Pam Has a Hidden Need

I began to slowly pull her sweatshirt up and she meekly stretched both arms a little bit higher. I suddenly saw her pale tummy and belly button. I was shocked at how cute her bare midriff looked.

I continued to slowly lift, and then she nervously said, "Oh, stop, please stop."

I stopped instantly. I was scared, thinking that I had upset her.

She looked at me and softly said, "My glasses."

It took a moment for me to realize what she meant, and I let go of her sweatshirt, letting it fall back down. Then I took her little librarian glasses off and set them on the end table next to the couch.

Without me asking, she lifted her arms over her head again, and looked at me with her big eyes. I think it was the first time I had ever seen her without her glasses. Even though she had just turned 18-years old, without them she looked a lot younger.

Then I put my hands on her sweatshirt and lifted it up again, as slowly as I could. I saw her tummy and her super cute belly button again, and the sight of her pale skin left me breathless.

I continued to slowly lift her sweatshirt, until I could see her white bra. I continued lifting gently. When it was up and over her face, I gently slid it off her arms. It's funny, I felt like I was helping a little girl getting ready for a bath. She helped a little, but it was me who pulled it all the way up to her hands, and it slid off easily.

Oh God, I was suddenly looking at Pam's amazingly pale skin, and her plain white bra. Oh God, she was sitting so still, and I could tell she was terribly anxious about what was happening.

She looked like a frightened little bunny. Her gaze was moving up and down between my eyes and her own chest.

She didn't say anything, and I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but she was obviously letting me stare at her. I was surprised how narrow her shoulders looked, and how pretty her skin seemed. There was something so irresistible about how timid she was acting; it seemed to be hypnotizing me.

Her breasts were smaller than I would have guessed since she always wore such baggy clothes. And, I know this sounds silly, but her little, plain white bra just seemed so irresistibly cute! Her shoulders were so slight, which made her breasts seem even tinier and more delicate .

I was immediately aware of how visible her nipples were under the thin white fabric of her bra; they seemed incredibly hard and prominent.

"Oh Pam, you look so beautiful," I whispered.

She didn't say anything, but she looked down at her own chest, and it was impossible for me to know what she was thinking. For the next little while, we both sat there in silence.

For me, it felt so sensual sitting so close to my beautiful young friend and looking at her smooth, white skin. I was absolutely amazed at how pretty she looked, especially her belly button. But it was her adorable little bra that just seemed lovely beyond anything I could even imagine. It was dreamlike in its power.

She sat there, staying still and timidly looking down at her own chest, and it was obvious she was seeing the same thing I was seeing, that her nipples were hard and obvious, pressing out against the thin fabric of her bra.

I wasn't sure what to do. I was so overwhelmed by the distinct outline of her nipples, and for a moment, all either of us could do was stare.

I was really nervous, but I cautiously put my hand on her shoulder and touched her bra strap with my fingertip. I then traced the edge of the little strap, moving my finger as slowly and delicately as I could.

I have no idea what Pam was thinking as I carefully slid my fingertip against her pale skin, right along the edge of her bra, down between her breasts and up the other strap, all the way to the opposite shoulder.

For me, touching her so gently was insanely arousing. She didn't do anything to stop me. I traced my fingers back again, this time I was even slower and more adoring. As my finger delicately ghosted down between her breasts, she shivered as if I was tickling her, and then I watched as her adorable nipples got even harder.

I cautiously touched the thin white fabric of one side of her bra, and cautiously traced a slow outline along the fabric, making a wide circle with my fingertips around the entirety of her delectable little breast. Then I made another slow circle, but this time a little smaller.

She was looking down at my fingers, obviously engrossed in every motion I was making as I ever-so-slowly neared her nipple.

I tried looking into her eyes for some sort of permission, but I couldn't read her emotions. She just seemed somehow stunned at what I was doing.

I was tracing slow circles around her nipple, and she watched my fingers with her huge wide eyes, on fire with awareness of what I was doing. She was staying still, letting me touch her little bra like this. I could feel the luscious, smooth, firm skin of her breast through the thin fabric.

I whispered, "Oh Pam, my sweet little Pam..."

I gradually made the circle a little smaller, getting a little bit closer to hard point of her nipple.

