Tybalt and Juliet Ch. 03

We ran back to Amy's house and I waited behind her as she unlocked the front door. Fuck me, she was hot. Her smooth skin glistened with perspiration and the way her tight leggings clung to her long legs and boyish hips - perfection, just perfect. My cock began to stiffen. I reached forward and lightly ran my fingertips up her left buttock.

"Jake!" she hissed in a stage whisper. "Not here - the neighbours!"

We tumbled through the front door and I pulled her to me, giving her a big kiss on the lips.

"Drink?" Amy asked, and we made our way down the hallway to the kitchen.

She took two glasses out of the cupboard and moved over to the sink to fill them. With her back turned to me, I rearranged my boner to make myself more comfortable, then moved behind her, letting the fingers of my left hand brush under her left buttock.

"Mmmm," she approved, pushing her ass back into my palm and giving me an excited smile over her shoulder. Permission to continue. I stepped closer to her, drawing my hands gently up her hips, holding her sides, pressing my cock between her butt cheeks.

"Oh," she cried in mock surprise and delight, setting the glasses down on the draining board and gripping the overhang of the working surface. I bent to plant little kisses down her slender neck and across her exposed shoulder. She gave a quiet moan and I felt her push back into my crotch.

"You like that?" a low whisper in her ear.

She nodded, mutely, grinding her butt a little against me.

"You like feeling my hard cock?" I asked.

She nodded again.

"You knew exactly what you were doing today," I continued, trying to make my voice as low and masculine as I could. "Teasing me, running ahead of me in these tight bottoms, flirting with me out in public."

She tilted her head downwards, nodding, submissive, guilty. More kisses on her neck, more grinding.

"You wanted to get me all hot and sweaty and horny for you, didn't you, didn't you?"

"Jake!" she gasped, reaching behind to grasp my raging boner. I felt a jolt of electricity as she made contact with my cock through my leggings.

I spun her around, and we kissed passionately, her small hands reaching down to my buttocks, pulling her in to me.

"Oh Jake!" she whispered hoarsely. She ran her hands up my bare arms, lightly feeling my muscles.

"Yeah?" I replied, "you like that?"

She pulled my head down and we kissed again, grinding against each other. I could feel her mound rubbing against my leg as her hands slipped under my t-shirt, roaming over my abs and pecks.

"Mmm," she murmured, closing her eyes in concentration. I swept my hands up her body, lightly brushing her breasts through her tight crop top, to hold her head gently as our tongues danced.

"Tell me what you want!" I whispered breathlessly in her ear. "Tell me what you want to do to me."

She opened her eyes and pushed me back slightly, creating a little time and space, considering the options, deciding.

"Can we go upstairs and cuddle?" Amy asked quietly, looking up at me. "Not to do anything, but just to cuddle?"

"Of course," I answered. "We can do whatever you like, and only what you're comfortable with."

"Thank you," she said, stepping forward. We kissed again.

On a whim, I turned round in front of her, bending my knees and my back a little. "Piggyback upstairs?" I asked.

Amy climbed aboard and wrapped her arms around my neck, as I supported her legs. I climbed the stairs and carried her into her bedroom, opening the door and setting her feet down on the floor. She stood behind me, pressing against me as her hands snaked under my t-shirt again.

I turned round as she began to lift the hem of my t-shirt. "This has to go," she said, determinedly.

"Your wish is my command," I responded with a twinkle in my eye, stepping back with my calves against the end of the bed, so as not to hit her with my flailing arms. I tossed my t-shirt to the floor beside me.

We stood, maybe a metre apart, our eyes drinking in the sight of each other's bodies, alone in the privacy of her room.

My sexy girlfriend stood before me, her tight sports top revealing the curves of her pert breasts, revealing her slim waist and the figure-hugging leggings outlining her graceful hips. I was speechless, consumed by her beauty, by her femininity, by my lust.

"Oh Jake," she cried. "I think I'm falling in love with you. You are amazing!"

She advanced towards me and I expected her to kiss more or at least to hug me, but she didn't. Instead she placed her petite hands flat on my chest and pushed me sharply, making me fall backwards in surprise onto the bed.

I recovered my balance, propping myself up on my elbows, astonishment still written over my face.

"I've got you just where I want you," she grinned. Then she started to pull at the ends of my jogging bottoms, "These need to come off too!"

