Sleepovers and such.

I always thought she was pretty. I always enjoyed the way she would insist of spooning when I sleep over at her house. The way she would nuzzle up as soon as she knew her parents were asleep would make me shift back, curling into her body. We never talk about it in the morning, and more recently I have found her hands trailing in the night, but I would never move to stop her.

Tonight we are on her parents' couch again, and they are gone for the night. While we always start quite close to each other, as the movie moves on I end up as I always do - head in her lap, hand on her thigh, her hand playing with my hair.

We have talked about the boys we've fucked, the cocks we've stroked to cumming in locker rooms and behind buildings. And then she asks the question that she has been waiting to for hours.

"So HAVE you ever kissed a girl?"

I blush, smiling up at her, shaking my head. "Have you?" She is a few years older, so I always assume that when she asks me something, she has done it and I have not.

She has not yet stopped stroking my hair, pushing it behind my ear. "I have." My eyes go wide as I nudge and push for details, eagerly turning over, my elbows resting on either side of her hips. I feel her hips push up towards me as she shifts to accommodate my movement. My chest is pressed between her legs and she shifts against me as she speaks. "It was really nice. I liked it. But we were just practicing..."

I nod, resting my head on one hand. "I've never practiced like that."

"You should, it makes you a WAY better kisser." I nod, looking up at her earnestly. I do want to be a very good kisser. I sometimes practice with Daddy, practicing to be the best little cock sucker he can imagine and be proud of, but he never kisses me.

"You think I should?"

She looks down at me, and I can't stop staring at her lips. I think about what they will feel like against mine, what her tongue will be like. I imagine it stroking over my tongue and feel my nipples strain against my tank top. I imagine her tongue flicking out over my lips. I imagine soft velvet. "If you want to be a good kisser, you should." I nod, looking down, waiting to think of something to say. "Do you want to practice right now?"

I nod again, smiling up at her and shifting up. I feel her move her hips again. As I shift, I feel her press against my arm. Between her legs, I can feel a heat I wasn't expecting. And I'm not sure, but I think I can feel a spot of wetness at the seam of her pajama pants.

"How do we do this?" I sit up, my back rigid against the back of the couch. I want to taste the popcorn and Diet Coke still on her tongue.

"Have you never kissed before?"

I laugh. "I've never practiced before. How do you start?"

"Kiss me, asshole."

I smile and lean in, my lips just barely cracked open, and press them to hers lightly. She presses back and I feel her lips nudge mine open. They widen with a nervous eagerness that only the combination of curiosity of what this will be and an assurance that it will be good can bring.

I let her tongue stroke mine first. It is soft and teases instead of insinuates itself like many of the boys I have kissed. She wants to coax me to kiss her back, and I do. She wants me to run my tongue over hers and I do. She wants me to shift my head to the right in order to get deeper in between my lips - and I do. She is giving me excellent practice. And while I should be thinking about the next time I am under the bleachers or tucked away in an empty classroom, I am only curious what she will teach me next.

I move closer on the couch, and her hand comes to rest on my hip, and her fingers skim the surface of my skin under my shirt, just at the top of my shorts. I feel goosebumps blossom after such a soft stroke.

I gasp and our lips break. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting that." I am flushed. I want to practice more. Her lips feel so soft against mine.

"Oh, I was just moving to get more comfortable. I'm stretching really weirdly to reach you."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. Here... Let me move." When I move to get closer, I shift to sit on her straightened thigh. My thigh goes on either side of hers and I feel her move closer, getting my leg tighter in between hers. I can feel how achingly hot she is between her legs. I don't know what to make of it, but I don't want to shy away either.

As I lean in I feel her move against my leg. As much as she tries to hide it (barely), it is clear that the friction is something she's enjoying very much. As I lean in and kiss her again, her hips move more purposefully against my thigh. She is grinding slightly and I hold my leg in place. I can hear tiny moans beginning to emanate from her throat.

It's hard to concentrate on so many new things at once, but I do my best. As I notice that her pajama pants are soaked, my tongue stops moving, and it takes me a second to remind myself that we are, in fact, kissing. My tongue flicks back to life against hers and I begin to push my leg into her pussy, feeling my thigh get wetter and wetter with her juices. I can feel my own clit swelling, starting to hurt a little.

Finally she lets out a longer moan and I stop, blushing and worried I have done something wrong.

"What?" She says, a little caught off guard. "Why did you stop?"

"I just..." I bite my lip and then open my mouth to speak again. "You're soaked."

She nods, blushing a little, putting her hand between her legs, feeling how wet she is through the fabric. "You're a good kisser." I laugh a little, feeling braver. I put my hand down, over hers, pushing her hand into her own pussy, softly. She moans again, enjoying my emerging curiosity. "I can't believe it's so wet even wearing underwear and pants..."

"I bet your underwear and even worse." I pull back and look at the spreading wet spot on the blue cotton.

"Yeah... wanna see?"

"Of course." I loop my fingers into the waist of her pants and pull them down. She is right. Her cotton panties are translucent. I can see her open lips, the soft fuzz around her sopping cunt. "You're going to leave a stain on the couch if you're not careful."

She nods, and I catch her blushing harder. "I think I might have already left one." I can't help but laugh with her. I scoot back, settling onto the floor in front of her. Her legs remain open and I watch her fight to touch herself. I have never seen this bashfulness written so plain on her face. The more I look at the wetness of her pussy behind what is not gauzy white fabric, the more I want to touch her.

