Homecoming Dance

by blackrandl1958

Copyright© 2015 by blackrandl1958

Romantic Sex Story: Her homecoming dance turned out badly until an old friend showed up.

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Black Female   White Male   First   Petting   .

It was basketball homecoming and Jolie was very excited. Davaun had asked her to the dance and it was the first time she had a date for homecoming. She had never been asked to the dance before and that Davaun had asked her was very flattering. He was one of the best players on the team and all her girlfriends were jealous. Jolie really hadn't expected it. She knew boys thought she was hot. She was about five eight and she weighed one twenty, a lot of that weight was in breasts she thought were too big. Davaun obviously didn't think so. His eyes spent more time on her chest than on her face, and that made her a little nervous. Her face was very nice, she thought. Her skin was light for a black girl; a coffee with lots of creamer color. She had a little button nose, huge brown eyes with flecks of amber in them and a mop of black hair that formed big loose rings around her face. She had high cheek bones and a wide mouth that smiled a lot. Her lips were full and luscious and she had a little pointed chin. She looked a little like one of those dark elves from the fantasy game she liked to play on her PS4, she thought.

Davaun just thought she was hot. Most of the girls in their class had steady boyfriends but she didn't. He had been watching her in the art class they shared. He couldn't get over those tits. He couldn't wait to get her in his car after the dance and take her out to Lookout Point. He was going to fuck this hot little babe tonight. Davaun pretty much had his pick of the bitches. He was a captain on the basketball team and seeing Jolie in that hot little cheerleader uniform at all the games made his cock hard. This sister had it going on. Not only did she have the nicest set of tits in school, her ass was hot too. It was just right for a cushion as he slipped his cock into her from behind and pounded that hot little pussy.

They won the game easily and Davaun hurried to get showered and when Jolie came out of the dressing room she looked hotter than hell. She had on a little silver mini-dress that looked like it was painted on. He took her to the cafeteria where the dance was being held and the band had just started playing.

There were maybe twenty couples dancing and Davaun led her out. He busted a few moves and he could tell she was impressed. She was very athletic and she moved to the music like a dream. When the band started up a slow number he pulled her up against him and the feel of that smoking hot body against his had him hard as hell. He rubbed his cock against her and felt her shift away. He pulled her back and she pushed him away again. She walked away and he followed her to a couple of chairs. He asked her if she wanted punch and she did. He pulled out a flask and without anyone seeing spiked their drinks with rum. This bitch needed to be loosened up a little.

Jolie could taste the rum and she didn't like it. She complained to Davaun and he told her that everyone at the dance was doing it. It was a party and she just needed to relax. She drank the punch a little reluctantly. She had been drunk a couple of times at home. Her mom allowed her to drink there if she wanted to. She drank wine with a meal occasionally and beer now and again on a hot summer day and she enjoyed the buzz. What she didn't like was the next morning when she woke up with a headache, feeling nauseas and with a horrible taste in her mouth.

She had never tasted anything like this. The 151 proof rum went quickly to her head and she felt a little dizzy. They danced a couple of more times and Davaun asked her if she wanted to go home. She was having fun and she had danced with a couple of other guys but she was getting tired and she did want him to take her home.

When they got in the car, he cranked up some rap song and she leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes, allowing the thump of the bass to sweep over her. When she opened them she noticed that they were driving up the road to Lookout Point.

"Davaun, where are you taking me? I thought you were taking me home."

"We going up to the Point," he told her. "All the brothers be there with their girls. We going to have a good time up there. We just love for a while and then I take you home."

Jolie was shocked. She knew what people did at Lookout Point and there was no way she was doing that with Davaun.

"Just take me home, Davaun," she said. "I don't want to go up there."

"Come on, Jolie," he laughed. "You knows you wants Davaun. We going to have a good time."

Jolie began to panic a little. She was eighteen years old and she knew she didn't want to do this at this point in her life, especially with a creep like Davaun was turning out to be. She had seen the other girls drop out of school and have babies. That wasn't where she wanted her life to go. She had to do something quick.

"Davaun, I think I'm going to be sick," she said. "Pull over for a minute."

