A NEW BEGINNING
Chapter 8
It's my lucky day! Mom has something to do tomorrow, Saturday, and can't take Sam to his sports thing, so he's staying over his friend's house and his friend's mom is taking them. I have the whole night with Bob! It's been 2 weeks since I felt him and I want to try it again. I wouldn't mind if Bob touched me, but I don't know about putting his hand down there myself.
As soon as Sam left, I changed into my thong. I stole one of his tee shirts when I was helping fold the clothes. I hope he doesn't get mad. It felt good wearing his shirt instead of a nightgown. Mom already left for work and Sam was gone too, so I walked into the living room wearing the tee and my thong – only. With no bra on my nips poked out, but I thought it looked sexy.
Bob did a double take when he saw me. “You changed already?” he asked. Before I could answer he must have realized I was wearing one of his tee shirts because he added, “Where did you get my tee?”
I got a little nervous, but told him I stole it when I folded the laundry and I hoped it was OK. If not I'd wash it for him and give it back. He gave me a stern look, which scared me, then laughed. “It looks better on you than me; keep it. Just don't take all my tee shirts. I still need some to wear!” and that made me laugh.
I lifted my tee to my waist and turned slowly to show him my thong. He told me to let him know when I wear it. I don't know why, but I like him seeing my panties. I'd die if someone else saw them, especially another boy, but with him I get tinglie when he sees them. He just smiled. When I sit on his lap I'll know if I made him hard.
I grabbed the blanket, spread it out, and sat down on him. As soon as I did I could tell he was hard. Naturally I had to move around a little to get comfortable, or at least that's what I hope he'd think. I actually pulled up the tee to my waist. I was covered anyway with the blanket and I like feeling him with my bare butt.
I don't know what was on TV. I was busy feeling his hard thing with my butt. I wanted him to touch me, but remembered what he had said. I wondered what he would do, so I took his hand and put it on my neck. I didn't realize his arm would go right across my boob. He almost acted like my boob wasn't even there even though I knew he could feel it. He just started rubbing my neck. I don't know why, it was just my neck, but it started to turn me on.
I let him rub a while, but I got a little nervous because it was making me so horny, so I moved his hand to my knee. I thought it would calm me down some. He started rubbing my knee and it didn't really work the way I planned. I almost wanted to scoot down some so he would rub closer to my... I could also feel his thing under my butt. That didn't help either.
It surprised me when just a short time after we ate Patty walked into the living room already dresses for bed. It made me wonder if she was tired or didn't feel well. What surprised me even more was she was wearing one of my old tee shirts. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra also. I don't know if she realized it, but her nips were poking the material out more than I expected given her age.
She looked, dare I say, sexy. When she lifted the tee to show me her thong, I felt my cock harden. It was almost torture when she slowly turned, affording me an up close view of her bare ass. Even her pussy showed that “womanly”, slight bulge instead of a little girl flatness. It was getting more and more difficult to remember her age.
“It sort of embarrassed me when she sat down on my lap knowing I had an erection. It seemed uncanny how she could position herself directly on it with her ass almost hugging my hard cock. As much as I didn't want her to, she felt good sitting on my lap.
For a while she just sat there watching the TV. I wanted to caress her, but refused myself that pleasure. I was doing well controlling myself until she took my hand and brought it to her neck. That told me she wanted to be touched there. I rationalized rubbing her neck meant nothing as I rubbed, but I sensed her getting tense and almost encouraging me to do more.
She shifted my touch to her knee. Once more I began rubbing, trying not to make it sexual in any way. When I started rubbing, her legs were together, but shortly after I felt them fall apart and my hand moved to the inside of her leg. When I moved to go to the top of her knee again, she pushed my hand back.
Gradually I noticed a difference in Patty's breathing. It was becoming deeper and slightly more labored. Unfortunately that wasn't the only change. Her hips were beginning to more slightly, not much, but enough so that the movement was rubbing directly on my cock. It was only a short time before I was painfully aware she was not only moving up and down my cock, but also squeezing it with her ass.
Finally she moved to her side, pulling away from my hand. Maybe I could calm myself now.
That tinglie feeling was driving my crazy! Bob had been rubbing the top of my knee, but I wanted more, so I moved my leg and his hand went to the inside of my leg just above my knee. What a difference that made. When he went to move to the top of my knee again I stopped him and put his hand back in the inside.
I could feel his thing under my butt. I discovered that by moving around a little I could feel it better. It was fun squeezing my butt too. I could squeeze his thing that way. It wasn't easy though. I wanted to actually touch him, not just feel him. The only way I could do that was to move off him. I still wanted him to touch me though.
I slid off his lap and onto my side. He stopped rubbing because, well, he couldn't reach my knee anymore and I moved to the opposite side of the hand I was using. I put my hand on his pants right where his thing was. At least now I could touch his thing with my hand, but I felt a little guilty doing that with him not being able to touch me.
I knew his other hand was somewhere behind me. I reached around, feeling, until I found it. I was so horny and wanted to touch him so bad I just pulled his hand to my butt. After all, if I was going to feel his thing, I guess it was OK for him to feel my butt. As soon as his hand was on my butt he started rubbing.
I couldn't believe how good it felt. I still had panties on, well, a thong anyway, so it wasn't like I was really naked. Now was my chance. I reached back out and put my hand back on his thing, but this time I tried to actually grab it. He was wearing jeans, so it wasn't easy, but I was able to get my hand around him some. I just wish I could feel him better.