I lifted my hips, pushing my waistband down over my rigid cock as she pulled the hems of each leg over my ankles. There was a moment of difficulty as she struggled to free my right heel, but then she flung the garment over her head in triumph!

I lay on the bed, clad in only my compression shorts, watching her studying me, her eyes fixed on my crotch.

"I can see your willie!" she giggled.

"There's a better view from here," I said, teasing her.

"Hmm", she said, "one more thing," and she pulled off her crop top in one swift movement, exposing her breasts to me for the first time. I stared agog. Small, round, pert, with pointed erect nipples, I could not have imagined a more perfect pair.

My throbbing cock strained at the waistband of my compression shorts, almost taking on a life of its own. She climbed onto the bed and scooted up next to me. We kissed, then she turned onto her back, raising her hips to peel off her tight leggings. Now she was naked, except for a pair of black, boy short-style panties.

We turned on our sides to face each other, embracing and pulling each other close. I felt the swell of her firm breasts pressing against my chest, her soft, cool skin touching mine. She seemed a little tense, nervous. I stroked her back gently and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

"Is this OK?" I asked, concerned that we were going too fast.

"This is perfect," Amy said quietly, trying to hide the anxiety in her eyes. She'd taken a big step in the heat of the moment and she wasn't sure she'd made the right decision.

"Are you cold? Should we get under the covers?" I asked, presenting her a way for her to hide her modesty, if she wanted one.

"Yes, OK," she said and we snuggled together under the duvet. I lay on my back, with Amy's head on my chest. I gently stroked her arm, as she drew small circles around my nipples with her fingertips. She was becoming more comfortable now and beginning to relax as I held her.

"You've got little hairs," she giggled, watching the thin blond wisps dancing as she blew gently across my pecs. "I love this chest," she sighed dreamily. "You feel so firm and muscly when you press against me."

I kicked the duvet down the bed a little, so that we were covered from our waists downwards and my chest and abs were showing, to let Amy explore more if she wanted to. Her hand started to roam more freely and she planted a few little butterfly kisses on my neck and cheek.

She dipped her hand below the covers, walking her fingertips across my hip. Her hands came to rest on my cock and gently squeezed me through the cool fabric of my compression shorts. She looked up at me again, eyes wide in excitement.

"Jake!" she purred. "Your willie is so hard!"

"That's what you do to me," I replied, aching for her to grasp me more tightly.

She pulled her hand away, unsure again.

"It's OK," I said gently. "You can touch me there if you like."

Amy looked up at me again, taking her time to consider.

"Jake, can you hold me like you did downstairs, from behind? I think I'd like that." As she finished speaking, she glanced down, her cheeks reddening slightly.

"Of course," I responded. "Whatever you'd like and whatever you feel comfortable with."

She turned to lie with her back to me, resting her head on my left arm. I scooted across behind her, pressing my hardness between her butt cheeks. She purred contentedly. I wrapped my right arm loosely across her, and she took my hands between hers.

"That feels amazing," she said. "I feel so protected being wrapped up in your body!"

I nibbled little kisses on the side of her neck, breathing in the smell of her hair as she started to grind back into my crotch again. She placed my hands on her breasts, one in each. Her soft, firm globes nestled in my palms. She gasped at my touch as I gently stroked her nipples, now rock hard in her arousal. My cock was now harder than it had ever been, straining at the tight fabric of my compression shorts, desperate for release.

I removed my right hand from her left breast, bringing it up to my mouth to collect a gob of saliva. Amy whimpered at the momentary loss of contact, then took a sharp intake of breath as she felt the cool lubricant of my spittle.

"Ah Jake," she gasped.

"Is that good?" I asked.

She nodded, speechless, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation.

I let my wet fingers trail around her nipple. Amy arched her head back against my shoulder, lost in pleasure.

"Kiss me Jake!" she begged. "Please, I need you to kiss me."

I moved slightly and she rolled a quarter turn onto her back. I brought my right hand up from her breast to stroke her cheek, as our mouths joined and our tongues danced, our passion building. We broke apart, breathlessly staring into each other's eyes.

"Ah Jake," she cried. "How do you do these things to me?"

We kissed again, more softly, more tenderly. Then I straightened up, drinking in the view of her body beside mine, her bare breasts revealed to me again.

"Wow Amy," I gasped in wonder. "You are so beautiful."