Davaun certainly didn't want her puking in his car so he pulled over to the side of the road. She got out and started walking back toward town. Davaun jumped out and followed her.

"Where you going girl?" he asked.

"I told you I wanted to go home," she told him. "You weren't taking me home so I'm walking."

She saw the lights of an approaching car and heard the rumble of a set of Flow Master pipes. Davaun grabbed her arm and spun her around. "You ain't going nowhere," he told her. "Get your ass back in the car, bitch."

She slapped him and he punched her in the stomach. The air left her lungs in a whoosh and he began to steer her back toward the car. The vehicle she had noticed swung in and she heard a door shut. She saw a large figure approaching. She could tell it was a man, but he was backlit by the headlights and she couldn't make out his features.

"Everything ok?" he asked. "You guys having car trouble?" His voice was a deep, bass rumble.

"No, my girl just feeling sick," Davaun said. "She had a little too much to drink."

The man was now close enough to Jolie that she recognized him. She felt a huge relief. Derrick had graduated when she was a freshman. He was a huge, very popular white boy that she had been partnered with on yearbook staff. They had spent a lot of time taking pictures in the elementary school and she liked him a lot. He was funny and didn't seem to hate her for being a freshman like a lot of the seniors did. He had a scholarship to play football at college. She knew he was the starting left tackle at the University. He was trying to get a look at her.

"Jolie, is that you?" he asked. "I didn't know you drank."

She was starting to get her breath back. She heard a little disappointment in his voice. That hurt her feelings. "I don't, Derrick. Davaun spiked my punch and I'm not sick. He's trying to force me to go with him up to Lookout Point."

"You shut your mouth, bitch," Davaun told her. "She drunk, dude. She wanted to go up there. This all her idea."

"No, it's not," Jolie said. "I pretended to be sick so he would stop the car. I was going to walk home but he caught me and punched me in the stomach."

"What the hell, man?" Derrick said loudly. "You hit her?"

"She lying, man," Davaun said. "What you fuckin around here for anyway. You better get to steppin. You pushin your nose all up in Davaun's business."

"Yeah? What you going to do about it, punk?" Derrick asked. "Come on, Jolie; I'll take you home."

"I kick your honkey ass," Davaun threatened. "You better get on up out of here. This bitch going with me."

"The only bitch around here is you," Derrick said. "Get back in your car and get moving. I'll only tell you once."

Davaun took a swing at Derrick's head. Derrick caught his arm easily and trapped it under his right arm. He head butted Davaun and Jolie heard his nose crunch. Davaun screamed and dropped to his knees and Derrick kneed him in the belly. He fell to the ground, retching and gasping. Derrick took Jolie's hand.

"Let's get out of here," he told her. She shook her hand free and stepped toward Davaun. She kicked him savagely in the stomach. "That's for hitting me," she yelled. She turned back to Derrick and took his hand again. He led her to his car and opened the door so she could climb in. "Wait," she heard Davaun call. "I'm leakin. Call the ambulance!" Derrick went around and climbed in under the wheel. He backed up and pulled onto the road and they drove back toward town.

"What the hell was that, Jolie?" he asked her. "What are you doing hanging around guys like that? You looking to get raped or do a bunch of drugs? You're smarter than that. What's happened to you?"

She started to cry. "He's the captain of the basketball team, Derrick. He asked me to homecoming. All the girls think he's hot and I thought it was cool that he would ask me. I didn't know he was like that. Who the hell are you anyway? You don't have the right to lecture me. Last time I heard you were dating that skank Linda. She hangs out with guys like that." She sobbed miserably. She felt very grateful to Derrick and she felt bad for saying that to him. "I'm sorry, Derrick I shouldn't have said that. Thanks for rescuing me. I know I owe you big time."

Derrick couldn't stand seeing her cry like that. He reached over and pulled her across the seat, hugging her with his arm around her shoulders. He petted her curly mop. "It's ok, Jolie. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm all full of adrenaline. Forget about it. So how's my little photography buddy been? You still doing yearbook?"

