The maroon van sputtered as it pulled under the carport in front of the church. Hannah and her friends piled out of the hot vehicle and into the air-conditioned building. The young people had been informed to text their parents a half hour ago to make sure their rides would arrive on time. Most of the parents were already in the newly paved parking lot by the time the van pulled in. She informed her youth pastor that she would wait with her boyfriend Chris until his parents came. The not unattractive man with salt and pepper hair nodded his acceptance of the explanation and went about his business putting the van away and eventually leaving in his own car. Hannah hugged her friends goodbye one by one as Chris made jokes with his.
When the last of them left with parents or their own cars Chris strolled over to the girl he had been dating for the past 3 months. Hannah straighten her green tank top as she felt him approach. They had planned the whole thing out. Chris would tell his parents that Hannah was going to give him a ride home. Hannah would tell her parents she was going to Chris’s house after they got back. This would give them plenty of time alone in the church. They had only flirted and hinted to each other what they were going to do. They had only had random “make out” sessions up to this point and they knew that whatever was going to happen today would be more than just kissing.
She turned to Chris with a spin,
“Hi, boyfriend!”
She said with a smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled back and placed hands on her petite waist and let them slide down to her shapely hips.
In Chris’ mind, Hannah had a perfect figure. She was very petite up top with b cup breast and a slim waist, but her hips and ass were curvy. He had watched her ass jiggle with every step in her tight jeans all trip. On the ride home, he could barely contain his erection as he rested his hand on her thick thigh. Now she was standing in front of him. Her hips in his hands. Her perky breasts pressed against his chest. He could no longer contain the growth in his jeans.
Hannah felt the bulge pressed against her and it sent a rush of excitement and anxiety through her body. Her fingers tingled and she could feel her tiny pink nipples begin to harden.
“Should we go somewhere more private?”
Chris asked as he leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead, something that Hannah had always loved.
“Probably. What about the women’s restroom? There’s a little shower room in there.”
Hannah said sweetly as she returned the favor by kissing Chris’ cheek.
That was all Chris needed in terms of prompting. He kissed her once gently on the lips and broke their embrace just long enough to take her hand and lead her through the wooden door into a room he had never before dared to venture.
Once the couple had passed through a second door into the shower room Hannah had made up her mind. If they were going to “do more than kiss” then she was going to control exactly how much more. She reached out and grabbed Chris by the front of his t-shirt. She pulled him into a deep kiss. Her tongue splitting their lips. She rolls her tongue around his probing counterpart.
Chris’ hands took this as their cue. They eagerly slip under Hannah’s tank top and begin working the garment up her slender waist. Once the tank top reached just under her arms Hannah took the hint and raised her hands above her head. The shirt pulled up and over and was deposited on the tile floor. Before Chris was a sight he had longed to see for a long time. Hannah stood in a lacy pink bra. Her ivory skin almost glowing in the dark room. After a moment of staring their lips were again interlocked. Hannah’s bare torso pressed against Chris felt amazing, but she wanted skin on skin. It was something she had thought about on lonely nights with her hand in her panties. Chris’ shirt came off next.
Chris’ hands, never ones to be idle for long, began working the button and zipper of Hannah’s jeans. Hannah panicked for just a moment before allowing Chris to slip her jeans down to her knees revealing a pair of matching panties. His fingers slipped under the hem of the girly garment to the soft, smooth, and ever dampening lips inside. At this Hannah sat down on a small bench to the side of the shower stall. Chris’ fingers began massaging her virgin sex, clumsily at first, but once she provided guidance based on many nights of experience Hannah began to feel streams of pleasure streak through her body. Electricity radiated from her lap into her torso and down through her thighs. Tiny vibrations of energy that produced a whimpering gasp from her lips.
The noise only made the enthusiastic Chris more devoted to his task. Hannah’s head tilted back as her mouth opened in a barely audible moan. He moved his hand farther into her panties stretching the fabric to its limit. Keeping his thumb on her now soaking button he placed a finger against her opening. With this Hannah let out her first true moan.
“Uh! Oh god, Chris…mmm…”
Her voice faded into a whimpering squeak. With this Chris slowly pushed a digit inside her tight hot pussy. Her walls gripped his finger tightly. Hannah let out a cry. Chris could not tell if it was pain or pleasure. He began slowly pumping his finger in and out.
Hannah was lost in the sensations. Then a thought struck her. Maybe she should be giving back and not just receiving. She thought back to the bulge she felt through his pants. She opened her eyes and let her fingers walk down Chris’ torso to his jeans.
Taking the more direct route she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before pushing her hand down into his jeans and boxers. There she felt it. A long hard shaft with a bulbous head. It was bigger than she thought it could be. She gripped his member and began stroking. Letting her hand massage the length of his sex eliciting an immediate groan. Hannah smiled.
The young couple sat on the bench hands pleasuring each other. Both letting out grunts, moans, and whimpers. Chris’ fingers were now slick with Hannah’s juices. Hannah’s hand began to feel pulses along the thick shaft.
“Oh my god. I’m… It’s..”
With that, Hannah felt Chris’ cock shudder and pulse. As she stroked her hand became covered with a hot sticky liquid. Hannah liked it.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/971vkp/the_transformation_of_hannah_part_1_mf_fingering