- I love these final moments
- I love these final moments – 2
“I love these final moments” Part-2 Continues…..
I sighed delightedly as Maria began sucking my cock hungrily. “Go on…” she slurred.
“So anyway…she was already waiting for me behind the tree when I got there. She had taken off her top, her cute little boobs totally bare, nipples rock hard and waiting for me when I came around and found her. I doubt seriously that anyone actually fucked behind that tree, though there were claims by a few who said they did. I know we were scared that we’d still be discovered, even with it being after school. So I’m sure that a majority of those who claimed they had, were simple exaggerations as well.
But Rose and I were determined at least to do something, and that came in the form of me getting her off, simply by playing with her breasts, which I did. I sucked them, played with her nipples, pulling on them just the way she liked until she came. And as I would learn later, I knew she had, simply by the way her face screwed up whenever she did, whether it was simply by breast-play, or when I eventually went down on her, and even fucked her for the first time the night we actually graduated. But I’ll save that story for another time,
” I said smiling. “Point being…after that, wherever, and whenever we could over the course of the next few weeks, I was constantly getting Rose off, just by playing with her tits whenever we could get away with it.”
“Well don’t stop now…or I will!” Maria warned me. “What happened next?”
“Well, we got braver and bolder as the days went. Though since Rose hardly ever wore a bra by now, that made it a whole lot easier for us. The fact her nipples seemed to get even more sensitive, making it easier for her to actually climax, and far more quickly too, we’d started doing things almost right out in the open in fact.
As we often did, I had walked her to her next to last class, my own just across the hall from hers, we always had a few minutes to chat before the bell rang, so once again, as usual, we were standing there leaning up against the lockers as some of the others in our classes walked by. We were standing in such a way that we were shielding what my hand was doing to her with our books. I was just fingering her nipple,
through her blouse in fact, though enjoying the fact it was fucking rock hard, flicking it back and forth, grazing it with my fingernail when she came. For a moment, I thought she was going to pass out, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head, reaching out to steady herself, grabbing onto my arm as she climaxed. Which is when Miss Peterson, her teacher walked by heading towards the class. She saw the look on Rose’s face, stopped to ask if she was alright as she looked ill, about to pass out.
It was all we could do to keep from laughing, though Rose did in fact feign being “dizzy” after that, which she was…but not for the reason Miss Peterson thought of course. She then asked if I’d take Rose down to the nurses office and have her looked at. Which I did. I gave her another orgasm while sitting in the office waiting for the nurse to come out and see her. Like I said, we started doing some pretty risky things then, disappearing into one classroom or another between our own classes.
Sometimes…if we had time, Rose would jerk me off. She loved having me cum on her tits, which very often made her cum again, just thinking about my sticky wet spunk clinging to her boobs. After that happened the first couple of times, I started calling her “Breastgasm” since she seemed to be able to have an orgasm almost at the drop of a hat, or rather…at the merest, slightest touch of my hands on her tits. It was almost automatic with her after that.”
“So what happened that caused the two of you to break up?” My wife asked.
“Well that really is the weird and sad part of the story. As I told you, Rose and I had already decided we were going to give one another our virginity on graduation night. We’d been talking about it, and planning it for the past couple of weeks. I’d actually booked a nice room at a nearby hotel, though I wasn’t the only one who had done that either. Once again, it was something a lot of seniors did,
getting rooms under the pretense of not driving home drunk, which everyone’s parents knew we would be. And completely ignoring, or overlooking the obvious. Such was the way of things back then. Anyway, we made a mistake, got caught…though at the time, neither one of us knew it, not until the very next day, during the dance. And even then, Rose didn’t let on anything until much later that evening, after we’d actually had sex for the very first time together. It was the first… and last time we ever did.”
“Go on,” My wife said, completely forgetting all about my cock now, though she still held it in her hand. “What happened then?”
“We were both horny…and careless, thinking about the following night. I’d gone to help Rose with the last of the decorations in the gym prior to the dance. We had decided to have one of our “breast quickies” and ducked out, thinking we’d be alone and unnoticed as we slipped into the girl’s locker room, back into the shower area. Obviously, no one was in there, and certainly not in the showers, so we thought we were perfectly safe. Unbeknownst to either one of us, John, Danny, Jake and Matthew had seen us duck out, and soon after,
followed us inside. They all watched as I stood there sucking on Rose’s tits, watched as she climaxed, and then climaxed again…and again…and, again! They knew then, I’d been telling them the truth the first time when I first told them she could, and did actually climax that way.
They left before we did, so at first, neither one of us knew they had seen us. We went back to the gym, and I soon after left as Rose was going home with one of the other girls as soon as they finished up. John was waiting for her out in the parking lot when they came out. He then told her what I had told all of them so very long ago. How she could cum simply by having her boobs played with.
He didn’t tell her they’d actually watched us doing that either. As far as she knew, I’d been bragging all along, telling all my friends everything we’d done and had been doing. He then clinched it by telling her I had in fact just told him a short while ago, how we’d gone into the shower room together, and how I’d gotten her off then too.”
“And yet the two of you still went to the dance, and even fucked afterwards that evening?” My wife asked incredulously.
“Yeah, we did. Like I said, that was the weird part. Rose never let on just how upset and mad at me that she was. But…oddly enough, she also didn’t want things to end between us, until we actually had made love together, at least once anyway. So that’s what happened.