Jolie liked having his huge arm around her. Her sobs quieted. "Yes, I've got middle school this year with Amber. I liked the elementary school kids better. The middle school kids are all a bunch of tools. I liked my partner better too," she peeked up at him.

He smiled down at her. She thought he was very good looking. He had long, very curly hair, beautiful brown eyes and a strong, almost beautiful dark complexion. His skin was almost as dark as hers and he was very muscular. She remembered how much fun he was and how patient he was with the little kids. They all worshipped him and she had a huge crush on him too. That a senior would pay so much attention to her was very flattering. He had really seemed to like her, but he seemed to like everyone. He had sat by her a lot in the cafeteria and she liked talking to him. He was just a huge teddy bear. She was a little shocked at what he had done to Davaun.

"I didn't know you could fight like that," she told him. "Davaun was leaking pretty bad back there."

"He's an asshole," Derrick laughed. "Stay away from those guys, Jolie. Why aren't you going out with some nice nerdy type?"

She laughed. "I like football players," she rested her cheek on his shoulder. He laughed and pulled her tighter.

"Are you still going out with Linda?" she asked. "I'm sorry I said that about her."

"No, you were right about her. She likes to sleep with athletes and she doesn't much care who. I found that out. I guess she was my Davaun. I'm ... between girls now. What about you? You going out with anyone besides mister thug back there."

"No, no one's asked me," she said.

"I think you intimidate guys, Jolie" he told her. "You're so smart and so gorgeous they're afraid you'll say no. They think they aren't in your league. Most of them aren't"

"Why don't you ask me?" she said.

He stammered for a minute. "Don't think I didn't think about it. It just seemed a little creepy. I was a senior and you were a freshman. If you were a couple of years older I would have. I still might when you're a couple of years older."

"I don't think it's creepy," she told him. "My mom is six years older than my dad was."

"Yeah, but they didn't get married when they were fifteen and twenty one either," he said. "They were both in college."

"I know," she said. "You're less than four years older than me. I'm telling you I'm ok with that."

"I'm not sure I'm in your league either, Jolie. You're going to be a star. Look at you! You're the hottest girl I've ever seen. You're also the smartest girl I've ever known. When you're President or CEO of some big corporation or the biggest star in Hollywood, you won't want an old football player around."

"Why don't you give me a chance to decide for myself who I want around?" she asked. "I really like you, Derrick. You've always been so nice to me. I was just a punk kid hanging around with a senior, but you never treated me like that. You were just my friend. I've missed you. School isn't the same without getting out of fourth hour and taking pictures with you. It was a lot more fun knowing I'd get to be with you every day."

"Thanks," he said. "I've missed you too. Ok, Jolie Mays, will you go out with me tomorrow?"

"Yes," she said simply. "What time?"

"I'll pick you up at noon," he said. "I've got something to do, but I think you'll like it. When we get done I'll take you out."

She was ecstatic. He was actually going to take her out! "Is this your car, Derrick?" she asked. "I like it. What is it?"

"It's a 1970 Chevelle Super Sport," he told her. "It belonged to my dad. He kept it in the barn all these years and when I graduated he had it restored and gave it to me."

"Does it have a stereo?" she asked.

"It does," he said. "My iPod is under your legs." He reached down and his hand slid along one smooth calf as he searched. She liked that touch. When he found it and gave it to her, she took his hand and put it on her thigh, just above the knee. He stroked her for a minute, loving the feel of that silky skin under his fingers. He squeezed her leg gently and left his hand there, burning into her. She picked a song, and it was Frank Ocean, crooning out the Pyramid song. This was way different than being with Davaun. Derrick had sub-woofers and the whole car vibrated to the heavy bass. She rested her head on his shoulder and when he looked down at her, her eyes were huge liquid pools.

They pulled up at her house and he felt like he should kiss her. He had wanted to kiss those lips from the moment he met her. He tilted her head up and tasted them. They were moist and pliable under his, luscious and full and she tasted like fruit punch and girl. Her hands went behind his head and she kissed him for a long time.

