‘God, it’s hot.’
‘You’re telling me. I thought this summer wasn’t going to be as hot as last?’
Two teens sat opposite each other on a double bed. The sheets were off and the pillow crumpled. The girl, with brown hair and blue eyes, named Zoe, aged fifteen and clad in a stripy pink and white shirt and denim shorts, feet bare, bra strap slipping down her shoulder. The boy, black hair and brown eyes, named Joe, aged fifteen and wearing black jeans and a green shirt, shook his head.
‘Don’t you remember? At the very beginning of January, they predicted this summer was going to be the hottest on record.’
‘Shut up, boffin! You make me look thick.’
‘You’re not thick?’
‘Shut, UP!’
Zoe leant across the bed and grabbed his wrists, pushing him backwards so he lay on his back, her above him, grinning triumphantly.
‘That’s not fair. I wasn’t ready!’
‘Tough shit.’
He pushed his leg up between hers and pulled himself up, shifting sideways to pull her down with him, laying his arms either side so she was trapped. They’d done this since they were kids, playfighting. Thats what happens when you live next door to each other and you’re best friends.
They carried on fighting until finally Joe gave in and lay back, gasping.
‘Beat you, beat you, beaaat you.’
Zoe smiled down at him from her vantage point. Straddling his hips and pulling his arms above his head so he lay flat, Zoe looked every inch the winner. Her face was flushed and her eyes glinted with the joy of winning. Joe on the other hand, was as pale as ever and his hair was messy across his face thanks to Zoe’s hair pulling technique.
‘I let you win, dumbass.’
‘Yeah, but still…’
They fell silent and the air seemed to get cooler. Zoe was suddenly acutely aware of the feel of Joe’s jeans beneath her knickers, zipper gently brushing her clit if she moved back and forth softly, and the way her nipples were hardening beneath her thankfully padded bra and thin shirt. They locked eyes and Zoe shifted down a bit on his crotch. She moved her eyes up and went to pull her other leg across, to get off him, but-
‘Don’t.’
Zoe’s heart beat faster. Joe sat up, so Zoe’s legs were around his hips, crotch against hers, closer. He pulled her towards him and kissed her.
Lips moving together, tongues in each others mouths, Joes right hand slid expertly up her shirt, rubbing her slightly soft stomach (‘Jelly belly!’ she always said) and massaging her nipples between two fingers so they hardened. Zoe broke away and sighed into his neck, moving her groin down on his, moving her hips in circles. Her hand slid inside his jeans, down his boxers, holding his hard cock and moving her hand up and down it. It felt hot and thick, and the head seemed wet. He groaned and pulled her hand away, taking off her shirt, unhooking her bra, sucking on her nipples as she gasped and wriggled around. She wrenched at her skirt button, pulling it off and throwing it on the floor. Her knickers were pulled off by a deft Joe, his hand cupping her damp pussy and fingers sliding in and out, rubbing her clit slightly. He pulled his shirt over his head and the jeans and boxers came off, falling onto the rug.
Zoe watched Joe as he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and looked at them. When he pulled them apart, a string of white goo appeared. He pulled his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. Salty and sweet at the same time. Zoe fell back, sighing. Her spread her legs carefully and moved his lips down towards her by now, sopping wet, gooey pussy. He licked as Zoe moaned and sucked on her tiny clit to gasps of delight. She rubbed her nipples as he worked until finally an intense rush of pleasure and warmth spread through her body, and she shouted out in delight. Her body fell back and Joe spread alongside her, kissing her neck and biting on her collarbones, hands over her breasts. She sat up.
‘Stand up, Joe.’
He did as he was told, cock rising in the air. Zoe looked at it. It was thick, and long, and hard. It was pinky red along the shaft and the head was a purplish shade. She knelt down and began rubbing the shaft to his short gasps, moving up and up, forming her hand into a circle shape to fit round it and rubbing and stroking up and along the length of it. She moved her head close to it and licked the head, once, twice. He groaned.
‘Please, Zoe.’
She opened her mouth and sucked it in. She moved her head up and down on it, looking up at him through her eyelashes. She wrapped her tongue around it and pressed firmly and softly, hand wrapped round the base, massaging his balls and the very base of it. Sucking and licking and kissing until he shuddered and pulled her head off his cock.
They fell back on the bed, Zoe on top of him, wet pussy on his hard cock. Joe leant over and opened his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. He threw it at Zoe, who caught it, unwrapped it and slid it on him as he smiled at her. He shifted and shifted until he was right underneath her entrance. She pulled his cock up a bit to making going in easier, as she hadn’t been on top with any other guys. She then slid her pussy over it, and he gave a final shove up and he was sliding in. He completely filled her space. Zoe rocked up and down on his cock as he moved his hips in unison. Their
moans filled the air as Joe seemed to swell harder and harder and get hotter and hotter inside her. ‘Ah, ah, ah’ Zoe cried out and she moved faster, her juices making Joe’s groin slicker and pressing her clit hard. Joe sucked on her nipples, stroking her bellybutton. She moved one hand back, the other on his stomach, and grabbed his balls, massaging and fingering them, with an almost ticklish sensation. Zoe moaned louder and louder and then with a final rush of pleasure came over and over again on his cock, eyes closed and hips almost vibrating they were going so fast. Joe groaned as he came, biting down on Zoe’s nipples and filling the condom with his cum, squeezing her hips and arse.
Zoe lay on his chest and smiled up at him, the condom on the floor along with their clothes. His eyes were closed and his breathing steady. She looked at his cock, still big even though no longer hard. He opened his eyes and mouth at the same time as Zoe, noth of them saying:
‘We should do that again sometime…’
To be continued.