I let out a shaky, "Oh God..."

And then I tenderly touched her nipple, feeling its plump firmness through her bra.

She shuddered from my touch, and she quietly gasped, "Mr. McKinnon..."

I felt the pointy shape between my fingers. Even though they appeared to be hard, her nipples were so supple and yielding. They felt youthful in a way that was truly heavenly.

I spoke softly, "Oh God, Pam, this is so lovely..."

It was right then, as I played with her nipples, that I suddenly saw an expression of total shock in her eyes.

At first I was worried I had scared her by touching her like I was. But then I realized that she was looking down at my lap, that she was seeing—for the first time—the big shape of my rock-hard erection pointing up at her through my thin fabric of my pajamas.

She wasn't moving, she was just staring wide-eyed with a kind of haunted astonishment. Oh my God, I felt a glorious tremor deep in my soul knowing what she was seeing. Everything I was feeling was all about her, about trying to make her feel better. But Pam's obvious shock at what she was seeing gave me a feeling of concern. Was this too much for her?

It was so obvious that her startled eyes were focused entirely on my erection, the rigid form pushing upwards from under my pajamas. I couldn't help what I did next, I moved slightly closer and arched my hips a little bit to make the shape even more unmistakable to her.

I put my free hand on the other side of her bra, and started to adoringly fondle both her big nipples as she stared down between my legs.

Then I cautiously asked, "Pam, does this feel good, what I'm doing?"

I could see her eyes move from my erection to my fingers, worshipping her hard nipples through her bra, and then she looked right at me.

He expression seemed so timid, so shy. After a long pause, she let out the softest little "Yes..."

Hearing that, I leaned forward and reached both my hands around to the center of her back and put my fingers on the middle of her bra strap.

I spoke softly: "I'm going to undo this, okay?"

Pam replied with just the slightest little nod. She was looking at me, and she had this amazing expression, it was so emotional and needy. It nearly brought tears to my eyes, and I wanted with all my heart to love her, to be her protector.

The way I was sitting on my knees, I needed to move a little bit closer as I reached behind her back to unfasten the clasp on her little bra.

It took a moment, but when the clasp was undone, I whispered, "Let's slide this off, okay?"

I slowly eased each strap, one at a time, off her pale shoulders. She wriggled a little until both her arms were out, then I pulled the little bra all the way off and let it fall onto the floor.

Oh my God, I was looking at an innocent little angel, right up next to me on my couch. I was looking at heaven.

Her breasts were so cute and exquisite. Even though they were small, their plump, round shape looked so firm and healthy. They were the perky, delicate breasts of youth. They looked like they had only just appeared, as if only months ago she was perfectly flat like a boy.

Her nipples just seemed enormous and puffy. They were the palest shade of pink, just a tiny bit darker than the smooth white skin of her breasts. I watched her chest rise and fall with each ragged breath.

Oh my God, my heart ached as I looked at her tiny breasts. I must have had a really emotional, lost-for-words look on my face. She obviously noticed my wide-eyed expression, and she shyly reached up and put both hands over her little breasts.

She nervously gasped, "I'm—I'm—sorry..."

I felt so bad and I laid my hands gently on her wrists. "Oh no, Pam... please, no."

She stammered weakly, "But, I feel—all—embarrassed."

"Please don't even think that! You are so beautiful."

She whimpered. "But, my—they're—just... so small..."

Oh God, I felt such a desperate need to comfort her. "No, they're just perfect. They are beautiful. You look like an angel."

"But..."

She looked so ashamed as she sat there on the couch, right in front of me. She stayed perfectly still with her hands cupped over her each breast. Her expression was so heartbreaking that I thought she might start to cry again.

I felt so concerned, "Oh Pam, no - please don't feel sad."

Seeing her so embarrassed broke my heart. My emotions were all mixed-up, and I reacted in an almost haunted reflex. I took full hold of her wrists and gently pulled her hands off her breasts. She didn't resist me at all, and I could see her beautiful chest again. I leaned in and immediately started to suck the puffy pink flesh of one of her nipples.

Pam responded with a sort of anxious whimper.

I was shocked at how unbelievably delicious it felt to hold one of her beautiful plump nipples in my mouth. It was so much more exhilarating than I could have ever imagined.

