She paused her hand just where my thigh curved into my crotch. “Bubblegum?” she asked. She wanted permission first.
I gave it to her, “Mmmm hmmm… I want this now… really, really bad.”
She didn’t say anything else, she just slid her hand over. Her fingertips grazed slowly across my bare mound. The anticipation was killing me.
“Soooo smooth,” she whispered when her fingers dipped down to trace along my bare outer lips.
“Surprised? I’m a shaver,” I patted the top of her head.
“I had kind of wondered too. It’ll probably be good for, you know, licking later.” Her fingers slipped through my outer lips, slid up and down gently a few times then came to rest against my button. She circled it a few times and I groaned.
“How much later?” I murmured automatically. She already had me worked up as hell, I’d be coming soon at this rate, I was having trouble standing up.
“Not much later at all I think.” Her other hand went to the breast that she wasn’t already suckling. The combination of both hands and her mouth made my knees shake.
“Hold up a sec,” I turned, and turned her with me. In the dark, I carefully moved until I was backed into the far corner of the shower. I leaned into it and when my back hit the cold tile, I gasped. Not ideal, but at least I could hold myself up like this.
“Better now?” she re-attached herself to my chest and pussy.
“Much. You’re going to make me go like this. My first girl-cum. I think it’s gonna be even better than I hoped.”
“The first of many tonight, girlie, the first of many.” Then she switched her mouth to my other boob. Her hand too.
“…oh, fuck…” I whispered. My hips bucked automatically into her hand. She kept rubbing my button perfectly because, you know, she had one too.
Then I got really, really dizzy. Sure, it was getting super steamy in the bathroom but it had more to do with what she was doing and how long I’d been waiting for her to do it. I remember digging my nearly nonexistent finger nails into her shoulder. I remember her groaning into my breast but not stopping even though I was probably hurting her.
Then, even though it was pitch black, I closed my eyes. In my head, I was seeing Stacey run around the hockey field – her beautiful hair streaming behind her in the wind. I was remembering kissing her in the movie theater that first night and tasting strawberries. Then I was imagining what it would be like when she finally stretched me out on one of the beds just a few feet away and pressed her big soft lips into my bald sex.
That last thought is what did it. I trembled, my knees shook, I dug my nails deeper into Stacey’s shoulder and I braced my other hand against the cold tile. And I came. Like I’d never come before. Like my own hand had never done. Like no boy’s hand had ever done. Like fumbling Doug Ferguson’s long skinny dick – the only one I’d ever had and just that one time – hadn’t done. My stomach knotted up and my mouth flew open but nothing came out. I just rocked up, down and all around, coming on her fingers while the whole world around me shifted to one side then back a little. Stacey slowed what she was doing, knowing I’d be sensitive as I came, but kept going – helping me ride the whole fantastic thing out until I could finally breathe again.