Losing their virginity

Joe and Wendy have been going steady for two years they met each other their sophomore year of high school. They live in rural farm town in North Carolina. Joe is 6’3” 290 he plays football and is a member of the FFA. His family farms and owns a trucking business. Wendy is brunette a cute sexy chubby girl with all the right curves with 44DD tits. Her family owns the locate diner in town and laundromat. They’re both still virgins saving them self for the right time. One evening after school. They make stop before going home.

They pulled into the dirt road leading to one Joe’s family farm fields on the outskirts of town, Joe killed the engine of his old Ford pickup truck, and the only sound was the creaking of the trees in the gentle summer breeze. Wendy, with her brunette hair shining in the fading light, turned to Joe with a flirtatious smile, her 44DD tits straining against her tight t-shirt. Joe, his 6'3" frame towering over her, leaned in, his eyes locked on hers, and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, the tension between them palpable as they made out, the windows of the truck fogging up from their heavy breathing.

As they broke apart for a moment to catch their breath, Wendy's hands slid up to the hem of her shirt, her fingers teasing the edge as she gazed up at Joe with a sultry smile. She slowly began to lift the shirt, the fabric sliding up her torso, revealing a sliver of smooth skin beneath. Joe's eyes followed the movement, his pupils dilating as the shirt inched higher, exposing the soft curve of her belly. With a gentle tug, Wendy pulled the shirt over her head, letting it fall to the seat beside her, leaving her huge 44DD tits straining against the confines of her bra.

As they continued to make out, Joe's hands slid up to Wendy's bra, his fingers deftly undoing the snaps that held it in place. The sound of the snaps releasing was like a whispered promise, and Wendy's eyes fluttered closed as she felt the bra loosen, the straps sliding down her shoulders. Joe's hands gently pulled the bra away, revealing her huge 44DD tits in all their glory. The fading light of day cast a warm glow over her skin, and Joe's eyes feasted on the sight of her, his pupils dilating with desire.

As Joe's eyes feasted on the sight of Wendy's huge 44DD tits, his hands instinctively reached out to touch them, his fingers gently brushing against the soft skin. Wendy's eyes fluttered open, and she gazed up at Joe, a sultry smile spreading across her face as she felt his hands make contact with her breasts. She let out a soft sigh, her chest rising and falling with the gentle movement, as Joe's hands began to explore her curves, his fingers tracing the outline of her areolas.

Joe's thumbs brushed against her nipples, sending a shiver down Wendy's spine, and she felt her breasts grow heavier, her nipples hardening in response to his touch.

Joe's thumbs continued to circle Wendy's nipples, causing her to let out a soft moan as she arched her back, pressing her breasts further into his hands. He couldn't resist the temptation any longer, and he leaned in, his lips wrapping around her nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. Wendy's hands reached up, tangling in his hair as she held him close, her breath hitching as he began to suckle. The windows of the truck were now completely fogged up, and the only light came from the dashboard and the last remnants of the sunset.

As Joe's lips wrapped around her nipple, Wendy's eyes fluttered closed, and she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. The sensation of his warm mouth and gentle suction sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her hands, still tangled in his hair, pulled him closer, deepening the connection between them. The sound of her own breathing and the gentle hum of the tree frogs were the only noises that filled the air, creating an intimate atmosphere that made her feel like they were the only two people in the world.

As Joe's lips continued to wrap around her nipple, Wendy's body began to relax, her muscles releasing the tension that had been building up for so long. Her hands, still tangled in his hair, gently guided his head, encouraging him to take more of her breast into his mouth. The sensation of his warm tongue and gentle suction sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she felt her breathing slow down, becoming deeper and more labored. The air inside the truck was thick with the scent of their arousal, and the fogged-up windows seemed to trap the heat, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere that enveloped them.

Wendy's hand slowly made its way down Joe's chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles through the fabric of his shirt. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he leaned into her touch, and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Her hand continued its journey downward, and she could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against the fabric of his pants. Wendy let out a soft gasp as she felt the outline of his member, her heart beating faster in her chest. She looked up at Joe, her eyes filled with desire, and he knew what she wanted.

As Wendy's hand continued to explore the hardness of Joe's erection, she suddenly stopped and pulled away, a look of concern crossing her face. "Joe, what time is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes scanning the dashboard of the truck for the clock. Joe's hands, still gentle on her breasts, paused, and he leaned back, his eyes flicking to the clock on the radio. "It's 8:45," he replied, his voice low and husky, his eyes returning to hers. Wendy's face fell, and she let out a soft sigh, her hands covering her breasts, as if to shield them from the sudden intrusion of reality.

As Wendy's hands covered her breasts, her eyes locked onto Joe's, a mix of concern and desire swirling in their depths. "My parents are going to kill me if I'm late again," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the crickets and the gentle hum of the truck's engine. Joe's face fell, his hands slowly releasing their gentle grasp on her breasts as he leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. The air inside the truck seemed to thicken, the tension between them palpable as they both knew they had to stop, but neither wanted to.

Wendy's hands were still covering her breasts, and her eyes were still locked onto Joe's, a mix of concern and desire swirling in their depths. "Besides, we said we would wait until the time was right to have sex with each other," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the crickets and the gentle hum of the truck's engine. Joe's face fell, and he leaned back, his hands never leaving hers. He knew she was right, and the thought of rushing into something they had both agreed to wait for was not something he wanted