She should give you a hand...

"As your girlfriend... shouldn’t I be helping you out? Given your... situation?" - She says amidst giggles. - "You did say girlfriends always make their boyfriends feel good, right?" – And with that, I watch her stand up, turn around and bend over, sliding her jeans down. – "Does… this help?" - Looking back “innocently” over her shoulder, she then winks at me. It seemed Alice was particularly "excited" after our last encounter, maybe thinking she had to make up for it? Me? I was just enjoying it.

"Hmm-hum." – Was all I could mumble while I stared at her shapely teenage ass.

"And... what about this?" – She steps out of her jeans and lifts her shirt over her head, throwing it away. Naturally, I now had to adjust my dick in my pants, which brought about another giggle from her. She knew how to be a tease when she wanted to.

"What do you think, Mr. Archer? Am I helping? Am I being a good girlfriend?" – She questions, faking innocence.

"Boy, am I happy to see you… what underwear could possibly fit me now?" - I ask, looking down at the hard-rock piece of meat between my legs.

"None I hope!" – She quickly replies, before walking over to the side table and spitting in the glass once again. She was diligent, that girl. I’d forgotten about it completely, but she obviously hadn’t. She climbs on me, facing my feet, then tugs on my shoes. With no socks, they were pretty stuck. In her struggle to remove them, her cute ass would wiggle teasingly in front of my eyes. After a bit, she finally manages, turning around to unbutton my pants next.

"Just what do you think you’re doing, missy?" - I ask, pretending to be a hard-ass.

"I’m..." - Pause for thought. -"Just messing around with my… hey, what’s it to you?" – She acidly replies. Moments later, Alice lays my pants on the floor and tries to climb even further on me when I stop her - with my foot on her chest.

"But what if… your boyfriend doesn’t want to mess around?" – Alice was stunned at first, but soon realizes my game.

"Oh… in that case… I guess I’ll have to play on my own then." – She says, rubbing her nipples under her bra and moaning. She was very obviously trying to make up for something, she'd never been this... forward until now. Not even close, despite her obedience. Not that I cared, not one bit.

Still trying to prove a point, Alice then unceremoniously grabs my foot that resting on her chest and starts rubbing it against her teenage body. God, that felt good, her soft pale skin caressing my foot like that. I had my eyes closed when I felt Alice’s tongue brush against my toes all of a sudden.

I moaned loudly and involuntarily. When I opened my eyes, I saw Alice's head bent forward. She was sucking each of my toes, while rubbing my foot with her hands. Fuck that was hot.

"So sad my boyfriend doesn’t want to play with me…" - She murmured amid sensual licks.

Unable to stand still, I sat back up on the futon. Noticing her effects on me, Alice just stuck her tongue out even further with a smile. The little minx knew how to manipulate.

My foot was covered in her saliva, so in an attempt to switch dynamic, I begin rubbing my foot all over her face, before slowly prying her lips open with my toes. Obediently, Alice gives in and I started sliding as much as I can inside her dirty little mouth. Soon, all my toes are being tickled by her teenage tongue at the same time.

"Ok… so... maybe your boyfriend DOES wanna play after all…" - I mumbe, eliciting a giggle from my beautiful girl. Without another word, Alice lowers my foot and climbs back on top of me.

"And lastly..." – She unbuttons my shirt and helps me get rid of it. In that position, my dick nests right between her legs, brushing against her teenage cunt. I was horny and ready to devour that girl.

In ecstasy, I grab Alice’s ass and begin thrusting up, rubbing my shaft on the cotton hiding that pussy. I can tell she's loving it, the moistness of her panties doesn't lie. Unexpectedly, Alice gets up ending all the fun. She leans backwards in the most awkward position and, just like in her workout, she reachs back for the glass on the side table. I could see the smile on her face, proud of her “feat”. She smiles and wiggles the glass, clearly eager to put it to use. I smile, sitting up on the futon and Alice leans in for a kiss. But as she does, her left knee slides off the futon, making her lose balance. Her whole body tilts left and, in a no more than a second, she's on the floor.

"Are you okay, honey?!" – I quickly asked.

"Yea… I think so… I slipped…"

"Yea, I saw, the futon's all wet..."

Alice stares at the empty glass that had rolled against my desk and frowns. – "I took me ages to gather all that… can’t believe this!"

"It’s ok, honey, it was an accident."

"No, it’s not! How can we play now? I ruined yet another thing today! What’s wrong with me?!"

"Alice, the couch is all sweaty, anyone could’ve slipped!"

"But now we can’t play anymore…" - I couldn’t believe how frustrated she was. I guess she was really eager to make it up to me... and who was I to say no to that? Which is when something occurred to me.

"Actually… I think I know a way to fix everything..." – Alice was now throwing me a hopeful look.