OMG! I'm Naked in School! Ch. 02: Carolyn

His lips, his tongue, the heat and taste of his breath, the feel of the press of her cheek against his, and even the occasional brushing of the tips of their noses as one kiss led into another and another, Carolyn was becoming all so overwhelmed and thoroughly captivated in the flush and rush of such indulgence. She could sense his excitement, too; it was as though he was feeding off of her own. After the first sweetly hesitant touches, his hand was now fully upon her breast. There was no question that she was letting him touch her, and that she was actually reveling in the intimacy of allowing his contact with her body. He had cupped her, so softly so gently, but then his fingers had slipped down underneath, lifting her delicately as if to test the weight, then his palm had come up and she'd shivered as her nipple had rolled under the gentle grazing passing of each finger.

They were so into it, kissing and kissing, and sometimes it would just well up in her, and she couldn't help but let slip a soft, little moan. All the while as he fondled her, Carolyn's passion kept building, and twice already she realized it and caught herself as she'd begun to let her legs begin to part. Still though, he appeared to be content to just fondle her breast, and after a bit, when Ryan moved his hand from her left breast to her right, she even scooted herself in the seat to better present herself to his caresses.

Suddenly, maybe it was because the nipple he was touching was so stiff, or maybe it was in the way the tip of his tongue had just touched hers, but Carolyn found she was presented with a vivid recollection of the feel of Austin's erection. The essence of it had just appeared in her mind. Though actually Austin was definitely the last man in her thoughts right now, the recollection of the touch of his masculinity was so entirely real. She'd first felt him through his pants pressing against her leg when they had first kissed, and then even more firmly a couple of day later when he had lain on top of her as they had made out in a field behind the cabins. Of course, she had definitely felt him when they had been alone out on the platform in the lake, both of them out of their swim suits, and she had let him slip himself inside her.

But it was Ryan who she wanted. In kissing and hugging she had always been eagerly aware of the press of a boy's body whenever the opportunity had presented itself. But she had never, ever been able to muster the courage as to be so bold as to bring herself to actually put her hand between a guy's legs. The only times she had actually touched a guy's erection was when the guy had taken her hand and placed her hand on him.

Ryan though, was driving Carolyn almost over the edge with his light and gentle caresses upon her breast and the insistent pressure of his lips to hers. She craved to feel him; even his lips were so masculine, and the tracings of his fingers over the erection of her own nipples fueled her desire. In her mind, Carolyn was sure within Ryan's pants that he had to be standing so stiff. Following on this awareness, in a swirl of unexpected emotion she found she could hark back to her continuing fantasy as to the reality of what it would have been like to have gone ahead and thrown all caution to the wind and to have traced he fingers across that hard, arcing curve of Robert's erection as they had stood up in front of their psychology class. Just do it! Flashed through her mind. Go ahead! Do it, Carolyn. His thumb is caressing your nipple. And you're so wet. Do it. Touch him! Don't be cautious Carolyn! Do it!

With that, she let go of her purse and her trembling hand seemed to move on its own until she felt her fingertips fall upon his leg. With the first contact, Carolyn felt a tremble pass through him too, and that in itself was as if some hidden door had opened, and she had helplessly fallen through. Caution to the wind and with total shameless abandon, Carolyn brought her hand up from his knee along his thigh. Then quaking with the thrill she let her fingers run higher and higher until she finally felt the brush of a bulge in his pants.

The way he was kissing her, his excitement at what she was doing was as apparent as her own. His thumb had stopped, poised just over the very tip of her nipple, staying right where it was since she had first begun to slide her hand up his leg. She was there. Carolyn moved that last little bit, and was rewarded as her fingers traced over the rigid form just where she envisioned it would to be. He was so hard! He was every bit as stiff as she herself was wet, and in now feeling his outline within his pants, she was suddenly so aware of how naked she was. The consciousness of what she was doing simply took her over in one enormous flood of passion. As her fingers pressed to his pants more closely her own body responded in kind with these deliciously erotic waves of heat, like a wild and uncontrollable ecstasy, which coursed with growing abandon throughout her.