I held her waist and gradually eased her backwards until she was lying flat on her back against the big pillows at the end of the couch. Now it was a lot easier for me to press my mouth against her chest.

I spent a long time sucking and licking her nipples. I was moving from one to the other, and - Oh God - I was getting really worked up, my erection was throbbing, and my sucking was getting wet and loud. And all the while I could feel Pam getting more and more turned-on. I could hear it in her breathing and the way her whole body was sort of shivering.

I so dearly loved how her hard nipples felt in my mouth and against tongue. It reminded me how, just minutes earlier, I had just sucked the tip of her tongue, it was the same loving motions. I could tell she was looking down at me, and I know she could watch the way my lips were wrapped around her big hard nipples. I loved knowing that she was watching me as I sucked.

I held her waist with my hands as I leaned over her, I could feel each shaky breath as she inhaled.

After a little while, I moved my mouth away from her breasts, and looked at her. She stared at me in a wide-eyed expression of yearning.

I looked at her and asked, "Pam, can you show me your tongue?"

She seemed a little confused, but then I watched as she cautiously pushed her pink tongue out, just a little bit. She stayed frozen in that trusting pose and she looked at me.

Oh my God, she looked so cute. I leaned in and just like before, I wrapped my lips around just the tip of her wet tongue, and eagerly started to suck it. This felt so intense, feeling it inside my mouth, after just sucking her nipples.

After a little bit I pulled away and started sucking her nipples again, with the same feverish emotion. As I sucked, she whimpered quietly, "Oh God, Mr. McKinney..."

Hearing that, the emotion in her voice, I moved back up to her tongue, and I sucked a little harder, and I sort of pulled her tongue further out of her mouth. I gently eased it out with my lips. She knew what I wanted and she responded by pushing her tongue out as far as she could.

And then I eagerly started sucking the full length of her slippery tongue.

Right then, I thought about the length of my hard cock, and as weird as it sounds, I was sort of mimicking a blow-job with this adorable girl's wet tongue. Oh dear God, I loved what I was doing with Pam. I was sucking the full length of her tongue with an impassioned zeal and I could tell she really liked it. I got all lost, sucking her tongue, and then her nipples, and then back to her tongue again.

After a while, I needed to stop. It was just too intense and I needed to take a deep breath and let my spinning head slow down.

As I sat there, she spoke in a nervous whisper, "Oh God, Mr. McKinnon... I—I didn't—ever think—that we would—ever—do anything—like this..."

I said, "Oh Pam, I didn't either."

I reached in and adjusted the pillow she was leaning against, then caressed her hair and asked her, "Are you all right?"

She nodded yes.

I was kneeling on the couch, down near her legs. She was looking up at me with such a shy expression. And she stayed so still, like she was too frightened to move. Then she looked down at my pajama bottoms, and the shape of my straining cock pressing upwards. I could see her face light up with a kind of shaky eagerness.

Knowing she was looking at my erection, I spoke softly. "Oh Pam, I just want so badly to help you, to soothe your sadness. I need you to know how deeply I care."

She didn't reply; she just stayed still and nervously bit her lower lip. Her huge eyes were focused directly on my barely-hidden cock.

I looked down at her, and she seemed so tiny on my great big couch. At this point she was naked except for her baggy nylon running shorts. She had a narrow waist and relatively wide hips, I mean, given that her whole body was so tiny. Her tummy looked soft and pale; it had just the perfect amount of baby fat, and her belly button was heartbreakingly cute.

The way Pam was leaning against the big pillow, I was astonished at how beautiful her smooth, delicate chest looked. Her tiny breasts were so wholesome and pure, and both nipples were shiny and wet from my kissing and suckling.

Her eyes were still zeroed in on my bulging erection. In a soft frightened voice, she asked, "Mr. McKinnon, is this okay, that we're doing this?"

I tried to reply calmly. "Oh yes, sweetheart. This feels so beautiful."

She was looking directly at the big shape of my hard cock as she whispered, "I... I love that—that—you said that. It does—it feels beautiful..."

Hearing her say that, I reached down and touched the waistband of her nylon shorts. I could feel her start to squirm from the intensity of what we were doing.

