Schoolgirl and College Boy Pt. 1

She looked up at me with her big, beautiful brown eyes and I knew there was no way I could say no. Her question was, &#034Would you mind showing me around the campus?&#034 My old high school business teacher had asked me to come back and say a few things about college to her classes. One girl, Tiffany, came up to after her class ended. When I first laid eyes on her, she was already nearly at her seat. She was wearing a plain gray T-shirt and and khaki shorts that ended just above her knees. Her dark brown skin was a shock to my senses among the white farmers that populated my school. I had asked the class to go around and introduce themselves just so I could know her name. When it was her turn to introduce herself she said, &#034Hi, I’m Tiffany. My f****y just moved here and I’m a sophomore.&#034 Her soft voice seemed to touch all of my sense. I said thank you and continued on.
After she asked me to show her around, I asked her if she wanted my number. She seemed taken aback and was unable to answer for a beat. &#034Umm… yeah, I’d like that.&#034 As she said that, a beautiful, shy smile creeped across her face. I grabbed a scrap piece of paper nearby and wrote down my phone number.
&#034Here you go, Tiffany. You better not text me too much,&#034 I said with a wink. She said thank you and walked away. Her hair was braided and some of her braids were pulled back and tied behind her head. She wore glasses with a thin, black frame. Out from her shirt stuck two medium-sized lumps that seemed to defy gravity. As she walked away, I got a good look at her backside. Her khaki shorts were by no means loose on her tight body. Her ass, though not small, was a perky pack of flesh that jiggled ever so slightly with each step. Knowing how racist most everyone at my school was, I could only wonder what sort of taunting she endured on a daily basis.
Later that night, I was sitting at home when my phone buzzed. I looked at my phone and it just displayed a phone number. The text read, “Hey is this Doug? It’s Tiffany”
I texted back with, “Hey Tiffany! This is Doug!”
“Oh good. I was nervous.”
“Don’t be. So what’s up?”
“Nothing really. Just bored.”
“Well that’s no good. What can we do about that?”
“Hmm… I don’t know. Got any ideas?”
“Maybe a few. But not with you so far away.”
“I wouldn’t mind changing that. Wanna come over?”
“And do what? Hang out with your parents?”
“They’re gone for the week. I’m home alone. I was thinking we could watch a movie or something?”
“That sounds wonderful! I’ll be right over”
About a half hour later, I pulled into her driveway. Her house was nestled in the woods (like everyone else’s house). I had a bottle of wine in the passenger seat. I wasn’t sure if I should bring it in or not. I decided to leave it knowing I could get it later if I wanted to.
I made it to the door and knocked. After the second knock, the door swung open. There stood Tiffany. I flashed a smile at her and said, “I’ve been meaning to ask you Tiffany, how tall are you?”
She giggled and said, the question should be, “How short am I? I’m about 4’11. But I’m still young so maybe that’ll change.”
I put my hand on her shoulder and said, “I wouldn’t change it for the world; you’re perfect just like this.” That same shy smile magically appeared on my face and she invited me in. She was wearing gray cotton shorts that ended just before getting to the spot where her ass stops and her legs begin. A thin white tanktop barely held back the young, perky breasts that I could not stop thinking about.
She said to me, “I’d offer you wine but my mom would notice that some was gone.”
“You know, Tiffany… I happen to have some white wine in the car. Would you like me to get it?” She said yes and I ran out and got it. When I came back inside, Tiffany was gone. I asked, raising my voice a hair, “Tiffany?”
“I’m up here! Just getting the TV ready! Come on up!” I looked in the cupboard until I found two wine glasses. With those and the bottle in hand, I flew upstairs and went to the room where I could hear a TV.
When I entered the room, I was not prepared for what I saw. She was on her bed and she was still wearing the shorts and tanktop but she had added a few pieces to her outfit. She had on black pumps and white knee socks that made my dick strain against my jeans. “I asked some girls that I know you slept with and they said you had a foot fetish and that you love knee socks and high heels. I don’t have any high heels so I borrowed my mom’s they’re a little too big though since they’re a size 7.”
I responded, “Well I won’t tell if you won’t. Mind if I join you there?” She nodded her head and then pulled the blankets back. I sat the two glasses down on her desk and pulled a bottle opener out of my pocket. Wine bottle opened, I poured a wine into both glasses.
I laid down in her bed and said, “Would you like some wine now, Tiffany?” She said yes and I handed her a glass. Her delicate light brown hands cupped the glass that looked massive next to her small frame. She took a few small sips and then handed the glass back to me. Right when I set it down, I could feel her press her little body against mine. I held my arm up and she laid her head on my chest.
