Kirsten’s body was hot to the touch in the cool basement as she sat in my lap, straddling me. I’d have expected a woman who hadn’t gotten laid in so long to be impatient, but her style was surprisingly relaxed. She seemed perfectly content to make out as we remained in that position for a good ten minutes, exploring each other’s mouths. Taking my cues from her, I wasn’t in a rush to get her clothes off, and I let her pace us as my hands gently explored her back, her taut ass, and her hair.
In time Kirsten’s weight, petite though she was, was getting uncomfortable in my lap, so I gently picked her up and lay her down, taking advantage of the break to adjust my boner in my pants before climbing onto the love seat. The couch wasn’t quite long enough to fit both of us lying down, so our legs intertwined. I could now feel the heat from between her legs, and I knew she could feel that I was hard, but I still wasn’t in a hurry if she wasn’t. But having lay her down, I now had easier access to her top, so I found my way under the waist of her shirt and felt smooth skin up to her bra.
Kirsten’s lips didn’t break contact with mine as I found my way up to her breast. I could feel her nipple straining against the fabric, but I held back from unhooking her bra or trying to get into its cups. I could tell from Kirsten’s strained breathing that touching her through fabric was having an effect, and for my part, this was back in familiar territory from my days before university. It had been a while, but it was still fun making out fully clothed in a basement with the girl’s parents upstairs.
Finally I pulled out of a kiss and made eye contact with Kirsten. She truly was a beautiful girl, her pale skin flushed red, her blue eyes aflame with passion. I reached out and touched her face, gently, as she sighed with pleasure.
“It’s been so long, Peter,” she whispered.
I took that as my cue to reach around her and unhook her bra, one-handed, then reached back to her front, touching her bare breasts for the first time. They were small enough to fit in my hand, soft and pliant and wonderful, with the delicate softness an exquisite counterpart to the stiffness of her nipple. As I felt her up she started kissing me again, more aggressively, and I felt her crotch start gently rocking against my leg. I took that as my cue to do the same, grinding my cock against her. God, she felt good.
I kept kissing her, touching her, and our mutual grinding against each other picked up in intensity. I didn’t think I’d be able to cum from just grinding on her, but it felt so damned good regardless.
Finally, she pulled back, looking me right in the eye, then pulled her sweatpants and panties down to her ankles. She then rolled away from me so her bare ass was against my crotch. I unzipped my own jeans, pulling my grateful cock out, then grasped her, kissing her neck as my erection found the crack of her bum. With my free hand, I reached down between her legs.
She had soft pubic hair on her mound, and a couple of days’ worth of stubble on her inner thighs and legs, which prickled against me as we writhed together.
“I should have shaved,” she mumbled apologetically. “I wasn’t expecting this to happen tonight.”
“I don’t mind,” I said truthfully. I reached lower and found her core, boiling over with heat and moisture. I slid my fingers between her labia, soaking them instantly, feeling around for and then finding her clit, prominently firm at the top of her opening. She moaned softly as soon as I found her button. I started grinding against her ass, giving myself some relief as she rocked her hips, both against my cock in the rear and my fingers in the front. I found I didn’t have to move my fingers, as Kirsten’s movements were giving her exactly what she wanted. All I had to do was hold them still on the firm spot and let her do the rest as I kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. Meanwhile, the movements of her hips was giving my cock a lovely place to lie as I humped against her ass.
After a few minutes of this, Kirsten turned her head to face me. “Do you have a condom?”
I nodded.
“Put it on.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I got up and removed my jeans, erection perpendicular and proud, then reached into my wallet and pulled out the condom, quickly wrapping my cock as Kirsten watched, taking the time to remove her own sweatpants and panties from her ankles and toss them on the floor. I then climbed back onto the couch as she rolled back away from me.
“Spoon me?”
I lay down, pressing my cock into the gap between her legs, then guided myself slowly inside her. Her moaning picked up a notch once I was inside, and after I got comfortable I reached back between her legs to her clit, touching it gently but consistently. Our bodies started rocking together again, slowly, but now inside her, holding her tight, rubbing her, kissing her neck.
Despite the condom deadening the sensations of Kirsten’s body somewhat, the long buildup and the tightness of her cunt in the position we were in already had me close. I tried hard to pace myself, slowing down whenever I could tell the edge was approaching. I tried my best to keep up the pressure on her clit with my fingers to give her time to catch up. Kirsten, for her part, was moaning louder, not loud enough that I was worried we’d be overheard in the insulated basement, but loud enough that she clearly wasn’t holding back. I wasn’t able to find a rhythm, though, as any sort of in and out motion for any length of time was sending me rapidly towards an orgasm.
I reached the edge another time and slowed down, but Kirsten this time made frustrated noises and started emphatically moving her hips against me, her pussy continuing to stroke the visitor inside it.
“If you do that much longer I’m going to cum,” I warned.
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
With permission granted, I arched my back and let her pussy guide me the last few yards over the line. I grasped her mound with my hand and climaxed, shooting my cum into the condom inside of her as I groaned in her ear. As the last few spurts trickled out and I started softening, I pulled out of her, spent.
“Sorry,” I apologized.
“For what?”
“Not lasting longer.”
“I think it’s hot you couldn’t hold back.”
“Can I get you off?” I offered.
She shrugged. “I don’t know if it’s going to happen for me tonight. It feels good, it’s not you. I’ve just…” She trailed off.
“What?”
“I’ve never had casual sex before. My brain’s just a little overloaded.” She blushed.
I hugged her. “You’ve only done it with your ex-boyfriend?”
She nodded. “Yeah. You’re only the second guy I’ve ever slept with.”
“If it’s not going to happen for you, that’s fine, but if you want to keep going, we can go as long as you want. I’ll get hard again eventually, or I can do other things for you,” I offered. “It’s not a hardship to get you off as long as you think it’s possible.”
She thought about it for a minute. “OK. I don’t know if I can relax enough to cum, but I’ll try. Can you finger me while I rub my clit?”