Virgin Girl

I suppose the only excuse I’ve got is that I was horny. I can’t say what it was that day that made me so hot. I swear I had a hard-on all day. I even jacked-off that morning, twice, once before getting out of bed and again in the shower. I was so horny that even though she wasn’t my type, she was a bit younger than I normally go for, too skinny and she barely had any tits, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that I didn’t even think she was really that cute. In fact, when I first saw her I thought she was a boy. Yet, when I noticed how she was looking at me, when I saw the puppy-love in her eyes, my cock throbbed. Lust took over and, for some reason, I just had to have her. Hell, I figured she’d be better than jacking-off yet again.

She was all over me the minute I started talking to her. Looking back, I realize she didn’t have any idea what she was getting herself into. I’m sure that if she had a clue as to what I was going to do to her, she’d never have come to my room with me. But she did. All it took was a couple kisses and a few dishonest compliments to get her to follow me upstairs. She was a horrible kisser, but I didn’t care. Up in my room, we sat on my bed and kissed some more. That’s when she told me that she’d never been kissed before. Well, let me tell you that made my cock throb. Not because it was her first kiss, but I realized that if she’d never been kissed before, surely she’d never been screwed. It didn’t even cross my mind that she might be a virgin, though as young as she was I shouldn’t have been surprised.

It was actually sort of cute, the way she blushed and got all nervous when I started rubbing her barely-there tits through her t-shirt. I thought she was going to try to stop my pawing hand, so I kissed her a bit harder and shoved my tongue into her mouth, then started pinching her tiny, little nipples. Her whines were muffled by my kiss and she started to wiggle, but I kept my arm around her, my face tight against hers, as my hand went from one little titty to the other. I took a bit more time than I might have playing with the mosquito-bites on her chest through her shirt. For some reason, the way she whined and tried to cry-out over my sloppy, deep kiss, and the way she wiggled in my arms, like she was trying to get away from me, yet pushing herself against me at the same time, was making me hotter and hotter.

I stopped kissing her before I started reaching up inside her shirt and looking her right in the eyes, I silently dared her to try and stop me. Her eyes were wide and there was a pink tinge to the smooth skin around her mouth from where my scratchy stubble had been rubbing while I kissed her. Her eyes went wider and she let out a little squeak when my big hand found her little tit. They went even wider yet, and the squeak she made was even louder when I found her tiny nipple and gave it a skin-to-skin pinch.

With my hand up her shirt, moving back and forth between her teeny-weeny tits, I asked her a couple questions, wanting to know exactly what I was dealing with. “So, if this was the first time you’ve been kissed, is it also the first time anyone’s played with your tits?” Her face got even redder and she nodded. I gave her nipple a quick, sharp tweak. She responded with a high-pitched yelp. Then my hand moved down her tummy and came to rest in her crotch. I couldn’t believe that her eyes got even wider, but they did. I could feel her warmth through her shorts and I gave her mound a little squeeze. I don’t know if I can describe the sound she made then – part whine, part moan and maybe part gasp. “Has any boy ever touched you here before?” She shook her head a bit and I almost thought tears were going to start flowing from her eyes.

I started gently rubbing her crotch through her shorts, feeling her body twitch and wiggle in my grasp. Her head drooped, so that we weren’t looking eye to eye anymore, as her wriggling and her cute groans intensified. I swear I could feel her crotch getting hotter and, was it my imagination or was I also feeling moisture emanating from between her legs too. “You ever played with a boy’s dick before?” She shook her head and mumbled something that sounded negative. “Even seen one, up close?” She responded in a quavering, soft voice, “Only my little brother’s when I used to give him baths.” My cock was so hard and throbbing so much it was painful. I knew I’d have to get it out of my pants soon, otherwise I might just cream my jeans. But, I didn’t want to freak her out too badly. Not just yet anyway. If she was telling the truth (and by the way she was acting, I’m sure she was), I was sure that seeing my thick, throbbing eight-inches would scare the shit out of her.

Now, normally I’m not a patient man. Especially back then and especially when I was all horned-up like I was. Yet, I didn’t want to rush this. Who knew if I’d ever get myself another young, blushing virgin and I wanted to make this encounter as memorable as possible. So against everything my body was telling me, I took my time. I moved my hand from her hot crotch, back to her tiny tits and I kissed her some more. I loved feeling her grunt and groan into my mouth as I tweaked and pinched her little nipples. After a bit, my hand went south again, only this time I slid my hand inside her shorts.

Fuck, she was hot. And I was right, I had felt moisture through her clothes – she was getting wet for me. I went as slowly as I possibly could, stopping a moment and running my fingers through her scant bush, which felt more like cotton fluff, than like pubic-hair. She started wiggling more and her cute, little sounds came higher-pitched. I pushed down her pants a bit more, feeling her moist mound, and she let me know when I’d finally gotten to her pussy.