When I was in high school there was a guy named David and I had a huge crush on him. He wasn't a football player or even really popular. He was this quiet kid that sat next to me in math class that occasionally helped me out. He was so shy but he'd break through that when I'd ask him a question.
Now as a teenager, all the wires are crossed and the hormones are high so instead of just accepting a friendship I needed something more with David.
I managed to plan a study date with him, don't ask me how it happened, it took a lot of conjoling. We went to his house and his parents left us alone in his room with the door closed.
I couldn't help myself! He was nervous, blushing and stuttering over his words and it made me so wet to see him behave like that because of me.
To his credit, he tried to keep us focused on the homework but I couldn't focus to save my life.
"Have you ever kissed someone?" I asked. He turned red and I couldn't help but smile. He hadn't! I didn't say anything but I pressed my hand to his cheek and he pressed into my touch. He leaned forward and I simply closed the distance and pressed my lips to his.
Young and stupid, I could have made out with him forever. His hands moved over my clothes, too scared to stay in one spot for long and eager to feel everything. I led the kiss, moving my mouth over his and letting him get a feel for it.
It was so funny, I could feel him learning how to kiss as he moved his lips against mine. Suddenly, he seemed to gather some courage and he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. He practically pulled me into his lap and I used that to my advantage.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Suddenly, his tongue was in my mouth. His hands grew eager and pushed under my shirt, feeling my warm skin. I could feel him growing hard beneath me. I grinded down on his lap, moaning against his lips.
He broke the kiss and I saw how red his cheeks were as he tried to hide his face for a moment.
"Do you not want to?" I asked.
"No, I do, it's just a lot," he said, swallowing hard. I bit my lower lip and then pressed my lips to his ear.
"Do you want to watch me?"
His breath hitched but then he nodded.
I moved off his lap and laid back on his pillows. I was wearing a skirt and parted my thighs, giving him a full view of my pink panties I was wearing. I touched myself through them, pressing the fabric to my wet pussy and soaking it. I rubbed my clit, rolling my hips against my touch. I looked at him as he watched me, completely enraptured.
"Oh, David," I sighed as I pushed my panties down and kicked them off onto his floor. I pressed my fingers to my entrance and then slipped them inside. His eyes widened as he watched me pump my fingers into myself. I whimpered and moaned as I fucked myself, presing my thumb hard against my clit to bring me closer to the edge.
Soon, I wasn't thinking about how I was being watched. I threw my head back and cried out as I came on my fingers.
I laid there coming down from my high and began to giggle. I smiled up at him and realized the insane thing I had done masturbating in front of the kid from my math class.
I sat up and blushed.
And then he dove right back into math. I'm not even kidding I finished my homework that night. He drove me home later and even then he kept his kiss chaste and his hands to himself.
He was simply too nice. I wanted to get absolutely obliterated and he was too sweet. It was then that I realized it was going to take more work to make him comfortable.