Teen Love Storybysexnovella©
Sanna stood for a moment in front of her full-length bedroom mirror, admiring the definition of her muscles. Though she was always in good shape for a 19 year old, the end of the field hockey season plus the big race that she was training for had her looking especially cut, and she felt strong and sexy despite the residual ache in her back from the tough workout she'd just returned from. She gazed at her naked reflection in the mirror, her eyes moving from her sculpted abs to her perky, round breasts with their pink nipples.
The sound of the doorbell surprised her and brought her swiftly back to the moment. She looked at the clock on her desk. 6:30 pm -- that meant Peter was here! "Shit!" she hissed. She'd completely lost track of time, and here she was completely naked with her longtime crush waiting at her door.
She ran to her dresser and grabbed clothes from it-- socks, a lacy bra, stringy panties, a tight black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Wanting to appear modest, she threw on a hoodie too before she ran downstairs.
Peter who was 18 years old was waiting nervously at her door. He couldn't believe he was going to hang out with the hottest girl he knew. He still couldn't get over the fact that she seemed to like him, but things were going well. They'd been hanging out for a couple of weeks now and he'd already gotten farther with her than with any other girl before. He knew that she was much more experienced, but seemed to enjoy his shy, yet eager innocence-- or maybe just the way he so obviously worshipped her body.
But what was taking her so long? Doubts began to creep into his mind. Had she forgotten they were supposed to hang out today? She had specifically told him to come at 6:30 and not be late. They only had two hours before her mom would come home, and he didn't want to waste a minute of it.
He looked at his watch. It was now 6:35, so he'd been waiting for five minutes already. He'd finally worked up the nerve to ring the bell again, but just as he reached out to press it, the door swung open quickly and there she was in front of him. Before he could even react, she grabbed him, pulled him inside and kissed him hard.
Sanna didn't want to waste any time. From the moment she saw Peter, she wanted him. She'd already decided that today was the day. Although he hadn't said it, she had a sneaking suspicion that he was a virgin, but the thought excited her. Still, she had no patience for his tentative, shy ways, and she loved taking control when she was with him. From the awestruck look he always got in his eyes when she made a move, she could tell how much he desired her and that turned her on.
He was a really good kisser, not like a lot of boys who would just jam their tongue down her throat while they pawed at her. He kissed like a man who knew how to take his time and appreciate the moment. She let the kiss draw out for a moment, their tongues sliding against each other sensually. Finally she broke the kiss and stepped back, giving him a sly smile.
"Hi Peter," she said.
"Hi Sanna," he answered with a lopsided grin of his own. He touched his hair to straighten out his tousled reddish-brown locks, which she had identified as a nervous gesture. His gorgeous clear blue eyes met hers briefly, but a blush spread quickly across his pale skin and he looked away.
"Come upstairs with me," she said as she grabbed his hand.
Peter followed her up the stairs. He'd been over to her house once or twice, but never to her bedroom yet. A thrill tingled his stomach as he wondered about the place where she slept, where she hung out, where she undressed, maybe even where she masturbated. As he followed her up the stairs, his gaze followed her ass, clearly defined through her tight jeans. God, he couldn't wait to grab it. His dick had already gotten half hard from her passionate greeting kiss, and it gave a quick throb as if to let him know that this erection wasn't going away any time soon.
She let him up the staircase, down the hall and into her bedroom. He looked around, taking in her bed with its smoothly folded blankets, her desk with smiling pictures of her and her friends, her bookshelf with many of her athletics trophies. She sat down on the bed and smiled up at him, then patted the cover next to her. Taking the cue, he joined her.
"Man, my back is killing me," she complained. "I think I overdid it a little bit at the gym today." She leaned over and touched a spot on her lower back. "Maybe you could massage me a little bit?"
"Yeah, sure," Peter responded. "I'm actually really good at giving massages." This at least was an area he had a little bit of experience. He slid up next to her and put his hands on her hips, gently digging his thumbs into her muscled back around the area she'd indicated.
"Mmmm, that feels really good," she murmured softly. The sound of pleasure in her voice was exciting, although he could barely feel her warm body through the thick hoodie she was wearing.
"Can I take your hoodie off?" he asked. She nodded and helped him slip the sweatshirt off. Below she was wearing just a tight black shirt, and as she turned toward him briefly, he could see that it barely contained her breasts. The soft mounds of her cleavage quivered just above the top of her shirt, and he was aching to fill his hands with her tits.
