I closed my eyes and leaned in, letting Steve's lips meet mine. We exchanged a few short pecks, then our lips met and our tongues invaded each other's mouths. I had never made out with anyone before, and my first time was with Steve Farber? I could almost laugh at the injustice of that. And, despite that injustice... I loved this. The smell of him, the feel of his stubble on my soft face, the way his arm felt around me.
He pulled back, and I looked up into his eyes, panting slightly. He still had that smirk of his. "That was nice," he said.
I nodded. "It was." I hated myself for saying that.
"No reason for the nice things to stop, right?" he asked, his hand moving to touch my bare shoulder, then sliding down. I knew what he was doing, going for the clasp on my borrowed bra. I could have stopped him.
I didn't.
He unclasped my bra and I could instantly feel the shift in how my boobs sat. Slightly less supported with my shoulders still through the straps. He kissed me again, shoving his tongue into my mouth and wrestling with mine. His hands moved to my top and started pulling it up. He stopped our make out long enough to tug it off. We went back to it and he pulled my bra off, tossing it to the ground as well. He pushed me onto my back and we continued making out. I felt him move his hands, struggling with something, then they moved to my chest. Him playing with my tits felt so much better than when I had done it. His hands were so strong, and the way he squeezed them...
My eyes shot open as I felt something rub against the crotch of my yoga pants. I pulled away and glanced down, seeing his unbuttoned jeans pulled slightly down, his boxers tented by his dick that was poking into me. Seeing it there, so close to my pussy, only a few layers of cloth away from it...
"What do you wanna do, babe?" Steve asked, getting off me and moving so that he stood in front of where I lay on the couch. His dick was hard, pointed at me. I...
I wanted it. Needed it.
I reached forward and touched it though his boxers. It felt so hard and warm. Had mine felt like this? If so, it solved the mystery of what girls saw in dicks. There was something... alluring about it. I rubbed it through his boxers, then looked up at him.
"It won't bite, babe."
I rolled my eyes, then tugged his boxers down. They caught on his dick, then it sprang free. it had to be about 8 inches, and a dribble of pre-cum was already there on the tip. I gripped it, my small hand wrapped around it, and ran my thumb along the tip, spreading the fluid around. God, why was this so... fun? I had been a guy this morning. I shouldn't like this. Could Tiff's DNA do this? Could it really have such an effect?
"I can use my hand myself, babe. Yours is softer, but..." He pried my hand off his dick, and it felt so empty to not be holding it. He pushed forward, poking my face with his cock. I could feel the pre-cum leaking onto my cheek, the hardness as he slapped it against me and rubbed it against my lips. I opened them and the tip went in, followed by more and more of it. I expected to gag, to start choking, but it never happened. "You and Tiff are both great at this. Must run in the family."
I nodded, starting to bob back and forth on his dick. Why did it taste so good? It felt so good in my mouth, and...
"You wanna keep going with this, or move on to the main course?" Steve asked.
I considered my options, and chose...