When she pulled back, she whispered. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

He got out and walked around to open her door. She gave him another quick peck and danced off up the sidewalk. "See you at noon tomorrow," she called. He waved and she went inside, hearing the rumble of the Chevelle as he drove away. She stood with her back against the door, trembling with excitement for a minute.

"Jolie, is that you?" she heard her mother's voice.

"Yeah, Mom; I'm coming," she called. She walked into the kitchen and found her mother pouring a glass of juice. "You want some juice, Jolie?" She did and her mother poured her a glass. "How did it go, honey?" her mom asked.

"It was horrible and wonderful," Jolie said.

"That seems like an odd combination," her mother laughed. "Tell mama about the horrible part."

"Davaun was a douchebag," Jolie felt tears rising to her eyes. "He spiked my punch and he was taking me to Lookout Point when I thought he was bringing me home. He was going to rape me, Mom! I got him to stop the car by telling him I was sick. I got out and started walking home. He followed me and punched me in the stomach. He was forcing me back in his car. That's when the wonderful part happened."

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. I tried to tell you about those guys. It's my fault, Jolie. I shouldn't have let you go with that punk. I don't think you know much about how rotten some people are. I've tried to keep you away from all that. I never wanted you to be a part of that life. You don't know how to recognize the predators."

Jolie went and hugged her mother. "It's not your fault, Mom; it's my fault. I just wanted to be cool. I thought going out with the captain of the team would make me cool. You told me he was a thug, I just didn't listen. I'm sorry, sorrier than you know. It won't happen again."

"Tell me about the wonderful part then," her mother petted her as they hugged.

"Do you remember my partner in yearbook when I was a freshman? He was a senior. His name was Derrick Parker."

"Was he that huge white boy that you danced with at the athletic banquet?"

"Yes, well anyway he lives out that way and was on his way into town. He thought we were having car trouble and stopped to help us. I told him what had happened and Davaun threatened him. He attacked Derrick and Derrick beat the crap out of him. I kicked him and we left him there. Derrick gave me a ride home and on the way, he asked me out! Well, to tell you the truth, I sort of made him."

"Jolie!" her mother exclaimed. "What do you mean you made him?"

"He asked me if I was dating anyone besides Davaun and I told him no one had asked me. He told me boys are probably intimidated by how I look and how smart I am, so I asked him why he didn't ask me out?"

"What did he say?"

"He said I was too young and I was out of his league. He said the sweetest things, Mom. He told me that when I was President or a big CEO or a movie star I wouldn't want an old football player around."

"How old is he?" her mother asked.

"He's twenty two. He'll be twenty three soon. He plays football at the University."

"You are too young, and you probably are out of his league," her mother said. "He sounds like a really sweet guy though. It sounds like he cares more about you than just getting in your pants."

"Mom!" Jolie exclaimed. "I can't believe you said that! Why don't you let me decide if I'm too young and who's in my league? I know I screwed up with Davaun. If you don't let me make mistakes I'll never learn. I won't make that kind of mistake again. I've really liked Derrick ever since I got to know him. He was so nice to me. He never made fun of me for being a freshman, he sat by me at lunch sometimes and talked to me, and he didn't stare at my boobs all the time like most guys do."

"He's a white boy, Jolie."

"What, are you some kind of a racist?" Jolie asked. "I never heard anything like that from you before!"

"I'm not a racist, Jolie. It's just that some white boys think they've bagged some kind of a trophy when they get a black girl to sleep with them. There's black men that do that too. They only sleep with white girls."

"I know that. Derrick isn't like that. That's racist too and those people are sick perverts. Remember, Mom; he didn't ask me out. He gave me all sorts of reasons he wouldn't. He said maybe when I was older. I sort of argued him into doing it. I want to go out with him. Tell me you approve."

