Sexual Awakenings Ch. 04

Her breasts were as round as I remembered them in my nightly dreams. Thanks to an education on breast sizes, from her older sister no less, I guessed she was a C cup, possibly bordering on a D. But I couldn't figure out the other measurement right now. I was too distracted by the smooth skin that was just slightly lighter than the rest of her body, as if she had soaked up a little sun in that new bikini of hers. The light pink of her puffy areolas drew my attention and, as I watched, the tips of her nipples grew hard and pointed.

"I see I'm not the only one getting hard." I commented.

"Mmm," she moaned and placed a hand on my large bulge, "but don't you think this is far enough? I mean, we're in a limo, not a bedroom."

I lifted my butt up and pushed my boxers off my hips. My eight-inch shaft bobbed free in the air. Emily gasped at the emergence and I gasped when she placed her hand onto it.

"We should really," she subconsciously ran her hand up and down my shaft, "stop. We should stop." She said rather unconvincingly.

I let my right hand fall on her upper thighs. Those beautiful closed thighs.

"Spread your legs." I told her.

"N-no Brandon. What happens if we get in an accident, what happens if we get to the prom, what happens..."

I leaned forward and cut her off with a kiss. Right now she was thinking too much and I couldn't have that anymore. I teased her lips with my tongue and cupped her tits in my hands. When she continued to pump my shaft I tried again.

"Spread your legs."

"No." She barely whispered.

I moved from her face to her sexy neck. I laid a few soft kisses on her and then powerfully sunk my teeth right where her shoulder met her neck. Emily groaned and squeezed my dick, hard.

"Open your legs Em."

This time she listened. Her thighs parted open like double doors leading to a grand entrance hall. An intoxicating aroma wafted up to my nose and I grinned at the realization of her desire.

"What are you grinning for?" Emily asked.

"Just thinking how memorable this night will be."

I could've asked her to lift her bottom up and pulled her panties off her hips. I could've pushed them to one side to get the access I needed. Instead I chose to slide my hand under her thin panties. Her trimmed hair spoke volumes to her preparation for the night and got me wondering, for a brief moment, what exactly was in her overnight bag.

"So, you shaved for me?"

"I did. And it looks like you did too." She lazily said. "You like it?"

"Very much so. You did a much better job than when you let me shave you." I complimented her.

I slid my fingers further down her panties until I found her source of heat. Emily gasped as my fingertips danced at the top of her slit.

"Ahh." She sharply inhaled.

"I guess you like my attention so far."

She smiled in return and winked at me.

"Might wanna get going before I change my mind." Emily said.

I knew she wouldn't change her mind now. At the same time I didn't want to build up a potential climax for her only to have to stop because we arrived at the prom. Still, my fingers were already just outside her soft flesh, and it'd be a shame to waste such an opportunity.

I pressed the tips of my fingers between her inner lips. Emily gasped when I penetrated her and I enjoyed the look in her face. Pure bliss from the woman who had just told me 'no'. I withdrew my two fingers and pushed them even further inside of her. She was wet already. Our kissing had really worked her up. On the third thrust I buried my fingers up to my knuckles.

"Ahhh, yeah," she softly stated, "much better when you do it."

I rhythmically moved my fingers in and out of her while I processed what she just said.

Did she just say... "You mean to say that you please yourself?" My curiosity was piqued as Emily closed her eyes to concentrate.

"Well," she breathed deeply, "don't you?" She answered with a question.

My fingers moved a bit faster, a bit harder.

"Don't you?" Emily repeated herself.

Her hips moved opposite my own strokes. She had been warmed up more than I thought. First the pictures, then getting us by ourselves in the limo, to stripping our clothes and making out; it didn't seem like she'd last much longer.

"Of course I do Emily. Just surprised to hear that you do. But am I really better at this than you?"

"Mm-MM!" She exclaimed through closed lips. "What runs through your mind, ahh, what do you think about?"

I looked at her beautiful face. Her green eyes were hidden behind her tightly shut eyelids but they still revealed someone in deep concentration. Her rosy lips were pressed together and, as her hips lifted off the seat and bucked against my wrist, I wondered how much time was left. I wanted to watch her face when it happened.

