Today is Ken’s birthday, and it just so happens that we both don’t have class today, so we decided to go out and have some fun to celebrate him.
Ken was in the same grade as me, but we read different subjects.
We live in the same dormitory and met at a Christmas party last year. He’s the captain of the tennis team and not only is he handsome, but he’s also smart and funny, so it’s never a dull moment with him.
Perhaps because of this, I quickly accepted him and made him my first boyfriend.
Since I went to an all-girls high school, I didn’t have many opportunities to have boyfriends, and although there were boys who dated me after I entered college, I was never attracted to them until Ken came along and changed my lonely life.
Although I was not a tennis player, I loved sports and often practiced with Ken after school, but of course he would always give way to me.
Like today, we decided to play ball, then watch a play, followed by a candlelit dinner.
I wore my long hair in a pink tank top and a white tennis skirt that made me look even taller and more slender. I’m 5’10” tall, and I have an even body shape, without a single bulge.
I bought this new tennis skirt just last week and wore it for the first time today.
The skirt was shorter than before, exposing most of my smooth thighs.
Ken seemed a little inattentive when he played, keeping a close eye on me, especially my legs.
A couple times he even snuck a look up my skirt when I leaned over to pick up the ball.
Even though we had been dating for over four months, it had always been a little embarrassing for me to have him staring at me so obsessively.
Sticky and sweaty after the game, I took a shower in the course’s bath room, which was quite refreshing.
“Oops!” I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to put a change of clothes in the bag that I had prepared on the way out! The underwear I was wearing was covered in sweat, so I had no choice but to… I walked out to the tennis court, where Ken was already waiting outside.
As soon as he saw me, he immediately looked towards my breasts and quickly realized that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Vivian, you’re especially charming today.”
He whispers in my ear and then hugs me tightly.
In his embrace, my soft breasts pressed against his chest as my heartbeat continued to accelerate.
“You’re so bad!” I had never been this close to a man before, and it really made me flinch and blush up to my ears.
His hands began to touch my back, making me itch….
Just then, there was a group of people coming towards the court and we immediately separated with an awkward look on our faces.
On the way Ken dragged me by the hand, I was still thinking about what I had just seen, my palms kept sweating and I didn’t dare to raise my head.
He seemed to sense my mood and gently whispered in my ear, “Silly, lift your spirits!” Seeing that familiar bright smile, my mood relaxed again.
When I walked into the movie theater, there were especially few people watching the show since it was a Sunday afternoon.
The arena was bleak and dark, and we had a hard time getting to the last seats.
This theater is designed to attract young people by having two connected couple’s seats, placed in the last two rows of the venue.
We were seated as a couple, and most of the other people in the audience were scattered in the front seats, so we were quite far apart. I leaned my head on Ken’s shoulder and he squeezed my shoulder.
It’s a horror movie about how a psychopathic murderer booby-traps the different female companions around him, with lots of sex scenes, all of which hit the real army.
When the male and female characters made moaning sounds, I felt apprehensive. When I watched these scenes, I felt hot all over for some reason… At the same time, I felt that Ken’s cheeks seemed to have a kind of warmth in them as well.
I looked up at him and realized he was looking at me firmly.
He bent his head to kiss me, sucking mine firmly with two wet lips, tongues intertwined.
I closed my eyes to the intense kiss.
As I was fully absorbed in that intoxicating deep kiss, I suddenly felt a chill on my belly.
At some point, his hands had snuck into my tank top and slowly caressed my back, then gradually moved forward from my sides and finally landed on my breasts.
“No!” I snapped, screaming softly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
He said softly, his exhale blowing in my ear, making me tingle.
He continued to rub my breasts and rubbed my hardening nipples clockwise with the palms of his hands. I thought about pushing him away, but my whole body seemed to be completely powerless, and my heart was getting hotter and hotter, and my lower body was getting warm, like I was being bitten by ants.
After stroking for a while, he simply lifted up my tank top and licked and sucked on my nipples like a nursing baby.
By this time, we were in a semi-supine position. One of his hands slowly moved down from my chest and rested on my thigh, then stroked back and forth, making my heart itch even more. Following the smooth path, his hand kept moving up my leg and finally came to my private part.
Since he hadn’t put his underwear back on after the game earlier, he felt a wet forest swamp as soon as he touched it.
He probably hadn’t expected me to vacuum either, so he couldn’t help but gasp heavily when he came in contact with the soft pubic hair, and his hands rubbing his breasts suddenly became more vigorous.
“Thou shalt not…” I tried to spit out this weak resistance through the last of my virginal strength.
But when he kissed his way to the bead of my ear and blew into my ear, I could no longer speak, or maybe I didn’t want to speak at all.
His hand nimbly stroked my pussy, deftly ruffling my pubic hair.
He made slow circles in my triangle, from the outside to the inside, from the top to the bottom.
“AH…” I couldn’t help but moan as more love juice flowed from my vagina, thinking that I wanted more and more.
He picked me up and sat my whole body on his lap so that I was facing the screen while he wrapped his arms around me from behind (like two stacked seated L shapes).
My hips were right up against his boyfriend’s stall and feeling the hard bulge made my heart beat faster.
He spread his legs so that I spread my legs on top of him. At this point, he attacked my pussy with all his might, intertwining his two hands and stroking my pussy lips, then splitting into two, with one hand moving upwards, flicking my protruding nub, and the other moving downwards, until it reached the entrance of my already soaked pussy, and then slowly burrowing into it, exploring the inner mysteries like a small, deft snake, but only in a shallow way, not penetrating deep into the neck of the bottle. “Oh… oh…” Luckily, there were not many people in the theater and it was quite far away, so no one could hear my screams, and the girls in the movie screamed even louder than I did.
But at this point I couldn’t care less about this much, because my whole heart was stirring and experiencing this marvelous feeling.
His fingers plucked out stains inside my pussy while what was between his legs grew harder and harder.
His whole body burns and he pushes me away slightly and quickly unzips his pants, sliding his underwear and outer pants down to his knees . “Vivian, I love you.”
He said holding me by the waist and slowly pulling me down, his prick just against my pussy.
“I’m afraid…” I seemed to have visualized my next move.
“Don’t be afraid, just hold it in. ” He controlled his prick with one hand, grinding it against my pussy, the large round head moisturizing my hole, while the other hand simultaneously rubbed my breasts, giving me a thrill I’d never felt before.
As his speed increased, my pussy became a wet mess and I just wanted that hole to be filled. “Ah… I… I…” I gasped.
Ken, as if he could read my mind, said, “What’s wrong with you, sister?” “I… I…” He thrust his glans in slightly but pulled it out again immediately, making me even more tickled.
“I… I want…” “What do you want?” “I… I want you to… penetrate…” Before he could finish his sentence, he immediately pushed upwards, reaching the bottom of the deep hole.
“Yikes!” I yelped.
He wrapped his arms around me and asked with concern, “Did it hurt you?” Possibly because my vagina was already quite moist, the initial pang of pain was slowly replaced by an unprecedented pleasure.
He felt my love juices gushing out before he slowly, one at a time, pumped up, afraid it would increase my pain.
I felt a mind-blowing shock, the power, the touch, that made me almost faint.
After that, Ken gradually increased his strength, thrusting faster and faster, panting like a cow, and then holding my waist up and down, and finally pushed me up, and his semen spewed out from his glans like a volcano, spilling out all over the place.
Since then, Ken has taken more pity on me.
We now love this indoor sport more than playing tennis.