"Actually, I do approve, honey. I've always tried to keep you out of the the thug life. Your father was one of the OG's. He was a drug dealer and a gang banger. He made a lot of money selling drugs and I used it to finish college after I had you. I was pregnant at seventeen and had to drop out of high school when you were born. He was murdered when you were ten. A drug deal went south and he died. To tell you the truth, I was relieved. I didn't want you to be part of that life. I guess I've raised you sort of white. I know you listen to hip hop and hang out with some of the sisters, but you do well in school and you aren't a slut like them. The sad truth is that acting like a thug doesn't work in this society. It really doesn't work in any society. Doing drugs, having a bunch of kids by men you aren't married to, doing a lot of criminal, violent stuff, never being on time, painting on walls; that stuff doesn't get you anywhere but in the welfare line or in jail. Bring that white boy over and let me talk to him. If he's like you say, I'll love him. If he isn't I'll know that too."

"What, are you going to give him the third degree? No, Mom; I won't let you do that," Jolie told her.

Her mother laughed. "Relax, honey; I just want to get to know the guy my baby is going out with. That's my right as a Mom. You owe me that."

Jolie texted Derrick and asked him if he could come a little early and meet her Mom. He told her he would rather go to the dentist, but he would do it. He pulled up at their house at eleven. Jolie was still in her room when he rang the doorbell. Her mother answered the door. Derrick found himself face with an older version of Jolie. She didn't look that much older either. She had that same slender, athletic, big breasted shape. She was beautiful, he thought.

"Hello, Mrs. Mays," he offered her his hand. "I'm Derrick Parker," he handed her a package. "I got this for you."

"Thanks, Derrick," she said. "I don't want you to buy me things. I know you're a college student. I remember what that was like. You can call me Lila, by the way."

"Ok, Lila; but you don't get to tell me what I can buy you," he laughed. "I own half of the largest ranch in central Texas. I'm not your average college student."

She stared at him frankly. "Tell me why you want to go out with my daughter."

"I like her," he said. "She's sweet, she's kind to kids, she's the smartest person I know, she's funny and she's fun to be around. To tell you the truth, I think she's still too young. She sort of made me do it. She's smoking hot, too."

Lila laughed. "That's exactly what she told me. What did you get me?" She tore open the package and there was a Tommy Hilfinger shoulder bag inside. "You shouldn't have," she said. "I know how much these cost, Derrick."

"Does it make you like me?" he asked.

"Yes, you're a thoughtful guy." She laughed. "Be careful with my baby, Derrick. She's all I have. If you make her happy, I'll love you. If you hurt her I'll scratch your eyes out. I know I owe you for helping her last night. That will only get you so far."

"I'll try to make her happy and I promise I'll never hurt her, Lila. I don't go around hurting people."

"Except for rapist thugs," she laughed. "I'm so glad you came along when you did. Jolie was in trouble. She's a little naïve about some things. She thinks everyone is as sweet as she is. Are you street smart, Derrick?"

"I like to think so," he said. "I can usually spot a bad situation. I try to avoid them."

"That's smart," she said. "Let me get some cookies and you can tell me all about Derrick."

"I'd rather hear all about Lila, but it's your house," he told her. "When you come to my house, I get to set the agenda."

She laughed and they ate chocolate chip cookies until Jolie came down. She had on black jeans and a white, button up shirt with a Rangers baseball cap. "You said to dress for being outside," she said at his look.

"No, it's perfect," he said. "I had just forgotten how cute you are."

She felt a blush stealing over her cheeks. She took two cookies and kissed her mother. They got in the car and Derrick drove them out toward Lookout Point. She felt a little apprehensive, remembering what had happened until he turned off and took a county road in the opposite direction. They drove for half an hour and she felt like she was chattering. She was a little nervous. She hadn't seen Derrick for six months and it was a little awkward. He laughed at her stories about school and she quickly fell back into their old camaraderie. He turned off the county road onto a long winding driveway, stopping to punch some numbers on a keypad that opened a gate. She saw a large sprawling house at the top of a small hill and a bunch of outbuildings. There was a corral full of horses on one side and four zebras were grazing near the barn. Two school busses were parked near the corral and there were twenty or so children outside the corral. As they got close enough to see well, she noticed that the children all had some kind of handicap.

"What's going on, Derrick?' she asked.

"These kids are from Dallas," he said. "They go to a special school there and we're taking them riding. We do this three times a year. They all sign up to come and we take them out half an hour and bring them back. They can't take more than that, but they love it. You're going to help us."

