A not so little release

Tracy had gotten into Amy’s head. On the one hand, she thought taking it slow would be easier on Kenny. He was inexperienced so it had a kind of logic that she should ease him into it. On the other hand, there was the sink or swim mentality. Maybe she should have just fucked his brains out from the word go? Then, on top of that, there was the issue of making him suffer. Had she been winding him up too much?

She decided that the answer probably lay in between. She didn’t want to scare the guy off or make it unpleasant for him to live there and if she had just screwed him, it would have made things awkward and not really solved anything. She wanted him to feel comfortable being intimate and close with women, not just losing his V card. Equally, Tracy had been right about one thing. She wasn’t a teen girl stepping into her first sexual experiences, she was a skilled slut or had been once upon a time. There was no need to make him work for every single thing and a little reciprocation would probably be good motivation for him.

The problem was that her shifts were getting in the way. The shop was always short on staff and hiring. They employed a lot of young people who were too flakey and never stayed long. When that happened her manager would come bagging and, being the softie that she was, Amy would agree to take up the slack. She found herself working during the day in the middle of the week which was usually the prime time she would get with Kenny/ She was back by dinner time but then she was cooking as Peter was nearly home.

At least he was keeping her satisfied. She only needed to be vague about things and he would get all worked up but nothing had quite come as close as that time in the alley. She loved that. Wearing that slutty dress and showing herself off only to have him take her so aggressively against a rough brick wall. She had to think about how she could get that sort of reaction out of him again.

It was a month and a half before she got back to her usual routine and in that time she could do more than a little kissing when they crossed paths in the morning. In some ways, it was a blessing as Kenny got used to the casual affection and didn’t get so uptight at every meeting. He had been keeping his hands to himself as well but without the chance to take it further, Amy was pleased about that.

Finally, she had him at home during the day while Peter was at work. She decided to forgo a bra today as she wanted him to have easy access to her chest. Her breasts moved enticingly under the thin fabric of her top and her nipples pressed against the material making them quite obvious.

She walked into his room to find him playing a visual novel. He hadn’t noticed her so she put her hands on his shoulders. He jumped when she did. “You gave me a fright,” he said when he saw it was her.

“Sorry,” giggled Amy. She swung around him and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck to support herself. “She’s cute. Is this a new one?” she said when she looked at his screen.

“Yes. I have finished a couple since you last hung out with me,” he said.

“I know, I’m so sorry. Work just got silly. I’m here now though. Want to fool around?”

Kenny looked at her and smiled. “I was kind of hoping you would say that.”

“Silly boy, you don’t have to wait for me to suggest it. If Peter’s not around then the worst I’m going to say is that I’m too busy. Even then, I’m usually up for a little making out.” She jumped off his lap and pulled him out of his chair. “Come on, let’s lay on the bed,” she urged.

Kenny allowed himself to be pulled along until Amy pushed him onto the bed. He shifted up it to be more comfortable and Amy crawled onto the bed too. Her top was pretty low anyway and now gravity was pulling on her breasts it made her cleavage truly impressive and Kenny could not take his eyes off it. She crawled on top of him and he couldn’t help but reach up and grab one of her breasts.

Amy gave Kenny a look of shock but she was smiling through it. “Ken-ken, look at you. So impatient.”

Kenny didn’t take his hand away. “Sorry, I’ve just wanted to do that for weeks.”

“Why didn't you? I wouldn’t have stopped you.”

“I was on my way to classes. I would have gotten too worked up.”

“I can see that. I noticed you had just kept to kissing. Come here.” She finished her crawl toward him and planted her lips on his. The advantage of that regular morning kissing was that he automatically kissed her just how she liked. Between his hand groping her chest and his soft, inviting kisses, she was getting quite worked up. She broke the kiss and sat up. She hooked her fingers under the hem of her top and pulled it over her head making her breasts bounce free.

Kenny had touched Amy’s breasts but this was the first time he was seeing them. Up close, anyway. Seeing her strip when she was asking him about her outfit was one thing but this time he coils stare with impunity and more than that, he could touch them. He ran his hands up her body and reverently groped her amazing tits. Amy giggled and hummed as she enjoyed the way he touched her. “Come on, you take your top off too,” she urged and started pulling at his top. He was a little **** but he relented and allowed her to pull his top over his head.

Amy was a little taken aback. He was still skinny but his body had definitely changed. It was probably because he was so skinny that it was noticeable but he had a hint of muscle showing on his arms and torso. “How much have you been working out?” she asked as she ran her hand over his chest. “I’ve been doing big workouts with Peter twice a week but I’ve been trying to do a bit every day even if it’s just a twenty-minute run on the treadmill. You know, he was right. I’ve been a lot more focused once my body got used to it. Does it show?” he asked.

“Do you not look in the mirror?”

“Not really. Makes me feel a bit self-conscious.”

“You should. I can tell you’ve been working hard. Keep it up,” she urged as she rubbed his chest.”

Kenny looked pleased that his effort was paying off. Amybent down to kiss him and Kenny became very aware of the feeling of Amy’s bare breasts pressing against him. His cock was constrained in his underwear and he was dying to adjust it but he didn’t want to look like he was being forward.

Amy could feel the hardness in Kenny’s crotch. She was **** to know what his cock was like. Ever since her conversation with Tracy she had imagined it every time she was in the same room as him. She imagined something slender and pink, a virgin's cock. It was also probably very hard and energetic.

