Discovery of Dry Humping

When I was 15 in high school in suburban Vancouver, a girl who rode the same school bus as me started sitting with me in study hall. I was a little surprised as she was quite pretty, extremely stuck-up, and frankly a bit of a hard-nosed bitch. Then she started to sit beside me on the school bus and actually be nice to me.

Finally, one memorable day when we got off the bus and walked to the intersection from where we walked home (me, 99 percent of the time straight to the bathroom beside my bedroom where I’d jerk off a wet, creamy load), Wendy told me her mom had just started a part-time job and we’d be alone if we went to her house. I went along with her, still not believing this snobby bitch wanted anything to do with me.

We went into the living room and sat down on the couch. We started clumsily French kissing and Wendy suddenly got herself on top of my legs and subtly started pushing her jeans covered crotch against my thigh. My cock got so hard that it ached inside my underwear. After a couple minutes of this, Wendy breathlessly said we should go to her room.

She told me to take off my clothes, but to leave my underwear on because we weren’t going to fuck. I did so while she went into the bathroom to undress herself and lay on the bed, my cock dripping pre-cum in anticipation while I gently stroked myself. Wendy came into the room, with some quite sexy white panties on through which I could make out a bountiful bush, and her good-sized 15-year-old tits jiggling. She had big, pink, puffy nipples, rather than the pointers I usually saw in porn mags.

I pulled my underwear back up and she lay down beside me where I felt her up while we resumed our slashing tongue kissing. I dropped my head a bit and sucked those puffies. They didn’t harden but Wendy was softly moaning and shaking her head from side to side. Then she guided my hand to her crotch. I cupped it through her panties and could feel the heat of her cunt. I slid my hand into her panties and started stroking her meaty, wet cunt lips, occasionally, almost accidentally, rubbing her clit.

Suddenly she pushed me onto my back and mounted me, humping her pantied cunt against the rock-hard cock in my underwear. She really went to town, eyes closed, titties flopping, and quickly orgasmed with a low, drawn-out moan. She lay down and said I could “rub off” against her. I  pulled my underwear to mid-thigh, got on top of her, grabbed her sweet ass and started thrusting against her still-covered mons. I felt my cum-filled balls pressing against her plentiful pubic hair and lost what control I had. After a few seconds I came like a horse, spurting ropes of cum over her belly and tits, telling her through clenched jaws how fucking good it felt. The orgasm seemed to last forever. Then we cleaned up, got dressed, and I went home where, naturally enough, I immediately masturbated.

We kept this up a couple times a week (we both were active in high-school sports at the time) until Wendy’s mom quit her job and I resumed my previous inconsequential role in Wendy’s life. Further masturbation with girls awaited my future friendship with Alison, the pastor’s daughter.