That time I made a mess of my squeaky clean virgin girlfriend [MF]

It was the summer between high school graduation and freshman year of college. Savannah was my 18-year old girlfriend, the stereotypical Christian school ‘good girl’ repressing a turbo charged sex drive. So while she was ‘saving sex for marriage’, pretty much anything aside from me literally inserting my dick all the way into her pussy was fair game. And that summer, the constant tease of coming close to sex but never actually having it made everything we did feel ten times more tantalizing. Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, right? I felt the need to share this one particular forbidden fruit story. One of many, but a good one, I think.

Savannah had sandy blonde hair down past her shoulders, big blue eyes, and the sexy/fit body of a soccer player, like she was. She also had strict, conservative, domineering parents who kept a close eye on her and pretty much disapproved of me, wholesale.

On this one summer night, we were out later than she told her parents we would be, and by the time I got her back home, all the lights were out and the house was silent. We quietly entered the front door, and I waited in the front hallway while she tiptoed around to see if anybody in her family was still up. It seemed everyone was asleep except her older brother gaming in his room upstairs, so she came back to the hallway and we started making out.

Savannah was wearing a flowery yellow summer dress that came to a stop in the middle of her thighs, flowing loose around her hot body but hugging tight around her young, perky breasts beneath thin spaghetti straps. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I loved it. She looked stunning to me, as usual. We had been all over each other in the car the whole drive back to her place, so finding the first floor dark and empty was a win on two fronts: she didn’t have to deal with angry parents until the next day, and we had some space to ourselves. We didn’t need any more motivation to pick up where we had left off.

Savannah pulled me into the living room, and put a dim light on so we could see each other a little bit better. We stood there in the middle of the room, lips locked, swirling tongues. Our hands slid up and down each others’ bodies, caressing and exploring, teasing each other forward to see how far we might be willing to take things that night. I kissed her neck down to her shoulders and back up again, my hands running along her body and brushing against the sides of her breasts, gradually getting more of a feel with each pass. If there was one thing our everything-but-sex period of the relationship taught me, it was how to tease and tantalize back. Foreplay is everything.

I was already stiff as a board, though, my cock cramped tight behind my shorts. When she pressed into me, she could feel my boner and pressed her body harder against it. She moved her hips, grinding her body against mine. My hands made their way down to her ass and I squeezed her gently, holding her close to me, her arms draped around my neck.

“You’ve got me so hard,” I said, barely above a whisper. Savannah smiled back at me, and ran her hand across my bulge, stroking it with her palm and running her fingers along its length. She slowly and carefully unfastened my belt and opened my shorts, but left my bulge still tucked behind my boxers. Her hand continued to explore, stroking and massaging over my underwear, with her fingers occasionally sliding through the fly. The subtle tease of skin on skin had my teenage self bordering on throbbing, and we were still standing there more or less fully dressed. We kept making out as we went, Savannah’s hands diving deeper into my shorts to caress my balls, still behind the boxers. My balls felt tight and I thought to myself, it wouldn’t take much tonight for me to explode.

Suddenly a warning light went off in my head. It occurred to me that her parents’ bedroom connected to the living room, where we were. Her mom and dad were asleep less than twenty feet from us. At least, I hoped they were asleep.

“Hey. You’re sure your parents aren’t up, right?” I asked, fighting a sudden wave of paranoia. If they were to open a door, they would have walked straight in on us; me with their teenage daughter, wrist deep inside my shorts.

“I didn’t see a light on under their door,” Savannah replied.

“Maybe we should go up to your room instead?” I suggested. At that point in our relationship, getting to her bedroom was still a holy grail for me.

“No. We can’t. My brother is still up. He’s playing on his computer, but he would definitely hear us if we went upstairs. I have to pass his room to get to mine,” she explained. I knew that was a lost cause. If her brother knew we were fooling around, he was liable to wake their parents up just to tell them. He was a sellout. I felt shot down. I worried about getting blue balls that night, because when you’re a horny as hell teenage male that’s the sort of struggle you want no part of.

“You’ve got me feeling like I’m gonna explode tonight,” I confessed. “I’m just worried about your parents coming out here and seeing us like this.”

