Chapter 6

I know it’s an overused saying but I really could not keep my hands off her. She stood grinning in front of me, half shy and half thrilled at my lust, while I stroked up her thighs, over her hips wrapped in the thin, tight Lycra, back onto her skin and in to her amazing waist, then naughtily up inside her loose crop top.

I reckoned every lad who saw her like this would be thinking about doing what I was doing, which was sliding my fingers up her back to her bra strap and undoing the catch. She helped me slide one shoulder-strap out of her left tee armhole and down to her elbow, pull it off past her hand, and then extract the whole bra from the opposite sleeve. I tossed it across the room and ogled her nipples and the delicious breast shapes just under her tee.

“Oooh,” she gasped.

“What sort of panties have you got on?” I asked, in true youth style. I couldn’t see or even feel any under her tight, short skirt.

“Not saying,” she teased, wiggling her hips between my hands. I went and put some music on, closed the curtains and came back to her. With my hands back on her hips we began to dance.

“I can’t feel any panties...” I pursued the subject.

“You’re not suggesting a girl like me would come to a party without any panties on?” she fluttered her eyelashes up at me. This was such a new Faye.

“Perhaps you’re the kind of girl whose panties are found down the back of the sofa in the morning?” I smirked. Actually I was wondering if Faye had ever been to a teenagers’ party. The idea made me nervous.

“How would they end up there?” she smiled.

“Some bad boy would get you behind the sofa, perhaps.”

“Oooh.” She edged towards the end of the sofa and I danced with her round behind it.

“So,” she continued, “all his friends would be watching, while...” She came in and ground against me.

“He’d be showing you off to his mates,” I fondled her ass, then rolled her skirt up to find thin, seamless boy-cut panties, “about what a gorgeous ass his girl has, in these thin seamless panties.” I fondled her ass through the taut, fine fabric.

“He’d expose me to all his mates?” Faye gasped.

“Who knows where it would end,” I said gravely, “if you didn’t say ‘no’.”

“My ass is too big anyway,” Faye was only half joking now.

“It doesn’t stick out all that much, does it?” I smiled, “and it’s so firm.” I was sliding my hands down inside her panties by now. “It’s too big for some guys, but perfect for some other guys and not big enough for some other guys. So how many of each type of guy are there?”

“It’s too big for everyone except the worst kind of weird badboy,” she squirmed against me. “The kind of badboy who’d make me cum and then fuck me at a party in front of everyone.”

Christ.

“I’m only kidding,” she giggled at my reaction, “it’s just playing isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I breathed in relief. Still...

Anyway I slid one hand out of her panties, moved to the side of her and slipped it back in at the front. She parted her legs as I combed my fingers down through her bush, to her clit.

She leaned forwards on the back of the sofa while I kneaded her big, lean glute with one hand and her sensitive clit with the other. I smeared some of her especially slippery juice up over her clit and rolled it gently between thumb and forefinger. I felt it swell from half an inch to something like double that - pretty big for a fifteen-year-old. She was gasping beautifully.

The hood was swelling too, and her labia. She opened her legs wider and I experimented with different fondlings, rubbings and caressings while she gasped and sighed in pleasure. I kissed her neck and felt her respond to that too. The phrase ‘putty in my hands’ swam into my mind and I resolved, game or not, to try and make sure she didn’t go to any parties unaccompanied, for the time being.