Second base

It was inevitable that Peter was going to ask if something had happened. They had been having sex semi-regularly, mostly at Amy’s insistence. She had been super horny from plotting to seduce Kenny. Peter’s erection had not been a problem but Amy knew that he had been thinking about what she was doing with Kenny. Eventually, while he was inside her, he asked.

“Darling, it’s too soon. He’s a very shy and naive guy. I’m not just asking him to watch me anymore. I need to get him to do stuff. It takes time. Anyway, I thought you didn’t want to know.”

“I don’t but something is happening, isn’t it?” He seemed like a little kid who wanted to know if his letter to Santa had arrived successfully.

Amy found it entirely adorable and she lifted her feet to his butt and encouraged him to pump harder. “I’m working on it. That’s all I am going to tell you.”

Peter was frustrated but he loved the fact that she wouldn’t say.

Spurred on by the unspoken approval of her husband, she began planning her next move. She had enjoyed the kissing. Kissing like that wasn’t something you did so much in a marriage. It was reminiscent of younger days when kissing was pretty much as far as things went. She couldn’t deny to herself that she wanted him to push it further.

She decided that a part of the problem was that he didn’t know where the limit was. It was like she was permitting him to do things. If he wanted to do more it was like he needed to ask permission. That wouldn’t do. He needed to know that there was no limit to what she was prepared to do or at least that he could take the initiative.

She found the perfect opportunity when she got a message from Peter telling her he would be late due to an emergency at the office. Something to do with servers and he might not be home until extremely late. This meant that it would just be her and Kenny for dinner so it was a great excuse to order pizza. She didn’t get to do that often as Peter was a little snooty about takeaway food.

When she heard Kenny come in she jumped up. She was in casual clothes. A white T-shirt with no bra and some pyjama shorts. Even her thong was grey cotton rather than colourful silk or satin and the straps peeked up above the low-slung shorts. “Hey Ken-ken, she called out to him as he was taking his jacket off. She walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek which made him jump. “It’s just us tonight. Peter’s working late so I thought we could get pizza and chill out on the sofa together.”

Kenny’s ears pricked up at the word together. “Er, sure, I like pizza. What time were you thinking of eating?”

“Whenever. I thought it would be fun to spend some time together anyway. I want to talk to you about our plan too,” she said, looking coy and swinging her shoulders making her breasts move with a hypnotic sway.

Kenny tried to maintain eye contact. “Yeah, that sounds good. I don’t have anything I need to do tonight.”

“Yay,” cheered Amy, bouncing on her heels and making it even harder for Kenny not to peek. “Why don’t you get into something Comfy and we can slouch around on the sofa?”

A moment later Kenny was walking into the living room in some sweatpants and a T-shirt. Amy was sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine, watching television. She paused it when he came in and beckoned him to sit next to her. She turned to face him, sitting on her knees looking excited. “Okay, I was thinking about this, getting used to girls thing,” she said.

“Okay,” said Kenny. He was trying not to look but he had just noticed that her nipples were slightly visible through the fabric of the top.

“I think I wasn’t clear enough with what I expect from you. And I don’t think I really knew what to expect either but now I do. When we are alone, I want you to think of me as your girlfriend. Let’s imagine that you asked me out and I said yes and we are just starting our relationship. That way you know that you can do anything you would do with any other girl you had asked out. I mean, what’s the point of trying to get you used to girls if you keep treating me like an auntie? You need to feel free to express yourself. Don’t you agree?”

This was big. He had been holding back because he thought she’d be upset if he took it too far. Now she was saying she wanted to pretend to be his girlfriend and do all the things that a girlfriend would do. A small niggle in the back of his mind wondered what Peter would say if he found out but the larger part was thinking about the kisses and the feel of her skin on his fingers. “Yes, I see what you mean,” he said. He wasn’t sure he did but Amy looked pleased so that was good. “What do we do now?”

“Now we pick something to watch and hang out.” She threw him the controller and jumped up. “Do you want a beer?” Amy asked and Kenny nodded as he browsed the films on the TV trying to decide what might work for both of them. He turned and watched Amy’s arse as she walked past, the thin pyjama shorts hid nothing and if anything she was just as sexy as when she wore her nicer clothes. He realised that there was a chance that he could, at some point in the future, potentially get to touch it. He adjusted his erection, glad that he was wearing his usual tight-fitting underwear. He distracted himself with finding a film but couldn’t help but admire the gentle sway of Amy’s chest as she handed him a beer.

Amy threw herself down on the sofa and helped him decide what they should watch. They chose a dumb comedy and sat companionably until, Amy pressed up to him and said, “You know, if we were going out, it would be fine to put your arm around me.”

