A step back in time.
The Hit Parade show was on, Janet, and her future husband Tommy were not watching it. They were on the couch, in each others arms, making out. Janet's poodle skirt was up high enough to show her calf and knee. Tom's hand was trying to move it higher, her hand pushed his down. "Tommy," she whispered. He's been hearing her whisper his name all night. He removed his hand, kissing her, loving her sighs. In a few moments, his hand will try again.
It was a battle of wills for the last month. "Only a few more days," she always said, when he tried so hard. It was important to her to keep her virginity until the wedding night.
He loved her with all his heart, extremely beautiful. Long dark hair, usually tied back in a ponytail, like tonight. Striking dark eyes, small straight nose, thin lips.
Tom respected her wish to wait, but his will crumbled last month. Her parents had a pool party, seeing Janet in a bikini stole that will.
Janet felt more then stirrings in her body, she knew her own need. She wanted him in the worst way. Ever since the pool party, her will crumbled too. She saw Tom in a new way, not because he was dressed only in a bathing suit. She saw how excited he was, her eyes saw the bulge he quickly tried to hide, by sitting down. Her blush spread throughout her body, she dived in the pool to cool down.
It worked, until that night though, he showed her how to french kiss.
Ever since that nigh, Janet barely held him back. Barely, because she too, was so close to saying yes.
She let his hand go under her skirt, warmth from his touch. She pressed her breasts onto his chest. Kissing very openly, she loved french kissing. When his fingers touched the end of her panties, she half heartily moved back out of his reach. " Just a few more days," she whispered.
Two hours later, she was no longer saying, just a few more days. She gave in to his idea, if they went to his bedroom. Tom lived in his own apartment, the door was locked, but in his room, she would.
Tom gave her a dazzling smile as he closed the bedroom door. His blue eyes turning darker. Her nervousness leaving as he kissed her. She unbuttoned his shirt, the zipper on the back of her dress, slowly came down.
They will wait, some relief, release will come. In bed, laying on their sides, naked. He guides her hand while kissing, his size is a wonder to her. Will it fit? He shows her how, she peaks as her fingers trace it. The cap, a purple color, below, a faded tan. Its hot to her touch, pleasant to feel. "Just like that," he whimpers.
She's happy to please, her kiss says it, she always let his tongue enter her mouth. Now she enters his. She guides his hand, over her dark patch of hair, she moves her hand away as his palm rubs her wet lips.
Janet let him have more then agreed, he sucked her breasts. Stiff nipples tongued as his hand rubbed, fingered the tight opening. She moaned, hot breath into his mouth. Her legs clamped around his wrist, silk folds drenching his fingers.
Everything about Janet is soft, her hand stroked him as he showed her. She let her palm roll over his tight sac. Her kisses were feverish, to say the least. She stopped only to watch. Her hand a blur, the slit at the top was wider then before. She felt a deep pulse inside. He groaned, cum flew out, landing high on his chest. She kept pumping, more wetness between her legs. More cum followed the first spurt, some running down on her fingers. Many more groans and spurts before it shrank. Janet smiled, looking at her sticky fingers. She rubbed her hand over Tom's body, spreading the thick cum into his skin.