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11/23/2022 6:08 am

A Beautiful Young Lady

After my “ball buster” girlfriend in high school i dated some other girls on and off. i suppose “officially” my next girlfriend of any length was perhaps the most beautiful girl in the school. She was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty named Barb. She was a cheerleader and one of, if not the, most popular girl in our class and maybe the whole school.
Of course, she knew how pretty she was and she used it. Generally, she dated older guys but she went out with me, i think, because i had a car and could drive her wherever she wanted to go. Which i did. Willingly.
In high school there is always a lot of making out and what used to be called petting. Touching and feeling each other along with the occasional dry humping was, for the time, the extent of most<b> sexual activity. </font></b>It was no different with Barb.
Perhaps it was an inherent understanding of the dynamic that existed between a girl and a boy but Barb seemed to just know how to string a boy along. She would use the touching and feeling to the best of her advantage.
We would be making out and my hand would be down her pants, feeling her soft moist pussy while her fingers would be wrapped around my erection. But every time, just before i would be about to cum, she would stop. Even then i thought she was doing it on purpose.
Usually after these times i would go home and masturbate, emptying my balls of all the cum that had been dying to get out.
One night after a date and a nice make out session, just after i got home but before i could jerk off, she called. She asked if i had masturbated. It was a very direct question and something i had never heard her say before. i stammered a bit and told her no, i hadn’t. She asked me not to because she wanted to do something very special on our next date. Did she not want me to masturbate until our date? That was days away. Did she have any idea what it was she was asking?
But i “obeyed” her request. It all but killed me. By the time i picked her up the following Friday for our date my balls were literally aching and my cock was straining hard against my blue jeans. Sitting beside her, first in the car, then at the movie, then in the car again was driving me insane.
When we got back to her house we went to her basement like we always did. She turned on the television. i don’t know what i expected but i had convinced myself that somehow she was going to make me cum. She didn’t.
i almost proudly told her that i had done what she wanted and not masturbated. She was a bit shocked and even laughed. She asked all sorts of questions about how it felt, how i felt. i explained it the best i could.
Finally, she reached her hand down and, using her fingernails, lightly traced along my cock and balls through my jeans. She asked me if it felt good to masturbate and cum. When i said it did she said that it felt good when she did it too. She wanted me to masturbate her.
She pulled her pants and panties down over her knees and directed me as to how she liked to be touched. i went at it with great enthusiasm, following her directions as to where and how to touch and how fast or slow to go. i was convinced that she was going to reciprocate.
After about a minute of leaning over i got down on my knees in front of her and rather quickly brought her to orgasm. It was the first female orgasm i’d ever seen and i thought i’d hurt her. When she reassured me that she was fine and that her reaction was normal i actually leaned in and kissed her pussy. She liked that. She liked it a lot. In fact she asked me to kiss her pussy again. i did. In fact i kissed it a half a dozen more time to the sounds of her moans.
Too soon she had me move aside and she pulled up her panties and pants. She told me it was late and that i would have to go. i protested and all but begged. She apologized and told me that tomorrow she would return the favor.
Like either an idiot or an obedient submissive, i didn’t masturbate no matter how difficult it was for me. i guess by this time i decided that if i had gone this far i could wait a little longer. But i waited more than a little longer.
About an hour before i was to pick her up for our date, Barb called me and cancelled. i was stunned. i told her how i still hadn’t masturbated and that i really needed her. She said that she really needed me to masturbate her and then she giggled, literally giggled through the phone and apologized saying that if i came by Sunday afternoon while her parents were out i could masturbate her again.
By Sunday afternoon my balls were ready to explode. True to her word, she let me masturbate her. In fact, she let me do it twice, with lots of pussy kissing thrown in. When she was finally satisfied she pulled up her panties and pants and told me to lay down on the couch. She didn’t unzip my jeans but rather just grabbed my cock through the denim and stroked it up and down. It only took a couple of strokes before i came in my pants, leaving a nice big wet spot.
She kept pointing out the wet spot, adding to my embarrassment, the rest of the time i was there. When i left to go home the spot was beginning to dry some. i kissed her goodbye and she commented on how my mouth tasted like pussy. “I like that,” she said with a smile.
We dated for a couple of months more, until the school year ended. This type of tease and denial went on the entire time. It was never as long or as intense as this, usually she would tease me a little on Friday night and let me cum on Saturday, always in my pants. Of course i would masturbate her and kiss her pussy.
Barb just seemed to know things. i don’t think she was a real dominant by nature. She just enjoyed the attention and knowing that she could get boys to do what she wanted. It’s probably a good thing for me that she didn’t know more about D/s at the time or i would have been in a lot of trouble. And probably a lot of ecstasy at the same time.


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