The Falls

She was leaning into me, her legs curled up on the seat beside her. Her thighs looked delicious and I knew her short tight shorts hugged that perfect ass. I felt she needed to know. I leaned into her, smelling her hair as I found her ear beneath it. "Becky, those shorts show exactly how perfect your ass and legs are."

She sat back a little and looked at me, her lips pursed in a tight smile. "You shouldn't be saying things like that."

"Should I tell you how amazing your rack is in that halter?" I asked.

"No," she giggled.

"Then forget I said anything." I went back to watching the movie and she giggled as she leaned back into me. Her hand found mine and she intertwined her fingers between mine as she leaned into me.

After a few minutes she whispered into my ear. "Now you've got me thinking about yesterday at the falls, and I'm all excited."

"I didn't mean to do that," I snickered.

"Liar."

Since I was looking at her, she reached for the drink, still watching the movie, and took the Twizzler between her lips, but she kept lowering her mouth onto it, all the way until her lips bumped the lid of the cup, taking about four inches of the candy into her mouth, just briefly before sliding her lips back up and taking a sip of the soda. Her eyes darted over at me and she raised her eyebrows before turning her head toward me. "I'm sorry, would you like some?" she asked, moving the cup in front of my face.

I opened my mouth without thinking, allowing her to place the tip of the candy straw in my mouth before I took a sip. She pulled it away and took another sip herself before placing it in the cup holder and watching the movie without another word or look my way. After a few seconds, I saw a subtle smile creep up on her lips. She had me, and she knew it.

When the movie ended, she stood and reached for my hand. "Come on," she said. "Let's go to the mall. We have some time before our folks leave."

I was hard as a rock and didn't need to be waving that kind of flag around. "Wait," I said. "Shouldn't we wait for the credits? Sometimes they put the real end of the story or a teaser or something after the credits."

She wasn't buying it. She sat back down with a smirk, looked down at my crotch with an obvious glare, shook her head with a smile and said, "Credits, huh?"

Busted. Either way, I needed the time. She didn't say anything else about it as we silently watched the credits roll before the house lights came up. Of course we were the only ones in the theater at this point.

I was still somewhat erect, sitting here with her, knowing that we were together. "You know," she said, standing and pulling me up, "I could have thought of a better way to resolve that issue than sitting through movie credits." She pulled me into the aisle, walking ahead of me. Walking helped me deflate and soon enough I was in a more manageable state.

The theater was almost connected to the mall. It was a separate building with separate entrances, but was on the other side of a large plaza with patio seating, a fountain, and some benches for people to gather and hang out. She held my hand as we walked across the plaza and I held the door open for her at the mall entrance.

"What are we looking for?" I asked.

"Nothing in particular," she shrugged. "Just hanging out until it's time to go home." I let her lead me around the mall, stopping to look at a few things she liked. I watched her try on a dress or two in a couple of shops before she led me into a jewelry store.

"May I help you?" the older blonde lady asked.

"Where are your engagement and wedding sets, please?" asked Becky. She squeezed my hand and smiled at me. I looked at her sideways, surprised at her question.

"Right this way," she smiled. "My name's Elizabeth," said the blonde.

"I'm Becky, and this is Steve."

We stopped at a glass counter at the end of the store. Elizabeth stood behind it and Becky and I stood in front of it. "Now, what are we looking for?"

"Nothing, really, just looking."

"Have you two been together long?" she asked.

"We've been friends forever, but we just started dating," Becky said, smiling at me.

"And already looking at rings?" she laughed, surprised. She looked at me and said, "It looks like Steve is as surprised as I am."

Becky laughed. "He may be surprised to be here today, but he knows our future as well as I do."

"Well, I, uh. . .I. . ."

"Elizabeth is it?" Becky asked. Elizabeth nodded. "Well, Elizabeth, we're not shopping today, probably not for quite some time, but I wanted to freak him out. I'm just looking at earrings, please."

They both began laughing. "Right over here," laughed Elizabeth. Becky followed her over to another counter with a variety of gemstone earrings. After a few minutes, Becky decided on a pair of simple emerald studs with zircon wraps, allowing her to change out the center gemstone studs for any others she wanted, depending on her mood or outfit.

