Once in the room, our swimsuits dropped off and we fell onto the bed in a heated embrace, our hands once again exploring each other's bodies. I slid m... hand between her legs, feeling them part quickly as my fingers once again touched the wetness of her folds. She grabbed my cock with her hand and gave it a tug."Bring it up here," she requested in a husky voice. "Let me suck you."I moved myself up and positioned my swollen cock over her face."It is as big as I remember," she giggled as she. It’ll bring you closer to me. Good boy. But we’re still not quite touching, are we? Our lips could so easily have met but it hasn’t quite happened. Just how much are you longing to touch me, to hold me, taste my lips, the wetness of my tongue…more than anything you want to unwrap my breasts and then…oh the possibilities… Now focus on how that longing is making you feel. Your breath has quickened. Your pulse is racing and your whole upper body is sweating. And yet…isn’t it strange how you feel. "Nice" he said. He stepped closer and leaned down to inspect it, also not touching. "You got a nice one, too" he said as he backed up and got a shirt and I also got dressed. I soon after went home, and thought of what I had seen often until the following weekend when I returned to Eric's house. This time, it was drizzling rain, so no crops were picked, and as we were rowdy k**s, we were told to "go play in the damn yard before yall tear the house down." So out we went. We went to the barn. I mumbled OK. Her grin was wide as she straddled my stomach and kissed my mouth. Her tongue penetrating. It was like she was already getting ready for it. Getting into that mindframe.That night she let me fuck her. And I came far too quickly. I could see she was disappointed, but the conversation quickly moved on to the weekend. She said Saturday she was the day she would do me.The conversation was deeply uncomfortable for me. I could feel my face reddening as she talked about it. She seemed to.