“Yeah, but what about you? I want to make you feel good too.”
“I do feel good.”
“I don’t think so.” Misty pushed on his shoulder until he lay on his back, and then she climbed on top of him. She began the age-old beat of dry humping.
Gabe moaned. “How did you learn that?”
“You’d be surprised what living with your grandparents will make you resort to.”
He grinned. He didn’t know if Misty was a virgin or not. He hopednot.
It didn’t seem like the right time to ask, so he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations she was creating over his clothed cock. Before long, he had to stop her, or he’d embarrass himself.
“Babe, it’s time to stop.”
Instead of stopping, she sped up and added more pressure.
“Whoa, I’m too close.”
“Go with it. Please,” she begged.
Gabe didn’t really have a choice. His orgasm had already started. Then his climax hit, and he came hard in his tighty-whities.
“Jesus. Why did you…”
She placed a finger over his lips. “Shhh. Now we’re even.”
“Not by a long shot,” he said, then he flipped her onto her back.
She shrieked and giggled. He unzipped her jeans and plunged his hand down over her black panties. He stared at her face as he massaged her covered clit.
Her eyes closed on a moan. Her breathing sped up, and she gripped his bedspread. Her moans became more frequent and soon gave way to a different sound. A strangled cry. He didn’t let up until she screamed, then grabbed his hand, and yanked it out of her jeans.
Finally, her arms fell to her sides, and she panted, relaxing completely. After a few more deep breaths, her eyes fluttered open. “Wow. That was… I mean… Wow.”
Grinning, Gabe propped himself on his elbow. “And you still have your pants on.”
She laughed out loud. “I guess you were right. Lots of feel-good fun was had.”
“Now, I’m going to leave you for a few minutes—to change my pants.”
