Ron Taylor - High school hot pants

"I wonder how it was for Jill," I said half-aloud as I got into the mini. Well, I should know by tomorrow or the next day, if I could just wait that long for the mail to get here. And would I have a story to send her!!

With the mini I wore a loose silk shirt decorated with the faces of old time movie stars. No bra, of course. I like my boobs to hang as loose as a goose. It took a fight with Mom and Daddy to establish my constitutional right to do just that, but I had to make some compromises for family peace and quiet. Like, nothing sheer and nothing which clung tightly enough to display the points of my nipples. Well, it was a small price to pay for freedom. I left the shirt half-unbuttoned. From his high posture Rocky couldn't help but look down into my cleavage every time he looked down.

When I went into the living room Daddy was talking sports with Rocky. Both of them were agreed that Albany High should have a great basketball season this fall, especially with Rocky on the team. Daddy seemed to like him, and he barely looked at the way I was dressed. Usually he'd have been throwing a shit fit because the tail of the mini doesn't quite cover the crotchstrip of whatever panties I wear under it, but I guess he figured it wouldn't matter if I was with a sports star and all-American boy. "If you're ready," I said to my date, smiling and beaming and aglow with excitement. He was ready, but he couldn't have been as ready as was. Not by half. Despite the talcum powder I'd used, my crotch was damp with longing, and the swish of my legs as I walked was about to drive me batty. I felt like throwing him down on the hallway floor and doing the deed without leaving the house.

It was just starting to get dark outside which meant that it must have been about 8:30. "What would you like to do?" Rocky asked as we walked down the street holding hands.

"What did you have in mind?" I countered.

"Well, I thought maybe you'd like to stop by the Burger Castle and get something to eat, then maybe drop down to the movies? Have you seen All the President's Men yet?"

"Hmmmmm," I purred, fully await that Rocky was following my plan to the letter. His voice spoke to me, but his eyes were talking to my unbuttoned shirt and the creamy round inner breast curves exposed at the top. "Well, gee," I went on, "I don't think the movie lets out till 11:45, does it? And I have to be home by midnight, so if you were planning on trying anything, it wouldn't leave you very much time, would it?"

I said it all so matter-of-factly that I don't think he caught the grasp for a minute or two. "Oh," he finally said, his eyes brightening, his lips curling into a big, happy smile.

We went to the Burger Castle, of course, because he was a growing boy and he needed frequent injections of food to keep his motor running… I had a Coke and salad, and I watched him put away six hamburgers and two orders of French fries, plus a super-jumbo milkshake, and when we left he was looking so hungrily at the illustrated menu on the wall that I wondered if be was more interested in food or fucking. But I got him out the door, and we started for the obvious place, Albany's own lover's lane.

Actually, it's the cemetery behind the old Presbyterian Church. And it felt funny as hell to be invading the place with the purpose I had in mind, but I reasoned that the people buried there weren't in any condition to raise a ruckus about our activities. It's secluded, with hundreds of trees surrounding the graveyard on three sides, and no one can see it from the road or from the rather few houses in that part of the town, and it's kinda traditional for make out artists to head up to the cemetery to do their numbers. It was the only place we had, besides, and it would just have to do. And, best of all, let Jill try to top this one! She was gonna – damn it, she probably had already – gotten laid on the beach, but, what was the beach compared to an honest-to-God cemetery with tombstones and everything?

It was romantic because the night was so warm and moonlit. I suppose that if it had been raining and thundering, with flashes of lightning jagged across the sky and a lone dog howling somewhere in the background, I'd have been scared shitless, just like at a Frankenstein movie. But the moonbeams spread a blanket of soft light over the grass between a pair of old, established graves, and the ground was slightly kissed by evening dew when Rocky laid me out, himself beside me, and we started to roll and kiss and feel everything there was to feel.

"Hmmmmmm was all I could manage to say as I sucked on his tongue. He had my partially unbuttoned shirt fully undone by then, and his fingers were pinching the hell out of my eager nipples. I hummed and purred around his tongue and cuddled just a little closer. Close enough to feel the thick stabbing length of the hard-on in his pants. He was up good and big and savage, and I put my hand on his crotch to verify it once again. Oh, yeah! I thought. Jill couldn't have gotten anything better than I was on the verge of getting. When she came home from her vacation, let's just see who had the best stories to tell!"

"Oooh, don't stop now," I gasped as Rocky undid the whole front of my shirt and spread it wide to bare my breasts. The moon went behind a cloud just as he undressed me, and I doubt if he really got a chance to see how attractive my nipples are. But that didn't stop him from getting a warm, loving mouthful of each. His teeth gnawed at my soft titties, and his tongue rolled in frantic circles around the nips, and I twisted myself this way and that, thrusting each boob into his mouth in turn.

He was quite obviously experienced in the ways to light a girl's fires. Of course, high school and junior high school jocks tend to get more than their fair share of pussy in the first place. What girl can resist a trim, well-made body and a sexy letter jacket? I hadn't been able to, apparently. And I didn't seem to mind as he showed my tits what suckling was all about.

"Yeah, right there – lick my nipple again, plea! Ooh, right on!" Me talking of course. I was lying there in my teen-aged glory, getting the hell sucked out of my tits, running my fingers through and through my shag-clipped hair so that even my scalp tingled in time with the rest of my body as his tit nursing really got to me where I lived.

Something excruciatingly warm and rigid brushed insistently on the flesh of my stockingless thigh, and I went "MM?" in curiosity. With one hand I reached down to touch it, to identify it. Somehow Rocky had managed to unzip his pants and get his cock out while he was taking care of my breasts, and my fingers locked around the superb pole of his manhood. Locked and squeezed in delighted, improvised response. If the groping of my hand was any sure sign, it wasn't exactly as big as the one belonging to Jill's new found friend, Kerry, but it certainly felt big enough and hard enough for me, my first time out.

"Ooohh, you feel so good," I gushed. "Isn't this better than All the President's Men?" Treasonous words indeed, the way I felt about Robert Redford, not to mention Dustin Hoffman, but neither of those particular dudes was stretched out with me on the dewy grass in the old Presbyterian Cemetery that particular evening, so as far as I was concerned it was a hell of a lot better way to kill time.

"Sure is," Rocky groaned, unclamping his mouth from my tit. "Now it's your turn." And with that he pulled himself up, even as he pulled my head downward, toward that big lance jutting out of his undone fly.

His cock bumped me on the forehead, in the eye, and on the mouth before I steadied it with my hand. "Go ahead and suck it," he invited, and he kept shaving it at my face. Well, I thought, Jill had done it, and she'd done it perfectly her first time at bat. I could do no worse than try.

"Let me have it," I teased him, and while my lips were still parted, he let me have it all right, shoving that dick into my mouth so deeply I thought I'd gag and barf all over him. The tab of his fly scratched my chin when he made his thing twist and lurch in me, and I had to swallow hard, afraid I'd really overstepped myself.