“Hold on a sec,” she said, and flitted away from me on her tiptoes, creeping up to her parents door and placing an ear against it. She hunched over and listened, her hands on her knees and her ass pushing the summer dress out. In the faded light she looked like sin waiting to happen, and I was feeling pretty devilish. She slowly and methodically turned the doorknob, and cracked open the door just enough to peek through with one eye. I couldn’t see inside from where I was standing fixated like a sex zombie, fully erect and leaking precum into my boxers. Savannah quietly shut the door again and tiptoed back to me.

“They’re asleep. I can tell. We should be quiet anyway, but I think we’re okay,” she whispered. Her voice didn’t sound confident, but her actions sure did.

She pulled me down onto the rug and pushed my shoulders back till I was flat on the floor. She tugged down at my shorts till my bulge was sticking out above it, still masked behind the boxers, and then she crawled to straddle me. She leaned down and kissed me, hard, with her ass still in the air. Then she sat back and eased down on me, pulling her dress out so that she could grind atop my stiff dick. I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress back so I could see where our bodies met. In the dim light my eyes traced up the inside of her thighs to the beautiful mound in the middle, already sliding back and forth over my cock. She was wearing baby blue and white gingham cotton panties, low cut. I can still remember the way they felt. Even through the fabric of both our underwear, I could feel the softness of her pussy lips as they slid back and forth over me. There wasn’t much dry about our dry humping. My boxers felt soaked with precum.

My hands made their way to her ass, and I slid them behind the panties to get a handful of her warm cheeks. Her tight ass felt amazing as she humped away. Her hands were up my shirt, feeling my body as we writhed together on the floor. Every once in a while, we made more sound than we meant to, and I would wince and wait for her parents’ bedroom door to open. We were playing with fire, so it’s no wonder what we were doing felt that much hotter.

In spite of the risk, I wanted so badly to see Savannah naked. My imagination ran wild. Even though we had fooled around while making out fairly frequently, there were still times she demurred and kept herself covered, so at this point in our relationship I had only seen her in some form of toplessness a couple times. I had only ever caught fleeting glimpses of what she kept concealed by her panties, though sometimes my hands got the green light to explore. Her pussy had always felt so perfect to the touch, a horny boy’s dream. Even a glimpse or feel of the trimmed bush she kept at that time would be enough to send me creaming.

As I went to kiss her neck, I brought my hands up and slowly tugged her spaghetti straps to the edge of her shoulders, leaving her time to stop me if she wanted to, but she said nothing. The straps fell loose beside her arms.

“You’ll have to unzip it on the side,” she said. Green light. I unzipped the top of her dress, and slid a hand inside. Her tits felt so naturally soft, yet firm and perky at the same time. She was a solid C cup, not too big but more than enough for your hands to hold and enjoy. I pulled slowly at the dress, and again she said nothing, just kept grinding atop me and kissing me. The yellow dress eased down, slowly exposing more of her cleavage until it slid past and left her breasts fully exposed, dropping them out right over my face. In the dim light, I could just make out her pale pink nipples, ‘ghost nipples’ as this platform might call them. There was a stark contrast between her summer tan and the snow white skin beneath her bikini line. I played with Savannah’s nipples and moved my face closer, kissing and sucking on her bouncing boobs. She grinded harder and faster, and my cock gradually slipped out of my boxers, till only her blue and white panties were between us.

Suddenly when I imagined her parents walking in on us, I was turned on by the thought. I was feeding off the risk of the whole situation. There was a chance they would see their daughter, topless and riding on me, and it made my sexual appetite that much stronger. I nearly came right then.

“I don’t think I’m gonna last long but I don’t wanna make a mess out here. Do you have a towel or anything nearby?” I asked, trying to ride it out. At that moment I was irrationally worried about leaving any kind trace in her family’s living room and getting caught after the fact, like they were going to CSI the shit out of it or something. Clearly I was made dumb by my own horniness.