"Who is us?" she asked.

"You've never met my sister Macy, have you? She's two years older than me. She manages the ranch."

"No, I've seen her. She played basketball and I saw her play a couple of times. Do you think she'll like me, Derrick?"

"She'll love you," he assured her. "She'll be mad at me for dating you though. She'll think you're too young for me. She'll get over it."

Jolie could see Macy moving among the kids. She looked like a Valkyrie goddess. She came up and hugged Jolie immediately. "Hey, Jolie," she said. "I'm glad you could come and help us. I hope you don't think I'm rude, but how old are you, baby?"

"I'm eighteen," Jolie said shyly.

"Jesus, Derrick; what the hell is wrong with you," Macy said to him.

"No, don't talk to him like that," Jolie said. "This was all my idea. If you don't like me, I won't go out with him again. Just don't act like there's something he did wrong."

Macy swung back to face Jolie and saw her big brown eyes full of tears. She moved instantly to hug her.

"No, baby; I'm sorry. Now don't cry. I'm just a bitch. If he makes you happy, I'll be right behind you. I apologize for being rude. Do you forgive me?"

"Yes," Jolie told her, giving her a squeeze. "Let's take these kids riding."

There were four ranch hands that rode with them and the joy the kids got out of riding the horses and seeing deer, turkeys, several kinds of antelope and some warthogs was reward enough for anyone. When the kids were gone, Derrick went inside and got a large basket. He took Jolie to a shed and they got a little, four wheel drive utility vehicle out. They got in and he drove along a track by a small creek to where it joined a larger bayou. He drove along the bayou to a grove of huge live oak trees and pulled up under one. There was a rope hanging down and he tied it to the basket. There was a ladder of metal bars running up the tree and disappearing into the foliage.

"Here's our date," he told her.

"We're going to climb a tree?" she laughed.

"Yep, you go first. If you fall I'll try to catch you. If I went and fell it would kill us both."

Jolie eyed the ladder dubiously. "Are you sure, Derrick?"

He swatted her butt and she squealed and started up the ladder. He was following her and by the time she got to the first branches she could see a large structure built into the tree.

"It's a treehouse!" she laughed. "You're taking me to a treehouse!"

"No one else but you and me know it's here," he told her. "It took me fifteen years to get it built. They continued to climb and Jolie thought they must be forty feet of the ground when they came to the floor of the treehouse. They stood on a large branch and there was a rail and some steps leading up to a trap door in the floor. He pushed it open and she climbed up. She looked around in amazement. There was a fully furnished room. It was mostly glass and there was a deck surrounding it with comfortable looking chairs on it. Derrick went out on the deck and used a pulley to draw the basket up. She came out and looked around. She could see for miles in every direction.

"It's a spectacular view," she said as she stood at the rail.

"I know," he said. He was sitting in a lounge chair and she looked back at him. He was looking at her.

"Not me, silly," she laughed. "I was talking about the trees, the river, those beautiful hills and everything."

"I know," he said again. "I was talking about you. Come here, Jolie."

She walked over and he pulled her down, her legs straddling his and he kissed her. She melted into his arms and he could feel every inch of her against him. He took off her cap and her mop of curls fell out. Her breasts were pressing into his chest and he could feel little twin bumps against his chest as her nipples sprang erect. Her lips were alive against his and she made a little moaning sound. He could feel the firmness of her young body under his hands and he wanted her desperately. She was very young and he shouldn't push her, he reminded himself.

Jolie was beside herself. She had never been so horny in her life. This amazing guy had brought her to this amazing place and she wanted him. That scared her a little, but she was going to go as far as her nerve would carry her. She sat up and watched as his eyes left her face and looked down over her body. She looked down and she could see her nipples making little bumps under her shirt. He looked down at her small waist, her flared hips and those perfect legs. They moved back up to her breasts, lingered a while and then back to her eyes.

She leaned close. "Would you like to touch?" she asked.

He licked, suddenly dry, lips. "Can I?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered. "As much as you want, Derrick."

"Can I see?" he asked.

