I was fifteen and had been going with Lori for a month. I was anxious to do her, but she was religious and wanted to save herself for marriage. She was gorgeous, with firm two-fisted tits and a muscular tight body. She was half-Asian. I was dreaming of getting her naked and it was driving me crazy.
One day I suggested that we just set some rules and don’t go beyond it. I said, for example, that maybe we could draw the line at me rubbing her clit and breasts and that way she wouldn’t have to worry about going all the way.
I will never forget her reply. She said, “I could go for that.” I nearly choked. My dick stood up and saluted.
We drove out into a canyon and found a secluded place next to the road. It was down a hill and behind some trees, so we would be able to see cars coming before they saw us. We started to kiss and climbed into the back seat. The first time I touched her breasts, I swear, I nearly creamed then and there. They were beautiful–not soft, but firm and with perfect nipples that I found right away. I played with them and felt her getting excited.
So I unfastened her pants. I can still hear the sound of her zipper opening like it was yesterday. It was dark outside, but there was still enough light to see the color of her panties. They were pink and with a floral design. I stuck my hand down there and she didn’t complain. I rubbed her clit and then stuck a finger into Lori. Again, she didn’t complain. In fact, she moaned like she was going to come.
I told her to take off her slacks and she got one leg off. That was the permission I needed. I got on top, fingering her the whole time. We were kissing and all I could think of was please don’t tell me to stop, because I can’t–not now.
Well, she never did stop me. I had my dick in my hand and it was solid. I put it up to her pussy lips and started to push in. Lori moaned and I started pumping. We went for a while. I honestly thought I’d spew right away, but I kept thinking I wanted to ride her forever. It wasn’t forever, but it was the best few minutes of my life. She called me later that evening and complained about the cum drying and sticking her underwear to her stomach. She also had blood in her panties. I played with my dick just thinking about it. I wanted to do it again and again!
I asked if she was mad at me and she said she wasn’t. I told her that we ought to do it one more time, so that we could get it out of our systems and then she could go back to saving herself for marriage. We got together again the next day and we pounded each other. Of course, we kept fucking nearly every day until we broke up two years later.
I still dream of doing her. She was fine.
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