The Girl Next Door - a Dry-Hump Session

During my last year in high school, a family moved in next door to us.  They had two children, a girl named Debra, who preferred to be called Deb and her younger brother. Deb was a couple months older than me, but we were in the same grade in school, and had a lot of classes together.  She was nice looking and had a good body, but wasn’t  the hottest girl in school.  She and I went out a couple of times, but nothing really progressed between us.  Her parents were kind of strict, and although we made out some during our dates, she would never let me get my hands under her shirt or down her pants.  If I tried to get too pushy even just feeling her boobs, she would grab my hand and push it away.  Even with that, she and I stayed friends through the school year, and each dated others.  She was a nice person, and fun to be around. Just after we graduated, her dad got a job in another town a couple of hours away, and they packed up to move.  Her dad paid me a few bucks to help them load up a U-haul trailer, but they couldn’t get everything they had in it.  It was about mid-morning when her parents and younger brother took off to take the load to the new house, and left Deb to get the rest of the household goods ready for when they returned. Deb asked if I would help her get the last of the stuff together, and said if I’d go get a couple of burgers for lunch, she would pay for them, and then we could sit and watch some TV while we waited for her family to get back.  Sounded good to me, and that’s what we did.  There wasn’t much left to pack, and we shortly had the boxes ready.  All that was left was just the boxes and a portable TV with no furniture to sit on, so Deb and I sat cross-legged on the carpet and had a sort of picnic there in the living room, watching TV. It would be several hours before her family got back for the final load, so we just sat there chatting about things. Deb was wearing a pair of cut-off shorts that showed off her nice legs, and a baggy sweatshirt that really didn’t reveal anything up top.  I was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt.  She was sitting there beside me, and with a smile said “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out better when we were dating.”  “Yeah, me too,” I said.  “But that’s OK; I’m glad that we got to know each other.” Deb said that she just wasn’t ready to get too serious in high school, that she knew they’d probably be moving again.  Her dad was a radio announcer/DJ at the local station, and those kinds of jobs just didn’t last long in smaller towns.  But once she was in college and away from home, she said then she’d be ready to get serious. Deb straightened out her legs, and scooted closer to me, putting her left leg up against my right leg, and kind of leaned over against me, and put her head on my shoulder.  I put my arm around her waist, and pulled us together a bit more.  Deb slowly started bending her left leg at the knee a couple of inches, causing it to kind of stroke my thigh.  I wasn’t expecting that, and it started making my cock grow. She looked up at me with a smile, and said “We’ve got a couple of hours alone, let’s have a little fun.”  She kissed me, and kept rubbing her leg against mine. I reached across with my left hand, and slowly rubbed her leg below her shorts.  She didn’t object to that, and we continued making out.  I thought I’d see if I could move my hand up under her sweatshirt, but when I tried that, Deb kind of cleared her throat and pushed my hand down.  I was wondering what kind of mixed signals I was getting, and put my hand back on her leg. We kept kissing for a few more minutes, and I could tell by her reactions with her tongue that she was getting pretty turned on, so I thought I’d try again, and put my hand on her tits outside of her sweater.  No objection from her, so I kept rubbing and feeling her tits.  Deb got more aggressive, and put her right hand between my legs, rubbing my inner thigh and causing my already hard cock to get even harder.  It was getting painful, because it was tucked downward along my leg and needed to bend a different way.  I broke off and said that I needed to rearrange myself.  Deb just sat there smiling at me while I lay back on the floor so that I could reach down inside my pants and get my cock straightened out.  When I pulled my hand out of my pants, before I could sit up again, Deb moved over so that she could lay beside me, partly on top of me, with her right leg in between both of my legs, and started kissing me again. I reached down with both of my hands and started rubbing her firm ass through her shorts. That got her more turned on, and she started rubbing her crotch harder against my right leg.  I moved a bit so that I could run my hand up and down the back of her thigh and she really seemed to enjoy that. After a few mintues, Deb didn’t object when I reached up under her sweatshirt and made contact with her bra and the top of her tits.  I began gently rubbing her hardening nipples with my hand, and she started moaning and kissing me harder.  Then she reached down with her right hand and very lightly stroked my hard cock, while still rubbing her covered pussy against my thigh. I tried to pull up her sweatshirt, hoping to take it off and get a look at her breasts, but she said “No, please don’t.”  I tried reaching back with both hands under her sweatshirt to unsnap her bra, and got the same “No, please don’t.”  So I went back to rubbing her tits from the front and keeping her aroused.  She smelled nice with a shampoo scent in her hair and a light perfume, mixed with a bit of sweat from packing boxes and loading the U-haul.  I was definitely staying aroused.  We kept that up for 30 minutes or so, both staying aroused to the point that I was getting a case of blue-balls.  I kept working her tits with one hand, rubbing her ass with the other, stroking her leg when I could, and trying to get my hand down to her crotch from the backside of her shorts.  I tried to reach into her shorts from the front, and she gave me that “No, please don’t” again. I kept up my fondling of every part that she would let me touch, and our kissing got more heated.  I raised up my right leg as much as I could, putting more pressure against her crotch with my thigh.  She started grinding her crotch harder against me, clamping her legs tighter on mine.  