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Karen and Kirk were so alike that they had at least one class in common every semester. Both being somewhat nerdy, this was a help and a hindrance at the same time. A help because once they did start speaking to one another in passing, they had a lot in common to discuss. A hindrance, because Junior year was almost over by the time they could speak to each other without being overcome by shyness.
They were both good with computers and were voracious readers. They both wore glasses, and loved old movies, and were fans of all the same bands, especially the Doors. They had come a long way since first meeting Freshman year in Algebra.
Alas, since they were both rather shy, their flirting was ham-handed, and in the end, embarrassing to both. So, with the end of Junior year fast approaching, it fell to Kirk’s best friend Tom, who knew Karen from church, to rescue the both of them.
Without telling a soul, he printed out two invitations, one from each of them, referencing Doors lyrics, to meet in the media lab in the back of the library after class on the second last day of school, and then planted the notes in their respective lockers.
Kirk arrived first, and then Karen walked in, but before they could even say hello, Tom leaned in the doorway, said, “You’re welcome,” then closed the door, leaving them alone at last.
They both laughed at how easily they had been fooled, and that broke the ice. They talked for a while, and Kirk offered to walk her home. Along the way, they made plans to go to the movies the day after school ended.
It was at the movie that things really heated up. What started out as sharing a popcorn soon led to feeding each other buttery kernels. Their first kiss was comical since technically, it was their glasses who kissed first. Before either knew what was happening, they were french kissing in the back of the theater like they were going for a world record.
Kirk was rubbing her back when she purposefully shifted, and he got a handful of soft boob. Karen moaned into his mouth, but didn’t stop his hand from squeezing her gently, instead, she started lightly rubbing his chest and stomach. The groping continued well into the closing credits.
They were smitten. Long phone calls, late into the night, only heightened the longing. “No, you hang up” contests. Kirk made her a mixtape. Don’t judge; it was the Eighties! He recited favorite lyrics that now reminded him of her, and she was even more poetic, reading him passages from her favorite love stories, and describing how they now made her think of him.
Their second date was a double, with Tom and Lauren, to the beach a couple of days later. They swam, threw the Frisbee around, and sunned themselves. It was both Kirk’s and Tom’s first time rubbing suntan lotion on a girl’s back, which neither would admit, but both enjoyed immensely.
Karen and Lauren tried unsuccessfully to stifle their moans as their new boyfriends massaged baby oil into their skin; Instead, they both whispered how much they loved hands on their body, and made many excuses to have new coats of oil liberally applied throughout the day.
It got chilly toward evening, so they packed up and walked up and down the strip, doing the typical teenage tourist activities, including an air-hockey death match in one of the arcades. The girls won, of course, since they both removed the loose blouses they wore over their bikinis mid-game, and Tom and Kirk were distracted by their bouncing teenage breasts brazenly on display in front of them, barely held in place by their bikini tops.
As a prize, the girls dragged the boys through the various clothing shops that lined the waterfront, dutifully holding purses and bags as the ladies tried on various items.
They didn’t head home until well after sunset, as the shops were closing and the bars were getting noisy. On the ride back home, Karen snuggled in close to her date, then leaned up to ask Kirk if he wanted to get dropped off at her house. Of course, he agreed.
Karen and Kirk walked into the kitchen, hand in hand, where he met her parents, apparently waiting up for her. Her dad was pleasant enough, but was obviously judging the boy. Her mom was super nice and made them sit at the table and have some milk and cookies. Seriously.
Karen was an only child, and they were understandably proud and protective of her. Karen cringed at every compliment they laid on her and rolled her eyes at every question they asked him. He listened to the stories, and answered all their questions until Karen had enough of the interrogation. She stood up, took his hand, and dragged him away from the table.
She shouted “We’ll be in the playroom!” and led him away. Kirk thanked her mom for the cookies and followed Karen down the stairs to the cellar.
The Playroom was a single finished room at the bottom of the basement stairs, with a large overstuffed couch, quite worn. There were boxes filled with toys, presumably leftovers from her childhood, and one entire wall from floor to ceiling was made up of a wall-to-wall bookcase. It was filled with books and records, plus a stereo with record player, along with a few trophies, early attempts at sculpture, and a good selection of board games. There was an old console television situated in front of the couch. Karen turned on the TV.
