Right now, her body was squirming on the couch. She felt the heat from Wayne's body, and his breath was puffing hotly on her face, which only turned her on more.
She bit her tongue, waiting for him to ask her to fuck him. She was sure that's what he would do.
'Well, I want to thank you for the Coke!' Wayne said, picking it up off the coffee table, and drinking it with thirsty gulps that Cathy could hear.
Again, the sound turned her on, just like the heat from his body, the bulge in his pants, and the sound of his breathing turned her on.
Cathy felt as if she were on fire. She wanted Wayne in the worst possible way. She wanted Wayne so bad that her cunt ached.
As a matter of fact, Cathy's cunt ached so badly, that she would have taken anyone at that moment who had a cock which could pop her cherry!
'Oh, come off it, Wayne!' she exclaimed, getting irritated as her nerves screamed for release from the tension which had built in her young ardent body. Her pussy was creaming so badly, that her panties were soaked clear through. The sticky fluid was coating the inner flesh of her trembling thighs. She spread them slightly, trying to cool off her cunt a little. She didn't want to turn Wayne off.
'What do you mean?' Wayne asked, getting a little edgy himself.
'That's not a question,' she said. She turned to him and gave him her brightest smile, and sipped her Coke again, running her tongue sexily over the rim of the glass.
'The Coke's good, huh?' she said.
'Yeah,' Wayne said. 'Best Coke I ever had.'
'Thank you,' Cathy said, squirming again.
Now her clitoris was jangling with some very hot emotions. Cathy was afraid she would come before Wayne got around to popping the questionand her cherry shortly thereafter.
Wayne was getting embarrassed by his hard-on. Cathy noticed that he winced when he crossed his leg, trying to hide it.
'Oh, excuse me. I-I wanted to know if I could kiss you.'
Cathy feigned surprise, even though it was killing her, and looked at him with her jaw slack.
'Oh!' Wayne exclaimed, seeing the look of astonishment. 'I only meant …only if you wanted to kiss me.'
'Why do you want to kiss me, Wayne?'
'Because you're so pretty,' Wayne said, his voice getting guttural.
'I've been looking at you all year. You're really…well…!'
Cathy saw his Adam's apple move as he gulped again with nervousness.
With enormous calculation Cathy put her hand on Wayne's knee.
'Well,' she said, looking down, fluttering her eye lashes, and trying to act demure. 'Well, if you want to!'
'Oh, I do!' Wayne said. His hand came out timidly and touched Cathy's dimpled knee. Cathy almost jumped when she felt Wayne's hand on her knee. She wanted to throw herself on him.
But she held back, remembering what her brother said.
Wayne kept his hand on her knee for what seemed to Cathy like hours.
She wanted him to reach out and kiss her, but Wayne seemed far from ready to kiss her.
He sure acted shy for someone who was known as the class stud!
Maybe he just acted that way with strange girls. Maybe, Cathy thought, she should take the ball in her own hands, and call the shots.
She looked up at him, and slowly leaned forward. She aimed for his mouth, and then decided that maybe that wouldn't be the right thing to do-too brazen!
She kissed him slightly to the left of the corner of his mouth, softly.
The very touch of her lips on his inflamed her further.
Wayne's mouth moved closer to Cathy's, until his lips were about half covering hers. Cathy liked the kiss, but that wasn't all that she wanted.
She felt Wayne's hand begin to slip up from her knee, and caress her thigh. She decided to follow suit.
She brought her hand up softly, until it was within inches of his burgeoning cock. She could almost feel the heat of it, as she raised her hand as close to his meat as she dared without actually touching it.
'Oh, Cathy…' Wayne moaned, his voice trembling with passion.
'What?' Cathy asked, wanting him to get the messing around over with!
She had to have his cock.
'Can I…?'
'Can you what?'
'Can I touch you?'
'Oh, yes, Wayne, honey, touch me!' Cathy breathed.
Very slowly, with maddening lack of haste, Wayne's hand moved up over Cathy's thigh until she felt his hand cupping her muff. His touch was so light that she could barely feel his hand, but the warmth from his palm was devastating.
'Oh, Wayne,' she said, encouraging him, 'that feels so good!'
'Oh, yes, Cathy,' Wayne responded. She felt his finger starting to rub up and down over the soggy mess of her panties.
He looked at her, his eyes lust-bright.
'You-you…!' He gulped again.
'What, Wayne?' Cathy asked, her voice acquiring an edge of annoyance in it.
'You can touch me if you want.'
She then felt his cock through his pants. It was big and hot and she felt it throbbing. She couldn't stand it one more minute. She didn't care what kind of a hussy he thought she was.
She had to touch his prick.
She pulled his zipper down. Then she reached in, and fumbled around.
Wayne gasped, and his hand tightened as it pressed against her muff.
She felt his fingers prying into her waist band. Then she felt the erotic pleasure of his fingers against her bare wet pussy.
Cathy's hand made contact with Wayne's raging rod, and she gasped. It seemed to be so thick and hard- thicker and harder than her father's or Jimmy's.
She pulled it out of its cotton prison, and looked at it. It was big all right, but it turned out to be not as big as Jimmy's and her father's.
It was do or die for Cathy. She felt her need for cock build in her body until she was shaking like a leaf.
Wayne was moaning and groaning furiously. He started to rub up and down on her pussy furiously, and then his mouth sought hers again.
This time he stuck his tongue in her mouth. Cathy sucked on it, feeling her pussy cream pour in thick warm streams from her very tight love tunnel.
Taking the bull by the horns, she looked up at Wayne.
'Ohhh, I want you to stick that thing up my pussy. It's been wanting a dick for a long time, and now I've got my chance. Please, Wayne!'
Wayne gasped at the boldness of the girl. He appeared not to know exactly what to do. But her words had the desired effect on his dick.
As Cathy held it in her soft, teenaged hand, she felt the throbbing in it increase until it felt like a tom-tom against her flesh.
Cathy leaned backward. Wayne leaned forward, trying to keep contact with her lush, hot body. She threw one leg up on the sofa, leaving her twat more open to the stimulation of Wayne's hand, still dabbling in her pussy.
She pushed his pecker against her soggy pants, and Wayne grunted.
'You gotta take them off!' he gasped.
'What?'
'You gotta take your panties off!'
'Oh, I forgot. See how excited you made me?'
Cathy arched her hips upward, while Wayne inserted his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and then