I put my hand against her soaking cunt, rubbing directly over her clit, pressing the fabric into her. She pushes against my hand, breathing harder. Her cum has soaked her panties down to her ass, and have clearly seeped into a small puddle on the couch below her. I'm glad we're at her house. I push my hand down, underneath her and she pushes down, pushing into the couch and making the puddle worse. 

"You should get up. It's going to be hard enough to explain." I look up at her, and I can't help but smile just a little. My nipples are hard behind the fabric of my shirt. Even on my knees, I know she will do whatever I say right now.

She doesn't move, as my fingers are still pushing against her pussy. I doubt she can even hear what I'm saying. All she can think about is her clit and how much she wants it touched, wants the pain to go away. She is bashful. She is bared in front of me. I finally pull my hand away and she stands, her pussy so close to me. I raise up on my knees and look up at her. "You're going to stain your panties if you keep them on."

She nods. I reach up, pulling down them to her knees and watch her open her mouth, and say nothing. Drips of cum string from her pussy as I pull them down and stick to her inner thighs. I watch goosebumps rise on her thighs.

"Do you usually get this wet?"

She shakes her head, trying to hide an embarrassed smile. When we were younger, she used to tease me about being younger, being smaller, being less experienced. This is going to be a beautiful revenge.

"What do you do when you get this wet?"

Her mouth opens. "I... I.. uhm..." she stammers. I reach up to her inner thigh and touch the drips of cum which have run down.

"What do you do?"

"I touch myself."

"Oh yeah?" I rub her inner thigh. "Here?" She smiles and shakes her head. I run my hand closer to her pussy. "Here?" She gasps a little and shakes her head. "What about here?" I press my fingers to her clit and she moans, pushing forward. She nods.

I pull my fingers away and she almost falls.

"What about here?" I slide the tips of my fingers into her cunt. She moans loudly and tries to push down and take more.

"Yes, yes, there." I leave my fingers there for a long moment, letting her struggle to get more, before I pull them away again.

"And have you ever been kissed here?" I lean forward and take her swollen clit in my mouth and softly begin to suck. I feel her knees weaken as she struggles to say no, she has never had a mouth planted on her clit. Her clit is soaking and swollen and her juices are thick and sweet. I can feel them coating my cheeks and chin as I move in to fully lap at her clit.

My tongue runs back and forth, licking it harshly, demandingly. We have masturbated more than once together and I have seen how fast her fingers move, and how harshly she treats it and my tongue seeks to mimic these movements. I let my lips wrap around her clit, full and hard like a jelly bean, and pull it into my mouth.

I hear her moan loudly, her knees bending and opening as she pushes into my face. She rocks slowly, but lets me take control. I rub her clit back and forth, moving back and forth between strong licking and teasing flicks. I can feel her cunt pulsing, tightening, trying to feel something inside. I have watched her fuck her fingers, thrusting them harshly into her pussy. She has teased me in the past for only rubbing my clit while I cum, and watching her cunt beg now feels delicious.

She begins to beg. I can her her whimpering half sentences, wanting more. I graze my teeth over her clit in response and she almost freezes, trembling. She pushes a little more, but tentatively and I suck, pulling just slightly with my teeth. She whimpers but continues to push. "God, please... Please, I need..."

I pull back, her juices smeared across my mouth. "Yes?"

She looks down, breathless. "Please?"

"Please what?" I smile up at her, and I know she doesn't entirely know. She wants more. She wants to cum. She wants to fuck herself. She wants me to fuck her more.

She breaths heavy. "Please make me cum."

I smile, looking up at her coyly. "Please what?"

"Please make me cum. Please fuck me." She is pleading, practically whimpering, desperate. I watch her wants move towards her pussy, but I know she will not finger herself. She knows if she begins to finger herself I will stop.

"Lay down."

She gets on the floor quickly, and I finally pull her panties off her legs, spreading them. I push her legs back with one hand as I slide two fingers inside her with the other. She is so wet and eager that I immediately push in a third. She moans, pushing back against my hand and begins to fuck them as I fuck her.

"This is what you wanted, huh?" She nods, spreading her legs wider for me. I lean down, my mouth finding her pussy again. I lick all the way up, molding my tongue over her clit, stroking it faster. I lick hard, working it against itself, against my lips, against my teeth. She writhes, bucking against my mouth harder. I curl my fingers inside of her, pumping my fingers harder, the same way I have seen her work her cunt.

"Fuck me, please fuck me." she recites over and over and over. I can feel her pussy squeezing, getting closer. Her body is beginning to tremble and I know she is close. Her legs are tightening, and her pulse is pounding.
 She is about to cum in my mouth.

I hear the garage door begin to open and I jump back grabbing her panties and wiping off my fingers and cheeks. She is startled and I point to her pajama pants. She hurries into them, and I see her wince when she realized that the entire crotch and ass are soaked. We hop back on the couch and turn on the television, flipping channels as they come in.

Her mom walks in first and smiles as we are cuddling, as usual, on the couch. Her heart continues to pound. My nipples are still hard. Her face is flushed. But we are undiscovered, as the menial small talk lets us know. They ask about our night, we ask about theirs and we promise to be good and head to bed soon. That one we shall keep.