What happens when you put two teenagers in the same room with a locked door...?
I was only 15 at the time, and I was going out with a hot guy in my first period class. His name was Alec. We had only been going out for about a week when we started making out on the bed and locking the doors.
It was a colder night and we were wrapped up in his bed sheets. We were cuddling and making out. His mom opened the door only to close it again when she saw we were having our 'private time'. He smiled when she left and continued massaging my tongue with his.
His hand is always on my thigh, but tonight I could tell he wasn't going to stand for that. He slowly moved his hand to the crotch of my jeans and massaged slowly, yet sensually. He smiled during the kiss, and I giggled a response that I don't quite remember.
He pulled away and unzipped my jeans, exposing that I had no underwear on. His eyes bugged out and he gently placed his hands between my pussy lips. He found my clit quickly and rubbed it.
I threw my head back and spread my legs apart. I gasped. He smiled. As he rubbed he unbuttoned my shirt with the other hand. Once unbuttoned he slid the white blouse off my shoulders and onto the bed.
He licked my nipple, biting it gently, and making slow, even circles with his tongue. He took two fingers and plunged them deeply into my pussy, causing me to gasp and buck from the wild, amazing feeling.
His smile widened, showing me his glistening, white teeth. He finger fucked me hard, and took his other hand to rub around my clit.
I gasped and sighed and called his name. I arched my back and screamed. I had orgasmed. I fell back to the bed breathing hard.
'Lisa, you okay babe?' he asked in a soft voice, drying his hands on his sheets.
'Yeah,' I said catching my breath. 'Yeah, I am.'
He caressed my face. 'You orgasmed, didn't you?' He smiled without needing to know the answer. He smiled and kissed my lips gently.
I am now 23, and we have been married for seven months. But every time we have sex it's always the same thing out of him...
'Remember back in ninth grade...'