Second thoughts

The trip home was uneventful. He kissed her good night and ran his hands over her breasts. She remembered that she couldn't believe how good it had felt, then she broke and ran for home. Thank goodness her parents had been asleep when she had let herself in. She bolted upstairs to her bath room. Stripping, she found her panties and jeans were soaked in the crotch. This had never happened before. In the shower under scalding hot water, she started remembering how good his lips and tongue had felt on her breasts. She began rubbing them, and felt the same wonderful tingling as her nipples became rock hard. Running her hand down between her legs with a wash rag, she began to rub her swollen clit. It startled her that this simple act produced such an intense feeling. She increased the pressure and the tempo and found her hips involuntarily being to move back and forth. She remembered the beginning of a warm wave that became bigger and bigger until with sudden spasms it blotted out the whole world with overwhelming pleasure. It was her first orgasm.
That night was filled with erotic dreams. Over and over, she saw herself caressing that huge cock, tasted its salty sweetness, gently peeled back the foreskin and teased the hole with her tongue, felt the hands on her nipples, then his lips sucking them and his tongue teasing ...teasing...
She awoke the next morning early and found that in the night she had pulled off her panties, her nipples were rock hard and she began rubbing, pulling and squeezing them. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and she remembered thinking "My God, what have I been missing?" Her hand had gone down her belly and between her legs. She began brushing her fingers against the lips of her labia, and was rewarded with even greater sensations. Tentatively she inserted two fingers and began caressing her clit. Pure pleasure took over and all thought of what she was doing stopped. Her thrusts became quicker and were matched by the thrusts of her hips. She began to feel tightness in her loins, her nipples threatened to burst, and then wave after wave of sensation that to this day she couldn't describe began to sweep her away
After her climax, she had drifted off into a deep and totally dreamless sleep, only to be awakened rudely by the alarm clock. She showered again, dressed for school and went down stairs. She was lost in thought, and hardly heard he mom ask how her date went last night and had absolutely no idea what her reply was. Jogging to school she went over and over the date last night. She had no idea that a girl could get so much pleasure out of being kissed and caressed. Maybe she was wrong with not letting him kiss her breasts and touch her pussy. Giving him a blow job hadn't been all that bad; in fact she had to admit she had enjoyed it. She started looking forward to their next date, and seeing him today to tell him so.