I held on to her shorts and whispered, "Oh God, Pam, you are so beautiful."

Then I started to pull them down off her hips, but she was lying so still that it was a little bit hard.

I moved a little closer and asked, "Pam, can you lift up, just a little?"

She obediently put her hands down on the couch and arched her hips up to help. I was on my knees between her legs, and I needed to move backwards as she moved her legs together and I pulled her shorts down.

Once they were past her butt, they began to slide off easily.

I said, "There, that helps."

As I moved her shorts down along her legs, I got all focused on the pale smooth skin of her beautiful legs, so much so that her shorts got a little scrunched up and stuck on her ankles. I needed to work a little to get them past her feet.

As I struggled, Pam whispered timidly, "I'm sorry..."

I could hear the nervousness in her voice and I told her, "Shhh, angel, it's okay."

It took just a few seconds to get her shorts past her feet, and when they were all the way off I pushed them onto the floor. Now Pam was lying on my couch, on her back, wearing nothing but pair of simple white panties—and I was immediately aware that they were wet.

Pam was lying there looking up at me, so still and quiet. I was staring right between her legs, at the thin fabric of her underwear, I couldn't help it; I was sitting on my knees, facing her, down by her feet. Her knees were slightly parted, and I was staring at a prominent wet spot between her legs.

I could see her clearly see the shape of her puffy pussy lips, their delicate outline very obvious under the thin, wet fabric.

I glanced up at her face and found her looking right at me, completely aware that my eyes were now focused directly between her legs.

She meekly asked, "My underwear—is—is wet, isn't it?"

"Yes."

She spoke in a nervous whisper, "I'm sorry, I can't help it."

She sounded so shaky, it just made my heart ache that she was embarrassed about getting so wet.

"Oh Pam, please don't feel bad, it's a good thing. It's beautiful."

We both just sort of stared at each other. Even though she was acting so shy, there was a desperate sense of yearning coming from her, and it was making my heart pound.

I realized that anything I had done so far, she had let me do. She hadn't once tried to stop me, or even to say anything. Everything about her had been entirely yielding since the moment we kissed here on my couch. Could this possibly continue? Would she let me do more?

This uncertainty was on my mind as I carefully reached towards her and put my fingertips against the waistband of her white cotton panties. I eased them down barely a quarter of an inch and stopped.

I quietly asked, "Is this okay, if I do this?"

She didn't say anything; she just looked up at me and nodded shyly.

Then I started slowly pulling down her pretty white panties. Oh my God, I wasn't at all prepared for what I was seeing. I stopped when I realized that she had obviously shaved her pubic hair, and her pale skin looked silky smooth. Then I pulled them down a little more until I could just see the top of her vagina.

I stopped, and sort of gasped. I simply held her panties there and stared. Then I mumbled something like, "Oh—oh—God..."

My hands started to pull at the waistband, I was suddenly insanely hungry to see more. She nervously wiggled on the couch to make it easier to get them past her butt. Oh my God, this little angel was helping me undress her. I slid them down off her hips, along her legs, and past her toes.

Suddenly, my shy little friend was totally naked, lying on my couch right in front of me. Everything about her was overwhelmingly lovely and lovable.

Pam stared up at me, wide-eyed and silent.

She looked bashful in a way that melted my heart. At the same time, I felt that she wanted me to look at her, at her adorable naked body. The desire to see more of her pussy was uncontrollable.

I softly whispered, "Oh God, angel..."

Then I put both my hands on her knees and gently spread her legs a little bit wider so I could look at her. She let me move her legs without even the slightest attempt to stop me.

I couldn't truly comprehend that I was actually seeing her naked. Her little vagina looked all plump and unbelievably wet. I had been working alongside this cute little 18-year-old for over a month, and now I was staring at her adorable wet pussy. I was all swallowed up in emotions, and everything about her naked body was just so perfect and tempting.

I was powerless, all I could do was look directly between her legs. Her wetness, sparkling in the soft light, was absolutely mesmerizing. She could obviously see that my eyes were focused directly between her legs.

Looking at her, at her pale naked body, at her enchanting wet pussy, I wanted to see more. I was flooded with such a powerful need to show her my love and adoration. I held her knees and gently spread her legs just a little bit wider.