Baby Got Back

In my mid twenties I had a college age girl friend on whom I had a crush.  We'd made out a little one time before the same day we'd first met but it had been really late and it was awkward and hadn't done much for either of us. After that, I'd still wanted her, but that one time having felt like I'd been kissing my sister (not that I'd ever kissed her like THAT!) I confined my sexual desire for her to my masturbatory fantasies.

Like six month's later, one night we're back at her place and ended up sitting on the edge of her bed, her in front, already changed for bed in just long a t-shirt, me behind, fully dressed, brushing her hair.  She had a a lot of it and it was long and she'd said she needed to brush it before she went to sleep or it would be a tangled mess in the morning so I'd offered to do it for her.  Don't know why, it just seemed the thing to do.

Anyway she's sitting there between my legs, her ass pressed against me, my thighs pressing into hers, and after about a half hour as I'm still brushing (lots of little tangles-she was not kidding!) she's gotten completely relaxed and I asked her if she was falling asleep and she said, no, it just felt nice. Then she asked if I was getting tired of brushing and I said, oh no...I was to busy trying not to get turned-on.

She didn't say anything so I kept brushing and in about another ten minutes I'd pretty much finished. I told her I think I'd gotten all the snarls out and put down the brush and just rested my hands on her hips, before thinking that she probably wanted to disentangle herself from me as soon was I'd finished.  But she didn't make any move to do so.  She straightened up, but didn't get up from where she was sitting between my legs. I reached around her waist and clasped my hands in her lap.  She put her hands on mine but didn't try to take them away. We just sat like that for a minute or so.

"This is nice, just sitting here like this," I said. I hadn't actually meant anything other than just that.

"It is ..." she said, and paused. "But I'm not going to fuck you."

Well, yeah.... Not exactly news to me. No point in even saying it.

"That's OK.  How 'bout I just dry hump you instead?"

"Sure. If you can do it like this, go ahead," she said, sounding a bit sarcastic.

I wasn't serious, fully expecting to her say "Yeah, right. Have a nice wank when you get home," and I thought her response was also not to be taken seriously.

"Hmmm. This is gonna be a little awkward..."

"Too bad, so sad."

"No, it'll work. If you hike up your shirt I can just thrust against your butt."

"Seriously?"What, you weren't?"

"Let go," she said, taking her hands off mine. OK, yeah, enough kidding around. Now, time to head home and jerk-off, I thought, taking my hands off her hips. 

Then, she hiked up her nightshirt. 

"I think you're going to be doing my back, but ... whatever."

She did have a point. The way we were sitting, just the top of her cheeks and butt crack was accessible. I was surprised to see she hadn't any panties on.  It took me a few seconds to get my dick out of my shorts and boxers but I managed to scoot both down a bit to free myself and pulled off my belt. I put my hands on her hips again, this time taking hold as I pressed my already stiffened penis against the small of her back and pushing forward gently, slid it up her spine.  

Yup, missed her ass like, entirely. I thought about repositioning myself, asking her to lean forward so I could put it...and decided that I'd better be content with what I was offered. I pulled back, my dick dropped down and I pushed forward and it slid right up against her back again. 

It actually felt not bad at all. 

"Oh my God."

"What?""You're doing it."

"Well, yeah." 

"Stop..."

Oh, no...

"I'm sorry, I..."

"... no, just a sec, I don't want to get cum in my hair," she said as she gathered her tresses and draped them in front of one of her shoulders. "Go ahead."

I did.  And she sat in front of me and held still as I moved slowly, back and forth, sliding the end of my erection up and down her lower back, again and again, realizing that, yeah, I'm basically masturbating on her. 

OK, it's weird, and she probably thinks I'm weird, but fuck it feels good!

After several minutes I was kind of lost in what I was doing just enjoying the feel of her against me and then wondering how it would feel if I had some lube, and I started to leak a little fluid, and I must have let out a little moan or sigh or something when I was suddenly sliding more easily and the pleasure increased.

"You're getting wet.""Yeah." 

"So, use some spit and make it slippery."

I'd spit in my hand without hesitating and slicked up my head and the top of my shaft and as I moved against her again, oh, fuck, but now it really felt good!  I moaned and tried to pull us tighter together. I moved my hands from her hips to her shoulders and steadying us, began thrusting harder against her, pausing between each stroke and then noticed her own shoulders were moving slightly. I hadn't even realized that her hands had moved down between her legs.  

"What?" she asked.

Maybe because I stopped and she knew that I noticed she moved her hands to her the tops of her thighs.  She leaned forward a little bit moving her hands to her knees.

"Is that better?" she asked.

I scootched tighter against her, just a bit and leaned forward as well, now sandwiching my erection between her back and my belly. I held her a couple of seconds then let go, pulled my t-shirt over my head, spat in my hand and slicked up my erection again, leaned over onto her now all skin on skin, and went to town. I was holding her shoulders again, my chest against her back my chin dropping down on her shoulder and was steadily but somewhat awkwardly, full-out banging away against her.

"I guess so," she said. 

Much better.  So much so that it wasn't long before I wasn't thrusting so much as frantically hunching her, pulling her against me, panting as the awkwardness of our positioning and then her own sudden wriggling and random changes of posture as she must have realized my climax was approaching combined to draw out my ecstasy, then clutching her fiercely and moaning her name as I gave a final hard thrust and exploded on her back, hard, then continuing to thrust slowly and softly in the warm wetness as I rode through my orgasm atop her, her head now dropped, her hair hanging over face, as if she too were weathering the storm of her own climax. 

But she was not orgasming, she was laughing. Not so much at me, not derisively, but at the silliness of our state, my enthusiasm and the intensity of my climax, and, as she'd explained later, the fact that it had taken almost half a year for me to finally to act om my desire to simply get off with her.