“Today was fun, huh?” She took off the oversized light wrap she wore in lieu of a jacket and tossed it on the couch. She was still wearing a light flowered blouse over her bikini top, tied at her midriff, and unbuttoned exposing her cleavage. “Want something to drink?”
“Yeah,” Kirk said, still taking in the surroundings. Karen opened the door at the bottom of the stairs, which led to the garage. She bounced into the garage, with Kirk enjoying how nice she looked in those tight white jeans shorts. She immediately returned with a couple of opened bottles of ice-cold Coke and handed him one.
“Cheers,” she said, smiling, as she clinked her bottle with his. He drank deeply, suddenly quite parched. Karen waved to the couch. “Sit! Get comfortable.” Before she sat down, she kicked off her sneakers, so he did the same.
She plopped down next to him, tucked her bare legs under her, picked up the remote, and started channel surfing. Kirk was amazed at how comfortable she looked, sitting here on the couch next to him, especially considering how nervous they both were around each other only a few short days ago.
Flipping through the channels, she came upon an old black-and-white movie, and they both exclaimed in unison. “Casablanca!” They looked at each other, and again in unison, said, “I love this movie!” She burst out laughing, and Kirk could wait no longer. He leaned over and kissed her hard. She dropped the remote and threw her arms around him.
Entwined on an old overstuffed couch, their tongues dueled in each others’ mouths, as Rick dueled with the Third Reich on the TV. She wound up on his lap and sat up. Looking right at him, she slowly removed her glasses, then gently removed his. She folded both pairs, leaned over, and placed them on the side table.
While she was briefly off his lap, he quickly readjusted the hardness in his jeans, hoping she wouldn’t notice. In that respect, he failed. She smiled and settled back down on him, giggled, then leaned down to whisper, “I can feel you.”
Kirk didn't know what to say; he was embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “I’m… I’m sorry,” he stuttered.
She smiled at him wickedly, twisting her hips, slowly and gently grinding her crotch on his prominent lump. “It means I’m turning you on, doesn’t it?”
“Sooo much,” he replied.
Karen resumed the kissing in earnest. “Mmm…” she moaned into his mouth, “That’s terrific, ‘cause you’re certainly turning ME on, too.” She increased the pressure on his penis, and asked, “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No, it feels great,” he assured her.
“Good,” she said, now picking up the back-and-forth pace. “Are you going to cum like this?” she asked him, breathing heavily.
“I hope not,” he replied, his hands now squeezing her perfect little bum as she rode him. “That would make quite a mess. How about you?”
“Mmmm,” she moaned, her eyes closed. “Maybe. I hope so! You’re so hard!” She kissed him deeply, both of them moaning with desire.
Suddenly, Karen leaned back, sitting upright on top of him, absolutely still. She listened intently, and he glanced at the TV screen to see what he was missing. It was just a car commercial, so he was entirely confused.
“You don’t mind if I get comfortable, do you?” Karen said, untying the knot holding the sides of her blouse together, and teasingly pulled it open, exposing her perfect C-cups, still encased in her string bikini top. She was watching his reaction the whole time, smiling at how well this little strip tease was being received.
Karen peeled her shirt completely off her shoulders and down her tanned arms, dropping it to the floor behind her, thrusting her chest out as she ran her fingers through her hair. The bikini top barely contained her perfect teenage tits, jiggling deliciously with the slightest movement. She giggled, “Wow, your eyes just bugged out of your head!”
“Karen,” he gulped, “Are you sure about this? What if your parents come down here?”
She leaned in close, and whispered, “They just went upstairs to their bedroom. Didn’t you hear the stairs creak?” She was playing with the buttons on his shirt as she said this, undoing them one by one, then pushed the fabric aside to rub his bare chest, teasing the hair she found there.
“I must have been distracted.” he pulled her to him, and they kissed deeply once more. Kirk was rubbing her back all over, and playing with the knot of her bikini top. Karen sat up, smiled, and said, “You’ve been playing with those strings all day long.” Busted. His hands froze. She leaned down, and whispered, “If you want to see my breasts, all you have to do is ask.”
“Really? Because I desperately want to see them.”
“I’ll let you. All you have to do,” she sat upright again. “…is pull the strings.”
