He continued to slide his hands up my belly to my breasts, where he quickly slid his big hands into my bra. I felt his cold fingers against my already...hard nipples, and I leaned my head back against his chest and sighed. My pussy was on fire, and I could feel the already familiar hardness of his erection against my lower back. I took a deep breath, arched my back a little, and said, ‘Mmmmmm…’ as he rubbed his palms gently against my nipples. Occassionally he would take both breasts in his. As soon as his cock shrinks, he releases his hold on my neck and pulls out. Relief at last. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. He lies down next to me but doesn’t touch me. He’s out of breath too. When I glance at him I realize that he looks rather silly the way he is…pants down around his ankles. What a lousy fuck, I think. I can’t blame the guy, though. I’m his first boy, his second sexual partner altogether. He was only sixteen, I, the fourteen year old brother-fucker turned. You look up at him as you pull down his boxers, to revile a rather large and memorable part of his anatomy that makes you breathless, even more than running does. He helps to fully undress you, taking no time with your bra as he expertly takes it off using only one hand. After your special cuddle that you both rather enjoyed, you both clean up and share the shower as its apparently more romantic that way, or just another excuse to see each other naked. You kiss in the shower and it’s almost. ’ David was still standing at the front door, holding it open. Blaine paid him no mind, and instead made a beeline for me. ‘Jesus,’ she snatched me up by the arm. ‘You look like a complete mess. Did you— I sneezed and she took in my wrinkled attire. ‘—you got caught in the rain, didn’t you, sweetie?’ All of a sudden, I couldn’t find my voice — couldn’t figure out whether letting Blaine coddle me was a good thing or not. Before I could open my mouth, David swooped in. ‘You know…this is.