After paying, she told Elizabeth good-bye, thanking her for being so helpful.

"Come back when you're ready for that ring, Steve," she smiled. Becky laughed and pulled me out by my hand before I could say anything.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, not angry, just confused.

"Relax, Steve," she laughed. "Like I told her, I was just trying to make you panic a little. I'm just messing with you."

"Good one," I said, rolling my eyes.

"What?" she said, stopping in the center of the mall and standing in front of me.

"Just. . . why did you have to do that?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. I was just messing around."

"It's okay," I shrugged. "I should have known. It's cool."

"Are you sure? I hate to think I upset you like that."

I smiled and nodded, relieved. "I'm sure." She smiled. "However, now that you did that, I feel like that's the place I'll need to buy your engagement ring." I started walking away.

"What?!" she called after me. "WAIT!" She prodded me for more information, but I just kept walking, hands in my pockets. After a couple of minutes she just laughed and said, "You're a real shit, you know that?" I just shrugged. She pulled my hand out of my pocket and intertwined our fingers. I held her hand gladly as we walked through the mall.

I looked at my watch. "It's getting kind of late," I said.

"What time is it?"

"Almost 5:30. Our folks should be leaving soon."

"Okay," she shrugged. We walked to the truck and again I held her door open for her. On the way home we talked about nothing in particular and when we turned the corner, we could see that Uncle Doug and Aunt Brenda's SUV was gone. I looked at Becky and she smiled at me, I think both of us knowing that some time alone in private would be fun.

I locked the front door behind us, as I had always been taught to do, and walked to the kitchen to find the note my mother had written. "Kids, gone to the club. Home late."

"Yeah, they're gone," I called to Becky, who was still in the living room.

"Good. How do you feel about getting your ass kicked in Mario Kart?"

"I didn't know anyone else was coming over," I answered, walking back to the living room.

"Oh, that's it," she laughed, "You're going down."

"Bring it, little girl," I said. She turned and stomped down the stairs. I followed behind, watching that perfect ass in the tight white shorts, a stark contrast to her long, tanned legs. She pulled out the controllers while I loaded the disc into the system.

"Care to make it interesting?" she said, one eyebrow raised as she scrolled through the menu options.

"You name it."

She thought for a moment and said, "Loser gives the winner a massage,"

"So, I win either way," I smiled.

"I like the way you think. Those are the stakes, then?" I nodded. "Let's get to it." She scrolled down and chose her character and I chose mine. We raced the short track three rounds, and I won twice, but just barely. She smiled at me and scrolled to the long race. "Winner take all?" she asked.

"Hang on," I smiled. "We had a deal. I get a massage from you; I won two out of three."

"Fair enough," she said. "How about loser on the long track has to strip down to just their underwear?"

"Uhh. . ."

"Chicken?"

She knew how to get to me. "All right!" I said. "Let's do this!" The race was pretty tight for the first several laps. We bumped each other, switched positions, tried to take advantage and generally played dirty, the way we both knew we would. As we were on the last lap, I saw Yoshi go flying off into a pit. I crossed the finish line in victory. "Yeah!" I cheered.

Becky didn't even take any time to pout or protest. She just stood up and looked at me with a smile on her face. "I lose," she shrugged. Her hands were already on the button of her shorts.

"Wait a minute. You went down on purpose!"

She just shrugged and looked at the ceiling. "That doesn't sound like me."

"Rematch! No cheating this time."

She put her hands on her hips and looked at me astonished. "Are you kidding me?"

"No! I want to win fair and square." I was scrolling through to reset the game when she spoke.

"Steve."

"What?"

"Steve," she said more quietly. I looked up at her. "Our parents are gone, I'm about to strip down to my underwear and give you a massage. Do you really want to play another round of Mario Kart?"

It smacked me in the face like a two-by-four. "I'm such an idiot," I laughed. She laughed with me, nodding at the obvious. "No," I said quietly, "I don't want to play Mario Kart."

She stepped toward me with a smile and bent down to kiss me. It was gentle and loving, not passionate, but it lingered for just a few seconds. She stood and took my hands, placing them at the waist of her shorts. "Why don't you help me get rid of these?" she quietly invited.

