I had no idea what I was doing, but I let my fingers explore the warm moist folds behind her soft pubic hair. I could tell by her sighs and moans that she was feeling as sexually excited as me.
Heather was better prepared for my ejaculation than the day before. She grabbed a handful of tissues from the box to catch the spurts that soon erupted.
It was over too soon. My erection waned and Heather pulled her panties up. I’d have liked to have continued, but Heather reminded me Mom would be home soon.
* * *
When Heather arrived on Wednesday, all I could think about was my daily hand job. Apparently Heather had similar thoughts, because as soon as Mom left, Heather removed her dress, her bra, and her panties, leaving her nude. I don’t think I’d ever had a stiffer erection, seeing Heather completely naked.
“You like?” she asked.
“Oh yes. I can’t believe my eyes,” I answered as Heather bent down to kiss me on the lips. I cupped my hands on her soft breasts and felt the contrast between them and her stiff nipples.
As we’d done the previous day, while Heather gave me a wonderful hand job, I fingered her pussy. When she spread her legs, I found her vaginal opening and inserted my finger an inch or so.
Heather shivered and said, “You’ve been where no man has ever been before.”
That was seconds before I exploded into the waiting tissues Heather held in her hand.
We didn’t spend much time on homework that day–there were other things on our minds. It seemed every day Heather and I were drawn into a more intimate sexual relationship.
* * *
Thursday, before Mom left for work, she said, “I’ll probably be later this evening because I have to prepare end of month reports. I’ve already made some vegetable soup that Heather can heat up for your dinner.”
Heather arrived a few minutes after Mom left. When I told her we’d have more time before Mom came home, Heather announced, “I have a surprise for you.”
Little did I realize what kind of surprise Heather had in mind. After she’d removed her dress, bra, and panties, she climbed on my bed and straddled my waist. The next words out of her mouth were, “I’m going to have sex with you today.”
“I don’t have a condom,” I answered.
“Don’t worry. I’ve been keeping careful track of my menstrual cycle and today I’m on Day 20, so we’re safe.”
Although I’d had erotic dreams about Heather and me having sex, I was totally surprised when she offered herself to me.
Heather leaned forward and offered me a nipple. I licked it and flicked it with my tongue while she made little moans of pleasure. I alternated between her stiff nipples until she announced, “It’s time.”
She reached behind herself and grabbed my throbbing cock. Then she rocked backwards until she felt my cock make contact with her wet pussy. It took a bit of effort to get our parts lined up, but eventually I felt my foreskin parting her folds. The feeling of her warmth and wetness on my cock told me I had entered paradise. She settled down until I was as far into her as I could go.
“Mmm…” she said. “We should have done this sooner.”
“Oh, I agree,” I answered. “Much sooner.”
Heather rocked her pelvis back and forth above me, making my head spin. I’d never guessed that sex could be so exhilarating–or so addicting.
Our first time was somewhat awkward since we were flying blind, so to speak, but having sex with Heather, made our relationship more meaningful.
“Ohhhh…,” I moaned as I erupted into Heather moving above me.
We both heard the squelching noises and felt our combined liquids leaking from Heather’s vagina.
“Hand me some tissues,” she said, as my cock wilted and fell out.
Heather crawled off me and cleaned us both up as best she could with the tissues. Then she went into the bathroom and brought back a warm washcloth to clean me up.
“I think you’d better spray some bathroom deodorant,” I said. “Otherwise, Mom will be able to tell we’ve had sex.”
“Good idea,” Heather replied.
Our first sexual coupling left me awash in so many emotions–euphoria, affection, excitement, and awe. Nothing in our young lives had the same impact as those few minutes of pleasure had given us. I definitely wanted to participate in sex with Heather again.
It was another hour until Mom arrived home. By then, Heather and I had calmed down and eaten the soup Mom made. We stared into each other’s eyes and held hands the entire time we ate.
* * *
Before Mom left on Friday, she said she would probably be late again because the end of month reports needed to be completed.
Heather arrived at about the same time as she had the previous day. After some serious necking and fondling, Heather asked, “Do you want to do what we did yesterday?”
“You know I do,” I answered.
Heather straddled me and we began having sex again. Now that we’d done it once, we were somewhat better prepared, knowing what to expect.
As Heather began rocking above me, I pinched her nipples and massaged her breasts.
“Oh, that feels good,” she said. “When you pinch my nipples, it makes my clitty throb.”
A few minutes later, Heather moaned and whispered, “I think I’m going to come.”
When her orgasm hit, I could feel her pussy muscles clenching on my stiff cock. That set me off, and I ejaculated a mighty load into her.
“I love you, Angel,” I said.
“And I love you too,” she responded as she slumped forward, flattening her breasts against my chest.
We lay there for several minutes breathing hard from our orgasms, enjoying the golden afterglow of sex together. My hands caressed the soft skin of her back and buttocks as we calmed down.
Finally Heather spoke, “I’m leaking all over you. We’d better get cleaned up or we’ll make a wet spot on the bed.”
I handed her some tissues which she used to soak up our sexual fluids. Heather then went to the bathroom and cleaned both of us as she’d done the previous day.
Just as she sprayed the bathroom deodorant, we heard the garage door.
Heather immediately began putting her clothing back on. I pulled my gown down and pulled up the sheet just seconds before Mom entered my bedroom.
“Didn’t take as long to complete the monthly reports as I thought,” Mom said.
Heather had a guilty look on her face, which Mom didn’t seem to notice. I probably had a guilty look too, but Mom turned and said, “I’ll fix dinner for us. Heather, would you like to join us?”
Heather said, “No, thank you. I have to get home and finish my homework.”
Before she departed, Heather mouthed, “I love you.”
* * *
Saturday afternoon Mom didn’t have to work, so she brought a plate of cookies and a glass of milk into my room. As she set them on the nightstand next to my bed, she bent down and asked, “What’s this?”
She straightened up with a pair of lacy pink panties dangling from her index finger. My world dissolved into mush. Mom looked me in the eyes and had an uneven expression–almost nauseous. I had an instant sense my entire world was about to be turned upside down–those were Heather’s, but I had no idea they were there.
“They look like Heather’s panties,” I answered after a long pause.
“And how do you think they got there?”