My Innocent Friend
I have never understood how pretty girls can think so little of themselves. I’ve met so many, the shy, quiet type. I don’t know why I always fall for the shy quiet types so much, as I’m pretty much the opposite. This all started one day where I went out to the city with a few friends, one of which brought her cousin Grace along. Grace was 14, a year younger than me, and she lived in a boarding house a few kilometres away from the city.
I walked through the tunnel to the place we agreed to meet at. I was early, so I sat and waited for a while, until I saw my friend Ella approach. I got up and went to go meet her. As I approached, I was about to go for a hug, when Grace peeked out from behind her, smiling nervously at the ground. I instantly lost it, my usual confidence flew out the window, “um…hi...I’m Seth; you must be Ella’s cousin.” She smiled, still looking at the ground, and nodded. Just then my friends arrived, drawing the awkward encounter to a close.
As the day drew on, no one payed much attention to Grace, Ella was tall, confident, with the perfect figure, no one gave a second thought about the quiet shy girl who rarely spoke. My friends were the rowdy trouble making types, and soon started to make a scene at the park where we had been walking. I noticed Grace drift off from the group and go towards the lake. I hung back with her, trying to think of something to say to get her talking, when suddenly she broke the silence: “How come you’re with me, shouldn’t you be over there trying to grope my cousin” she said, gesturing over at my friends, who were tickling Ella as she squirmed and squealed. “Actually I prefer mature girls” I admitted, knowing from her shy smile I had said the right thing. We talked for a while, she opened up faster than I expected, and once she got going, she was not so shy anymore.
A few hours had passed, and my friends had left. It was late afternoon, so we decided to get going back to Ella’s house where we were meeting tonight.
“Shit I’m sorry, let me up” I said. She didn’t budge. “Come on!” I cried, not wanting her to feel the growing bulge in my pants. I tried to get up, but the motion only made her grind further into me, making me recoil in pleasure. I looked up and saw a look of mischief and amusement in her eyes, as she kept grinding into me, watching my reaction intently. She looked down and saw my bulge growing. She reached down, under my pants, and pulled out my fully hard cock. I lay there, too stunned to do anything. “Can you show me how to do it?” she asked innocently. I didn’t protest, “Um… just grip with your hand and stroke it” I said sheepishly. She giggled, following my instructions. I moaned with pleasure, glancing up to see her looking pleased.
We opened the back door, and went into Graces room, and we took no time locking lips. She pushed me onto the bed, intent to finish what she started. As she climbed on the bed towards me, I realised how wet she was. I slipped a hand beneath her skirt, parting her soaked panties. Her clit was already swollen, so I began rubbing her, which instantly earned soft moans from Grace. I continued rubbing her swollen clit, and decided to return the favour she had done earlier. I parted her legs wider, and lowered my head towards her moist pussy. She was warm down there, and I worked my tongue around her engorged clit, making her squeal in pleasure. “I…I think I’m going…to have, an…an orgasm” she gasped between moans. She arched her back, and squeezed her legs close, trapping my head. She let out a high pitch moan, squealing from the pleasure, as she had orgasm after orgasm, I could feel her pussy muscles contracting, as she got wetter. She let my head go, falling backwards onto the bed smiling. I could see she was exhausted, so I rose onto my knees, placing my rigid cock between her perfect tits. She pushed them together, while I started thrusting between them.