alone with a boy
When I was sixteen I found myself haphazardly alone with a boy. We were mutually attracted to each other, but we had never spoken of our attraction. But in that moment when we were alone, we gravitated towards each other. We kissed and inevitably our hands began to explore each others body. He felt my breasts and raised my shirt to suckle my nipples all the while my pussy tightened so hard it hurt; I felt moisture shoot out my body and into my pants. My legs failed me as I wanted nothing more than to lay down. Eventually we made our way to bed, but we only explored our mutual nakedness and stimulated our genitals. It was mutual masturbation that satisfied us that night. I pleasured him with touch and sliding satisfaction and he raised me to orgasm by stimulating my clit with rigorous enthusiasm. It was skin flutes and velvet walls that night and nothing more.