"Well, if you must know," my fingers flew in and out of her as fast as they could go, "my most vivid memories are of this beautiful," I placed my free hand on one of her breasts, "voluptuous, blond," I squeezed her round tit in my hand, "who is wearing the hottest bikini I've ever seen."

Emily groaned and cursed, "Ahh, ahh, goddamn it!"

"I watch you walk towards me and get in the hot tub with me."

Her tender body began to quiver.

"You pull my swim shorts off my hips and make me sit down. You take off your own bottom piece and straddle me."

A mixture of whines and moans escaped her lips. "Ohhhh, mmmm! Holy shit!"

"And as I pump my own shaft in the privacy of my bedroom, I imagine you taking me inside of you, letting my huge dick go deep in you, and feeling you..." I had no need to go further.

Her thighs tightened around my wrist but her hips continued to thrust against my fingers. Her body trembled under my control. And I watched her face.

"MMMM!" Emily struggled to keep her mouth closed.

I found her clit with my fingers and gently pressed it between them.

Her lips opened in silence for a second. Then, "OOOH SHIT!"

I felt her pussy contract on my fingers but I watched her emerald eyes snap open as pleasure flowed through her body. She went rigid for a long second and then collapsed down onto the seat beneath her. I let my hand stay where it was until she adjusted and sat up straight.

"You can remove your hand now." She dryly stated.

"So," I let her panties fall into place with a light snap, "guess you like hearing what gets me off." I commented.

"Well yeah!" She replied in a tone that mocked my obvious statement. "I mean, I thought that you thought about me but hearing it while you did that to me, wow." She sighed and leaned against my chest.

"So you think about me when you, uh, touch yourself too?" I wanted to hear her say it like she had heard me.

Emily's hand slid around my hard shaft and slowly pumped it up and down.

"Well if I tell you what I think about then I can't use my mouth for other things." She looked into my brown eyes and smiled.

"Well I'd never turn down an offer like that." I sighed and leaned back into the soft leather.

Emily practically jumped off the bench seat and got on her knees in front of me. Her long blond hair flowed down the front of her, and managed to hide her natural melons from my view. Though when she lowered her head over the tip I found myself not caring much at all.

Her warm lips surrounded the light purple head of my dick. I gasped as she took it in and sealed her lips around my thick shaft. It occurred to me she had never done this to me before. As her head bobbed up and down and she focused solely on the head I wondered why that was. I enjoyed watching her blond hair bouncing up and down while she pleasured me. Unfortunately for me our time had just run out.

Chapter Three - Prom

A click on the intercom was followed by our drivers voice.

"Hello again, just letting you know we are about five minutes from our destination." Then he clicked off.

Emily had already stopped but I put my hands on her shoulders.

"Wait Em! Keep going. We've got five more minutes." I pleaded.

"Yeah, five minutes to get dressed again." She pointed out. "You need to put that dick away, now. I will arrive at prom looking like a lady and not like a messy whore."

While Emily slid her over her head and down her hips I buttoned my shirt and pulled on my pants.

"You wouldn't be messy, or a whore," I said, "you'd be another woman who had fun in a limo." It was a moot point but I still wanted to make it. "And I'd hit anyone who called you a whore."

"Here, zip me up." She was on her knees facing away from me. "I'd like to keep appearances up, your chivalry to defend me notwithstanding, but who knows where the night might lead."

Emily faced me once her dress was zipped up.

"And I am sorry for getting you all revved up and then having to stop like that." She leaned towards me and kissed me. "I will make it up to you. For now though, put your pants on." She smiled at me.

"They are on."

"Well then," her hand easily found my bulge, "try and put this away too."

I finished putting on my tie and vest while Emily adjusted her hair and smoothed her dress as best she could. Just as our shoes were put back on we felt the driver slow and make a right turn. I lowered the window to see that we had indeed arrived at the site of the prom.

Ours was to be held onboard a ferry this year. It had three decks and was a decent size. The third deck was mostly just a walking path that went around the ship but there was a dance floor on the second deck and the food and drink would be served on the bottom, away from the cool night air. Still, as we exited the limo, I wondered why we couldn't have just done a normal senior prom. I handed the driver a twenty as a tip on top of his fee and offered my arm to Emily.

She took it and we walked hand in arm across the pavement. We took the obligatory couple picture with the cheesy background and decided to take a quick tour before settling in. The top deck was our first stop. We walked up the stairs and looked out over the moonlit bay. Then I looked at her.

