Spring Break with Eric and Donna

Spring Break

He lay with feet wedged high up the wall into the corner and head propped upon a stack of needed to be read texts. The history text open, scanning the highlighted lines and margin notes. Why? Is it so damn hard to remember a few dates and events. Civil War History, mid term, behind him and not so well done either, he vowed to work harder at it. The memory of the screeching tires and hooted calls from the lot at school as all the bunch gathered for break, drove away on their vacations, added to his discomfort. Eric was determined to master this class at all costs.
His door slowly creaked open and a tousled head of red hair preceded the fair skinned Donna, as she crept past the opening. "Want any help,?" she inquired.
"Yeah,! It's not like I'm ever gonna get this crap. It must come natural to you, but everything seems to run together for me." He twisted his feet out of the corner and reached under his bed, "Wanna cold one?"
"Just a sip." Her fingers brushed his as she took the frosty can and lifted it to her crimson lips. Wiping a smudge of red from the can, she tilted it toward his mouth, spilling it on his chin and chest. She giggled easily.
"Hey, you did that on purpose!" His smile belied his sincerity
She leaned into him, lapping the drops from his chest, "There, is that better?"
"You had better stop, or I won't get this stuff read."

She lifted the open book that had slipped from his grasp, peered at the notes, tapped his head and said, "You got everything right here, what's you problem?" Her head rested against his belly as he sipped from the can. "I'll ask, you answer!" as she flipped to the chapter start.
"What was…? When did…? Why did…? Who…? "The questioning continued. Each section repeated until the answers became routine. "See, I knew you had it in you." and she closed the book, placing it next to her head. Her fingers accidentally brushed against the buttons of his jeans. The hardness so innocently touched, shocked but stirred her. Her attention drifted away from the tutoring task and into their relationship. They had petted and necked, even touched places supposedly forbidden. It had often left her uncomfortable and nervous but now away the eyes of their friends, is was different. Her hand returned, more confidently. She tilted her eyes toward his and blew a mock kiss at him before rolling her head and delivering the real thing. Their lips glued together, her breath hot against his.

