One of his hands slid down the back of her blouse to her skirt and fondled her arse; the lining in the leather skirt rasped against her satin panties....She felt him press against her and could feel the heat and girth of his hard cock through his jeans as he rubbed against his pubis against hers through her skirt. Michele was just about to lift her arms and hold him in a reciprocal embrace when he gently extricated himself. She convinced herself that she was only going to embrace him back as on. Not even if he was into boys. We first met at a birthday party of my “long time, no see” friend that I was seeing basically only during those annual house parties back in my hometown.I always wanted to make a good impression of myself, so apart from a present for the host I’ve brought two big bottles of cherry vodka. After a few shots to catch-up I was in my party mood, so as the others.Sitting at the kitchen table there was him, 20-year old (a bit younger than me), handsome blond boy with cute. A few seconds went by, then, testing it I guess, pushed in a bit, maybe an inch or so more, and pulled back about the same. "It doesn't hurt?" he asked. "No, not as long as you go slow, its ok." Still looking at his dick in my ass, he asked "is this fucking? I mean is this what it feels like?" I shrugged, "I dunno. I never did it with a girl. I suppose its pretty close." Just then we heard an indication of someone else awake, so we jumped under the blankets, still naked, and prayed for a. He moaned alright. And he started to move a little, rocking with the rhythm I’d begun to establish. I took his shaft deeper than the first time, not a deep throat yet but giving him a nice change from my work on the glans. I was lost in it. I pulled back to his glans and work them some more, stroking his shaft with my hand at the same time. He moaned and whispered “It’s been a long time…I think I’m close already…” That was fine with me. I worked him harder, took him deeper for a few and stroked.