Her hands fluttered upwards making as if to cover her bosom, but she stopped short.

"They're not too small are they?" she asked anxiously, glancing down.

"No, they're perfect. Absolutely perfect. You're perfect!" I replied, looking back up at her eyes. "I want to kiss them. They are so kissable! Can I kiss them?"

Amy nodded mutely and I bent my head, placing a gentle kiss on each and a third in the valley between them. I pursed my lips and blew gently across her nipples. She gasped and shuddered in pleasure.

I looked up at her again, that far-away look had returned to her eyes. Encouraged, I bent my head to her right breast and gently licked the nipple. She moaned and grabbed the sheet between us, balling it in her fist.

I moved my head across to the opposite side of her body, tenderly kissing the other nipple. Another moan. I took it into my mouth, holding it delicately between my lips, flicking my tongue across it. Amy hissed with pleasure.

I'd read online, that a good way of kissing a woman's breasts is to use your tongue to trace out the letters of the alphabet, swapping sides every few letters, which apparently ensures a good balance between stimulating the tip of the nipple (on the vertical strokes) and the rim (the curvier parts of each letter).

In the absence of any other strategy, I decided to try the wisdom of the internet. And so I began with the letter 'a'. A lower case 'a' for Amy, my girlfriend. Yes, my girlfriend, my first girlfriend!

I felt Amy's hand touching the back of my head, softly at first, but then she gripped my hair more firmly, directing me to where she needed me to go. I liked that, it reassured me that I was doing the right thing and that she felt sufficiently in control.

Her breathing was becoming shallower and more rapid now, and her chest quivered at each intake. I was beginning to be more adventurous, sucking her rock-hard nipples more assertively, while still working my way through the letters. Her moans were constant and louder than ever before. I squeezed both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, kissing the base of each breast and working my way between them. I lifted my head. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes sightless, watching me without seeing.

"j". "j" for Jake. My name. Flicks of my tongue for the downward stroke, followed by a curving caress at the base of the nipple. Amy arched her back, straining her neck, shuddering in pleasure, then she gripped me firmly, scrunching her legs upwards and folding me into her body. She held me for several seconds as her orgasm enveloped her. Then she relaxed and I lay with my head on her bosom, planting the lightest kisses on the side of her left breast.

She was still for several minutes, and I lay there listening to her breathing return to normal.

"Wow Jake," she said, still in a semi-daze. "That's the most amazing orgasm I've ever had and all you did was kiss my breasts! I can't make myself cum like that! How are you doing this to me?"

I didn't answer, but instead I crawled upwards and gave her a long, loving kiss.

"Jake," she said. "I think I'm in love with you!"

"Really?!" My heart leapt. "I think I'm in love with you too."

We hugged each other tightly and I felt her breasts again pressing against my chest. Her eyes widened. My shaft, still painfully erect, was throbbing gently against her thigh. She could feel it. She wanted it.

Her hand snaked down towards my cock, touching me lightly.

"Did you, did you cum?" she asked hesitantly.

I shook my head gently and smiled back at her. "No," I said, "but that doesn't matter."

"But Jake," she said, firmly, "it does matter. You've made me cum twice, two amazing really big cums, the best I've ever had and I haven't made you cum at all!"

Amy pushed my shoulder, rolling me onto my back. Then she placed her head on my chest, looking down my body towards my crotch. She trailed her fingertips down my abs and over the bulge in my compression shorts. My cock throbbed in anticipation, straining at the waistband.

Amy pushed herself up on one elbow to get herself a better view, feeling my length between her fingers and thumb.

"Oh my, Jake," she gasped in awe. "You're so big and so hard," her eyes transfixed by the silhouette, shrouded in the black fabric. She bent down and placed a gentle kiss halfway along my shaft, inhaling the scent of my arousal.

She looked back up at me, slightly nervous. "Jake, can I," she swallowed, "can I take these off? I need to see him. Can I touch him?" she pleaded.

I nodded and lifted my hips in response and Amy carefully lifted the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down carefully to expose my treasure. She was slow, diligent, methodical almost. Not a mad scramble to get me off, she wanted to look, to study, to explore.

She ran her fingers lightly through my pubic hair, gauging its coarseness. Then she reached across and touched me. She gasped again in revelation.

"He's so smooth and so hard, but so soft," she marvelled. "I love your willie!" she giggled.

