Like any teenage guy

Connor padded into Joan's room on bare feet. She was engrossed with her reading and the slow pumping of her fingers, and showed no signs of having heard her boyfriend approach. Connor climbed onto the bed, and gently put his hand on Joan's lower back through her tshirt. Joan gave a small yelp, and tried to spring up, but her boyfriend's hand kept her from rising.

"Shh, it's just me," said Connor, "I guess you were enjoying whatever's on your phone?"

"Oh! God..." said Joan, blushing through her tan with embarrassment, "I don't normally erm, read this stuff. But I was looking forwards to seeing you, and I'm sorry if you-"

"Shhh, it's fine. It's really hot. I wasn't sure whether to come in or just watch you from the door."

"Oh," she said, more quietly and more thoughtfully, and looked down at her phone, putting it face down on the bed covers. "You really like to see me-"

"Touch yourself?" said Connor, "Masturbate? Pushing your fingers into your little cunt as you fuck yourself?"

Connor had been worried he was overplaying things - Joan was, recent behavior aside, fairly prudish. She certainly didn't like bad language. For a moment he paused, looking for some reaction. He felt it even before her soft smile formed, a happy horny excitement welling up inside her. She looked up into his eyes, and he felt her hips shift under his hand as she began to stroke her dripping slit again. He began stroking her back through her shirt, and leaned in to kiss her ear.

"That's a yes, then. Good." Connor reached in front of Joan and picked up her phone. He quickly scanned her reading material. "Hmmm... let me see. 'He held her platinum locks tight in his hand, forcing her unresistant mouth further down his rigid shaft. She could taste..' Well. That's why you're so excited?"

Connor moved his free hand to Joan's mouth, and gently put the tip of his index finger to her lips.

"You were thinking about sucking cock?"

Softly, Joan began to suck on his finger, nodding imperceptibly. Connor could feel her lust growing; and he was almost painfully erect inside his jeans. He moved his other hand down to her ass, bare except for a pair of sopping panties that were already overstretched by Joan's busy hands, and gave it a squeeze.

"Or was it the thought of being ****?"