the Buick he was driving.
It didn’t take long for Skip to figure out what I wanted. He got the hint when I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra. When we kissed I fell back on the seat and pulled him on top of me. It was a little awkward at first but we finally found a comfortable position with his right leg wedged between mine and my left leg bent with my foot on the seat. His hand immediately found my breasts and a few moments later his lips. It was everything I felt the last time only more because I could feel his bulge pressing against my sex like Mark used to do on slow dances, only this was so much more intense.
I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned while he continued to suck on me. My head was getting dizzy and a terrible pounding was growing stronger in my loins. He kissed his way back up to my lips and then shifted enough to slide a hand under my dress and between my legs. When his fingers touched my panties I threw my head back and gasped. I spread my thighs as wide as I could. He pulled my panties to the side and touched my moistness. My body was already trembling.
A finger pushed inside me. He moved it in and out. I moved with him trying to draw it deeper. I remembered what you told me in the letter so I whispered in his ear to use two fingers. It was tight at first but he kept pushing and twisting until I stretched open and they plunged deep into my passage. It felt so good I thought I was going to die. He moved them in and out going faster and faster. I pushed against him each time they plunged into me. I was so wet that his fingers made squishing sounds. Then it happened.
I honestly thought my body was going to rip apart when the explosion hit. The pleasure was so agonizingly intense that it was almost painful. My body jerked and thrashed and bucked as spasm after spasm shook me to the core. It seemed to go on forever. I finally fell back on the seat out of breath and barely conscious. When I opened my eyes his fingers were no longer inside me. Skip asked if I was okay. I sat up and kissed him and told him I was just fine. He asked if I wanted to go home but I wasn’t ready.