Tracey naked on your bed would make you very happy.

You close the front door and take Tracey's hand. Leading her up the stairs towards your room. "Well, I'm already happy that you're here." You tell her. "But to tell the truth, I'm really not that interested in studying. I'm doing OK in English, and we're seniors, no one is going to care about our grade on that test."

When you get into your room, you turn her to face you again. You take the initiative of kissing her. Your hand tangles in her hair, holding her head while you press your tongue deep into her mouth. The kiss is rushed and urgent. Your fingers curl, clenching and tugging on her long, soft hair. She lets out a moan into your mouth at the sting in her scalp.

Your other hand slides up her side, it moves to her breast, kneading and squeezing it through her top. You can feel that she isn't wearing a bra under the light sweater she's got on. Her tit feels so soft and fills your hand nicely as your fingers close around it.

You pull your mouth away from hers, and gasp out. "Fuck! I want you naked." In a hoarse voice. She nods in agreement, grinning wide. Your hands move to the hem of her sweater, tugging it up, over her head and off. She raises her arms as you fumble to strip her top off, then moves to take her skirt off, letting it drop around her ankles. You're stunned into inaction, staring at her smooth, perfect body, as she slides her pink panties down off her hips, and lets them drop too.

"Is this good?" she asks with a confident chuckle. You figure she can see the expression of hungry desire on your face, and knows full well how good she looks to you. You nod, and pull her into your arms again. Kissing her hard, tongue thrusting hard into her mouth, panting. One hand slides down to her ass, cupping her firm buttock and squeezing. The other moves back to her tit, stroking it, then finding her nipple, pinching lightly, tugging. Your hips rock, grinding the hard bulge in your crotch against her belly.

She is reacting as though this is the most erotic thing that she has ever experienced. She moans and shivers at everything you do to her. Her legs tremble, and she hangs on to you as if her knees are about to buckle. You move towards your bed, walking her backwards, then give her a little shove to sit her down on it. Her face turns up to yours with a look of adoration in her eyes.

Even though you just jerked off a little while ago, you feel like you are ready to cum again. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, and start stripping off your clothes, watching her the whole time you undress.

When you push down your boxer shorts, your stiff cock juts out, just inches in front of Tracey. She blinks in surprise, then a confused frown crosses her face. Her fun, sexy, carefree attitude seems to evaporate, as if some harsh reality just hit her. "I... fuck... this is so weird!" She says, her arms crossing in front of her as she hugs herself and shivers. "I've never met anyone who turns me on like you do... now. Just since this morning." She shakes her head. "No guy, not even the sexiest girls I know. When you touch me, I get instantly wet." Her voice is a whisper, almost like she's talking to herself more than you. Trying to work out what's going on her her mind. She looks at your cock and her hand reaches out, her fingertips hesitantly trace along your shaft. It strains at the touch and precum drools from the head in a long sticky line to the floor. She gasps at that. Her fingers curl around your cock, and start to lightly stroke. If you hadn't jerked off before she arrived, you're sure you wouldn't have been able to control yourself, and would be shooting already. "I've never been interested in seeing or touching any dick before. I still think they're kinda weird and gross. Why does yours get me so hot?"