Originally another more watery and pretty girl had gotten to the point of hand-holding – don’t think too much about it, I haven’t dabbled before brother, and that’s as far as it went. But because of this girl, I broke off the previous one, and inevitably regretted it later, but that’s just fate. Dude owed her in a previous life. This girl sports better, so the body is very strong, slightly darker skin looks very elastic. She likes to dress up, often wearing different clothes in the morning and afternoon. Her buttocks are very plump, from the side and back are very cool to look at. Unlike some girls, wearing tight pants behind the ass is still wrinkled to hold up.
In the beginning, it wasn’t the same table and I didn’t really like her. She didn’t like me either but kept making passes at another boy in the class who was good at sports. I was a little more than that, and gradually began to approach her intentionally. But the desire according to still welcome her even let me more and more can’t stop. In the summer vacation of the first year of high school in an evening boredom around, inadvertently saw the boy riding a bicycle, the beam is sitting on the girl. The boy sat hard forward, gears close to the girl’s ass, and swayed left and right. I can’t imagine that this girl is so flirtatious, it really makes me angry. Thanks to my usual so good to her, but also a few nights after study hall to follow her home for protection. I never saw her show me anything, but she ran straight to someone else’s car.
Luckily buddy I’m well liked within the class, once the summer vacation was over, I discussed it with her desk and cheekily switched over. At first, she was quite proud, especially know that I was to get past, so I have been very cold, so I sometimes feel that I am quite cheap. Why rush to find uncomfortable? Unfortunately, my character is the more difficult to get hold of, the more persistent. Let’s endure! But she still repeatedly humiliated me, once before the class, she again upset with me, I also annoyed.
The teacher began to lecture I can not calm down, do not know which tendon moved, I actually clutched her hand as hard as possible. I still clearly remember the feeling of clutching her hand for the first time – although I have touched other girls’ hands before, but that time was really too exciting. Really is the feeling of the caller, mixed body tingling, cool! She struggled vigorously, but in class, after all, do not dare to move too much, I was dead and not let go of her can not do. So after half a class time, I saw her also do not try to struggle. Guts also more and more big, right hand let go of her, directly into the hem of her blouse. In the fall weather, there was a jacket outside, a shirt inside, and a small undershirt inside the shirt.
She probably didn’t expect me to be so bold, and was directly stretched to my chest. Wow, there was no bra (she told me later that her mom didn’t let her bring it so early, saying she was afraid it would hinder her breast development).
Soft feeling, intoxicating ah. She reflected over to pull my hand out, but even more difficult, after all, there are people in the back row staring, it is impossible to have a big movement, I just follow her movements gently rubbing her mimi, and that little nipple. Slowly but surprisingly found that the little thing will become hard – at that time I was very naive, do not know this is a sign of affection, but also feel that the hard nipple is not as fun as the soft and soft, on the whole hand clasp on her breasts rubbing.
Slowly she did not move, red-faced sitting down to look down at the book. I sat on the surface to watch the teacher lecture, in fact, has been fully enjoy her breasts, really never get tired of touching ah. To this day clearly remember, that is a language class. After class, she quickly got up, I naturally quickly hand back. I was worried that she would have a fit, who knows that she ran off to the restroom with a red face – only later did I figure out what was going on. Anyway, I was very confused at that time, and I thought I would touch her a few more times in the future while I was in class.
But the woman this thing is also strange, the first time to die to resist, once the first time, more and more generous. Then a few times, it is easy to let me put my hand in. Once or language class, all of a sudden she grabbed my hand and dragged it down, I also underestimated it in my heart, are touching so many times, pretend what serious it? But since it has been many times, it does not matter, this time do not let the touch we withdraw not okay? Who knows that the hand was pulled out of the blouse and was not released, directly to the waist of the pants inside the drag.
Shit, to be honest, at that time I was taken aback, I can touch mimi already feel very excessive, I can’t imagine …… the first time to reach in, didn’t go into the panties.
But even through a layer of cloth, I could still feel the wetness and heat of the woman’s place, and that warmth and softness was completely different compared to the top. I couldn’t do it then, rubbing my hand haphazardly and trying to reach in along the edge of her panties a few times to touch her directly down there, but a because of the tightness of the girl’s panties and the fact that it was hard for me to reach in from the side with her sitting in the chair, I could only feel a few pinches of pubic hair and wet pussy water. I tried to pull my hand out and stick it in again, but she stopped me a couple of times at first – maybe she thought I didn’t want to touch it and was dead set on not letting me pull my hand out. I had to keep scratching at it from the other side as well. From the outside of the panties to try to distinguish the structure of the woman’s private parts – heaven and earth conscience ah, at that time there is no Internet no pornographic pictures, I really do not know the mature woman there what kind of.
Then finally I insisted on pulling my hand out and sticking it right through my snug underwear. Only then did I realize that it was really flooded, wet pubic hair coupled with slippery flesh as I fumbled for that place called a vagina. One finger tried to go in and I could feel a hole in the center of something ring-like, and the moment it went in, she shivered and told me it hurt. It felt wonderful inside because she was so athletic and the flesh inside was smooth and tender yet strong. She asked me if I could feel it moving inside, and my fingers could really feel it – the few girls I’ve approached behind me haven’t found the flesh inside to move on its own. Unfortunately ah …… I ultimately did not have that with her – afraid of being responsible.
And then there’s the fact that when I tried it she screamed in pain, so I was afraid to move. Otherwise it must have been awesome, I think. She sat in the chair and pinched her legs so hard moving her ass back and forth and spinning in circles like she was sharpening ink, with so much movement I was afraid someone in the back would be able to see it. Luckily, with the tight high school schedule, there was usually a big row of books blocking the front of the desk, so the people in the back row couldn’t see directly underneath it. But I was already scared. After class, she ran to the restroom again and said to see if she was bleeding.
My hands were wet and I couldn’t be bothered to wash them. Stealing a taste, salty.
I’ve been looking for opportunities to play like that since then, but it’s inevitable that people will see it over time. One of my buddies snuck up on me once and told me that a lot of people watch your shit as porn. Holy shit, that’s not good enough. Plus the homeroom teacher thought I wasn’t paying attention in class – could I?
Just hard enough to tune us out. Too bad, I was expecting to reach right under my skirt when it got hot again! Then that girl and I got along for a while and started getting really slutty. The worst time was at lunchtime when the classroom was small and she was sitting at her desk talking to another boy while she was spreading her legs wide open to me–
Of course I was the only one in that direction. The green chaps under the red dress gave me a hard-on just looking at them. Dragged her to the playground that night and gave her a good fingering. Unfortunately never let jj in to get high. Later graduated from high school, the two places separated, she followed a new boyfriend, and slowly cut off.