If Billy noticed the other boy's hand, he didn't react.If Billy noticed the other boy's hand, he didn't react. Instead, Cheryl felt his hand high on her leg, slowly moving up her thigh until it came to rest between her legs. There she felt Billy slowly start to caress her through the course jean material. Cheryl's mind began to race. She wasn't sure she was ready for all of this but she really didn't know how to go about stopping it. The idea of having sex was both exciting and frightening, the idea of doing what the girls she had seen doing, sucking on guy's cocks with their mouths, was terrifying. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Billy grab her hand and urge her to the floor below. As she slid from the couch, the other guy who had been feeling her breast gave it one last firm squeeze, sending a chill of almost pleasant pain through Cheryl's body. Cheryl began to lay down on the floor but Billy stopped her and began to undo her belt. Cheryl thought to herself that this was going to be it, if she let him do this, she would have let go of all control. She allowed him to loosen her belt and unhook her jeans. Lifting herself a bit, she felt Billy's hands work the tight slacks down her hips and off of her legs. Now laying there clad only in her panties and loosened bra and shirt, Cheryl felt herself wanting to cry and run out of the house. But things had gone much to far for that, and she didn't want anyone there to think of her as only a child. She wanted Billy to like her and, because she was terribly afraid that he wouldn't if she didn't go along, she let him proceed. Billy lay almost on top of her and began to kiss her, thrusting his tongue deep inside of her mouth. She felt his hands roving over her body, cupping and lightly squeezing her breasts, running across her stomach and laying gently between her legs. Slowly she felt his head leaving her face and, gingerly licking her neck, move down and again take a nipple into his mouth. |