Nancy’s head was spinning. A voice in her brain said no, but it was a distant echo to the demands of her body. Mike’s lips trailed down her neck. He pushed her back until she was lying on the bench seat with her head against the passenger door. His mouth traveled lower. He kissed the swell of her breast before clamping his lips around her protruding nipple. She gasped when he sucked it into her mouth.
Any urge to resist was slowly replaced by carnal passion. Her pussy throbbed with desire. Her nipples burned with excitement. She ran her fingers through Mike’s hair and gasped from the pleasure pulsing through her body. His tongue teased the hard nub poking out from her nipple. He gently nibbled on it. She trembled and gasped. Mike moved to the other nipple and repeated the ritual.
A hand slid up her thigh and under her skirt. Nancy was helpless to stop him. Her body desperately wanted this. She opened her thighs in invitation. His fingers found the damp crotch of her panties. For the first time in her life a man was touching her ‘down there’. Mike slid a finger along her gash through the thin cotton. Nancy moved her hips forward and pushed against him. His finger found her clit.
“UUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHH…”
Her pussy clenched. Mike moved the crotch aside and pushed a finger up her cunt. Another explosion sent her spinning. He pumped his finger in and out. Nancy lost all control. One climax after another left her breathless and exhausted.
“Are you okay?” Mike asked.
Nancy opened her eyes and saw Mike hovering over her. She was breathing heavily. The throbbing in her pussy was still intense. She had just let a boy finger her…another first. She slowly gathered her composure and sat up, pulling her blouse closed over her naked breasts.
“Yes. I’m fine. Perhaps we should go back now.”
“Uh, yes, if that’s what you want. I’m sorry if I did something to upset you.”
Yes, she thought, I am upset, but with myself for losing control like that. I also experienced the greatest pleasure I have ever felt. She smiled as she fastened her bra.
“No. I was just thinking that it was getting late. We have a curfew.”
In truth, they still had most of an hour, and campus was only a few minutes away. Nancy could see the disappointment on Mike’s face in the moonlight. Against her better judgement, she relented.
“I guess we could stay a little longer,” she said. “It is a beautiful setting. Tell me about your studies at RPI. Aerospace engineering sounds fascinating.”
The last thing Mike wanted to do was talk. His cock was about to rip through the front of his pants. He was hoping she would do something about it, but that didn’t seem likely at the moment. She was clearly trying to change the subject from sex. He gave a brief explanation of what he was studying, then turned the conversation back to her.
“You probably think people from New York are way too liberal. I imagine that people in Ohio are pretty conservative.”
“That’s true,” Nancy agreed. “I’m getting used to it, but my parents would be shocked to know what goes on around here.”
“You must be talking about Martha. She’s quite a trip, but I’m glad she set us up together. I really like you. I’m sorry if I, um, perhaps acted inappropriately on our first date.”
“No, not at all,” Nancy lied. “I like you too.”
And just like that they were kissing again, only this kiss was more passionate than last time. She fell back on the seat. His leg wedged between her thighs. His hands pushed her blouse open and squeezed her tits. Mike shifted. Nancy felt his hard cock pressing against her mound. She moved with him as he rubbed it up and down. Her body stiffened. She squealed.
Mike watched Nancy slowly come back to earth. She smiled at him, sat up, and put her arms around his neck. They kissed some more. Nancy moved her lips to his ear and whispered.
“You make me feel things no one else has ever made me feel. I should be ashamed, but I’m not.”
“I’m glad I could make you feel that way,” he replied. “Unfortunately, it’s harder for a guy to, um, achieve satisfaction like that.”
Was he asking her to help him have a climax, Nancy wondered? Martha had used her mouth on Roger. She wasn’t about to do that, and she certainly wasn’t going to let him have sex with her. She really should do something after the pleasure he had given her. She knew what a handjob was. She had never given one, but she knew the basics.
Nancy kissed his neck and let her hand slide down his body. Her fingers found the bulge pushing out from his trousers. She had never touched a man’s penis, even through his clothes. It felt so much bigger than she thought it would be. She rubbed along his length and could feel it pulse.
Mike unbuckled his trousers, pushing them down far enough to free his cock. It rose into the air from between his thighs. Nancy could see the faint outline in the moonlight. She traced her fingers along the shaft and could feel a pulse of blood pumping through the veins. She touched the swollen crown and explored its mushroom shape. Her finger found the tiny slit in the top. It was already gooey.
Nancy had no idea what actually happened when a boy had a climax. She knew a creamy fluid came out that carried sperm, but she wasn’t sure how much. Certainly there had to be more than the small trickle leaking from his slit. Nancy wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly pumped. How long would it take, she wondered. Should she go faster? Should she squeeze harder? She really didn’t know what she was doing.