She nodded, blushing furiously. His hands reached out and she felt his fingers unbuttoning her shirt. He parted the shirt and she let it fall off her arms to the deck. She had on a lace camisole and it felt incredible over her breasts as his fingers traced the low cut line. She felt his hands slide to her waist and pull the camisole out of her jeans. They slid underneath and she sucked in her tummy with a gasp as his hands circled her slender waist. They ran up over her ribs to settle on her breasts. She moaned and put her hands over his, pressing them into her breasts. He moved his hands apart and the camisole slid up. She raised her arms and he slid the silky fabric up and over her head. She sat on his lap, gloriously and beautifully bare. Her breasts were the stuff of fantasy. They were very large and very firm. They might begin to sag in a few years unless she wore very good bras, but they had all the firmness of youth now, jutting proudly out from her chest. She had small areolas, two shades darker than the creamy skin of her breasts and small nipples a shade darker still. They looked virginal but incredibly sexy on her slender frame. She felt him reach up and sink his fingers into the incredibly resilient flesh and it made her tremble inside. His palms rubbed over her intensely sensitive nipples and it made her moan as she felt the trembling grow stronger. The feelings he was causing in her breasts sparked through her body, exploding in her pussy and she felt it flood with moisture. She pushed forward to feed him one of the hard little nubs and she groaned deep inside as his lips closed around it. She had never allowed a boy to touch them inside her shirt before. Twice she had let boys feel them outside her shirt and the feeling of being exposed, outside and under the eyes of the boy she had had a crush on for so long was incredibly arousing.

He suckled and laved her breast and nipple with his lips and tongue and she felt something unwinding inside her like a spring. He could feel the trembling now and wondered if she were frightened.

He left off loving her little nipple and looked up at her face. "Everything ok so far, baby?"

She nodded. "Yes, Derrick, don't stop, something's happening. I ... I ... I'm, don't stop; please!"

He returned to the little nipple and she felt a trail of fire across to the other breast. When he took that nipple in the sensations doubled as he gently pinched the first wet little nub. The tension built inside her until there was only the incredible sensation of his tongue and lips and the pulsation inside her pussy. She ground it against him, seeking contact and exploded, her orgasm setting her aflame with passion. Spasms wracked her slender form and she pulled his face into the pliable mound under his lips, shuddering and calling out his name over and over again in a primordial chant. Gradually the trembling went as she began to relax in his arms.

He was looking at her face in awe. "Damn, Jolie; that was the most erotic thing I've ever seen," he said as he kissed each little nub. "You look so gorgeous when you cum. I've never seen a woman orgasm like that before and you have the most fantastic breasts I have ever imagined."

She was limp in his arms with her cheek cuddled against his chest and his hand holding her head, playing with her mop of curls.

"It felt, it felt wonderful, Derrick," she said quietly. "I've never let a boy touch me like that. It doesn't feel that good when I do it. You, this place, wanting to be your girl, it just all came together like this. Can I do it again?"

He laughed. "Maybe not from me just playing with your nipples, but yes, you can cum lots of times. Do you want to?"

She nodded against his chest.

"Turn around with your back to me and sit in my lap again," he told her. She rose gracefully and lay back against his chest. He opened his shirt so that her bare back was against his skin, reaching around to cup her breasts again. He rolled the nipples and squeezed the breasts to points, massaging them and building her excitement again. She felt one hand slide down over the silky skin of her belly and trace his fingers along the waistband of her jeans. She shivered under his touch and felt him open the button and slide her zipper down. His hand slid down under the waistband of her little white lace panties and she felt him tug at the little line of dark curls pointing the way to the treasure below. She giggled as she felt his hand slide lower and she spread her legs so that he could cup his hand around her pussy. She was a little frightened at the sensations that were coursing through her body, but Derrick was very gentle and she trusted him. She leaned back and tilted her head up so that he could kiss her. He claimed her lips and she moaned into his mouth and she felt his index finger part her slick lower lips and slip into her tight channel while the other hand pulled on a little nipple. She had never felt anything so good in her life and she began to writhe under his touch. He gathered her creamy moisture and coated her labia, his fingers dancing over her until they found the hard nubbin of her clitoris. She gasped as he rubbed around the base, teasing up the sides of the little shaft and flicking the tip. When he took it between his fingers and began to masturbate it, the sensations became overwhelming and she went off like a rocket. She felt the waves of sensuality flood through her until she feared she was going to pass out. She felt as if she were falling down a steep slide that had no end. Wave after wave swept through her as she rode his fingers between her thighs until the sensations became painful in their intensity.

