CHAPTER 5: Being naughty

One week had passed since Jenny had caught me masturbating. It was early afternoon and someone was knocking at the door.

I opened the door.

‘Hey Jenny! What are you doing here?’

‘Wanted to see you’ she said. ‘My grandma’s gone to one of her old citizens club meetings. I thought you could use some company.’

‘Who said I wanted company?’ I asked playfully as I grabbed her waist and pushed her against the wall, my mouth descending on hers and kissing her deeply.

Her hands went behind my neck, stroking gently as mine went down her back, tracing her narrow waist and hips, moving onto her buttocks. My right hand moved under her short skirt. I broke the kiss suddenly.

‘What have we got here?’ I asked, feigning anger. ‘No panties?’

My hand moved in between her thighs, toward her bare pussy. I traced the line of her slit with one finger, moving upwards, parting the lips where they met to find her hard clit. I caressed it gently and she purred like a cat.

‘So?’ I muttered.

‘Panties are a nuisance, don’t you think?’ she said, smiling that wicked smile of hers as she escaped my grasp and ran up the stairs towards my room.

I followed her.

‘There’s not much room for two, is there?’ she said matter-of-factly, indicating my narrow bed upon which she laid.

‘Who said I wanted company?’ I repeated, laughing as I lay down next to her. Her hand reached for my neck as I kissed her yet again, my tongue exploring her mouth.

My right hand cupped her cheek, gently stroking it, moving to her chin and holding her face steady as I kissed her with more force. She whimpered as my hand made its way down her neck and over her breasts, neglecting them, moving over the sweet curve of her belly and caressing it with feather-light strokes which caused her breathing to quicken.