It was all too much. As she touched him, now even more boldly, Carolyn had to again fight back that impulse in which she craved to spread open her legs. Her little clit, now so swollen and sensitive beyond any mere distraction, was tucked within that excruciatingly delicious roast simmering between her legs. This little bit of her most intimate anatomy was every bit as hard as were her nipples and Ryan's erection. Yet, as much as her legs craved to open, it did feel so entirely wonderful to squeeze her thighs together and make that bit of flesh just pulse and pound, all the while stroking and kneading Ryan through his pants.

They were both now so caught up; from here, there never could be any turning back. A few minutes ago, still in the throes of the end--of--the--date nervousness and anticipation they had been relatively total strangers in comparison to the thresholds they had now crossed. Here, out in her driveway, with the porch lights and streetlights striping the interior of his car in crisscrosses of black and white they were now making out with a passion Carolyn had never felt before. It wasn't that she was doing anything she had not done before in kissing and touching, so surely it had to be that this time it was that she was naked and in a relatively public place.

Now so close to being overwhelmed, Carolyn found she was being swept away. Her wild, almost dazed consciousness of it all, compounded by the intensity of the myriad of physical sensations suddenly came together into one wild and overwhelming crescendo. It was such an unexpected culmination, so strong and emerging from so deeply within it melted her body with a liquid, shivering, shimmering pleasure so intense it stole the very breath from her lungs in one huge cry and gasp. Her fingers ceased stroking, and she gripped him through the fabric, squeezing his thickness as she shuddered and held on. At that same instant, she felt the release as it burst through him, too. The realization and astonishment of feeling what she was feeling, that in itself carried her over into another wave in which she had to pull her lips from his, crying out and gasping for breath with each ensuing throb and pulse. Ryan's hand fell away from her breast, and he crashed back to lean into his seat, gasping for breath, his eyes gone wide and wild as he gripped the wheel, mouth open, quaking and staring out into the darkness.

From the time of the first touch of their lips to their mutual loss of control not even ten minutes could have passed, even if it could have been possible for either of them to be consciously aware of the passage of time. Yet a heat, like a the humid roast from within a steaming jungle had filled the car, and both of them were left shaking, sweating and gasping for air.

It was Ryan who finally caught his breath and spoke up. "I'm so embarrassed, Carolyn." He couldn't help but look down to the dark stain illuminated by a swatch of light on the front of his khakis. "I can't believe I did that. I'm so sorry."

Still breathing as if she had run a mile, but slowing down a bit now, Carolyn brought her gaze back in out of the darkness and then down to his lap and then back up to his eyes. "Why?" she protested, her voice as cracked and strained as was his. "Why would you be embarrassed?"

He came back in a downcast hush. "I came."

She reached out to touch his shoulder. "So? I did, too."

He shook his head. "It's different. I'm a guy."

"I'm not bothered by it at all." She was still finding it difficult to catch her breath, and she was so conscious of the sweat on her body and the feel of the heart necklace and its fine, little chain sticking to her skin between her breasts. "Ryan, don't. Don't let it bother you. Actually I'm flattered."

He looked back to her, his cheeks aflame. "Flattered?"

"Yes. That I could get you that excited." Carolyn took a deep breath, blew it out and then took another. She took her hand off his shoulder and brought it down to trace a finger over his leg, then realized what she was doing and hurriedly reclutched her purse. Yet she did keep her eyes to his. "So don't you be embarrassed. You don't ever have to be embarrassed with me."

His smile came back, but it was plain he was still uncomfortable.

Carolyn shifted in her seat and took another deep breath. "I'd guess I'd better be going inside."

He nodded, but as she put her hand on the door latch, he reached across to touch her shoulder and they again leaned in together into what became another long and lingering kiss.

When they parted lips, Ryan kept his eyes to hers. "You know I won't ever forget this night, Carolyn."

With that last kiss, she had again felt her excitement begin to grow, and it had been ever so difficult to break it off and not fall back into something which surely would have led to the both of them climbing into his back seat. In an irony, she was aware her mouth was so dry, and yet that intimate spot deep between her legs was ever so wet. With how Ryan was looking at her, if he had again touched her, even slightly, she would have fallen into him right then and there. But as he didn't, she managed a hopeful smile. "Me, too, Ryan."