“I’m worried Mom would notice if I used one of her towels,” Savannah said, rising up onto her knees. “I can try to find something though.” Much to my immediate dismay, Savannah rose up and ran tiptoed toward their kitchen and laundry room, her dress still pulled down beneath her boobs, leaving me to sit there waiting, my cock sticking out of my boxers and pulsing in anticipation. In less than half a minute, Savannah came back into the room empty handed and knelt down beside me. “I couldn’t find anything, I guess they did laundry or something. Are you really close to cumming?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I said. “I just don’t want to jizz in my pants or something and have to drive home like that,” I added with an awkward chuckle. She looked at me sympathetically, like she wanted to help. I wanted to cum so badly, as I kept staring at her snow white tits and small, pink nipples. I wanted to cum there in her family’s living room, with her parents sleeping not twenty feet away. It was so wrong, but it had me irreversibly aroused.

“Then why don’t you just cum inside my panties?” she asked softly, looking down at me. My jaw dropped and I had to replay her words in my head to make sure I heard her correctly.

“What do you mean, like you’re going to take them off?” I asked, my heart starting to race.

“No,” she said. “Like this.” She pulled my hand and encouraged me up on my knees, facing her as she also positioned herself upright on her knees. She grasped my cock as it poked straight up out of my boxer fly, and I gulped. My knees felt weakened by her touch. She pulled me closer to herself, stroking me as she did so, and pulled her dress up above her hips then started rubbing my cock against her pussy mound, on the outside of her panties. That was when I noticed her panties already felt wet, too.

Savannah looked down and with her other hand pulled at the waistband of her panties, down far enough for me to see the top half of her neatly trimmed bush. I couldn’t help but gawk at her, taking a full mental picture. Even in the dim light I could make out that golden brown “V” and I was dying for her to pull them down the rest of the way. Instead she pulled me even closer, slowly guiding my cock down inside the front of her panties, stroking me all the while. Her trimmed bush tickled the head of my cock, and she pulled me down further to rub my head against her wet pussy lips and warm, honey sticky clit, with her hand and the low cut panties pressing my cock tight.

“You sure you’re okay with me cumming there?” I asked. I was dancing on the edge.

“Yeah,” she whispered, focused on what she was doing. “That way I can just clean up after you leave.” Fuck, that pushed me even further. Again I thought of her parents walking in on this situation, and again the wave of anxiety morphed into an unquenchable rush.

Savannah’s pussy was mesmerizing on my cock, as she stroked off and on with her hand while I thrusted myself against her wetness, getting a pussy job and hand job at the same time. I rubbed and squeezed Savannah’s bare tits, keeping a side eye on her parents’ door off to our side.

“This feels so good. Oh my god!” I said.

“Good, babe,” she said. “I want you to feel good. I want you to cum.” I looked down and could now see even more of her pussy; all of her trimmed mound bumping rhythmically against me, her pink lips spread over my shaft and gliding back and forth, her soft cotton panties now bunched in a narrow elastic ring around her hips, holding my cock tight against her sex.

That was all it took. I felt my body tighten and blood rush. I grunted as my cock spasmed and unloaded round upon round of hot jizz, as I continued thrusting against her. My cum exploded against the outside of her lips, then shot back between her thighs toward her clenching buttcheeks. Savannah pulled back slightly and gripped my cock again with her hand, holding her panties down and out like a net to catch every drop of me, baring her pussy to my orgasm. Her strokes kept me cumming, spurting more jizz onto that trimmed golden brown bush and dripping down onto the crotch of her panties. As I slowly came to a stop, she pulled my cock out and wiped it off against a dry part near the waistband of her panties.

I stared at Savannah in disbelief and slowly came back down to earth. I brought my hand down and felt her pussy from outside her panties. They were entirely soaked through with my cum, and already starting to stick to her. She smiled at me and kissed me.

“There,” she said sweetly. “Feel better?”

I nodded. Words couldn’t come to me right then. We stood and adjusted our clothes, then made out a little more. She said she wanted to go clean up and that we should probably call it a night before we actually did get caught by somebody. We kissed good night and I left, way beyond satisfied.

I got home about ten minutes later and texted her to see if she was good. She said she was fine but her brother had stopped her to talk when she went upstairs after I left. She said he hadn’t heard anything and was just catching up with her, but she had to stand there talking with him for a couple minutes while sticking to her cum-filled baby blue and white gingham cotton panties underneath that sexy ass flowery yellow summer dress that hit mid-thigh. And that mental image was all I needed. I would have to take matters into my own hands in my own bedroom, but even the thought of her and the forbidden fruit of that night was enough to get me off a second time.

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