He pulled the strings at her back, untying the bow, and the sides of her top fell away. Her breasts were still somewhat covered as he teased her back with just his fingertips. Karen’s eyes were closed, as she moaned at his tickling touches. Kirk could see goosebumps form on the exposed skin of her heaving tits. Kirk’s fingertips played all over her back, moving in widening circles down to the base of her spine, up her sides, barely touching her breast swells, then up to her shoulders, and finally her neck. She ground her crotch down on mine, moving her hips from side to side as well as up and back.
“Go on,” she breathed, “I want you to touch me all over.” When he finally untied the knot at her neck, her breasts burst free of their confines, and the bikini top dropped into his lap. Kirk gasped as her perfect pale orbs were fully revealed to his adoring gaze. They were as large as grapefruits, standing firm and high on her chest without a hint of sag. There were several blue veins just under her seemingly transparent skin, and her tan lines contrasted nicely, light brown against white. Her nipples were the size of ripe plums, slightly puffy and fully erect. He had never seen a more gorgeous pair of tits, even in magazines.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed.
“Touch them for me,” she whispered breathlessly. Kirk moved his hands to cup both her breasts at once, pinching the erect nipples between thumb and forefinger. He had never before touched anything as soft as this.
Karen smiled, placed her hands on his chest for leverage, and continued grinding on me. The look on her face was such a turn on! Her mouth was open, breathing heavily, staring at his hands groping her tits through slitted eyes. He pinched both nipples, causing her to close her eyes and groan.
“Kiss them,” she ordered, moving her hands around his neck, leaning over so her bosoms were close to his face.
Kirk rained kisses all over her creamy teenage tits, around the tan lines, brushing his lips along the blue veins like he was following a map that led to her nipples. When he finally reached the peaks of these velvety mounds, he flicked his tongue over one stiff nubbin then the other. She kissed the top of his head, pressed his mouth to her chest, and whispered, “Oh, god, your lips feel amazing! You’re making me tingle all over!”
Kirk latched onto one swollen stiff nipple and sucked as much of her tit into his mouth as he could. Karen gasped. “Oh, baby, your mouth feels so good on my nipples! Don’t stop! Keep sucking my tits!"
He moved his face to the suckle each erect morsel in turn, but she interrupted his tit-play to pull his face to hers for a deep french kiss, then broke away, looking deep into his eyes, “Your tongue feels wonderful!” Then she guided his mouth to her other tit, which he licked and sucked even more earnestly. “You’re sucking me so good! Your mouth is so hot on my tits!”
All the while, Karen was grinding their clothed crotches together, trying desperately to reach her peak. Kirk focused on helping her by kissing and licking her breasts all over, suckling hard on her puffy red peaks, nibbling and tonguing these morsels. One hand squeezed the tit that wasn’t in his mouth, while the other rubbed all over her back. “Mmm… you’re making me feel so good inside…”
Kirk switched hands and breasts every couple of minutes. When he pinched one nipple while biting down gently on the other, Karen gasped aloud, holding him tighter to her chest, “Ooh! Bite my nipples! Pinch me! Ohh, I’m so close! Don’t stop!”
She was grinding harder than ever, which actually was starting to hurt him, but she wasn’t quite able to crest that wave. She pulled his mouth away from loving her tits to give him a quick kiss and noticed the pain on his face. She suddenly stopped grinding, raised herself up and slid off to sit beside him on the couch. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby!” She put a hand on his face and kissed him gently, “I AM hurting you, aren’t I?”
“It’s okay. I can take it,” he said, catching his breath. “I really wanted to give you an orgasm.”
“You’re so sweet!” she said with another kiss, then added, “Don’t worry; you will!” She guided his shirt off his shoulders, tossing it on top of hers beside us. “We have all the time in the world.” She pinched both of his nipples at the same time, making him jump. She liked that, and pounced on him, wrapping him in a big bear hug.
They kissed passionately on her couch, both nude from the waist up, reveling in the feeling of their naked skin rubbing against each other. Karen moved to lay beside him and played with his chest hair. Kirk rubbed her back with one hand, and teasingly massaged her breasts with the other.
Her hand wandered down to caress his stomach, and he got bolder, too, rubbing her tummy at the same time. She turned slightly to give him better access. Her hand reached his bulge, squeezing it inside his tight jeans. As he got to her shorts, she spread her legs, insinuating one leg on top of his, moving his legs apart as well.
