Lookout Point

I looked in the mirror. I’d washed and blow-dried my hair, and I liked the way the long, blond curls framed my face. I was trying a new eyeliner. This blue should have made my eyes bluer, but it didn’t look like it was quite the right shade.

My nipples showed through the thin bra I’d bought last week. My mother didn’t know about this bra. All the ones she’d helped me buy had thick padding. She said I needed some uplift. I wanted one where I could feel a boy’s hands when he touched me. I hid this bra, so my mother wouldn’t find it like I hid the box of condoms. She knew I was taking the pill, but she thought I was waiting for the right boy.

I checked my purse. Three condoms should be enough for tonight. I went to the living room to wait. Mom was working in the kitchen preparing dinner, but she popped into the living room where I was waiting on the couch, checking for messages.

“Who you going out with?”

“Bill. We’re going to go to the drive-in diner. Sharon and Betty are going to meet us there.”

“Don’t you think you should go out with other boys?”

“Mom. We’re not serious. He’s just a friend.”

I’d been dating Bill for three months. We usually went out on Friday and Saturday nights. I’d told my mother that we were going to the diner. We did. We bought hamburgers, fries, and shakes and drove up to Lookout Point. We climbed into the back seat and talked about school while we ate. He was a senior and was worried about his college applications. I was taking my first AP course and having to work hard for a change. He finished eating first and moved closer. I was sucking up the last of my malt when he put his hand on my breast. He held me through my blouse for only a minute before sliding his hand down inside my blouse. He held my breast, squeezed gently, and rubbed my nipple through the thin nylon. I thought he was enjoying the feeling my hard nipple through the thin bra.

When he started to unbutton my blouse, I felt the warmth growing between my legs. I already wanted him to touch me down there, but I’d wait, let him take his time, and let the feeling build. He pushed my blouse back; I pulled it over my shoulders and lifted my arms out. He played with my nipples through the sheer material. I liked this bra a lot. When he put his arms around me to undo the bra, I leaned forward. He slipped the bra off my shoulders. The fresh air on my breasts made my nipples harder. I pushed my chest up, and he understood that I wanted him holding me and rubbing my nipples.

I closed my eyes and laid back so I could concentrate on the pleasure. The desire from my crotch kept growing. I was thinking about pushing his hand down there when he bent over, put his mouth on my nipple, and slid his hand up the inside of my leg. Oh, how I wanted him to do that! I thought he was about to touch my mound, but he ran his hand down the inside of my other leg. I moaned. I hadn’t meant to do that; it came out on its own.

He lifted my dress. I undid the button, pushed my skirt and panties down over my knees, and stepped out of them. I opened my legs as wide as I could. I wanted him to rub my clit, or lick it, or put his penis in me. He pressed on my mound with his whole hand. I wiggled and pushed back.

Opening my eyes, I realized that he was still fully clothed. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. He let it drop, undid his pants, and slid them down. Before he could get them completely off, I pulled down his underpants, freeing his hard rod. I held his hips, slid my hands around to his hard bum, and pulled him to my mouth.

I explored the head of his penis with my tongue.