"Damn Em, you look so amazing right now."

Emily blushed, "Whatever, you're just saying that to get my dress off."

While I wouldn't mind that happening I couldn't help but address my true thoughts.

"I'm serious Em. Your long hair, beautiful face, your sexy neck..." I let my voice trail off as I looked her up and down.

"Hmm, you're trying hard to charm me aren't you?" Her red lips curled upward.

"Yeah," I closed the small gap between us and whispered in her ear, "and it's working isn't it?"

"You know damn well it is," she playfully shoved me back, "let's go check out the dance floor silly."

The dance floor, if one could call it that, was a small grid of tiles arranged in a square shape. The tiles were made to look like a light cherry wood on the surface and looked decent enough. The size was the main issue as it appeared only three or four couples could dance at a time. Anymore than that and they would be constantly bumping into each other.

We wandered down to the first deck and I felt my mouth water. This time it wasn't due to the beautiful woman on my side but rather the wonderful aroma of our meal for the night. My stomach grumbled loud enough for Emily to hear it.

"Hungry?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe a little. Why don't we find a table?" I directed us to the far side of the room and managed to find a table away from most everyone else.

Each table was pushed up against a wall and had two bench seats on either side. Each seat could sit two and as I slid onto a bench I briefly wondered if Emily would sit next to, or across from me.

"Scoot over Brandon." She chose wisely. "That way Ashley can join us, whenever they get here."

I looked into her emerald eyes and grinned when she turned her right cheek to me and tapped it with her forefinger. I leaned in to give her a quick peck on her cheek. Imagine my surprise when her right hand went over my upper thigh and slid between the two of them. I pecked her cheek with my lips and listened to her whisper.

"I know I catch a lot of crap for always being the innocent one and not being adventurous." Her fingers found and pressed against my soft penis. "But what I'm about to do should erase that from your mind."

Her fingers massaged and traced my hardening shaft.

"What's that exactly?" I asked her.

"I think you know," her eyes sparkled with excitement, "can you see anyone looking out way?" She asked

"No."

She moved quicker than I thought she could and she slid her body under the table. Within two seconds she had disappeared beneath the huge tablecloth. My mind was flustered when I felt her hands work my zipper open and wrestle my manhood from under my briefs and pants. I slid my butt forward an inch or so and spread my legs as wide as I could.

Emily wasted no more time and I couldn't help but smile when her warm lips surrounded the head of my dick. My eyes glazed over while Emily sucked and licked me. Anyone passing by would have just seen me slouching in my seat. Hopefully no one asked me why I was by myself with zero food in front of me.

After the first minute I wanted to verbally thank Emily. After the second minute I allowed my eyes to close and imagined us in a hotel room, away from all the noise. As my fantasy played out in my head I could feel the end approaching. I wouldn't last much longer. In my mind I was taking her from behind and watching my dick disappear inside of her pussy while in reality she took me in and out her mouth. My climax was almost there...

Then I heard a loud noise in the seat across from me and my eyes shot wide open as Ashley sat down across from me. Emily stopped her movements at the same time and I groaned in protest.

"What's wrong Brandon?" Ashley asked as she swung her legs under the table. "What the hell?"

"Oww!" I heard Emily exclaim as Ashley inadvertently kicked her.

"Emily?!" Ashley asked.

I groaned again, loudly. Emily poked her blond head out from under the table and looked at me, almost mournfully. She mouthed sorry and slid out and sat next to me.

Ashley stared at Emily and then me. Her lips curled in a wide smile and she broke out in laughter.

"Really Em? Here and now when you have the whole night ahead of you?" She then looked at me. "So I guess a part of you is blue now huh?" She chuckled at her own joke.

"Ashley that's not nice." Emily snapped back.

"Oh, you want me to leave so you two can finish?" Ashley mockingly asked.

"Pretty sure the moment has passed." I commented while I pushed my dick back into my pants.

"Just as well. You," Ashley pointed to Emily, "shouldn't get any action if I don't."

Emily grinned from ear to ear. "Oh I've already gotten action in the limo. I was simply trying to reciprocate Brandon just now."

"You mean the limo that you stole from us!" Ashley crossed her arms under her breasts.

