The girls fall into their roles. Faith agrees to be my girlfriend, Stacy acts as coach and Donna becomes my practice partner.
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Story:
It was odd to see Faith back at school in her prim and proper uniform with her hair tied back in a ponytail and her face devoid of makeup. She looked so young and innocent compared to the amorous young lady I had met on my date.
It was hard for us to be together without kissing and snogging and doing all the things that teenage lovers do.
It was difficult to find any privacy around school, but there was a narrow, shady, little gap between the gym and the groundsman’s shed where nobody went. It was officially “out of bounds” but we felt brave and stole in there, out of sight of students and staff.
We held eachother and kissed hard on the lips, but ventured no further.
Perhaps we weren’t feeling that brave after all.
I was actually quite nervous. I had to ask her a question and her answer could end our relationship, right then and there…
“Faith, listen. I had a really good time with you on Friday and I wondered if… if you’d like to be my g, girlfriend.”
“Oh? I thought I already was.” She frowned at me.”I wouldn’t have touched you on the cock if I wasn’t would I?”
“Oh, hell. Sorry I didn’t mean…”
“And I don’t let every boy see my bra and rub my tits on their first date either. Who do you think I am?” She made to leave.
“Oh Fay, please don’t go. I was just confused.”
“By what?” she snapped.
“Your bra.”
I sighed, I knew it sounded stupid.
“That pretty pink bra you had on. I knew you wouldn’t have worn it at school so I thought you’d put it on especially for me to see.”
“It was for you, but only if you passed my tests. If you hadn’t passed I wouldn’t have let you see it.”
“Tests?” I was puzzled now. “What tests?”
She looked a little guilty, “Er well, there were two, when we were lying in the grass.”
“Remember when I said you could, you know, touch me? Well you were really gentle and kind. It was really nice.
Most boys just grab at my boobs like I’m a lucky dip, but you made me feel special. Like a woman.”
“You are special.”
“Thanks. And the other test was when you started to unbutton my blouse.”
“Yes, and I stopped.”
“I know, but you didn’t complain or sulk or get angry and call me a “cocktease” or anything like that. I asked you to stop and you did. You respected me and I knew I could trust you.”
“You passed my tests so I let you take me into the woods and do all those naughty things with me.
No one else has ever done anything like that.
So yes, of course, I think I’m your girlfriend.”
“Then I’m honoured to be your boyfriend.” It sounded quite pompous, but it felt appropriate at the time.
We kissed again with a little more passion this time, but still holding back – we both had lessons to go to in a few àminutes time.
Faith broke our embrace. “Well “boyfriend”, there’s something I want you to do before our next date.”
“Of course. Anything.”
“I need you to meet my parents.
I can’t keep telling them I’m listening to music in Wendy’s bedroom when I’m getting my tits squeezed in the woods with you.”
“I suppose so…” I wasn’t too keen on the idea.
“Well, I hate lies and it’s not fair to Wendy, so if you want another date…”
“When should I come round?”
She has made a very persuasive argument…
————–
I was, naturally, apprehensive about meeting my girlfriend’s parents.
I hadn’t even been on a date before last week, so this was all new to me. Faith told me that it would be okay. She had taken a couple of other boys home to meet them before and she said they’d been cool with it.
But I wasn’t so sure. I wasn’t just a lad in her class – a boy of her own age, who’s parents they new.
I was a stranger, an older boy who had just appeared in their darling daughter’s life.
It wasn’t too bad though. Her mum and dad both thanked me for rescuing Faith and getting her to the nurse when the other boys had pushed her down the stairs.
Faith and Wendy had told them all about it and made me sound quite heroic. It was a bit more than I deserved but it earned me lots of boyfriend points – after all I’d proved that I was reliable and sensible and I cared about their daughter’s wellbeing.
Her dad said he hoped I would always treat Faith with so much consideration. That made her squirm with embarrassment and earned him a dirty look from his wife, but I knew what he meant and he was right to say it.
We had burgers, chips and beans for tea. Faith’s mum thought it was the sort of thing boys liked and the fast food chains hadn’t yet programmed us all to believe that a burger on a bun qualified as a meal in its own right!
She served up ice cream for “afters” too. I was touched by her kindness and offered to help wash up. I suppose that earned me even more points.
We watched TV together a while afterwards until Faith said she had some homework to do and asked “Would it be okay if (I) went up to her room to help her with it?”
Her mum nodded, “Of course… Usual rules?”
“Yes, thanks mum.”
I don’t know whether her bedroom was always tidy or if it had just been smartened up for my benefit, but everything was in its proper place, without any clothes, shoes or rubbish lying around. Not like my bedroom at all.
“What was that about rules?” I asked.
“Oh, no big deal. I’m only allowed boys in my room with mum or dad’s permission and the door has to stay open.”