They broke off the kisses to catch their breath, both panting with lust when Karen stopped massaging his crotch. She turned to look him in the eye. “Before we go too far, I need to set something straight.”
This sounded serious, and he certainly didn’t want to stop what they were doing. “Sure. What’s up?”
“You know I’m a virgin, right?”
Suddenly, he didn’t like where this was going. “Okay, yeah, sure.”
“How… ummm… what do you think about that?”
“I guess… small world?”
“What?” She smiled, puzzled.
“I meant… that I am, too.”
“Really?” She actually lit up at that news. “Well, the reason I bring it up is…” she paused.
Kirk sighed. “You want to stay one, right?”
“Is that terrible of me?” She resumed her massage of his tummy, making wide circles. “I mean, I know we’ve known each other since freshman year, but technically, we just started dating… and I really like you a lot… and I trust you…”
“You just want to wait, I get it.” Kirk tried to hide the disappointment in his voice.
“I knew you’d understand.” Karen kissed him quickly, then moved her hand back down to his crotch, massaging his manhood through his jeans. “Besides… we can still have a whole lot of fun without that one little thing, right?”
“I’m having a whole lot of fun right now,” squeezing each of her tits in turn, tweaking her nipples, and making her moan.
She gently squeezed his confined cock through his jeans, and asked “It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it? Please tell me that I didn’t break it!” she asked.
“It feels wonderful,” Kirk replied, “I still can’t believe we’re doing this!”
She giggled at him and lay back in the crook of his arm. The hand that had been rubbing her back could now reach around under her arm to squeeze her tit and play with her erect nipple. He was in heaven, both his hands filled with plump, soft, warm tit-flesh.
“I love the way you play with my breasts…” she said softly.
“I love everything about them.”
Karen gently squeezed the lump in his jeans, rubbing up and down firmly. “I especially love knowing I did this to you.”
“Wow,” he added. “You continue to surprise me.”
“Why?”
“That’s not the way a virgin should act.”
“I could stop if you want…” she pulled her hand away from massaging his crotch.
“Oh, god, not that,” he pulled her hand back to his groin. “It’s just… Are you sure your folks are okay with us being alone down here like this?”
“We’re fine.” Karen could tell he was skeptical from the worried look on his face, and the way he was glancing at the stairs every few seconds. “You know my dad’s a psychologist, right? Well, he sometimes uses this room for couples counseling.”
“Really?” That explained all the books.
“And THAT heating vent right there,” she pointed to the grate above the bookcase, “leads right up to my room. And on occasion, I… MAY have overheard some of those sessions.”
“Ah, you mean, you eavesdropped on someone’s most secret confessions.”
“That’s one way to look at it, I suppose,” she explained. “Anyway, I may have paid closer attention to some sessions more than others… and intimacy is discussed… in great detail, sometimes…”
“He talks about sex with them?”
“It’s counseling. Couples come to him for help with their problems. Sex is often a part of that, and I’ve heard him encourage patients to fully explore their sexuality; that nothing is off-limits among consenting persons, and that it’s all okay as long they’re in a trusting environment.”
“That makes sense, I guess. But it still doesn’t answer my question.”
“Stop worrying,” Karen looked him right in the eye. “Believe me; we won’t be disturbed.”
“So… they trust you to behave?”
“More like, be responsible. They know how I feel about you.”
Kirk’s heart caught in his throat. “How DO you feel about me?”
She looked him dead in the eye. “I really, REALLY like you.” A kiss and a squeeze. “And, I trust you. Besides, being here with you was actually kinda my mom’s idea.”
“What?!”
Karen giggled at his discomfort. Kirk didn’t tell his parents anything, so this level of open communication was entirely new to him. “She told me that nature will run its course, and when it does, they would both rather that I be here, at home, so that I would feel safe. As long as they met you first, of course.”
“So that little session upstairs in the kitchen… I was being analyzed?”
She laughed. “You could call it that, I guess. Think of it more like… an interview.”
“So I take it I passed the audition?”
“We’re down here all alone, aren’t we?”
“Wow. I can’t believe you told your mom about me!”
“Not everything.” Karen unbuttoned his jeans, and turned to whisper in his ear, “I didn’t tell her how hard you got every time you’re near me!”
“Every time I think about you, you mean.”
“Now… Let’s see what you’ve been hiding from me.”
[to be continued]
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