I couldn't help but glance at them for a second or two. With her arms under them her cleavage became even more pronounced.

"I didn't steal it," Emily made air quotation marks, "I just jumped at the chance when Mike said he'd rather drive his own car."

"Yeah and then you ran out and practically jumped in the limo before I had a chance to change his mind." Ashley retorted.

"Well then, I owe you one." Emily said.

Mike joined us at the table and we switched the conversation to other subjects. We talked about other couples and the sad dance floor. We all toured the upper deck as the ferry was out in the bay. The moonlight seemed to enhance the mood between the two of us. Ashley and Mike went below deck but we stayed up there for some time. My right arm was around her waist and her lips were on mine. I honestly don't remember much else about that night until we got back to shore.

Chapter Four - Backseat Frustration

Once we docked and disembarked it became a matter of coordinating those who had been invited to the after party at my friends house. He was a friendly enough person but not everyone had managed to make the list. So, after awkwardly saying goodbye to those going elsewhere, I squeezed into a van that one of my other classmates had rented for this very purpose.

Once inside I saw a head full of blond hair all the way in the back seat, by herself. I already thought I had seen Emily go inside and was thankful I had guessed correctly. I made my way to the last of the three rows of bench seats and plopped down beside my date with a smile on my face. Then I realized my mistake.

"Well hello Brandon." Ashley greeted me.

"Ashley? Thought you were Em," I paused, "cause you're by yourself. Wait," someone shut the side door of the van, "then, where's Mike?"

"Well Mike had to drive his car so he is following us. As for me, I'm playing a game of keep away to see if it makes him want me or not. He's barely made a move all night, hasn't even touched me yet."

I was mildly distracted and failed to realize the engine being put in gear. I looked around wildly before Ashley placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Relax, I'm sure she'll get there one way or another." She spoke of Emily.

"Yeah so um, you were saying?" I said as I settled in my seat and turned my attention to her.

"I was saying what a downer my date has been so far. He's barely touched me or copped a feel." Ashley commented.

"Copped a feel?" I said with a grin.

I repeated her own words not because I didn't understand what she meant, but because of her choice of wording. Ashley must've thought I didn't know what the term meant.

She put a hand under each breast and squeezed them during each syllable. "Copped a feel."

"Damn Ashley. Why'd you have to do that?" I could feel myself getting my fourth erection of the night.

"Cause you didn't know what I meant."

"I knew what you meant I was just mocking your choice of words." I took a breath. "You can let go of your boobs now."

"Why?" She let go anyways. "You want a turn?" She chuckled.

"No! Not really." I looked at her smooth cleavage and imagined... "Just, let's just start over." I tried.

I had a full mast again and needed to adjust it. It currently ran along my right thigh and my dress pants weren't helpful in hiding it. I wanted to move it so it lay flat against my waist and stomach. With her a foot or so away I didn't dare though. She'd easily see what I was doing and then it'd be awkward. Luckily there was no light for her to see my shaft pitching a tent in my pants.

"Why start over?" She scooted right next to me. "I bet you're just aching for relief aren't you? I mean, Emily must've left you frustrated at the dinner table, right?"

"And in the limo." I said before I could stop myself.

"Really? The limo too?" She gasped and covered her mouth. "So twice now you've been teased?"

I nodded.

"Orally?" Ashley pushed for more info.

I nodded again and tried to change the subject.

"So you also got a dress that matched your eyes. Was that the reason?"

"Actually I got this because it matched the color of your balls!" She said without missing a beat.

"Ha, ha," I sarcastically laughed, "why the infatuation with my balls Ashley?" I mistakenly kept the subject where she apparently wanted it kept.

"To be honest," her hand landed on my thigh, "and fair," it slid inward till it found my hardness, "it's not just your BALLS I'm interested in," she lightly squeezed me, "and it's just been so long since I've held a penis."

"Really?" I gasped at her persistent grip. "How long is long?" I let her keep touching me.

"Oh a few days, maybe a week or two." Her other hand joined in and both went to work on my zipper.

Amazingly the couple in front of us was too distracted to pay any attention to us or our conversation. Well, maybe amazingly wasn't the right word. They were engaged in a passionate lip-lock. Still, Ashley wasn't my date. She was a little surprised when I clamped my own hand down on hers.