“I suppose that’s sensible,” I shrugged. It sounded like we’d just be doing homework after all.
“Yeah. Dad won’t bother us, but mum will come upstairs and pretend to use the loo in about 20 minutes time, so she can check we’re behaving ourselves.
Anyway, I could do with some help with this science homework.”
I was happy to help. I’d done the same exercises two years earlier and I didn’t think they were too difficult then. They were an absolute sinch the second time around.
“Mum” did “pop up up to use the loo”, as Faith had predicted and “put her head round the door to check we were okay”. We told her we were fine and it didn’t take us much longer to complete the homework.
We had about 15 minutes left before I’d have to go home.
We were unlikely to be disturbed.
What could we possibly do?
“I want to show you something,” my girlfriend had a plan.
She pulled back her bed sheets and revealed a range of enticing feminine under garments.
“Which one would you like me to wear for next date? You can choose!”
My cock swelled. There was no doubt about what she wanted us to do on our date.
I surveyed the delicious array of flimsy, skimpy, scraps of silk and lace, laid out in matching pairs of knickers and bras. I imagined seeing my beautiful girlfriend clad in each of them.
She would be dressed to please me and me alone.
Near naked… and maybe soon to be completely naked.
I would love to see her in any of them. How could I possibly choose?
“They’re all lovely.” I told her. “You’ll look beautiful in any of them. Which is the newest?”
“The cream ones. I bought them on Saturday, after our date. I thought you’d like them.”
“I do. They’re very grown up and the colour will look really good on you.”
“Yes! Oh, good. I hoped you’d pick those. The bra’s a push-up , if you know what that is. You’ll love it.”
“So you’ll definitely wear it then?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Well, I’ll be checking!” I teased.
I would have liked to have seen her model it for me, but that would have been a stupid risk with the door open. Instead we spent a few precious minutes kissing on my girlfriend’s bed.
I didn’t attempt to take her clothes off but she let me put a hand under her blouse and then under her bra.
Skin to skin for the first time. My finger tip on her hardened nip.
Something I’d never forget.
I wanted us to make more memories.
We just had a arrange a parent – free date, and soon.
————–
Once again my parents were out for the evening, using my 19 year old sister Stacy as a free “babysitting service” to look after me and my younger sister, 12 year old Donna.
It was fine.
We did as Stacy said and she treated us like grown ups.
“So Dan, have sorted out yout next date yet.” she asked.
“Yeah, School disco, next week.”
“Danny’s got a girlfriend! Danny’s got a girlfriend!” Donna chanted, trying to tease me. She could still act like a kid at times despite her increasingly adult body.
“Don’t be silly.” Stacy chided. “It won’t be long until you’re going out on dates too!”
“Do want any more tips before the big day or do you think you’ve got it all sorted?” she asked.
I wanted to tell her that I was a grown man and knew how to handle a woman but we both knew that wasn’t true.
“Well there are a couple of things, if you’re not too busy, you know…”
“Okay, give me a minute to get changed. I don’t think Faith’s going to wear a sweatshirt and jeans to the disco, is she?”
I’d never even been to a disco before so I had idea what my girlfriend might wear (apart from her undies) but I’d be more than happy if dressed like Stacy was when she returned to the lounge. A bright pink cut-off tee shirt that showed her bare midriff and a playful short green skirt. I’m sure she had nice shoes too, but I wasn’t interested in those, was I?
“Is this okay?”
“Oh yes.”
“Good. Well you can start by doing what we did last time.”
“Kissing?”
“Yes, kissing, then feeling me up and getting my top off. You haven’t forgotten have you?” Stacy giggled.
Donna sat down to watch the show – wide eyed.
I was quite self conscious about kissing “on demand”, in front of my little sister. She laughed at us, of course, but Stacy told her to “shut up”, or she’d send her to bed. That seemed to do the trick.
It felt forced and unnatural, but Stacy kissed me back, like she meant it, putting my hands up her bare waist. Before I knew it they were sloding up under her loose fitting top, clawing at the juicy tits trapped behind her bra.
I pulled the brief shirt up towards her chin and she raised her arms, compliently to allow me to strip it from her body.
I heard Donna gasp behind me as my big sister’s near naked breasts were revealed to us both.
I was sure she had chosen the bra deliberately, for my benefit. Push up and see through, it made her juicy boobs look even bigger and rudely displayed their dark round nipples.
It was designed to delight men and I was delighted indeed.
Stacy smiled generously, pleased that I was enjoying her gift. “Keep squeezing them – they’ll get lonely.”
I did.
I didn’t care whether Donna was watching or not. I squeezed and kissed her melons like there was no tomorrow.
“You can get them out, if you like?”
She knew I “would like”.
