Hell yes!

Corey nods, fighting back the excitement. Holy shit, she wants to with me. Me!! All the scenarios swim across Corey's mind like wild dolphins, uncaged and unpredictable. He imagines everything from a handjob, to seeing her naked, to having sex for the first time.

All these thoughts, however, are sliced away by the knife of Casey's hands. Somehow, without his noticing, she undid his belt and now is sliding his shorts down his slender legs. They reach his ankles and he enthusiastically kicks them off, leaving him one piece of clothing away from being naked with this teen beauty. Casey then stands up and begins working on the button of her own shorts, and then begins to shimmy them down her thin gymnast legs in the sexiest way possible. She also kicks them away, in the same direction as Corey's discarded clothing, leaving her in just her striped bra and orange boy short panties.

Corey stares at the near-naked teen beauty in front of him and inspects the near perfect specimen as if his life depends on it. He starts at her small breasts, which seem to be beckoning him from their colored home. Now, however, he can better examine her bottom half. Her legs are firm and void of hair of any kind. They reach up to a perfect conjunction in the nether between her legs. He knows her ass is a piece of perfection, even without seeing it yet encased in only tight boy shorts.

"Casey," he manages to croak out, "can- can you turn around?"

She smiles at his simple request and obliges, letting Corey bask in the glory of her tight ass. She looks back over her shoulder to see the blissful look on his face, and can't help but to laugh. A deep blush once again spreads across Corey's face. What the fuck did I fuck up, his mind worries, did I ruin this whole chance?

Casey turns around once again and sits on Corey's right leg with one arm around his neck and looks into his hypnotizing eyes. She feels a slight sigh escape Corey, as if in relief. Just wait until later if that was relieving, she thought. Casey once again leans in to kiss his addictive lips again, and isn't disappointed when he immediately requests entry to her mouth. Their tongues dance between their warm mouths like longtime dancing partners, swaying gracefully to the tune of some unheard music. Casey moves her free right hand to Corey's firm chest and begins to drag her nails softly along his nipples and abs, causing him to moan into her mouth. She begins to softly trace intricately seductive patterns across her fledgling lover's torso, and unlocks their lips, only to find their new home resting on Corey's neck. Her nails continue their journey down to the waistband of the blue boxers covering Corey's manhood, and resting on the firmness that is raging hard on in Corey's boxers.

Holy shit, she's touching my dick, Corey thinks, as his covered penis jumps into her soft hand. She wraps her hand around the rod and begins to slowly stroke it, causing a series of moans to spring out of Corey. They end their eternal kiss, gasping for air as Casey focuses on something new. Her soft, nimble fingers find the waistband of Corey's boxers and begin to play with it, teasing her partner.

"What do you think Corey? Do we need these on?" She asks, starting at Corey's deep green eyes, but not missing the rosy blush beginning to spread across his flustered face.

"I- I don't know" he stammers, confused on whether or not to take the lead here, "Do- do you want to?"