Teenage sweetheart and Mom

I was 16 she was 15 and we were best of friends. At 15 Sue was a sweetheart. She had long dark hair, big brown eyes, a wide bright smile, and flawless skin. Her slim body was most teen age girls wished to have. Athletic legs, firm tummy, perk maturing breast with puffy youthful nipples, and a petite adolescent rear with a summer tan flawless skin with a hint of delicate blond hair. I have often thought that she set bar that I have measured beauty by and to this day I see a lot of Sue in the woman I have known.


At that young age we would do most everything together having our parents drive us to outings, we had no qualms spending time with our parents and long as we were together. Her parents trusted me with their daughter and perhaps they knew of budding desires. As I look back I believe they knew of Sue and me would be intimate but allowed us to grow. One day that assumption proved true.


Sue and I spent evenings in her parent’s house watching TV, playing games, and just talking in a finished lower split-level room away from the adults. We spent hours together and learned how to care for the other emotionally and sexually. Her parents never check us without giving us warning.


Sue would dress up for me in the summer in a sundress. At that age she had pretty budding breasts with full puffy nipples which were clearly visible. She would never wear a bra, I remember one time she did have one on her mother sent her to her room when I arrived to “get comfortable”. She returned bra-less.


In our private place, I would first kiss Sue with my lips touching one of hers and if seize her attention. Her lips would open as we caress each with ours stimulating the other. We would let our tongues explore the soft lips first tasting the other. In a short time our young desire would turn infatuation as savor each other with our tongue, lips, with taste and touch.


Once in this heat we could kiss for hours and I would survey her neck, ears, and fragrant hair. Her scent was an adoring mixture of lust, sex, and desire. Soon I would remove her dress by lifting it over her head leaving my pubescent beauty bare with just the thin material of her panties made translucent by her wetness. My young penis was continuously hard held at bay by my pants or shorts. By now I would have removed my shirt so I could feel her nipples touch mine letting our skin melt to one.


Our organs pressed together as if we were copulating giving us both pleasure. The form of my cock would press her clitoris bringing us to certain climax. Our bodies are tangled together, our mouth exchanging sensual kiss and fluid, while our organs found relief touching is a memory deeply imprinted in my mind.


As the evening would progress I would move my oral play to her virgin nest ready for my shaft.