“Sure.”
And so, sitting side-by-side on the picnic table two evenings ago as it grew steadily darker, we again began kissing. But this time it was as boyfriend and girlfriend, a time-honored commitment to romance that meant a little more was expected.
Sexually.
Tim was a fast learner, and I was an excellent teacher (I'd been told!), so before too long we were French kissing like we'd been doing it all our lives. And breathing so hard we were both shaky.
I could feel my heart pounding away in my thin chest and I knew his was doing exactly the same thing.
The rough top of the picnic table had grown hard against my skinny little butt, though, and then just as hard along my side when I lay back and pulled him down next to me. We kept kissing, slow wet kisses that had us both panting, the awkwardness of our position on the table virtually unnoticed in our excitement at being together.
But soon enough, I suggested, “Let's get down on the grass. It'll be softer.”
Tim needed no further prodding.
It was nearly dark by then, the bright full moon already overhead and providing all the light we needed. Without really disengaging, we slid off the table down onto the grass and kept at each other.
It was soft and sexy and somehow natural. It was also obvious the park was nearly deserted.
“You're getting me all excited,” I admitted to him, continuing to kiss him so hotly I knew he was as aroused as I was. “You know, between my legs.”
“Really?” he breathed back to me. “I'm all excited, too.”
And as if I'd never even considered such a thing before meeting him, I slid one slim bare leg over one of his and tightened myself to him, pressing my crotch into his denim-covered thigh as if I was humping it.
Kissing him fervently still, I was starting to grind against him, making little moaning sounds as I did so.
“You've got me so hot!” I panted. “I've never felt this…turned on.”
And I took his hand in mine and guided it down the back of my shorts, under my panties, his fingers easily finding my bare little 5th-grader's ass and squeezing it. I jerked with another little moan at the sensation of his warm hand, finally, in my pants, then squirmed against him as if I was already having an orgasm.
“I love your hand on my bare butt,” I breathed hotly to him, my lips still touching his. “Keep squeezing it like that…”
“Oh God, this is so great,” he said shakily. “I can't believe we're doing this.”
As if I'd just thought of it, I gave him a nervous little giggle and unsnapped his jeans, a moment later finding his zipper easily enough. I tugged it slowly down, my mouth against his, my tongue still working fervidly against his own.
He jerked slightly as he realized what I was doing, but then put up no argument as I slid my small hand into the front of his jeans and squeezed his throbbingly-hard cock through his underwear.
“Oh, Maureen!” he swallowed, kissing me even more ardently. “That feels unbelievably good!”
“I'll bet,” I told him somewhat breathlessly. And then, “I'm only doing this because you're my boyfriend.”
“I know.”
Our lips stayed together, kissing and sucking at each other, as I fished out his rigid cock and started jacking him off. He moaned again, low in his throat, his cock exactly what I'd expected from a 12-year-old boy.
It was slender and not all that long, but it was so stiff it was throbbing uncontrollably under my fingers. I worked it out into the moonlight, wanting to see it, and wanting to see it even closer when he ejaculated.
I loved watching a guy's cum shoot out.
I also wondered if I should go as far as putting it in my mouth, his dick, but then decided that'd be too much for a first time.
“Is this okay, Tim?” I asked him shakily, my hand moving up and down. “Am I doing it right?”
“It's great!” he managed, his hand still in the back of my shorts, gripping my small rubbery-firm ass tightly. “You're doing it just right…”
“Do you want to touch me?” I murmured, hesitantly. “You know, in front…?”
He pulled away from me then, looking into my eyes. And then nodded.
We ended up facing each other, lying on our sides in the grass under the full moon, my hand still tightly holding his stiff young dick, my shorts and panties down around one ankle as he explored my sweet cunt with eager fingers.
I had one knee cocked up so he could better get at me. With my knee up like that, it made my pussy slightly more open.
“You're so wet in there,” he said, his fingers probing deeply into me. “And so hot and slippery.”
“I love your fingers in my pussy,” I told him, my crotch alive with sensation. “Do you want to make me come?”
That again stopped him.
He was unsure, I was certain, how he might do it.
“Let me show you,” I whispered hoarsely to him. “I'll make you come and you make me come. Okay?”
He didn't have to be talked into it.
I let go of his slender dick long enough to guide his slickened fingers to my clit, then showed him how to massage it, using just two fingers, to give me all the pleasure I needed to have an orgasm.
“Just do it like this,” I instructed him. “Right at the top. You can stick your fingers inside me again after you make me come.”
“Okay.”
Then I went back to jacking him off.
“This is unreal!” he laughed, the two of us masturbating each other. “Maureen, I'm already going to come! Uhhh, man, here it comes!”
And his 12-year-old cock jerked under my fingers, twitching, the sudden rush of his cum surprising me with the amount that spurted out. The first long stream of it covered my slender wrist and became the start of a shiny puddle on the ground between us.
“Don't stop, please!” he begged me. “Oh, Maureen, it's so great!”
I kept jacking him off, my hand a sudden blur (the way I knew boys liked it), and the river of his semen jetted out in several erratic spurts before finally ebbing to a little sticky drop hanging from the tiny slit in the head of his dick.
I wanted to take his cock into my mouth, to suck even the last drops of his cum from him, but I knew better than to overplay my hand.
“Okay,” he finally gasped, “That's enough.”
I let go of his cock then, but put my other small hand over his, the one he still had between my legs. I was still lying with one knee up, giving him open access to my young cunt.
I began moving his hand on my clit, pressing his fingertips into it.
“Let me help,” I said to him.
He nodded enthusiastically, then let me masturbate myself using his slippery fingers, pressing them into and back and forth on my quivering clit until I was far shakier all over and breathing so hard I was gasping.
“Yes, Tim, yes!” I panted, pushing my crotch out at him. “I'm almost there. Kiss me when I start to come…”
And my orgasm burst within my little 11-year-old pussy while my new boyfriend's fingers manipulated my throbbing clit. The sudden pleasure coursing through me was so intense I was almost seeing stars.
And not the ones overhead.
“I'm coming!” I announced, and Tim suddenly pressed his mouth to mine. “God, I'm coming so much! Fingerfuck me and kiss me, kissme!”
And, our mouths hungrily glued to each other, we squirmed together as one after another rippling wave of indecent pleasure tore through the very center of me. My pussy was alive with shuddering spasms that nearly knocked me out.
“I'm coming,” I kept gasping. “Ohhh God, it feels sogood, so damn good! I love it, it's like my pussy's on fire.
And Tim stayed right with me, squeezing my entire crotch with his hand, his fingers slipping into my cunt even as he managed to stay right at my clit. I groaned directly into his mouth, squirming like a little live wire next to him,
