Talk nervously

You haven't been this jittery around a girl since that time in high school when you sat on the couch with Betsy Warner at her house. Betsy wanted you very badly and had informed you with her surreptitious flirting and innuendo, always out of earshot of her parents. But you had seen the well-used shotgun that her dad kept on the wall opposite the front door. It kind of put a damper on anything romantic with her, at least at her house. She made it up to you when she let you screw her under the football bleachers late one night a week later.

So now, feelings of self-preservation are battling with your growing desire for this sexy teenager, at least partially fueled by your memories of Betsy. "So, how were your college classes today?" you ask, self-preservation directing you toward a safe topic.

"Mmm, they were okay, but now I need a break from studying. Why don't you come here and give me a kiss?" she replies in a husky, low voice, dripping with lust. Suddenly, you realize that Dianne actually looks quite a bit like Betsy. They are both dark-haired and slim, yet curvy, with full lips and large tits. You find yourself becoming more and more aroused by her and the resemblance; your pants are bulging from your excitement. Your desire for her gets the upper hand, and you lean toward her, your arms wrapping around her willing body. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss as your hands roam over each other.

Dianne breaks the kiss and says, "Sex is the perfect thing to relieve the stress of school, don't you think? Or a hard day of caretaking the building?" She giggles and then gasps as you hungrily kiss her neck.

You are astonished by her words, since they easily could have some out of Betsy's mouth. Betsy used to love having sex after school, so the two of you would go to your house. Since your parents both worked, you had the house to yourselves for a couple hours most afternoons. Her mention of the building and your thoughts of the last two days bring a grin to your lips. With so many women, you haven't had time to do any real caretaking duties. Your mind and body are both in agreement as the last wisp of fear vanishes from your brain. You squeeze her nearest breast firmly as you lick her earlobe; the reward for your efforts a series of moans from Dianne.

For her part, she is vigorously rubbing your stiff penis through your jeans, generating quite a bit of heat and friction. You find her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her top and pinch it lightly, getting more groans from her. You lock lips with her again, thrusting your tongue between them to play with her tongue. You run your hand up her belly to the edge of her crop top and slide it under it, finding nothing but the smooth skin of her breast, as she is not wearing a bra. Your fingers graze over her nipple, rubbing it roughly, as you lift her top off her tits.

You immediately fondle the now-bared breast, and Dianne breaks the French kiss and exclaims, "Oh, yes! Play with my tits! Lick 'em! Suck 'em!" You lick your way down her neck and chest; you start circling her tit, wagging your tongue on her flesh. Her breathing is coming fast as you tease her nipple with the tip of your tongue; she is writhing and rolling on the couch, her face lost in her ecstasy. You firmly cup her far tit in your palm with your thumb and forefinger tweaking her nipple. Then you suck her other nipple hard into your mouth at the same time as you pinch the far one in your fingers. She utters a low yell, and her back arches, pushing her tit farther into your face.

Suddenly, she rolls toward you and ends up straddling your hips as she deftly slips her top over her head. She tosses it blindly across the room as she starts rocking on top of your trapped cock; her fantastic orbs bounce erotically in front of your face.