I eased the cups down like I had tried to with Faith, in the woods. Nobody told me to “stop” this time and the twin peaks were quickly exposed and pointing straight at me
“You could pull it down like that if you were in a hurry or scared of getting caught.” was Stacy’s advice, “but you ought to learn how to take a girl’s bra off.”
She turned round, recupping her beasts. “There’s a catch. Can you see?”
“Yes, it looks like a hook and eye thing.”
“Okay, well just undo it?”
I fiddled a bit, but it wasn’t too tricky. She made me refasten it and undo it again a few more times, encouraging me to remember where I put my fingers and how I manipulated the two sides. I didn’t understand why she was making such a big deal of it all, until she turned to face me again.
“Now reach round and do it again.” She grinned at me.
“How? That’s impossible! I can’t even see what I’m doing.”
“A lot of boys think that!
It’s a real turn on when you get a guy who knows how to do it. You just need practice.”
I took up her challenge.
Pressing my chest against hers to reach around.
She told me take off my shirt.
That felt great. My bare chest against her (almost) bare chest.
It didn’t take me long to release the clasp, but Stacy said it didn’t count because I’d looked over her shoulder!
So, I practiced more and eventually I started to master the technique, peeling her bra away to leave her totally topless.
It was the greatest achievement of my young life and I didn’t mind when my big sister slipped her bra back on so I could enjoy the experience again and again!
“You’re getting really good,” she told me. “Fun isn’t it?”
“Oh yeah!!!”
“With a bit more practice you’ll be able to do it with one hand. Like a pro!”
“One hand. That really is impossible!”
“No it’s not, John can do it,” she whispered, boasting about her boyfriend’s skills. “You just need a girl to practice with.”
“Anyway,” she got up to leave. “It’s time I made supper.”
She gave Donna a wink.
My little sister sprang into life.
“Oh yes!
I’m a girl!
I can help!
I wear a bra!
You can practice on me if you like!
Go on!”
She jumped up before me, as excited as a kid on Christmas morning.
“Okay.” I grinned at her enthusiasm, “but you’ll have to take your dress off first.”
“No, no. You’re the boy. You have to do it for me!”
I went to step behind her, but I was sharply corrected. “From the front!”
I did as I was told, reaching behind her neck and drawing the zipper down to the small of her back.
She stood still and silent, awaiting my next move.
I slipped her summer dress from her slender shoulders and allowed it drop to the floor leaving my little sister in nothing more than her bra and panties
She was pleased that she’d got some nice ones on. Soft and peachy (like her bum). She gave me a twirl. “You like?” she asked unnecessarily.
“Oh yes I like.” I smiled, “but that top is going to have to come off!”
“Oooh, well only if you can do it with one hand! I’ll let you squeeze my tits if you can do it!”
That seemed like a good deal and I set about my task whole heartedly.
We were both hoping that I’d be successful and it took me about half a dozen attempts, but my fumblings finally paid off.
We both cheered when her bra hit the floor and my hands claimed her boobs. They weren’t as impressive as Stacy’s and they didn’t feel as big as Faith’s, but boobs were boobs and my little sister was giving me hers! I loved her for it and it was obvious she was loving it too.
“Again! Again!” she cried, pulling her bra back on.
I didn’t take long to release the clasp for a second time and my third attempt was even quicker.
Stacy came into the room with our supper to find me delighting in my prize, fondling thoroughly and caressing keenly.
“He did it,” Donna gasped, “he getting really quick and I helped, didn’t I?”
“Yes you were a great help.” I told her.
Donna didn’t bother to dress and remained topless, as we ate. Stacy left her shirt off too, giving me a long lingering view of tits in their transparent bra. So I left my shirt off too, anything else would have seemed silly.
“So,” said Stacy once supper had been cleared away, “you know how to get Faith’s tits out, now what are you going to do with them?”
It sounded like a trick question, “Well squeeze them, of course.”
“Okay you’ve shown us both that you know how to do that.”
“Yes, it was really nice.” Donna added eagerly.
“So, what else do you want to do with them?”
“Er, kiss them?” I didn’t know where my big sister was trying to go with this.
“Yes you certainly kissed mine. Has he kissed yours too Don?”
“Yes, but can do it again if he wants…”
“What else do boys do with their girlfriends’ tits if they’re lucky to get them out?
Come on think.
What are a woman’s boobs for anyway?”
I was at a loss and stared, blankly.
“Well sucking, of course!
Don’t they teach you boys anything!
Tits are for sucking aren’t they?”
“Oh you want me to suck your tits!”
“No. No Dan. YOU want to suck FAITH’S tits! Well I suppose you do, every boy I’ve ever been with has been dying to suck mine!”
“Oh God yes. How stupid of me. Are you… will you… let me do that with you?”
“Well only if you really want to,” she said sarcastically, “I mean don’t let me force you, I just thought you might like to learn how to do it so you don’t look like a giggling idiot, if your girlfriend offers you the chance.”