Eric in his youthful way had loved her since he was five; they had grown up as kids and were always the best of friends. Older now, he had often thought of her in these other ways. His **** kept his actions in tow. She, now the aggressor, shook his resolve. Nervously, his hand brushed her sweltering torso. Her body language invited more of his touch. A round fullness cradled in his palm. He could feel her breath quicken as his touch became more brazen. Fingers crept beneath the fabric and burned against her fiery skin. Higher until the lacy cup tingled in his grasp. She twisted under his touch, until the clasp released. The lace unencumbered, snaked from her yielding and offering breasts. The flesh hot and cool, silky to his touch, melted into his grasp. His hand molded to her shape, letting sensation take control. He toyed with a nipple, swelled and extended between his fingers..
Confidence building, her fingers outlined his stiff member through the coarse jeans. Deft fingers loosened the uppermost buttons, as her hand freed the encumbered digit from its prison. Easily she stroked him. Still not satisfied she unbuckled his belt and bared him to her gaze. She knelt at his side urging the shucking of the pants. Her one unburdened hand along with him accomplished the ungraceful task, amid the bursts of laughter. Her sweater riding high on her body bunched above her beautiful breasts. She pulled the sleeves from her arms and slipped the garment over her head. The lace also slipped from her shoulders, joining the gathering pile beside them. Her fair skin glistened in the slanting light from the blinds. Stripes of sunlight blazed across her rosy nipples, highlighting the perfect shaped globes.
He lifted the lacy garment crushing it to his nose, inhaling the smells of her body. His fingers again circled the nipples, teasing. A breast in either hand he gently urged her to him. Willingly, she shifted her position until his lips closed around an extended nipple. His tongue circled the rosy aureole, teasing it with suckling lips. Slurping sounds music to his ears, shivers of passion into hers.
Donna straddled his body, all the while maintaining the delightful contact between her nipple and his hot demanding lips. Her mini skirted hips saddled his near nudity in mated contact. She pressed her thighs against him trapping his stiffness neatly centered in her groin. She demanded different attention as her lips captured his, stolen from her breast. Her still clad puss throbbed against him. The matched pair of lacy undies became spotted with dampness as their prone dance of passion accelerated.
His finger's tips traversed her spine sending a chilling anticipating shiver through her body. She ran her long fingers beneath his shirt, painting his slender chest with a soft touch. Coyly, one nail circled one nipple making both stiffen as he had done to her. Her nails slithered in unison, pressure barely enough to be felt, raking his torso, teasing his nerves. Her arms entirely under his shirt; she easily lifted the hem over his head. It fell short of joining the pile beside them. Suspended by lips and groin, her brightly colored nails tickled his frame. The faint red trails began to appear as her control of her own emotions escalated.
Fingers stopped at her waist hooking the band. Resisting until she freed the top button and progressed down the zipper. Skirt since removed their bodies meshed. Their heads together and nested in the others throat, lips whispered soft murmurs to the other. Her warmed pussy cradled his stiffness as their pulse throbbed between them separated only by the silken panties, dampened by her anticipation. He cradled the rounded cheeks of her ass in sweaty palms, grinding her closer still.
Donna had made up her mind today was the day. Her pulse pounded even harder in her throat, as she felt his pulse pound heavy in her nest. The petting, the making out at the movies had not prepared either for this actual moment. Dizziness, it felt like she might faint, her breath so short and rapid. Her long nailed fingers interlaced behind his head as she lifted his lips to hers. Openly searching, their tongues dueled and gasping hot breath mingled.
As the dance progressed they scattered the once neat pile of discarded garments, with positions constantly reversing and each not willing to release contact with the other. Eric, leaning on an elbow cradling her head, slightly above her green eyes. He placed his crimson coated lips against her lids. One and the other, kissing them closed before mating again her lips and his. He couldn't contain himself any longer. His gaze and touch gravitated towards her chest. Softly his fingers traced the circles around each nipple. He touched the rosy jutting point and between his lips, a snakelike tongue darted to savor her taste.
He palmed one globe as he buried his face between. His hands roamed to the flat ridge of her stomach. The muscles quivered under his fingers crisscrossing her abdomen and toying at the band of the stained panties. She lifted her haunches in anticipation of his next touch. Slowly, tantalizing, his finger crept under the stretchy lace following the band across the flatness of her groin. He teased fingers into the red curly nest barely hidden beneath. Her hips spread, inviting. Invitation accepted, the inquisitive visitor opened the moist entrance, slippery with the wetness. He fingered the lips apart exposing the tiny miniature penis, excitedly poking from its sheath. As his touch loitered, her hips and pelvis gyrated in slow methodical movements. Each feathery tease vibrated her to the soul. Her life, her virginity was totally within his hands, to do with as he wished, as she wished…
She wanted him to share with her the feelings she was experiencing. Cool hands searched until his hardness was against her palm. Wrapping her slender fingers, sheathing him, her movement first unfurled his shiny pressured knob and extended him even more rigid and ready. Repeatedly she manipulated his stiffness drawing from within tiny drops of his glistening fluid. She capped the head and thumbed the droplets until his bulbous knob shone with the slick juice.
His hand cupped her mound, relishing the control he maintained over her senses. As he knelt between her open spread legs his thumbs hooked in the band of lace. Slowly under his tension and with her help, he uncovered the fire surrounding the lovely pubic nest. Knees bent and pushing with her feet, her hips lifted clear of the floor and the lacy panties cleared her buttocks. He stripped them past her drawn up knees, savoring the bare beauty beneath him.
As she cleared one foot, his lips touched the bared toe, suckling it between. She waited no longer. Her legs wrapped around his frame pulling him and his stiffened member in total contact. Hand, still grasping the shaft, she nudged his slippery head into the moist entrance. His unpracticed movements were frustrating them both, until his rhythm caught up with hers. Gently, he delved deeper, until the barrier of her virginity blocked further passage. Her pulsating pussy quivered around him. She sucked in a deep breath and heel spurred his insertion past the tiny thin membrane that had protected her so long. A flinch, a whimper and a biting of the lower lip preceded his complete penetration into her vagina. Hesitating but a split second, she encouraged him forward. An, 'I want you,' kiss told him she was okay. He was hesitant as he lay his head softly on her chest. She clamped his hungry face between her breasts as to **** attention away from his concern. Her pelvis lifted in opposing thrusts to his. Soon the rapture had washed away the hesitance, the pain and the doubt. More confident now, he stroked the walls of her now eager tunnel, filling the young red head. Her heels dug again at his backside, urging him onward.
As he pressed his hardness into her, she ravished his lips, holding his face to hers. Her lips parted as her breath came in short halting gasps. Each attempted word muffled as he ground his devouring lips into hers. Words, short soft words attempted between each driving stroke into her sexual toy box. He, so inexperienced, could only hope she would still care the same after today. Soon, too soon his ineptness erupted leaving with her emotions strung taut and unfulfilled. He lay upon her soft warm body, still impaled basking in the exhilaration but feeling the need for something more.
Apologetically, he shifted to lie beside her. Taking command, she dug her bright colored nails firmly into his shoulder blades resisting his withdrawal, "You aren't going anywhere, mister!" Using his started motion, she continued the roll his body began beneath hers. Straddling his slender hips, still impaled upon his youthful and energetic cock, she coaxed it's attention back to her. Hips in motion, she re-ignited the fire of his loins, all the while serving her hungry libido further helpings of his cock. Her body rocked to the tempo of her hips, pressing on to his hardness, stroking on the smaller focus of fire at the top of her nest. Rigid now, her clit enlarged and vibrated against his shaft. Relieving the tension with a rearing head thrown into a sitting stance, her body fully open to his gaze.
He hesitated only slightly as his cool hands cupped the pleasure mounds she displayed. A devilish smile, slowly crossed her lips as she controlled his penile depth simply with muscular tightness. Release, followed by her pushing his manhood gently to the brink of her love cavern, and releasing him again to fill her. Repeatedly the clenching walls of her pussy gripped and released his shaft. The effect of her actions not only spurred his emotions into high gear but ignited a similar wave of the electric chill that preceded her climax during heavy petting. "Hold me," as her hips vibrated unceasingly, grinding into his. She placed his hands at the round curve of her hips, to match the tempo she demanded. Breath shortened as she gasped, " OH, gawd, oh…" This encouraged Eric and bolstered his confidence. He was able to bring something to the union. Hands busied her hips as the gyrations increased in tempo and intensity. Gasps of delight escaped again from her lips as the first waves racking her were replaced with uncontrollable tidal surges. Each intensifying pulse orally escaped from her lips accompanied by animal noises, the only intelligible expression she was capable during the affair. "You, now, please…" as the tempo slowed to match her complete total release. Again she felt a mountainous surge that matched his climatic burst inside her still sensitive tunnel. Milking his precious deposit again with the same muscular control, she smiled knowingly.
She again crushed her bosom against his heaving chest and with an occasional tweak deep with her internal grip, said, "I bet this is a historic date and event you won't have trouble remembering."