Chapter 6: The Next Step

Relieved that they were back together again after their first falling out, James had backed off his advances on Wendy, much to her regret. She enjoyed what they did together, and deep down wanted to do more, experiment more, she just wasn’t sure how much, and deep down she knew she was afraid.

In some ways, she knew she wasn’t being fair to James. So far, he had not really pushed things too fast and had been willing to go at her pace. She knew that all her friends were surprised that she hadn’t even touched James’ cock yet, nor let him anywhere near her pussy.

Wendy had the last lesson of the day as a free period, and fortunately, it coincided with one for James, so they had arranged to skip out early and meet at Wendy’s house. Something they hadn’t done before, and something that Wendy knew she shouldn’t do, at least without telling her mum that she was actually seeing a boy first.

They set out some exercise books on the coffee table as they were both taking the same exams later that year, so at least they had an alibi if Wendy’s mum arrived home early from work.

Then Wendy attacked James, throwing her arms around him and pulling him into a lip-crushing kiss, using her tongue from the off. James’ hands went around Wendy’s waist before running up and down her back.

Wendy took hold of James’ hand and pushed it up her top, letting him feel her boobs. Her nipples hardened under his touch. They continued kissing, their hands exploring more and more for a few minutes. Wendy was becoming more and more excited by James’ touch, so reaching down, she cupped his groin in her hand.

She smiled shyly at him as her hand fumbled with his zip before diving inside and grasping his throbbing cock. James’s eyes popped open as Wendy had never done anything like that before!

“Ohhh, fuck yeah,” James moaned softly, unable to believe his luck as Wendy’s hand closed around him.

Wendy held James’ cock and began to move her hand up and down his shaft, gently stroking it, unsure if she was doing it right, but the moans coming from James were confirmation that she was.

Wendy liked the feel of James’ cock as it throbbed in her hand, twitching as she pulled on it. Then she rubbed her thumb on the underside of his end, a thing called the glans she had discovered in human biology, and James nearly leapt off the sofa they were lying on.

“Sorry,” Wendy whispered, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Didn’t hurt ... sensitive. Fuck that felt good.”

Wendy eased back on stroking James, looked deeply in his eyes, took hold of his wrist and placed his hand on her pussy, saying, “Can I trust you not to try to get into my panties just yet?”

James nodded his head in reply, unable to speak. He could feel the heat coming off Wendy; her panties were wet under his fingers. He rubbed his finger along Wendy’s panties, feeling it press inwards on her slit. This time it was Wendy’s time to moan.

As a wave of lust ran over her, Wendy gave in to her natural instincts and once more looked at James, her forehead pressing lightly against his, mouthed silently, “Now.” At first, James wasn’t sure what she meant, then it gradually dawned on him, and he eased his fingers over the top of Wendy’s panties, and his fingers touched a pussy for the first time.