“Yeah, sure.” I tried to regain my composure. “What do I have to do?”
“Well you need to get this bra off first, don’t you. Just one hand though, like Donna taught you.”
My hand trembled a bit, now that the stakes had been raised, but I didn’t take too long and Stacy said I was almost as good as John, which was nice.
“Now what I asked,” helplessly.
“It’s not difficult just start by kissing. Kiss them as much as you like.”
“Mmm yes, that feels nice.” she encouraged my efforts, “You can lick a bit too if you want. I like it on my nipples.”
“Very good. Now feel that one with your hand while you kiss and lick the other… that’s it.”
Stacy continued her instruction and complimented me on my novice ministrations. She might have just been trying to be nice, but her deep breathing and reddening breasts suggested that she was experiencing sexual pleasure. I know I was…
“Now then,” she gasped, “just open your mouth wider over my nipple and h, h, hhh, yes, that’s right, s, suck it into your mouth.
Oh yes, that’s it. Harder, get as much in as you can. Ooooh yeah, good boy, well done.”
It was amazing. Her big tit sealed itself against my lips as though they were made for each other. I loved its feel in mouth as I fondled her free tit, taking control of both of them like it was my manly right and duty.
“Do the other one,” begged the girl in my mouth.
I licked my way across, grazing her nipple with my teeth as I released her tit.
“Oh fuck, where did you learn to do that?”
It was a happy accident, but something I would remember to do from now on. I captured her other nip and inhaled it, sealing her body against mine once more.
My hands and mouth swapped position again and again as I pleasured her tits grazed her nips.
It was my new favourite game and Stacy was loving it too, her breathing was deeper and ragged and her language was getting filthy – words I never thought I’d hear her say!
She started to squirm and become agitated
“Oh fuck. Fuck no. Stop. That’s enough. Get off me!”
I pulled away, of course.
Her tits were wet and shiny with my spittle. Her nipples engorged from my suction and pulling her ruddy breasts into excited cones.
Stacy took a deep breath, “Time for bed,” she said, “That’s enough for tonight. That’s, that’s very good Dan.”
“Aaaaaaaw,” Donna whined. “Do we have to? I wanted to help Dan practice a bit more.”
“Okay.” She was never to strict about our bed times. “If you go up now, you can have half an hour to “practice” and then it’s bed. Deal?”
She rolled her eyes. What had she started?
Donna grabbed my hand to sprint up to bed but I told her to “hang on”.
I turned to Stacy, “We haven’t kissed goodnight.”
“But we don’t kiss goodni…”
I interrupted her with two little pecks on her tits.
“Goodnight Stace. You’re a great teacher.”
“Goodnight.” She sighed, shaking her head. And don’t forget to take your clothes up with you!”
We gathered our discarded clothes and rushed up to my room. Donna wasted no time diving onto my bed and offering up her boobs for my hungry mouth.
I gave her the full treatment.
She might have been younger than Stacy but she wanted it just as much, sighing and giggling her way through the whole adventure.
Her tits were smaller, of course, but they were the perfect size to fit me snuggly – one in my hand and one in my mouth. I felt like I possessed her and she reacted like a woman possessed.
“Wow, that feels amazing. It feels like my boobs are growing. Huge.”
I chuckled. “Nice. Maybe it’ll make them grow for real.:
“Maybe, hut it’s, it’s not just my boobs. It makes feel really nice in my… well in my panties.”
I chuckled again. It seemed funny that I could make her feel good down there without even touching it, but my cock was throbbing too, so maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised.
I worked both tits, with a passion, just taking a little break to kiss her on the lips when she began to writhe and rub her pussy.
We would have played all night if Stacy hadn’t shouted up that it was time for bed.
Before Donna and I said our “Goodnights” I thanked her for helping me “practice”.
She told me to close my eyes.
“You won’t believe how much fun I had.” She took my hand and pulled it down below her legs. She shuffled her knickers down and pressed my fingers into the gusset. It was wet, coated with a thick liquid , like custard. “What’s that?” I asked her.
“That’s how good you made me feel! I think Stace felt the same, that’s why she made us go up to bed so quickly! Oh, er you can open your eyes now…”
“Oh, I never knew I could do that.”
“Are you going to do it with Faith?” she asked shyly.
“Yes, if she’ll let me. I haven’t even seen her boobs yet.”
“Well you’ve seen mine and if I was your girlfriend I’d let you see my them and suck them and squeeze them and do anything you wanted to them.”
“I know” I told her, “but sisters can’t be girlfriends can they?”
“Well, I think that’s a silly rule!”
I smiled sympathetically, “Yes, but you can still help me practice.”
She kissed me once more.
“Yes please. Any time you want…”
