You are Definitely Going to Hell by Bamo68

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I stand, put my coat back on and pick my bag up. We make our way out to the car and, in no time, are on the dual carriageway.

Jill turns to me, “well, that went far better than I thought it would.”

“Yes, it wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be.”

“No, I was surprised how fast you caught on. What did you think of kissing?”

“I thought there would be more…I don’t know. More to it, I suppose, it was nothing like you read in books.”

“You realize it will be different with the right person?” She looks at me for a response. “Did you get any feeling from it?”

“Oh, what like down there?”

“Yeah, did you get aroused at all?”

“Yeah, it definitely had an effect.”

The rest of the ride in was in silence for a change. There was no telling her what I would be doing to her. Last week had got quite graphic, and it seems to have had the desired effect.

I’m sitting in the canteen at lunchtime listening to Nicky and Clive talking about the girls in the café. They have realized that they are the same girls he had spoken with before. Well, if you count, “what are you looking at?” And “don’t know the labels dropped off” as a conversation.

I wait for my moment to drop my bombshell. It’s pretty funny listening to them plan a way to talk to them. I get my chance when Nicky says, “I wonder how old they are?”

“Same age as us,” I say. Boom, all three are looking at me like they don’t know me. So I continued, “one of them stopped me on the way out because she recognized me as her gran’s neighbour.”

“Please tell me it’s the one with Archie?” Nicky says.

“It’s the one with Archie,” I say.

“And?”

“And, they might be joining us for Rocky IV.”

“Might?”

“Well, nothing concrete, but they will meet us in MacArthur’s before.”

“Are you sure?”

“That’s what they said, so yeah.”

Andy then asks, “so what are their names?”

“Charlie is the granddaughter, and her three friends are Sharon, Michelle, and Karen.”

I watch the guys sitting there, stunned into silence. I’m not sure whether it’s shock or fear, but I’m finding it entertaining.

The rest of the day shoots by, and it’s not long until we are in Biology. I don’t know what I was expecting, but as I walked in, she gave me her usual smile of recognition, and everything was normal.

As we drove home, it was back to me telling her what we would do when we were behind closed doors. “When we are alone, I will continue kissing you and succeed in making your pussy wet. You will be so wet when we have finished that you will leave a damp spot on my lap.”

“And how will you know that you’ve had the desired effect?”

“Your breath will be shorter; you will look a little flushed. If I run my hand up the inside of your thigh, I will be able to do a touch test.”

“Oh, you think you will get the chance to touch me today?”

“I figure that if I have got it right enough, then you won’t want to stop me.”

“Very good, but remember that there is a fine line between confidence and arrogance.”

“Yes, I realize that. This isn’t the usual way to approach a lady.” Jill looks satisfied with that as we approach the roundabout that leads to the dual carriageway.

We get back a little before four and go straight in. Jill disappears into her bedroom to lose her coat and change out of her work clothes. She comes back in with a more colourful skirt and a polar neck jumper that hugs her figure, leaving very little to the imagination. This instantly has the desired effect as I feel my cock come to life.

I’m sat on the sofa and went to get up, “no, stay there.” She comes over and sits next to me. “So, we will continue with what we started with this morning and see if we can progress.” She gets up and sits in the small gap between me and the armrest with her legs over mine. It’s not lost on me that her skirt has ridden up to just above her knee and that she has nothing covering her legs.

I put my arm around her to support her back, and she puts both arms around my neck again. She waists no time and leans straight in for a kiss. We again start slower and build up the movement of first our mouths, followed by our tongues. This time the kiss is far deeper than before, and it’s not long before I feel my cock starts to ache.

As we kiss, a small moan escapes Jill’s mouth. At first, I thought I misheard, but when she moaned for a second time, the excitement that shoots through me almost makes me shoot my load there and then.

I am at a loss where I should put my spare hand, but as my senses are distracted, it finds a home on the top of Jill’s outer thigh. As the passion rises, my hand slips around and squeezes her ass. This makes her break the kiss for a second to show her approval before continuing. My hand seems to have a mind of its own and starts to rub up and down her outer thigh. It’s not long before my attention is momentarily distracted by the feeling of naked skin. As my hand comes back up, it slides underneath her skirt. I half expected Jill to stop me, but all I got was another moan into my mouth. This encouraged me to continue higher until I reached her knicker-covered bum cheek. I squeeze it again and get the same response as before.

As my hand moves back down, she twists away from me a little. At first, I think she does not want me to squeeze her ass again, but when she lets one leg drop to the floor, allowing her legs to open slightly, I wonder if she wants me to test if she is wet enough. Our mouths continue to work together, making me feel tingly all over. I move my hand up the inside of her thigh to test the water. I feel her open her legs a little more as I approach, and the heat takes me by surprise as I reverse the direction my hand is traveling. The smooth texture of the inside of her thigh is incredible as I consciously decide to touch a pussy for the first time. My hand, once again, is moving in the right direction. My fingers barely touch her skin. I feel tingles in my fingertips as the side of my hand feels the heat from a place so foreign to me.

Finally, my hand reaches the top of Jill’s leg and comes into contact with the gusset of her panties. I instantly feel the soaking wet cloth coat the leading edge of my hand with her juices. My hand cups her pantie-clad mound, and I squeeze it lightly. She gasps into my mouth but doesn’t stop me as our tongues continue to dance with each other.

As my hand squeezes her womanhood, I can feel the edge of her panties between my ring finger and my little finger. I push my little finger under the material, followed by my ring finger. The edge of her gusset pushes over her slit as my ring finger slips across some flaps of skin. They get caught between my middle finger and ring finger as she gasps for air into my mouth. She starts to push her mound into my hand as I gently squeeze in time. My middle finger slips into her slit as our movements slowly speed up. At this moment, she stops kissing me and is breathing very hard. Her hips continue to push against me when her legs stiffen and lock together all of a sudden. She pulls me tightly into a hug and gasps loudly as her whole body seems to shake.

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