Robert Jenkins - Tied up and teased

He felt a little guilty for thinking such a thing, but that was the only image that came into his head. He was still dizzy from the feel of her pliant young body against his. His cock grew harder. It pressed uncomfortably against his underwear. He looked down quickly. He hoped that the huge bulge in his crotch was not too evident.

Ellen had seen it all right. She tried to keep her eyes off of the hefty lump, but she found her eyes drawn toward it almost against her will.

Both of the teenagers were swimming in confusion. Neither of them had experienced anything quite like this before. The attraction between them had been instant and chemical. They were responding to their emotions like fully sexual adults, for the first time in their lives. Neither really understood the emotions, but they were happy to follow them all the way.

Ellen blushed. She realized how brazenly she had forced herself on Ricky. She hoped that he didn't think she was slut or anything like that.

Ricky stared at her. It had all happened in a matter of moments. They looked at each other, a bit shyly perhaps, but with strong, evident sexual emotion.

"Hey, what's your name?" asked Ricky.

"Ellen," she said. "You're Ricky."

"How did you know?" he asked in surprise.

"I found out," said Ellen boldly. She was a little ashamed. She was practically admitting to him that she really dug him. She hoped he would understand.

"I don't usually do this," she said.

"Do what?"

"You know, force myself on boys," she said. She looked at the floor and felt her face turn red.

"Oh, I didn't think you did. You know, I'm really glad you came over to me. I had nobody to talk to all this time. You know, I think you really look good," he said.

"I do?" answered Ellen quickly. Her vanity had been appealed to.

"Yeah, really good," he said in a lower voice.

He submitted to his impulse, and smoothed his hand along her stocking-covered thigh. Ellen felt him touch, her. She didn't resist. Instead, she smiled at Ricky, and placed her hand over his. He flushed for a moment, then met her smile with his black, deep eyes.

Ellen felt a thrill like she had never experienced before. Now that she had gotten him going, Ricky was starting to make the moves.

"You sit near me in science," he said to her.

"Urn-hum."

"I wouldn't have normally told you this, but I've been staring at you for a few days," he told her.

"Me too," said Ellen.

Ricky looked at her and grinned. He shook his long hair.

"Do you believe in fantasies?" he asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you think people should live out their fantasies? People are always dreaming about what they'd like to do, but nobody ever really goes through with it. That's what I was thinking about when you came over," he said.

"You mean when you were staring out the window before?"

"Yeah," he giggled. "I didn't know you had noticed."

"I did," she said.

"I was sort of dreaming just then. I was thinking about some of the things that I'd do if I weren't so shy," he said.

As he spoke, he rubbed his hand once again up her thigh. This time he moved his hand higher, going almost to the top of her stocking, the spot where the coarse nylon ended, and her smooth naked flesh began. Ellen squirmed, allowing him to touch where he wanted.

"What would you do?" she asked.

"Lots of things. For one, I'd ask you out tonight. I'd ask you to take a long walk with me, and for you to tell me all the things you always thought about secretly…"

"Sure," she said. "That's not such a strange fantasy."

"You mean you will?"

"Go out with you tonight? I'd like that," bubbled Ellen.

He squeezed her upper thigh. His touch was firm, yet pleasant. Ellen felt a warmth in her young cunt. She was getting really excited. She hadn't thought that he would have really been interested in her. She felt a pride of accomplishment. She had gone after a boy for the first time, and here be was asking her out already.

"That really makes me feel good," he said.

"Me too," she said.

"How about after supper? I mean about seven or eight o'clock."

"That's good. I have to go home first. If I left right after school my mother would worry."

Ricky caressed her legs with his warm, masculine hand. Ellen felt like she was really in the presence of an intelligent man. Ricky was really different. She felt like the other boys she had known were just that – boys. Ricky seemed to be deeper than a boy. She liked that. He was a dreamer. He had something on his mind other than talking about rock groups or sports.

Ellen couldn't help noticing how big Ricky's cock was getting. She had a fantasy too. She wanted to reach down and touch him there. She wanted to feel his male hardness. She'd love to stroke his cock firmly, and feel his prick twitch under her tender manipulations.

Just then, the bell rang. Ricky looked up. She had the feeling that he was snapping back to reality. He gave her thigh a final squeeze, as if to reassure her. She smiled at him, letting him know that she approved.

"I have to go," he said.

"So do I," she answered.

"I really enjoyed talking to you," he said in a husky voice. He was horny, terribly horny. She could tell from looking at his bulging pants front.

With the same impulse that had driven her to sit next to him, Ellen let her hand drop to Ricky's lap. She brushed the back of her hand quickly across his warm, tight, cock-bulge.

For an instant, Ricky looked startled. Surprise after surprise came with this pretty, sexy girl. He arched up, letting her feel the positive pressure of his pelvis.

He reached for her hand and held it tightly, then he brought his lips to hers and gave her a tentative, exploratory kiss.

Ellen's first reaction was to pull back, but she stifled the impulse and opened her warm lips for him. She gave him a lush taste of her hot tongue. He felt her teeth, and her wet, delicious mouth with his probing tongue. She yielded to him readily.

The girl tasted sweet, ripe, sexy. Ricky's mind clouded. He could feel her hand grip his cock tightly. She closed her fingers around the head of his cock, feeling it spasm in quick little jerks. Ellen moved her hand up and down the shaft, feeling him as though there were no doth to hamper her sense of touch.

Finally, flooded with the awareness that they were still in the cafeteria of the school, the two youthful lovers released each other. Ellen looked around, hoping that no one had seen them.

Ricky was in a stupor. He couldn't believe that this was really happening. Ellen smiled, once again assuming her outward show of normalcy.

"Will you really?" he asked. "I mean see me tonight?"

"Of course," said Ellen, not really hearing herself speak.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"On Liberty Street. Number twelve. It's a big red house," she told him.

"I'll be there. At eight," he said.

Ellen got up quickly and raced to the hall, not turning around.

Ellen spent the rest of the day thinking about what would happen with Ricky that night. She was more excited than she could ever remember being. Whenever she closed her eyes, all she could see were scenes of pounding flesh, and heated kissing and tonguing.

She had never been quite so bold with a boy before. She went to her classes in a daze, and she could not wait until they were over.

Finally, the last bell rang, and she got on the bus for home. She was sitting with a whole batch of her friends. Although many of the girls on the bus were fairly attractive, none had quite the fullness of tit, or the poutiness of mouth that Ellen had. Ellen was by the far the best-looking girl on the bus, and she knew it. She held her youthful head high, pleased with herself. She knew that she was the sweetest little number there. After all, it was she who had attracted the new blond boy, not those other silly little tramps.