I swallowed hard, having difficulty believing what she had asked me to do. My prick quickly filled with blood, bending uncomfortably in my jeans. I slid my hands around to the button, my knuckles brushing her bare stomach, smooth, taut and tanned. I looked into her eyes as if waiting for her to laugh and yell "April Fools!", but all I saw was a gentle, loving smile.

She stroked my hair and I unbuttoned her shorts. She giggled, her stomach flexing as she did. I grasped the zipper tab, nerves fluttering in my stomach. I pulled it down smoothly, trying not to look overly excited, but also trying not to pull it down too slowly. When I reached the bottom of the zipper, the flaps had folded back and a triangle of light brown fabric was exposed in the gap.

"I have to wear nude-colored boy shorts with these so they don't show through the white fabric," she explained quietly. "Either that or a thong," she said after a pause. My voice caught in my throat as I looked up at her with wide eyes. She smiled at me and said, "I thought you were going to help me take these off."

I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled down. The tight shorts presented quite a challenge, but with my insistent tugging and the wiggle of her hips, I soon had the shorts down past her hips and sliding down her thighs. Holy shit, she looked hot. I didn't think I should be seeing her camel toe, but it was right there at eye level. I couldn't help but notice it. Becky cleared her throat, quickly drawing my attention back to her face. She had a sexy smirk on her face.

"Are you just going to sit there staring at my panties, or are you going to help me out of this top?"

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry," I stammered, standing up as she turned around. Her butt looked amazing in those tight panties. The color was just a little lighter than her skin and it almost looked like she wasn't wearing any panties, but I guess that was kind of the point. She swept her hair over her left shoulder and looked back at me, tapping at the hasp on the back of her neck, where the two sides of the halter connected. I disconnected the hasp and the two sides fell forward over her shoulders.

Keeping her back to me, she pulled them down and began sliding the top down over her hips. It was at that moment that I realized something; I don't know how I had missed it.

"You're. . . you're not wearing a bra," I breathed.

"I can't with this top. The straps would show."

"But that means you won't. . . I mean. . ." I tried to tell her that I would be able to see her breasts, but I didn't know how to say it.

She giggled. "Are you worried that I'll be topless?" she asked.

"Don't you want to cover up?"

"We had a bet. I lost. Underwear only. No bra means only panties for me." She turned around, cupping her tits. "Is that a problem for you?" She still had this sexy little smirk on her face.

I couldn't help but smile. Damn, she looked good. I shook my head. "No. Not really." She smiled back and took a step toward me. She pressed herself against me and kissed me. I placed my arms around her waist and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. As our kiss grew in intensity, her hands slid up my chest and over my shoulders. We embraced as we kissed and I was acutely aware that she was topless, her bare breasts right up against me, with only my shirt separating her skin from mine.

I slid my hands down to her ass and caressed it. She moaned into my mouth and squeezed me tighter. "Oh, god," she breathed into my mouth, "I love you so much." I could only moan as she rotated her hips against my erection. I felt one hand leave my back and she leaned back a little, looking me in the eye. Her hand stroked across the front of my jeans and I gasped at the first time a girl touched my dick.

"Oh, my god, Becks."

"You're so hard," she said, stroking me up and down through my jeans. "I can't believe it."

"Believe it," I groaned. "I can't help it; you're so hot."

"Let's get started on that massage," she whispered. She cupped her breasts again and turned away. Looking over her shoulder, she nodded her head toward the stairs and turned to walk up toward the main floor. I followed her up to my room. She walked in and asked me to close the door and to turn around. I did as she asked. She turned on the lamp and closed my blinds. Walking up behind me, she pulled my shirt out of the waistband of my jeans and pulled it over my head.

I felt her hands stroke my back. "You're so strong, Steve," she said quietly. "I'm going to enjoy this."

I felt her breasts press against my back and my breath was caught short. Her hands had reached around and were unbuckling my belt. "What are you doing?"

"I can't give you a massage while you're dressed, can I?" she asked quietly.

"Becky, I don't know—"

"If you can control yourself? It's okay, you just relax and let me take care of everything."

"I've never. . ." I hesitated, wondering if I was being presumptuous with my warning. I wanted her to know in case any number of things happened that somehow made me look like an idiot. "I've never done. . .anything. . . you know, with a girl."