Having his hand on my bare butt rubbing me really turned me on! I never expected it to feel that good. I wish I had another hand though. I wanted to rub myself, but one hand was under Bob's neck and the other was holding his thing. I wasn't sure if I could actually rub myself right there on his lap anyway.
I could tell Patty was really getting turned on. She had pulled away from me, but then pulled my hand to her ass, her bare ass save a thin thong strap, signaling me I was to rub there. It took all I had to stay in control as I massaged her sweet ass. I noticed she began moving, ever so slightly.
My cock was already rock hard when her hand attempted to wrap around in through my jeans. It wasn't the first time she had touched it, but it was the first time she actually seemed to be feeling it. As time went on, her feeling me became more pronounced.
I was wondering how far she would go. She was now squirming, squeezing my cock, and pushing her ass back against my hand. “If I... Um... Would you... Ah... If I roll over so you can rub my... Um... If I roll over on my back so you can touch my front, would you pull down your zipper so I can reach in?” Patty whispered.
I wasn't sure how to answer or what to do. I knew I had to answer her, so after a little thought, I unzipped my pants, adding, “You don't have to roll over... unless you want to.” She did roll onto her back and my hand slid around her hip landing on her mound. She gasped slightly. I wasn't sure what that meant, so I didn't attempt to move my hand at all waiting for more “instruction” from her.
Patty's hand immediately snaked into my pants. She found her target and her fingers wrapped around my cock. She just held me for a while, but then began moving again. Slowly her hand slid from my cock to my balls. “Rub...” she muttered. Still unsure, I started slowly moving my hand. It was just above her pussy.
Not only did I want to rub myself, I wanted to rub Bob too. I needed an orgasm... bad. I finally asked Bob to unzip and offered to let him rub me. He didn't say anything at first which made me nervous. Maybe I shouldn't have asked? He finally just reached down and unzipped his pants and told me I didn't have to roll over. It was so nice of him to say that, but I wanted to so I did.
His hand landed on my lower belly, almost on my sweet spot. Finally! I shoved my hand in his pants and could finally feel him good. Well I couldn't actually feel his thing because it was in his undies, but it was a lot better than trying to feel him through his jeans. I ran my hand down to feel his ball sack to. Even though I had seen him before, so knew how big he was, he felt huge to me.
Bob's hand hadn't moved even though I told him he could touch me, so I told him to rub.
He finally began to rub me and it felt so good! I really needed that bad. He wasn't rubbing the right spot though. Maybe he couldn't really feel through my panties? I needed to climax and now. “Inside,” I whispered as I opened my legs.
When Patty said, “Inside” as I was rubbing her it really surprised me. My “rule” was she had to do things like putting my hand inside her panties by herself, but she was obviously too busy as her hand was inside my jeans.
Slowly I slid my hand up and into her waistband. “Yesss” she hissed as my fingers grazed her pussy. Patty began to respond immediately to my caresses. Unfortunately, with my big hand and her small panties, I was quite cramped. It was time to suspend my rules. I pulled my hand out of her panties. “Nooo,” she protested.
I grabbed the waistband of her panties and pushed down. Her ass rose allowing me to slip her panties off. Once I had one of her feet free, I brought my hand back to her pussy. Her legs parted, inviting me in. As I started rubbing again her hips began rising and falling.
It wasn't long before she gasped and started cumming. It seemed to completely consume her. I'm not sure if she had one big climax or more than one, but she went off for quite some time. Finally she pushed my hand away.
For a while she stayed still, except for her heaving chest as she gasped for breath. Finally she came around and looked up at me, blushing. “You took my panties off...”
“Sorry... It was too hard to get my hand in them. I didn't think you'd mind. I know I promised I wouldn't do anything like that, but...” I interrupted.
“I'm glad you did!” she smiled. That made me feel a lot better. “There's only one thing though,” she added. I looked at her questioningly. “To be fair you have to let me take yours off.” She paused for a moment, probably waiting to see what I would say, but I said nothing.
Patty tossed the blanket aside. It didn't phase her that she had no panties on. She rolled and ended up straddling my legs. Her hands quickly went to my belt, unbuckling and opening it. When she had trouble getting the button undone, she just looked up and asked me to undo it for her, which I did. “Lift,” was her next command and when I did she pulled my jeans and underwear down to my thighs exposing my still hard cock.
At first she just stared at it, then she reached down and wrapped her hand around it. Tentatively she began jerking me off. “Am I doing it right?” she asked.
If she only knew how right she was doing it. “You might want to stop. If you keep doing that...”
“You might squirt?” she finished.
“Yes,” I confessed. “You think you're ready for that to happen?”
“I want you to,” she grinned as she kept on pumping.
“I'm gonna cum!” I blurted. Patty leaned forward and pulled my cock back so it aimed right at her, foolishly. With no control, I shot off my first few spurts right onto her chest, fortunately covered with my shirt. Instead of letting go of me once that happened, she hung on and my whole load ended up all over her, or rather my shirt.
I looked up at her. She had a big grin on her face. “I warned you,” I chuckled.
She looked down at the tee, now covered with my cum. “That's OK,” she uttered, then pulled the shirt over her head. I asked if she had something else to put on as now she was completely naked. She just shook her head, grabbed the blanket and pulled it over both of us. It wasn't long before she was asleep.
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