She pushed frantically at his hand in her panties and he reluctantly withdrew. "Oh, God, Derrick," she moaned. "Oh, my God; you were killing me. I thought I was going to pass out." She looked up at him and he had a look of tenderness on his face that melted her heart.

"God, you're beautiful, Jolie. I could watch you cum for days."

"I would like to cum for days, but I don't think I'd survive the experience," she said. "That was awesome, Derrick."

"Are you hungry?" he asked her.

"Yes, but more thirsty," she said.

"Let's get a drink and then eat," he said.

She reached for her shirt, but he stopped her. "Jolie, will you do something for me?"

"Yes, what do you want me to do," she asked.

"Just wear the camisole and your panties while we eat," he said. "I can't believe how gorgeous you are and I just want to look at you. I want to see your legs and that delicious butt and watch your breasts jiggle under the camisole. Will that embarrass you?"

"Yes, but I'll do it for you," she said. She stood up and he watched her breasts shake and sway as she pushed her jeans down. Her legs were just as good as he remembered, thinking about her in her little cheerleader uniform. She was in profile and her perfect ass jutted out behind her as she stood up, nearly bare in her little bikini panties. They were all she had on for a moment and he sat, enchanted at the vision she presented with the sunset backlighting her amazing body. Her firm body showed her youth but she was all woman.

She pulled the camisole over her head and her breasts bounced and settled inside the lace and silk. She extended her hand and he allowed her to pull him up. He hugged her nearly naked body to him, feeling her big breasts against his chest and cupping her firm cheeks in his hands. They kissed for a while before he broke off to take her inside. He retrieved the basked and they took it to a table on the opposite deck. There was a cooler compartment inside and he offered her soda and water. She took a bottle of water and drank it quickly. She opened a soda while he spread out a tablecloth and set paper plates and plastic forks down. He got out napkins and several dishes.

He had cold fried chicken, potato salad and baked beans. He sat beside her and they watched the sun set over the trees, her little body snuggled up against his big one and his arm around her shoulders. They went inside and he lit a couple of candles. They sat on a sofa and he petted her, his hand occasionally slipping inside the camisole to fondle a big breast or roll a nipple between his fingers. She was in a constant state of sexual arousal and finally she could stand no more.

"Derrick, you're either going to have to fuck me or take me home, You're driving me insane. This has been quite a day for me. I came for a boy for the first time and then a dozen times after that. I had a wonderful experience helping handicapped children, my boyfriend took me to a treehouse that is our secret. It was a great date. Now you're playing with me and it's making me crazy horny. Do you want to make love or take me home?"

"I don't want to make love if you mean fuck," he told her. "I'm not ready for that with you. I don't think you're ready either. That is for people you're in love with. I really like you and I think you really like me, but I don't either one of us know one another well enough to be in love. Maybe we're off to a good beginning. I've never had this much fun on a date before. You're a special person and I want to keep going out with you. I have an idea though. I'm going to drive you crazy but we'll finish with a big bang, ok?"

"Maybe," she said. "Show me."

She watched as he folded a futon down into a bed. He got a couple of pillows out of a chest and came to the sofa. He picked her up and carried her to the futon like a baby. She watched fascinated as he stripped. Her breath caught at the sight of his erect cock. It was the first she had seen in the flesh and it looked frighteningly enormous. He lay on the futon beside her pulled her on top of him. He lifted the camisole and she raised her arms so he could slip it off. Her excitement was growing and she reached down to take him in her hand.

"I want to see," she said. She spun around and took him in both hands memorizing every texture and shape. "Can I kiss it?" she asked.

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