pro[m] night [f]riendly hookup - pt 2 | 2016

part 1

My new position freed my hand up to begin rubbing the amazingly smooth skin on her outer thigh. I was still timid about boundaries, so I started by caressing just above and outside of her left knee. I moved up to the hem of her shorts and she continued passionately rubbing my head and neck so I moved beyond her shorts, telling myself I'd stop at the leg of her panties to see if she wanted to go further. I broke the silence with an audible “damn” when I realized I wouldn't have that chance. My hand moved up her bare thigh until I reached the waistband of her panties... and I realized she was wearing a very small lacy g-string. I had never heard of a “real” girl wearing anything like that before (thongs weren't nearly as popular back then) and the thought of fairly reserved Meredith wearing something this risque just about drove me over the top.

I followed the line of her waistband around to the top of her ass. She was co-captain of the tennis team and that athleticism had done wonders for her firm ass cheeks. She must have known it too, because as soon as my fingers neared, she rolled onto her side to face me – giving me full access to explore her perfect ass. We were both breathing heavily now, and if she had any concern about waking up the others in the room, she wasn't showing it. We were facing each other now, and I looked down to see her lips parsed and her eyes closed. I kissed her lips, and she pulled away. She looked up at me with this look I can't quite explain... it was half “you're too sweet” and half “we shouldn't be doing this.” The look only lasted a second until she put her hand on my face to move it to the side so she could begin kissing my neck. It felt incredible, and the throbbing in my dick intensified.

I moved my hand from her ass down to the back of her knee and pulled it over my hip, pressing my hard-on against her, through both of our shorts. She bit my neck passionately to show her approval. I moved my hand back up under her shorts, around and under her smooth ass so that the end of my middle finger grazed against the edge of the front of her thong. Her ass clenched in surprise and I felt her tremble. She wordlessly reached down and moved my hand away, and again I was afraid I'd gone too far. My fear were turned to excitement though as she rolled onto her back and put my hand on her crotch. I could feel her warm mound through her thin shorts and thong and her back arched as she pressed my hand against her. I had known she was a virgin, but didn't know much about her history beyond that – but clearly, she knew how to push her own buttons.

I quickly moved my hand up to the waist band of her shorts to pull them down, but she stopped me, instead leading my hand up the leg hole of her shorts and on top of her thong. Luckily her nylon shorts were plenty stretchy and I had room to maneuver. The material of her thong was thin and silky, and through it I could feel the heat and dampness. Though I couldn't see, it was easy to tell she was completely shaven and it was easy to find her swollen clit through the material. Even so, she guided my hand with hers – moving it exactly as she pleased. I was turned on by the way she knew what she wanted, and any self-consciousness I had had about my relative inexperience melted. As her passion intensified, I used my thumb to hook the waistline of her thong and begin to pull it down... I longed to put my fingers and tongue inside her, but again she stopped me with a gentle touch. Clearly she had reached the limits of where she was willing to go, but again she reassured me by pressing my fingers back against her clit through her soaking wet thong.

This whole time she had been resting her head on my left arm, and as her passion intensified she turned her head and bit hard into my forearm to silence her moan. She came hard, clinching every muscle in her athletic body as she pressed my fingers into her hot mound a final time. As her orgasm passed she relaxed into my arms, then rolled onto her side to become the little spoon. We were both out of breath as she nuzzed her amazing ass up against my pulsating hard-on.

We laid there speechless for what seemed like 15 minutes – it was probably three. My thoughts raced from “Holy shit that was awesome!” to “Does this mean we're dating?” to “I hope no one's awake” and finally to “I'm ready for another round!”. She must have been thinking the same thing as not long after she reached behind herself to start stroking my cock through my shorts. Long ago my erection had found its way through the fly of my boxers so it was just a thin layer of nylon from her gentle caress. I could feel her tracing the lines of my cock with her forefinger and thumb. I moved my hand up and began rubbing her breasts again and felt her nipples harden this time under my touch. I returned to kissing her neck.

Her orgasm must have lowered her inhibitions as I felt her hand slide under the waistband of my shorts. I shuttered in pleasure as I felt her fingernails brush gently across my cock, then her finger tips start moving along the shaft. Her back still to me, she slid her hand down my shaft and in through the fly of my boxers; her fingers wrapping around my tight ballsack and giving my swollen nuts a gentle squeeze. I echoed that with a passionate squeeze of her right breath and she gave a passionate giggle as th pleasure moved through her.

I moved my hand down from her breast down to her hip and pulled her perfect ass hard against my cock. Pulling her hand out of my shorts, she took my lead and began slowly grinding into me - our collective shorts thin enough that I could feel her squeezing her ass cheeks around my dick. I was incredibly turned on, my cock throbbing and twitching as my balls felt like they were going to explode. It was then she again took my hand in hers and guided it – this time to the waistband of her shorts, and encouraged me to pull them down over her gorgeous hips. Her pale ass glowed in the light of the tv and was even more remarkable to look at than to touch. Her thong was dark – probably black – but impossible to tell in the dark room. Even in the dark I could see that it was soaked. She laid there a moment and watched me look her over. She had never really given any inclination of this before, but I could tell in that moment how proud she was of her body, and it was obviously how much she enjoyed my reaction to seeing it. After a moment or two our eyes locked and she gave me a sly grin before turning back to press her now nearly bare ass against me – but before I knew it she reached down and pulled my cock out and hooked the waistband of my shorts and boxers under by balls. She wrapped those incredible ass cheeks around my cock again and began slowly but intensely grinding me. The head of my dick rubbed against the smooth, wet material of her thongI reached around an pressed my fingers against her swollen clit and we both came – again she bit into my forearm.

We lay there for a while, both out of breath, a million questions running through my head (and maybe hers too). Finally, just as I was about to fall asleep with her in my arms, she gave me a sweet kiss on my forearm and whispered “good night”, then got up and went back upstairs.

The next morning everyone woke up to the smell of bacon frying coming from upstairs. The host girls parents were cooking breakfast. I hurried upstairs to find Meredith sitting with the other girls, already dressed for the day. Over breakfast I caught her looking at the two faint bite marks on my arm and slightly blushing when we made eye contact. She gave everyone (including me) a quick hug before heading home I was finishing breakfast. I packed up my things and drove my prom date home.

Meredith and I saw each other every day for the rest of our high school career, and never spoke of that night.