I nodded.
“At the party I guess I got scared that you might not like me the way I liked you. So I said what I did when I introduced you.” She paused and drew a deep, shuddering breath. “And then tonight. I had fun with you all day, even though I barely saw you… I knew you were with me, if that makes sense.”
“It does.”
“But then I panicked and thought you might not like my family or something. So I said that stupid thing about the ring.”
“It wasn’t entirely stupid. I thought it was kinda cute, actually.”
“You did?”
“Mmm hmm.
“But you didn’t think it was cute what I said at the party.”
“Um… no. I thought you were moving way too fast.”
She nodded. “I wanna take it slow too. I just forget sometimes.”
“That’s okay. I do too.” I rested a hand on her knee. “Do you think it’d be moving too fast if I kissed you?” She shook her head, so I followed through.
“And I think we’ll be okay if we make out a little.”
“I’d like that.”
“Do you mind if we do it under the blankets? I’m freezing.”
“Oh my gosh! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well, we were having such a good talk, and…” I shrugged. We stood, and I had a sudden idea. I gestured at her pajamas. “Are you wearing anything underneath?”
She thought about it for a long time before she nodded.
I reached for the top button of her pajama top. I gave her a silent three-count before I started unbuttoning it. It was weird because it was made for a man and the opposite of what I was used to. She wore a light silk camisole underneath. She shivered from more than the cool air when I peeled the flannel away.
She stood very still as I reached to her waist and untied the knot in the drawstring. The pajama pants fell off her slim hips as soon as I let go. She stepped out of them and looked down. She wanted to cover herself but kept her hands at her sides instead.
I took off my own shirt and studied her silently. Her panties matched the camisole. They weren’t anything fancy, but they weren’t everyday cotton either.
“Scrawny, I know,” she said.
“I was thinking ‘beautiful.’” I lifted her face for a kiss.
She leaned into me and sighed.
After a moment I gestured for her to climb under the covers. I joined her and pulled them over us. I held my weight off her, but our bodies still touched at every point.
“Oh my gosh,” she said softly. “You are cold.”
“And you’re a little furnace.”
“I told you, I’m hot-natured. I think it’s my metabolism.”
“And I think it’s your pent-up sexual energy.”
She laughed softly. “You do, do you?”
“Mmm hmm.” I kissed her, long and deep. “I think we should work some of it out.”
“You don’t think that’s moving too fast?”
“Do you?”
“Kiss me again and we’ll see.”
I did.
“Still couldn’t tell,” she said. “You’d better—”
I kissed her again.
“Nope. Not quite sure. Be—”
I kissed her hard and rested my hand on her stomach. She squeaked when I slid it under the camisole and cupped her bare breast. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“How about now?” I said at last. “Too fast? Too slow? Just right?”
“The last. Just right.”
I kissed her again and we began making out. She moaned into my mouth as I teased and twisted her nipples. We were both breathing heavier after several minutes.
“I think it’s time for you to meet someone,” I said.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
“Mmm hmm. Open my boxers. There’s a button on the fly.” I tried not to show how surprised I was at how quickly she found and opened it. “Good.
Now take out my cock.”
Her strong fingers found my shaft and pulled it out.
I groaned softly and had to fight down the urge to fuck her then and there.
“He’s so hard,” she whispered.
“He likes you. A lot.” I chuckled at a thought. “Have you thought of a name for him?”
She grinned guiltily.
“Oh? What?”
“Good Thing.”
My forehead creased, and I finally had to admit that I didn’t get it.
“You know… good things come in small packages.”
“Ha! That’s good.”
“No, it’s a Good Thing.”
“And you’re a small package?”
“Of course.”
“Hmm… I’d better check.”
“Wha—? Oh! Oh… oh.”
I slid my hand further into her panties and felt her pubic hair. It was soft and springy and parted easily when I ran my middle finger down her cleft. I watched her reaction as I teased her gently and spread her moisture.
She looked at me steadily and swallowed hard, but that was it. I pushed the tip of my finger between her labia. They slid apart, so I probed her opening. She finally closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose.
I gently slid my finger into her, up to the second knuckle. Then I moved it back and forth, which made her whimper.
“It is a small package,” I said softly. “Hot, too. And very slippery.”
She moistened her lips and nodded. Her fingers tightened around my cock.
“Spread your legs.”
She did.
We made out as I slowly finger-fucked her. I tried to insert a second finger but she tensed up, so I switched and used my index finger until it was wet with her juices too. I found the hard little bead of her clit and began moving my fingertips over it in small circles.
She gasped and arched her back.
After several minutes I whispered, “Are you going to come for me?”
She nodded.
I kissed her brow and down to her ear. “You make me come every time I jerk off.”
She moaned softly and began rocking her hips. After a minute or two she squeaked and went rigid. I slid my middle finger inside her and crooked the tip against her G-spot. Her back arched, so I wiggled my finger inside her and pressed her clit with the heel of my palm.
She squeaked again and tried to squirm away, until I released the pressure on her clit but left my finger inside her. She slowly sagged to the cot and stared up at me wide-eyed. Her nostrils flared as she caught her breath.
“The first of many,” I said.
Danny called quietly from the door when he returned. Christy stirred in my arms but didn’t wake completely.
“I’m awake,” I said to him, and he emerged from the house. In a soft voice I added, “I’ll make sure she gets back.”
He nodded and began taking off his clothes. “Dunno why I even bothered to put ’em back on,” he said. “Whole house is asleep.”
“Did you have a good time?”
“You were right. Two hours was definitely better.”
I chuckled.
“You going running in the morning?” His watch beeped.
“Probably.”
“Wake me if I’m not already awake. I’ll go with you.”
“Roger that.”
He pulled the covers over him and rolled over.
I hugged Christy and kissed the top of her head. She fit perfectly in the curve of my body. My cock was limp but still sticking out of my boxers. Her thighs were soft and warm where it touched her. Part of me wanted to pull her panties aside and fuck her slowly, but she wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready, for that matter. The little head disagreed and began swelling in anticipation.
I decided to wake her before my willpower deserted me completely. I slid my hands under the thin silk of her camisole and cupped her breast. I gently toyed with her nipple, which immediately grew stiff.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she mumbled.
“It’s a parting fondle.”
“Time to go back to my room?”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“Don’ wanna.”
I grinned. “I don’t want you to either. But rules are rules. Besides, if your dad caught us…”