There was a distinct difference now that they both had their tops off. Their skin was touching and they could feel each other’s warmth. Kenny was incredibly turned on by the feeling of her breasts pressing against his body. Her skin was impossibly soft. He couldn’t let go of her wonderful tits.

Amy was getting hot and heavy. Everything she did with Kenny felt nostalgic, like her early experiences that she had enjoyed so much that led her to want to do more. She reached down and began pulling at the belt on Kenny’s jeans. “What are you doing?” Kenny asked.

Amy smiled and said, “I think it’s time I made up for making you hard all those times. She got up and moved so she could pull down his jeans. She got a glimpse of his tighty whities. “We really need to have a talk at some point about your choice of underwear,” she said as she pulled his trousers off his legs.

“I have to wear them,” said Kenny. “They are the only thing that stops my erections showing and embarrassing me.”

“That’s okay. You just need to not be embarrassed by your natural reaction.” She hadn’t really been paying attention to his body as she had taken his trousers off but now she hooked her fingers into the elastic of his underwear and bit her lip as she slowly pulled it down. “Oh my god,” she said as Kenny’s cock, which had been held between his legs, sprang out.

“Can you see why I need the tight underwear? It’s really obvious when it gets hard.”

“Yeah, I can see that now,” she said as she stared at it. It seemed as big as the biggest cock she had ever seen in person and it might even be bigger. It was hard to tell because on Kenny’s slender body it looked utterly massive whereas the other guy had been pretty big. He had been an arrogant twat but that had not been completely a bad thing. A cocky attitude and A big cock had its own appeal but not for any sort of long-term relationship. She remembered thoroughly enjoying the times she had slept with him and now a similar cock was right in front of her. “Kenny? Do people know you have such a big one?”

“No, I was too embarrassed. I used to get changed in the toilets when we did sports at school and I always wore tight underwear.”

Amy took hold of his cock. Her dainty hand couldn’t close around it. She gave it a couple of experimental pumps. It was so thick and heavy and the head was so bulbous, the shaft veiny. It didn’t match Kenny at all. It felt like it should have been attached to a big hairy guy. It felt good in her hand. Kenny clearly thought so too as he moaned a little. “Sorry,” he apologised. “It feels good.”

Amy moved to lay next to him, his cock still in her hand. “You don’t need to apologise. I want you to feel good,” she said softly. They kissed as she continued to run her hand up and down his shaft. “You don’t need to be embarrassed by this cock. You should be proud of this big, beautiful cock.” She kissed him again, passionately. She was now incredibly turned on.

They were both getting hot and heavy as they kissed. Kenny turned onto his side so he was facing Amy. Amy’s hand was between them working up and down. It was not a finessed handjob but she was too worked up and into the kissing to pull out her top skills. Kenny was enjoying it regardless. Both of them enjoyed the feel of his cock rubbing against her body as she jerked him. Every time the head touched her tummy she thought about how deep it would go inside her. She wanted to try it. She battled the desire to pull her panties aside and ease him into her. Her willpower was ebbing away. A moment later she would have given in to that desire but Kenny said, “I’m going to cum.”

That had saved her from going too far. She sped up her hand motions and she soon felt warm splashes of cum on her skin. She purposefully held the tip towards her so she could at least enjoy the feeling of his cum. The kinkiness of it made her pussy twitch. Her hand slowed. She had watched his face as he came and she could see the telltale sign of sensitivity that would make her stroking too intense so she let go and lightly ran her fingers over the shaft. “There, is that better?” she cooed, maternally.

“Yes. That was just great. You felt amazing,” Kenny said, enthusiastically.

“I’m pleased,” giggled Amy. “Gosh, you came a lot. Were you a bit backed up?”

“No, I came this morning.”

“Really? How often do you usually masturbate?” She was a little shocked by that.

“I try not to do it more than three times but I prefer to keep it to two,” said Kenny as if that was normal.

“Hang on, what do you mean you try to do it no more than three times? Do you want to do it more?”

“Yeah. It can be a pain. I don’t like it when I don’t get anything else done. Sometimes I can’t help it.”

Amy realised that her hand was still casually playing with his cock and it was still hard. She took her hand away. She was suddenly filled with a feeling of panic. She tried to cover it up as she sat up and climbed off the bed. “Look at me, I need to jump in the shower.” She grabbed her clothes and headed out saying, “I’ll see you later, okay?”

She heard Kenny saying, “Oh, okay, see you later,” as she walked quickly out of his room and into the bathroom. She switched on the shower and took the remains of her clothes off. Her panties were soaked. She remembered Kenny filling up her other ones with cum. She touched her belly where there was a deposit of that same cum. In a fit of arousal, she traced the cum over her stomach before shaking her head and jumping in the shower. Her hand was straight between her legs and her other grabbed her breast remembering the feeling of his hand.

She brought herself to orgasm and stood with the water flowing over her. She had been frightened by her own arousal. That big, thick cock, so much cum and still hard after cumming not to mention the idea of multiple times in a day. Her hand was between her legs again. She cursed Tracy for pushing her along. How was she supposed to follow her plan knowing he had that amazing cock? She dug deep, “Fuck, I’m going to be frustrated for a while.”