Teenage Kicks Part 1

Allow me a brief moment to set the scene.
I’m sixteen years old and have been in a relationship with S for almost 2 years. He’d recently broken my heart in two by joining the forces and we don’t see each other very often. Fuck. The day he left was like a scene picked straight from a 1940’s classical black and white romance epic. Standing there in floods of tears on the platform, we embraced and through the heartache swore ourselves to each other for eternity. God we even have a song. On leaving he promised he would write to me every day and so far had been true to his word. This is true love, but this is no quaint little love tale. Our experience in the bedroom together did not exceed oral and the sheer thrills of our adventures under the delightfully adolescent ‘WWE’ sheets of his bottom bunk had been enough to satisfy our teenage urges. Until now.
My phone buzzed. It was Him, with the message I’d been anticipating all day. His train had arrived in Manchester and he was letting me know he was on his way. It was January 31st and after months of planning it was decided we would use the new year as our opportunity to finally make love and take our relationship to the next level. The plan had been carefully constructed and in my hand i held his last letter which had not left my handbag since it was received, for two reasons. It was far too naughty to risk leaving it at home where my mother would surely find it, and i loved carrying it round in my bag. The fact i could take it out and read it wherever, whenever was too delicious and therefore prevented me from stashing it neatly away amongst the rest. I calculated he would be here in about 40 minutes time and not wanting to waste the opportunity i unfolded the creased note and began to read it…
As I read it i back onto my bed. I pore over each and every word imagining what tonight holds, hoping we will act out the scenario on the page in front of me. I close my eyes and slide my hand up my skirt, and continue to trace the outline of my silk thong with my fingers. Then, slipping them underneath the material i feel my already swollen and sensitive clitoris. God it feels good. I begin to feel flushed within seconds and i lie there, thinking of Him. Imagining having sex for the very first time, remembering how rock hard his dick was when we last saw each other. How much i wanted him now. As i circle my finger across and down to my opening i realise it is soaking wet. I use the wetness on my clit and begin to rub, slowly at first then faster and harder. Starting to feel completely powerless, i know i am on the brink of coming. I enjoy the moment, and know this is probably the last time I do this as a virgin. Gripping onto the sheets with my spare hand, I stifle my moans as the orgasm rushes through my body. I’m just starting to recover when i am interrupted by another beep coming from my phone. ‘I’m outside’. Shit he was fast- looking at my watch I’m proven wrong when i notice it was 50 minutes since his last text. Trying to hide the enormous wet patch on the sheet i pull my quilt over the top and hope it goes unnoticed. I run down the stairs and straighten up my hair, looking out of the window I see Him there. Looking fantastic in his full uniform, I’d seen pictures of him in his kit but in the flesh I could see why so many women like a man in uniform. My hands were shaking as i unlocked the door, we had spoken about this moment so much. He throws his bag on the floor and walks confidently towards me, our eyes lock. I feel a tingle as he takes me in his arms and kisses me, so passionately hard and meaningful. He slides his hand up my top, and takes a firm hold of my breast, we stop for a moment, knowing this isn’t in the plan, but that no longer matters. He continues to caress my breast with his right hand whilst moving the left to my lower back, with the strength of one hand he pulls my waist towards him and whispers ‘I’ve missed you’ into my ear. Without verbally responding i pull away teasingly to close the door, can’t leave it open now can i? walking over to him I shoot him my best smouldering look of knowing. I walk past him and after a brief pause he recognises my invitation. I feel excited as i lead him up the stairs. As we enter my room I feel the first pangs of nervousness. We sit on the bed for a few minutes gently touching each other and kissing, i unbutton his military trousers and smile as his cock spills out. Gently sucking the tip and tonguing the head i take his shaft deep into my mouth, sucking gently and delicately, as to not rush. It tastes good, and is warm and smooth. He moans with pleasure and i am careful not to break eye contact with him, if he enjoys it I will see it in his eyes and that turns me on more than anything, knowing i am satisfying him. His eyes tell me to suck harder and faster and as i do so ,i can feel his cock pulsing in my mouth. Fuck it. I cant be arsed sticking to the plan anymore, I want more, now. I begin to deep throat his hard cock. He pushes me away suddenly and almost violently, still tasting his pre come, i straddle him and our lips lock again in yet more passionate kissing. I was even more excited by the thought of him tasting himself. My skirt has ridden up and still wearing my silk thong we grind our hips together. I can feel his cock pushing up against me with just a thin layer of pure silk from stopping it penetrating me. I allow it to rub against my clit through the material. I remove my top and he immediately grabs both of my breasts through my bra. fuck that too. Off it comes. I know he loves my tits, he takes my nipple into his mouth whilst i continue to grind against his dick. After a few more minutes we both know if it goes any further this will be it, and this is not what we had discussed, but damn it feels so good. I choose to ignore my head and as i did so, i felt his fingers on my pussy. slamming myself down on them shocked us both but then again, i am a naughty girl! Before we knew it he had 3 inside and his thumb rubbing my clitoris, i was practically fucking him except instead of his cock it was his hand doing the work. This was stupid, ‘We may as well just do it, don’t you think?’ I said as i could tell he wanted to as well. I got up to remove my underwear when i heard movement downstairs. Shit, it was my mother coming in from work, i had forgotten she was finishing early. I frantically re-dressed, she was halfway up the stairs now, i knew she must have walked past his telltale discarded bag in the front room, fuck. We had never been caught and I wasn’t going to get caught now. Reaching for the door handle I looked back at him and smiled ‘tonight it is then…’