Carolyn opened the door, not being able to not look and see the mark she knew she'd left on the seat. Ryan, leaning across in the light, kept his eyes to hers. "I'll see you Monday, then?"

Out in the dark and feeling the night air on her naked skin, for some reason Carolyn tossed her hair. The feeling of her nudity was so different now, so incredibly different. Feeling so open, so exposed, yet as if strangely liberated, too, she clutched her purse, covering herself judiciously as she was standing at Ryan's eye level. "Yeah. I guess I'll see you at lunch."

He was leaning over, way over almost in the passenger seat. "Do you want me to walk you to the door?"

Carolyn almost said yes, but then reconsidered. Another kiss up at the door really would be nice. Yet with the spot Ryan had on the front of his pants, if her dad was hiding and watching, and if he confronted them at the door and saw that tell--tale stain she didn't even want to imagine such a scene.

"No, that's okay. You need to get home." She gave him a little wave, then proceeded up the walkway knowing he was watching her every step. She was wet and sweaty, especially between her cheeks, and the sliding feel of her muscles moving, and knowing he was watching was another thoroughly erotic treat.

Once in the light of the porch she turned and again gave him a wave, then went inside. Tiptoeing through the hall, she could see a light under her parent's door and could hear their TV, though in passing she heard a sound, which led her to believe her parents were definitely not watching the late movie. Once she had gotten ready for bed and climbed in under the covers, it was quite a long while before she could even imagine falling to sleep. Over and over she kept reliving the evening's events, but kept coming back to that peak of passion in Ryan's car. He had been so hard! The feel of him through his pants! And his lips in how he had been kissing her, and how incredible it had been to feel his thumb each time it traced so lightly across her nipples. She'd been kissed goodnight a couple of times in a car. Yet had only done what she'd call making out just once before. Of course, then, she hadn't been naked. Still, though, she realized this had been a level of passion and excitement, which had even eclipsed what she'd experienced out on the platform when Austin had been inside her.

Trying to define it and describe in her mind and come to grips with what it was which had so set her off and allowed her to throw all caution to the winds and touch him as she had, Carolyn came to the conclusion it was something in that sweet and sincere tremble of his when they'd first kissed. Knowing that he was nervous, too, had been so disarming. And in examining about every nuance of his actions there was no doubts in her mind that just because she was naked he had not taken their ending up their date as they had for granted. That's what made it so beautiful. A moment different either way, a word here or there, and she would have gotten out of his car and maybe just let him walk her up to the steps, and then it surely would have been only the traditional quick kiss goodnight she had originally envisioned. She just knew it; his excitement, as had been her own, had been so much more in that they had fallen into it all as an unexpected surprise. How it had happened, she decided, it just couldn't have been better had it happened any other way.

With the memory of it all so fresh and so real, Carolyn could still feel his lips, taste his breath and savor the electric charge of every second of her thrill. Unconsciously touching herself as she relived it, Carolyn found it so deliciously easy to bring herself to the edge of an electrifying orgasm, then give into it and then fall into another and then still another until she was afraid she was going to cry out too loud and be heard. She just couldn't help it. It had all been so erotic. It just wasn't like her to reach out and touch a guy; she never, ever had done something like that before. And the sensation of the power of Ryan's erection as she'd truly felt him through his pants just stayed with her like some kind of ghostly, though still tangibly real afterimage in her hand. And too, how she'd felt it when he'd shuddered and lost control. It wasn't just through his erection that she'd felt it, but through his lips, as well. It was as if through the heat of his breath had passed to her the essence of his passion's release as surely as what she'd felt happening with her hand.

Now, as she lay here in her bed, all alone in her room, Carolyn knew she was being entirely shameless, but it was beyond her control to stop. She just couldn't seem to quit touching herself. Maybe it was that lately she had been making a steadfast effort not to masturbate so that she wouldn't have to feel guilty about lying on the reports, but now she was so sensitive, and it felt so good, especially when she imagined it was Ryan's hand and not her own. Finally though, it must have been the alcohol crash overtaking the excitement, but Carolyn did manage to drift off, still with her fingers tucked sweetly between her legs and a smile on her lips.