She walked her fingertips along my shaft to the top and let them trail back down again. Her touch was cool and light against the heat of my skin.

"And these are your balls?" she asked, flashing a gleeful smile at me. "They're so heavy and furry!"

"You have to be very gentle with them," I said, playing along with her innocence. "You mustn't squeeze them too hard, or you'll hurt them."

Amy fondled my ball sack lightly for a few moments, before returning her attention to my shaft. She wrapped her hand around the base, giving me a light squeeze. I gasped and my cock jolted, taking on a life of its own. Then she moved upwards, gripping me between her finger and thumb and gently pulled my foreskin back.

She looked at me anxiously. "Is that OK?" she asked. "That doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No," I said. "That feels really nice, really, really nice."

"He's very red," she said as she exposed my glans. "And that's the hole where your stuff comes out?" she queried.

I nodded.

"Ooh, what's that?" she asked, noticing the pre-cum that was beginning to leak from the tip.

"That means I'm excited," I said, "really, really excited."

She gathered a dewdrop with her thumb and forefinger, pressing them together and opening them again to gauge the texture.

"Ooh," said in amazement, "it's like little strands of silk, like a spider's web," she giggled. "Wow, your willie is so amazing!"

She placed a kiss midway along my shaft and smiled up at me.

"How do I touch him?" she asked.

"Sometimes it's nice to put a little bit of saliva on your fingertips first," I explained, "and then just stroke very softly."

She collected a small glob of spittle from her mouth and then gently brushed her moistened digits across my head. I gasped in delight and my cock jumped again; the naïve inexperience of her fingers turning me on even more.

"I think he likes me," she giggled, moving to kiss me on the lips. She nestled in the crook of my arm, gently stroking me.

"Is this nice for you?" she asked, concerned that her anatomical investigations might not be producing the right sensations.

"Yes," I said, "really nice. It's wonderful."

She looked at me with concern, as if she felt that I wasn't being entirely truthful with her.

"Can you, can you show me what you do?" she asked hesitantly, "to make yourself cum?" she added, placing her right hand under mine, asking for guidance.

I placed her hand around my cock again and then showed her where I was sensitive, spreading some of my saliva around my glans.

"He's very red," she said again, inspecting the end of my weapon closely. She made a few tentative movements, "Am I doing it OK?"

"Yes, that's really nice," I responded. "Can I touch you?" I asked hesitantly.

"No," she said firmly, perhaps a little more emphatically than I think she wanted to. "It would be really lovely and I'm dying for you to touch me there, but not yet, not today. Is that OK?" she added, softening the blow.

"Of course," I answered. "We'll only do what you're comfortable with."

"Thank you," she said, continuing to stroke my shaft. "Tell you what though," she added, thoughtfully, and in one full movement, she had leapt astride me, her pussy, still hidden beneath her boy shorts, now pressing onto the base of my cock.

I looked up at her, naked except for her panties, watching her as she began to jerk me again. I ran my hands up her arms and pulled her face down to kiss me.

"Fuck Amy, that's so hot!" I exclaimed, placing my palms over the soft globes of her breasts, working her nipples with my fingers.

Amy looked down at my shaft, "It's like he's my willie now!" she giggled.

She began to quicken her pace and I pressed my hips up, increasing the pressure on her sensitive parts. She responded, gipping me more tightly and moving more frantically. She moaned and ground back down against me.

"You like that, Amy, you like that?" I teased.

She nodded mutely, her eyes half closed, then she bent down towards me and our mouths met again. We kissed, powerfully, savagely even, our breaths ragged as we hurtled towards orgasm.

"Cum for me Jake!" she commanded, straightening up again. "I want you to cum for me! I want to see you cum!"

"Fuck Amy, yeah, I'm close," I cried as she redoubled her efforts, gripping my shaft tighter and stroking me faster than ever before.

"Fuck!" I roared, as my cock exploded, firing volley upon volley of cum onto my chest and abs.

Amy screamed, arching her back, overwhelmed again by pleasure, shaking with her own crashing orgasm. She collapsed on top of me, panting, crushing her breasts between us. I held her tightly, nuzzling her hair as the aftershocks pulsed through her body. We lay still for a minute or so, lost in the afterglow of our shared ecstasy.

Our hearts began to slow and our breathing returned to normal.