She laid down on the bed face first. "Is this better?"
"Yeah, much better," he responded, his voice unexpectedly hoarse. He returned to massaging her, but now the sight of so much of her bare flesh was proving to be a distraction. He was so incredibly horny just from being this close to her, and his dick was throbbing painfully, begging to be stroked. Hoping she wouldn't notice, he reached down and touched himself with one hand as he continued to massage her back with the other. She sighed in delight as he worked his knuckles into her sore muscles, and he barely stifled a groan as he rubbed his hard cock through the fabric of his jeans.
He began to move his hand slowly down her back, massaging gently as he went. His fingers reached the waistband of her jeans, and then he could resist no longer. With both hands he stroked her firm, tight ass, cupping her buttocks in his hands.
She laughed. "That's not my back, but I like it," she said.
"Yeah, me too," he replied eagerly.
Sanna could tell that he loved her ass. She'd noticed before they even started hanging out-- the way his eyes would follow her when she walked by him in the hallways at school. She lay there for a moment and let him feel it, noticing the slightly quicker and shallower pace of his breathing. He shifted position and moved his body closer to her, and she could feel his erection pressing up against her through his pants. She couldn't believe how hard he seemed already.
She rolled over lightly, until she lay staring up at him, observing the naked desire on his face. He didn't seem to know what to do next, but she didn't mind taking charge. She reached out and took his hands, then placed them on her breasts. "I want you to touch me everywhere," she instructed him.
He was eager to please. He slid his hands over her tits, filling his palms and giving them a tentative squeeze. Losing his shyness quickly, it didn't take long for him to slide his fingers under the fabric of her shirt, under her lace bra. Her nipples hardened immediately in response as his tender fingers grazed them and she moaned softly.
"Now here." She took his hand again, and this time led it down between her legs. Again he quickly obeyed, rubbing hard at her crotch. He clearly didn't know what he was doing, but she was horny and it felt good. She laid her head back for a moment and exhaled in pleasure.
Peter stroked his index finger up and down along the crotch of her jeans, desperate to get beneath them. As Sanna seemed to be enjoying herself, he was emboldened and leaned down, pushing his face against her breast. While he kept stroking with one hand, he used the other to pull her shirt down, exposing a bright pink nipple. The contrast against her tanned, chocolaty skin was striking and incredibly arousing. He took the nipple between his lips and sucked at it, gently at first and then hard. She moaned again. He must be doing something right, he thought, but he knew for sure when he felt her hand suddenly at his own crotch. A jolt of pleasure sparked through his dick as her fingers grazed against it through the denim and then found their way to the zipper.
"Did you do what I asked you to?" she asked, her voice low and naughty.
He blushed. "Yeah," he said. "See for yourself." The last time they'd been together, Sanna had told him she liked men with trimmed pubes. The last thing he'd wanted was to disappoint her in any way, so this morning he had done some careful landscaping with a pair of scissors. He'd never trimmed his pubic hair before, but he had to admit he could see why it was a turn on for her.
With an expert touch, she undid his belt and unzipped the fly of his jeans. Within an instant, both his jeans and his gray boxers were around his ankles. He shook them off quickly. "Ooh," Sanna said right away. "It looks so sexy. I love the way your dick looks right now."
"Really?" he said, the compliment filling him with pride.
"Yeah," she said, looking him right in the eye with a mischievous smile, and right away she grabbed him and felt him. He could feel a warm drop of pre-cum drip onto her fingers as she slid them across the head of his penis. The sensitive flesh was tuned to every tiny sensation from the movement of her hand. She didn't stop looking into his eyes, but this time he didn't get nervous and look away. He stared right back into her dark, alluring brown eyes, even as she began sliding her fist up and down his shaft in a jerking motion. Damn, she was good at this. He groaned involuntarily.
Sanna loved the smooth feel of his cock in her hand, and the way he throbbed with each jerk of her hand. She couldn't stop thinking of what it would feel like, swollen and hard inside her mouth. Never one to hide her feelings, she said bluntly, "I want to suck your dick."
His eyes widened and he seemed at a loss for words, so she sat up and pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him. She was still clothed and she could feel her jeans getting damp as she became more and more aroused. Giving head always made her even hotter, as she got equal pleasure from the taste and sensation of the hard cock in her mouth and the way her partner reacted to her expert mouth.
