Chapter 4: Boobs Under Top

Wendy and James were in the cinema, which had now become their usual routine Saturday evening. They were ensconced in the back row of the stalls with all the other young couples, each trying to find a dark, private place to enjoy themselves. Wendy looked forward to these encounters more and more. Kissing James was so groovy and such a turn-on.

Tonight she was wearing a loose-fitting top that, for once, she hadn’t tucked firmly into the waistband of her micro mini-skirt. She knew that James had noticed the change.

As soon as the lights dimmed, Wendy sighed deeply, and pulled James into a long tongue-filled kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as she did. James’ hands were already running up and down Wendy’s body, even cupping and squeezing her bum. His hand dropped onto her knee, but Wendy sighed exasperatedly at James and moved it. She was happy that he found her attractive, but she wasn’t ready to go as far as letting James put his hand up her skirt.

James didn’t overly object, he’d made a play but been rejected; he could wait. He changed the focus of his seduction and moved his hand to Wendy’s boobs, noticing the reaction in the intensity of Wendy’s kisses as he gently squeezed them. Wendy readily gave in to this now, in fact, she seemed eager for it. And her hands eagerly sought out his own body. By now, she was willing to rub his cock through his jeans, but that was all she’d do.

After a while, James slid his right hand down Wendy’s body, then back up again, this time under her top. Her skin was soft and warm under his trembling fingers as he ran them higher and higher, expecting Wendy to stop him at any moment. Nothing happened; his hand rose higher and higher until...

Wendy was aware of where James’s hand was heading. She was acutely aware that she should stop him. Her mind, convention and upbringing were screaming out, ‘good girls don’t let boys touch their boobs.’

Her body was a polar opposite to her mind, telling her she was a modern, young woman and not defined by archaic convention. Her body was her own to give as she wanted to. Anyway, good girls don’t have so much fun.

That was the exact moment when James’s hand cupped her naked breast and squeezed gently. His palm rubbed against her nipple sending shock waves Wendy had never experienced before coursing through her body. Suddenly she was tingling all over.

Her nipples seemed to harden even more as an inexplicable jolt of electricity shot from her boobs directly to her pussy, instantly making it moisten and throb.

Wendy moaned deeply into James’ open mouth. His hand had stopped moving, frozen on her boob. He hadn’t expected Wendy to not be wearing a bra. His hand was in direct contact with her naked breast. He squeezed once and felt the soft yet firm orange-sized globe squish in his palm. Her skin was soft and hot, and her boob was firm in his grasp. Wendy’s nipple was hard as it squashed under his palm. He eased his grip for a second, then squeezed again, harder this time. Again Wendy moaned into his mouth. James then flicked a finger over Wendy’s protruding nipple, and she went wild. Kissing James with a fervour and passion she had not shown before. Her hands were gripping James’ head as she kissed his face, his eyes, his chin, everywhere. She was squirming and wriggling and pressing against him.

James was in heaven, Wendy was going wild, and he had his hand on her bare boob. His cock was the hardest it had ever felt.

Eventually, all good things must come to an end, as the film finished and the lights became bright again. As James looked at Wendy, he could see how hot and flustered she looked as he reluctantly removed his hand from under her top. Wendy desperately tried to make herself look respectable before everyone got up to leave the cinema.

As James walked Wendy home, there was a silence between them; they had crossed a line tonight, a small one maybe, but it seemed that their relationship had gone to another level.

At school on Monday, Rob was trying to find out if Wendy had put out yet, but James wouldn’t confirm anything. If Rob wanted to brag and share his sex life with Elaine, then that was up to him. Wendy, on the other hand, was quite happy to tell all her girlfriends that she had let James put his hand under her top and that she hadn’t had a bra on when he did. There were lots of aah’s and oh’s when she did. To their minds, Wendy was growing up at last, but they understood how shy and innocent she still was.