Deb was really getting turned on. I moved both of my hands up under her sweatshirt, and managed to pull the front of it up enough that I should see her bra and breasts, and I finally got the top of the bra cups pulled down enough that I could lightly pinch and push on her nipples out in the open.  Deb was humping my leg harder.  She had her back arched, pushing her tits toward me and had her eyes closed, just enjoying the moment.  I reached around behind her and unsnapped her bra, and she didn't object.  I moved my hands back to her tits and kept working at them. She continued running her crotch up and down my lege, getting faster and faster. A few more nipple pinches from me, and she began having an orgasm, moaning and clamping her legs even tighter on my right thigh, and she rubbed her pussy so hard on my leg that I could feel the friction heat from her shorts rubbing on my blue jeans. After a couple of minutes with Deb having several orgasmic spasms and then relaxing, sheopened her eyes, smiled at me, and laid down on top of me again, putting her head on my shoulder and snuggling, while keeping her legs tight around mine. And there I am, my cock hard and my balls hurting, wondering how I was going to get some relief.  A minute or so later, she raised her head and smiled at me, and put her hand on my cock.  I flinched a bit, and Deb said “Am I hurting you?” “Not exactly,” I replied.  “But if something doesn’t happen to me like it did to you, I’m not sure that I’ll be able to walk for a couple of hours.” Deb kept that smile, and said “Well, let’s do that again, and I’ll make sure it works out for you.”  She grabbed my hands and put them back on her tits, kissing me, and started humping herself back on my leg again.  She put her hand on my cock outside my jeans, and started rubbing it more than she had been earlier.  As I started getting even more turned on, she moved up a bit so that she could push on my cock with her thigh as she kept grinding her own crotch on my leg.  She put her hand down between us, and started rubbing the end of my cock with her hand while the rest of it was getting rubbed by her leg. She’s doing that to me and I’m keeping on playing with her nipples with both hands.  I was getting close, so I said “Deb, I’m about to cum.  Don’t stop, please.”  That made her stroke me faster, and she pushed her crotch on my leg even harder.  I started cumming, pitching my crotch up to the point that I almost threw her off of me, and that caused my thigh to push even harder into her crotch.  Deb had another orgasm, clamping her legs so hard on my thigh that it was almost painful.  We both had several climax spasms, and then she grabbed me and kissed me hard, running her tongue deep into my mouth, pushed her pussy hard against me again and had yet another small orgasm. We laid there for several more minutes, stroking each other gently.  Deb had a large wet spot soaking through her panties and shorts, and after her orgasm I could smell a nice musky sex aroma coming from her that mixed well with the shampoo and perfume that I smelled earlier.  She didn't object when I rubbed her pussy gently from the outside of her shorts, but she wouldn't let me put my finger in under them. She asked, “Are you better now?  Is the pain gone?”  I chuckled and said “It’s all good now.”  After a few seconds, I said “The only thing that would make it better is if we didn’t have all these clothes between us.”  Deb laughed a bit, and said “I’m not giving away all my secrets.”  She sat up, reached back and re-snapped her bra, giving me a final look at her nice titties before covering them back up with her bra cups and pulling down her sweatshirt again. I just lay there, smiling up at her.  She reached over to rub my cock a little bit, and noticed the big wet spot at the top of my pants.  “Did I cause that?” she chuckled.  I said “You damn sure did.  And it was great!”  I stood up and went to the bathroom, and tried to get most of the cum wiped off with tissue paper, but by that time it was a lost cause.  My underwear and blue jeans had soaked up most of it. I went back to the living room, and Deb and I lay back down and fondled each other a bit, and just chatted about things.  Deb went into the kitchen and found a pack of oatmeal cookies and a couple of Cokes, so we just sat there and munched and watched TV some more.  I asked Deb what brought this on today.  “Well, I’ve never gone this far with a guy before.  I’ve read a lot about sex and orgasms, and I’ve had a lot of orgasms from playing with myself, but I’ve never had one with another person, and wondered what it would be like.  But I’m not ready to do anything more yet.  Today, with my family away for several hours, and just you and me here, I figured this would be a good time to try it.  And I couldn’t believe how much better it is.  How about you?  Have you had an orgasm with someone else?” I told her that I did have sex with one girl that I had dated before, and that a couple of times I fingered her until she climaxed and she would do the same to me, before we finally had full sex.  I told Deb that I mostly masturbated when I needed to cum.  I tried to get her to show me how she played with herself, but she wouldn’t go for it.  Anyway, her family was due back fairly soon.  The weather was nice enough that I opened several windows to get some fresh air in the house, hoping that there wasn’t some sex smell lingering on.  In about an hour, her family got back with the empty truck, and we started loading up again.  I helped them with the final stuff.  I was worried that the front of my pants would show that something different had gone on, but it had dried up enough that nothing was noticeable.  Deb’s dad gave me another $20 for staying there with Deb to get the stuff ready for loading.  I tried to refuse it, but he wouldn’t hear of it, telling me that I was a lot of help to them.  And there Deb was, standing behind him and grinning and winking at me.  Then they all said their goodbyes.  Deb’s dad shook my hand and said that he wished all the guys Deb’s age were as nice as I was.  Deb’s mom gave me a big hug, and then Deb came over and gave me a quick hug before they all got into their car and headed away to their new home.  I lost track of Deb after a couple of years, and I frequently wonder about how she’s getting along.  Sometimes I’ll think back to our dry-hump adventure when I’m having a jack-off session.