“Don’t worry,” Carrie said, reaching out to pull me toward her. “I’ve been on the pill since I turned eighteen. And even after he bro… and even lately, I’ve been keeping it up.”
I was going to get laid.
Carrie was tall, but not nearly as tall I had grown. Doing a quick survey of the geometry of the two of us and the car, I put my hands on her hips and lifted. I way not be the scrawny reed I was back in high school, and I may have four letters, but I’m still not strong enough to just lift a girl as tall as Carrie like a feather. I got her off the ground, but she slid out of my grip and dropped back to her feet.
But she knew immediately what I wanted to do and braced her hands behind her hips on the car hood. She bent her knees, I grabbed her hips again, and she nodded. I felt her jump and added my strength to hers. Combined, we easily and lightly popped her up to sit on the edge of the hood.
Carrie’s dress had fallen back in place as she hopped up, and I tugged up on the hem again more roughly than I should. She just laughed and wriggled her ass to let it work its way up and free of her hips. This all left me with my rock hard erection bobbing in the air, pointing just above Carrie’s pussy. She looked down at my cock and caressed it. It jumped involuntarily at her caress. “Now…” she breathed.
I leaned forward and kissed her, my cock bumping against her slit, now soaking wet with her own juices and my saliva. My aim wasn’t perfect, but she still had a gentle grip on me and guided me gently into position. I felt my tip nestle in between her lips. I probed her mouth with my tongue and she answered feverishly. As we pressed against each other, I felt myself sink into her. We both stopped kissing to gasp. I slid my hands up her outer thighs and found myself grasping the perfectly sleek, wonderfully firm curves of her ass.
Carrie grabbed my ass in turn and pulled. My own instincts were demanding the same thing and my hips pressed forward, sinking almost my entire length into her before she gasped. “Oh fuck! You are huge, Al!” She moaned.
Guys, hearing a goddess say that to you will do things for your ego. And your confidence. Permanent things.
Trembling, I drew back, then thrust into her again. Again, we both groaned. I slowly increased my pace and she resumed kissing me, though she kept breaking it to gasp for air.
The feeling of having my penis bury itself in Carrie was overwhelming. Her tight inner embrace left my dick alive with pleasure at every point. It was warm, and inviting, but playfully resistant to my penetration. My hips soon had a life of their own and I could not have stopped driving into her had I wanted.
Thank God she was on the pill, because if she had wanted me to pull out, there was no way I could have done it. Beyond the previously undreamed of pleasure I was feeling, I was also experiencing a kind of animalistic urge that was equally unfamiliar, and I was less sure I liked that part, though I only had about three neurons to spare to think about it. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always seen myself as a dude, but suddenly I felt like a Man. No… I felt like a Male. I was going to come inside this beautiful creature, come hell or high water.
And that was the real, immediate problem. I felt myself getting ready again, and after going off so fast the first time, there was no way I wanted to be quick on the trigger with Carrie again. I slowed down my thrusts and kissed her some more, softly. Desperate to distract myself from my own dick, I slid my hands from her hips up the soft fabric of her dress and did what I can’t believe I had not done before this, beyond a fleeting graze in the theater. I touched her breasts. Even through the fabric, they were wonderful. I stroked the surface of their curves, and I quickly determined two things: First, she indeed wore no bra, not even a strapless one that might have worked with the dress; And second, her nipples were as engorged with blood as my cock. We both took shuddering breaths as I clasped her, each mound perfectly filling one of my long-fingered hands.
I lost myself in gently squeezing and caressing those silken-covered mounds, only intermittently indulging in a long, slow stroke inside her. Carrie murmured her approval at what I was doing, but then she pushed me away a little. My hands did not want to leave her boobs, and my cock remained very firmly planted side her, but she managed some space.
Space she used to pull her dress up and over her head! She draped it out flat across the hood of the car beside her and then pulled me back against her now naked body. It was my turn to resist her efforts this time. I wanted to, no, I had to drink in the sight of those amazing, delicate breasts. They were firm teardrops of milky flesh, bobbing slightly with her heaving breaths. The nipples were in line with every other aspect of Carrie Croenke: just exactly right. Her aureoles were almost geometrically circular, and were a bright, contrasting pink. The edges of those circles were dusted with a ring of tiny goosebumps, each as pert and engorged as the nipple, but on a smaller scale. And those nipples… They were small around, but poked outward like miniature towers, eagerly. I knew what they were eager for. They were eager to be touched.
I reached out trembling fingers and stroked slow circuits around the perimeter of the bright pink islands ornamenting her shivering dollops. The little goosebumps were like Braille around the edges. Then I lightly stroked her nipples, and Carrie shivered, tugging me toward her again, grinding her hips against my cock, still jammed motionlessly inside her. I bent down and kissed one nipple gently. That lasted all of a second before I was practically devouring that breast, sucking hard on it, pulling the warm, elastic flesh into my mouth.