This time was no exception. She went slow at first, licking the length of his shaft from his close-cropped hair all the way up to his swollen head. Then she opened her jaw and wrapped her lips around his member, gently lowering her head until she had his entire penis in her mouth. She suckled it and let saliva slide from her tongue down the length of his cock, getting it soaking wet, before she began to move her head rhythmically up and down.
He shook and gasped in utter bliss and awe. She was just hitting her stride when he interrupted her. "Sanna!" he moaned. "I-- I can't hold it any longer..."
Right away she stopped. She would take care of him, but she wanted something out of this too. "Then you'd better lick my pussy," she said. "You can't cum yet." She hopped off the bed and stood in front of him. "Take my clothes off," she demanded.
He stood up, his erect penis standing stiffly in front of him and glistening with her saliva. Quickly he grabbed her top and pulled it off, then undid her bra. He fumbled with the buttons of her jeans, so she undid them for him and slid them off. She took him by the hand again and brought him to her desk, sitting down with her bare ass spread against its cool surface and her legs spread wide.
"Sanna, I want to do this for you, but I've never--" he trailed off nervously. "Just help me please you. I want to make you feel good."
"It's okay, Peter. I'll tell you what to do."
Peter found that he did not need much instruction, for once. As soon as his lips touched her wet and waiting vagina, he felt an animal instinct overtake him. He pushed his tongue out through her damp and fragrant folds, getting an intoxicating rush as he tasted her sweet and tangy juices. He plunged his tongue into her again and again, loving the feeling of her thighs squeezing against his face, her fingers gripping his hair.
"Yeah, Peter, like that. That feels amazing," she groaned, grinding her pussy harder into his face with the motion of his tongue. He could barely catch a breath, her wet sex covered so much of his face, but he didn't care. He just wanted more of her. She breathed hard and fast, her lithe body tensing and relaxing as he worked.
"Oh!" she exhaled hard. "Now suck my clit. I'm going to come."
He quickly moved his attention to her swollen clitoris, taking it between his lips and sucking, then probing it with his tongue. Within moments she was crying out in pleasure, gripping his hair so tightly that his scalp ached, pressing his face hard against her. Her back arched and she let out a final cry of ecstasy, then relaxed, panting hard.
"Was that okay?" he murmured, smiling at her.
"It was amazing, Peter. But I'm not done. Now I want you inside me," she said, smiling back. She took both his hands and guided him to the bed, laying down and pulling him atop her in one smooth motion. He paused, hovering above her with his penis resting against the entrance to her sex. She was incredibly wet and ready, and he wanted nothing more than to be inside of her. But he hesitated.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Fuck me, Peter. I want to feel all of you."
The sound of those words -- 'fuck me, Peter' -- from her husky, sensual voice was enough to cast away all doubts. He thrust downward and gasped as her tight, wet pussy completely enveloped his virgin cock. Nothing had ever felt so good in his life. It was all he could do not to shoot his load immediately. He struggled to clear his mind and hold his orgasm at bay, beginning to rock in his pelvis in a slow and steady rhythm.
"How do you want it?" he whispered, his eyes scrunched tightly shut so that the sight of her gorgeous body wouldn't send him over the edge.
"Harder!" she moaned.
He pulled back and gave another hard thrust, amazed at how deep he was inside her, how he could feel every centimeter of her vagina wrapped tightly around his cock. Oh no--
"Sanna, I'm coming!" he cried out suddenly, relinquishing all control as he felt his balls tighten and semen shoot out of him and into her, load after load erupting through his shaft as his entire body convulsed in pleasure so intense it was almost agonizing.
Finally spent, he slumped down next to her, wrapping his arms tightly around her. "I'm so sorry.." he felt embarrassed. "And shit, I didn't even think to put on a condom!"
She laughed. "Don't worry, it was great. And it's okay. I always take my birth control pills."
All shame washed away, he opened his eyes and stared into hers, in awe of the gorgeous naked woman in his arms. He kissed her softly, and they made out for a few sweet moments. He was exhausted and felt himself beginning to fall asleep. He was so perfectly relaxed with her body pressed against his.
Just as he was drifting off, he heard her whisper, "I love you, Peter."