A few scenes into the movie, she put her leg over top both of mine. “Doug, you can’t be comfortable in those jeans.”
I replied back, “Yeah, so?”
“Well here, let me help you.” She reached her delicate, small hands down underneath the blanket and undid the button and zipper on my jeans. With seemingly all her strength, she pulled on my jeans and they came off. “There, that must be much more comfortable,” she said as she laid her head back on my chest and looked up at me.
I replied, “Yes it is,” and smiled while pulling her tighter to me. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she reached up and kissed me. It was a kiss I was not at all expecting. Long and passionate, her tongue darted into my mouth and stayed there for several seconds, wrapping itself around my tongue. “Well, that was something.”
“I… I’m sorry.”
“No, no. That’s not what I meant. I really liked it. In fact, I liked it so much…” I pulled her on top of me, put on one hand on her lower back and the other one on the back of her neck. She looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes and smiled. Not the shy smile I’ve seen before but one that stretched from ear to ear. She used her legs to shimmy up my torso so her face was right in front of mine. She closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss me again.
I slid my hand down her back and cupped her small, firm ass. I heard her moan and then she drove her hips into me. “Doug, I want you to be my first. You’re just, so handsome and charming. Will you please?”
I put on a fake thinking face and said, “Hmm… let me think about that Tiffany… Of course!” She smiled a huge smile and kissed me.
“But first, we have to get these shoes off of you.” She leaned back and stuck her legs straight out towards me. Once I got both shoes off, I started to slowly kiss her feet.
“You actually like my feet?”
“Of course, I do. Look at them. They’re so tiny and cute. Everything about you is tiny and cute.” She rolled up towards me and kissed me. She put her small hands on the back of my neck.
“Doug, I got this weird feeling when I walked into class today and I saw you. It was like a tingling right below my stomach. It felt really nice. I’m feeling it again, now.
“That just means you’re turned on, baby. Here, this will help.” I gently pushed her off of me and got on my side so we were facing each other. I ran one hand through her hair and with the other hand, I started to pull her shorts down. Once I pulled her shorts down, I saw her panties, I started to get very impatient. She was wearing white panties that were hello kitty themed. I noticed that there was a darker spot right where her pussy was.
“OK baby, do you trust me?” She looked up at me and nodded. “Good, sweetie. Now, just roll over.” Once she rolled over, I said to her, “Now scoot back and spoon me, baby.” She looked back and smiled at me. She pushed her tight little ass back against my hard dick and I heard her let out a soft moan. She laid her head down on my arm and slipped her fingers in between mine.
Once she was settled in, I took my free hand and started to tickle my way down her flat stomach. As I moved down her lower stomach, I could feel her grip tighten on my hand. My hand slipped under her panties and I ran my fingers along the smooth, hairless skin just outside her tight, virgin cleft. There was a sharp inhale and her hand reached back and started pulling my hair. “Does that feel good, baby?”
In between her heavy breaths she managed to say, “Yes.” She turned her face up to me and pulled me towards her. She embraced me and slipped her tongue into my mouth. While we were kissing, I lightly traced a finger across her heretofore unviolated clitoris. The moment my finger made contact, I felt Tiffany’s teeth bite down on my bottom lip.
Listen, honey. I want you to just lay here, OK? I’ll take care of you, baby.” I sat up and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. I pulled it up over her head to expose her young, perfect chest. “No bra, you were really hoping for this weren’t you?” I started to suck on her left breast, while fondling her right one. She started to let out a low moan and grind her hips into me. I switched my mouth to the other breast. I started to kiss down her torso. Her young stomach was so perfectly flat. I kissed down past her waist. I started to kiss her virgin pussy through her now soaked panties. This drove her over the edge. She pulled my face into her and I felt her legs wrap around my back.
I bit the very bottom of her panties and pulled them off of her. Once I got back up to her perfect mound, I took a breath to savor the moment. I started to kiss all around her thighs. Slowly, I moved my mouth towards her wet pussy. I dragged my tongue across her clit and it was if a bolt of electricity shot through her. And that set me off. I slipped my tongue inside her and went to town. When my tongue needed a break I would french kiss her virgin opening. Her breathing got heavier and heavier. Her moans got louder and louder. In a second, she was pulling my hair and squeezing my head with her thighs. And then a second later, her body went limp. I kissed her a few more times, and then moved back up.
I was above her and she opened her eyes back up. She took my head in her hands and kissed me. And then she started to kiss my all around my face. Especially my beard, where her delicious juice was still wet on my face. “So baby, are you ready?”
“Yes, I am. I want you inside me so bad. I want to know what it feels like.”