Kenny did so and Amy happily leaned up against him. Her body was soft and warm and her hair smelled of whatever products she used on it. It was pretty and feminine and Kenny surreptitiously turned his head and took a sniff. If she noticed, she didn’t say. He tried to rest his hand casually on her upper arm, her teasing about hover hands running through his mind.

They stayed like that for a little while, sipping their drinks and laughing at the movie. Amy turned her head to him still smiling at the last joke but the smile drifted from her face as she tilted her chin up in a clear invitation for a kiss.

Sitting next to her, he had to shift his body position and in doing so he pulled her closer with his arm that was over her shoulder. There was no resistance as she allowed herself to be drawn closer to him as he made to kiss her before he could start thinking too much and bottle it. He pressed his lips to hers. They were as soft and inviting as they had been the first time and they reminded him to not push his kiss but match her soft and tender motions.

Their lips parted and he tried to take the initiative by being assertive with his tongue. It seemed like it was well received as she hummed gently into his mouth. Her hands came up and took hold of his face and pulled him forward as she fell back. The kiss could not be maintained as gravity took Amy and she fell back onto the sofa. Her arms were still out as she moved back and Kenny took it as an invitation to resume the kiss only this time she was lying on her back and he was on top of her. As he got closer she pulled his face to hers so they could resume their kiss.

Keny found that he had a free hand. One was trapped between Amy and the back of the seat holding him up but he didn’t know what to do with the other. He knew what he wanted to do and his hand twitched as he battled with himself. Through **** of will, he put it on her thigh. Her skin was silky smooth and he could feel the muscle she maintained with regular exercise but they weren’t so firm as to detract from their soft femininity. As much as he wanted to slip it up her inner thigh and touch her between the legs, he knew that would be too forward but there was somewhere else he wanted to touch and she had implied that it would be okay if he did.

His hand moved up the outside of her thigh until it reached the fabric of her nightie shorts. For a moment he wondered if he should grab her butt but he decided to stay on mission. Over her hip, he reached the end of the fabric and was met with the bare skin of her waist. He had touched it a little but her T-shirt had ridden up a little and now there was just soft, warm skin under his hand. He relished the curve of her waist as his hand moved over it continuing on its journey.

The fabric of her T-shirt came as a small barrier but, feeling more confident now, he worked his fingers under the fabric. The gentle bump of her ribs ran under his hand and before he had anticipated it, the tip of his fingers touched the bouncy softness of her breast. His fingers retreated slightly, his heart pounding in his ears as he had a moment of indecision but he felt tAmy’s lips tighten into a smile between their kisses and he pressed on. He reached out his now open hand and the soft sphere of flesh landed in his palm. Here, the object of men’s obsession, finally in his grasp. He gave an experimental squeeze and was met with another smile on his lips.

His hand began the great expedition that many young men ventured on as his hand began the trek up that mystical peak to find the summit and the prize that awaited at the top. As great as her mountains might be, the journey did not take long and the landscape changed from silky smooth to a rougher patch of land topped with proud protuberance. His fingers ran lightly over her nipple and he felt her shift sensually underneath him. As an inexperienced explorer, he did little more than get his bearings. The excitement of reaching his journey’s end made him giddy.

They continued like that for a little while until he lifted his head for some air. Amy was looking up at him, biting her lip and smiling seductively. “Hey,” she said like she was greeting him for the first time in a while.

“Hey,” he replied. He was breathing quite hard as the excitement of the situation ran through him.

“Let’s take a little break,” Amy suggested.

Kenny was disappointed. “Oh, okay,” he said, reluctantly withdrawing his hand from her top and sitting up. “Was everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah. It was great but I’m starting to get hungry and I think we both need to cool off a bit.”

“Both?” he asked.

“Of course, dummy. Girls get worked up too you know. I just think that we should slow it down a bit. This is supposed to be a girlfriend experience; not all girls would move as fast as I would. You have to be prepared for some capricious change in mood that makes a girl want to stop no matter how horny we are. Sometimes a thought just pops into our heads that makes us think that we should stop and you have to respect that. That’s what good guys do.”

“Yeah, okay,” he said as he tried to take that on board. He didn’t want to let his disappointment kill the mood. “I’m going to get another drink. Do you want one?”

“I’m good. I still have some wine but could you grab the takeaway menu from the random bits drawer in the kitchen while you are there?”

Kenny smiled and got up. As soon as he was out of sight he adjusted his painfully restrained erection. As he walked into the kitchen he looked at his hand. He had done it. He had finally touched a breast and to top it off it was one of the most spectacular breasts he had ever seen in real life. He pumped the air and let himself give over to the pure excitement of it. His usually quiet and restrained self cast aside as he did a little run on the spot and shouted “Yes!” but in a whisper.

By the time he handed Amy the takeaway menu he thought he had calmed down but she noticed that his usually calm or worried face still had a big goofy smile on it.

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