"Good," she said. "I like knowing that we can learn to enjoy each other."

"You mean you've never. . ."

"No. I've never done anything with a boy, either. Just kissing." She continued to caress my back, my belt now unbuckled, but my button and zipper still closed. "Part of what Randy wanted from me, was something I wasn't willing to give him. I had bigger plans for my heart. And my body."

I looked over my shoulder and Becky's face was right by my shoulder. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful, like she was in exactly the right place. I smiled. She kissed my shoulder just above my shoulder blade. "Now, where were we?"

I felt her hands meet at the button on my jeans and looked down to see two feminine hands unbuttoning my jeans, the first time that had ever happened. I watched excitedly, unbelieving as she peeled the opening back and grabbed the tab of my zipper. Her other hand peeled the fly back as it opened more and more with the lowering zipper. My cock was hard as steel and it looked like an iron rod draped in fabric as it strained to break free from my microfiber boxer briefs.

Becky pushed my pants down with one hand while she ran her other palm up and down my shaft, moaning behind me. I could feel her hot breath on my back, and suddenly recognized her breasts pressing against my back. I throbbed at the thought of it.

"Lie down on your stomach," she said as I kicked off my shoes and pulled my jeans the rest of the way off. I lay on my stomach as she said and she straddled my thighs, the naked skin of her bare legs resting on my own. I like this underwear," she said as she stroked my ass. "What kind is it?"

"It's, uh, microfiber, I think."

"It looks amazing on you. Your butt looks incredible." She squeezed my globes as she said it. I don't think I had ever had anyone compliment my butt before and frankly, it felt a little weird. Not bad, just weird. I have to admit, it was nice, though, to think that Becky liked it.

Her hands pressed into my back and for a few minutes she massaged my muscles firmly, occasionally just rubbing her hands on my skin. I heard her moan and her thighs squeezed me on occasion. My head was turned so I was facing the wall and my erection was pressed against the mattress. I sighed at her touch and she stopped for a moment before continuing on. Her own sighs and moans became more frequent and I began to feel her glide back and forth on my butt. After a few minutes her breathing picked up and Becky whined, "Oh, my god," before letting out a series of short, sharp breaths, followed by a long sigh. She leaned forward onto my back and I felt her breasts against my bare back.

"I want to see you," she said.

Surprised, I asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I want you to turn over so I can look at you and so you. . . so you can look at me."

I considered what that meant and smiled. "Okay. I want that, too."

"Yay," she giggled. She lifted up and knelt beside me. When I rolled over, there she was, her hair draped over her shoulders and her naked, perfect breasts proudly exposed.

"God, you're hot," I said.

She laughed. "Thank you. You are, too." She caressed my chest and stomach in circles. I didn't really know where she was looking as she did this, because I was focused on those perfect, perfect tits. Her areolae were perfect circles of a light pinkish brown with somewhat large, erect nipples protruding from the centers. Her breasts were teardrop-shaped, rounded at the bottom, but with a little sag to them; like I said, they were perfect, slightly large for her small, toned frame.

I was snapped back to attention when I felt her hand glide over my erection. I looked up and saw her smiling at me, with a questioning look. With a knot in my stomach, I nodded and her face relaxed into a natural smile. She turned her attention back to my dick and caressed it more deliberately. She explored and I moaned. She gripped and I groaned. She squeezed it and I gritted my teeth at the exquisite pleasure.

"What's this?" she asked, touching the head of my cock. I lifted my head to look down and saw her pulling her finger from my boxer briefs, with a pool of silver against the black of the microfiber. She lifted her finger and rubbed her finger and thumb together. "It's slippery. Did you. . ."

"No," I shook my head. "It's pre-come. It means I'm excited. For you."

She smiled at me. She stuck her hand into her panties and made a pleasurable face before pulling it back out and showing me her glossy middle finger. "I'm excited for you, too." She leaned over me, placing both hands on the bed and I felt her nipples graze against my chest before her lips met mine. She rested on my chest as her tongue probed my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her waist, reveling in the feel of her nearly naked body against mine as we kissed. I squeezed her round ass and rolled us over onto our sides. In a moment I was on top of her, angled across her body.