"You didn't hurt me." You're sure?" Uh-huh. It felt good all over." He reached and unhooked my bra. "Let me show you."Taking a step back I let my bra ...rop the floor and watched as he lowered his mouth to my left breast. Instead, of going for the nipple which was erect and tingling, he brushed his lips all around the soft flesh of my B-cup and worked his way inward. By the time he touched my pink bud with his tongue I was aching between my thighs like I had never felt with my fantasies and I. Being in each other’s presence is easier than they anticipated. They eat together, finding topics that have nothing to do with last night, laughing together like they always do. They’re both thinking about last night, but neither of them show it.A couple weeks pass the same way. Mat goes to work managing the railyard in the industrial depot, Abby sitting in school, both of them thinking about each other every day. They still eat dinner together, watch movies or lounge around the house. Winter. Men always loved my tits. As we were making out I moved him over to the sofa. We both sank onto the sofa as we continued kissing, and fondling each others bodies. I found that he was not wearing underwear. The little pervert had been thinking about me already, I could tell. That was perfect, as I stroked that long, hard shaft, poking out of the leg of his shorts. His hand had sought out my pussy, pushing my sundress out of the way, and sinking fingers into my wet cunt. "I want to fuck you. She slowly worked her small hand up and down the soft skin of his boner. "How's that feel?" Great," he whispered."What do you use for lube? I mean, normally. Lotion? Oil? Spit?" What?" Do you not use lube? You poor baby. No one has ever taught you how to jerk off correctly, then. It feels a lot better if you use lube." She spit into her hand and started to work her hand up and down the shaft. "How's that?" Better," is all he managed.She spit in her hand again and continued to work up and down.