Bro's Goofy Classmates

We just did it...

"Hey! Game on!!"

She jumped up quickly.

"Serious??"

It was about to happen: the ultimate spirit battle between me and Jennifer. After our recent confession of feelings, it was pretty clear she was pulling me into this moment. I’ll admit, I was nervous. What if she was more experienced than me, or what if she didn’t like it? I still hadn’t quite figured out the psychology of women when it came to s*x.

I followed her when she stood up, and before we even made it into the kitchen, I gently pushed her against a wall just her width. I didn’t hear any protest as I slid my hands under her clothes and grasped her waist.

"So?", I said, looking at her with a mix of intensity and flirtation, challenging her to see if she really wanted it. Hearing no objections, I moved closer. As I neared her face, I knew she wasn’t resisting because her eyes closed. Then, I kissed her. I felt her soft lips, the warmth of her breath from her nose. I parted her lips with mine; our mouths met. There was a subtle electric tingle. Both of us closed our eyes. We savored the taste of each other. At first, it was gentle and tentative, like we were exploring. Then it became more intense, our lips moving faster. Our breaths were the only sounds.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, making me bolder. My hands moved further up, lifting her shirt to reveal her belly button. Our kiss grew fiercer. I moved my hands higher, cupping her ample breasts. I gently squeezed them. She broke the kiss with a short moan: "Oohh..". Her muffled moans told me how much she enjoyed the pressure. The more I squeezed, the louder she moaned.

"OoOohhh..uuhhmm.."

"Ooooohhhmmmff....", short and long moans, exhaled through her nose. Her eyes rolled back and closed, and she bit her lip.

We kissed again, and as we did, I surprised her by teasing her n*****s with my fingertip. She responded with a deep "Uuuhhhhmmmmf" and nearly bit my lip.

"Sh*t! That tickles...", she grinned, and I stopped. I released her breasts. She wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead. We just smiled at each other. That was our opening round. A warm-up, you might say.

"Wow, you're good! Expert!", her playful praise felt like a reward, boosting my confidence.

"Did you enjoy it?", she didn’t answer verbally but kissed me instead. After our lips parted, she closed the kitchen door.

"Let's lock the doors first.", she said, and I helped lock the gate when she handed me the padlock. Returning inside, I saw her closing the windows and drawing the curtains. We left just the kitchen light on, which reached the living room. We sat on a long, soft sofa; she could stretch out her entire body on it. There was also a pillow. She was surprised when I knelt, my face level with her body. She smiled, knowing what I intended.

"Want to see my boobs?"

"I’ve felt them; of course, I want to see them", we both grinned victoriously. She took off her t-shirt, revealing her large, fair, smooth, and perky breasts. Her n*****s were pink with small areolas. Jennifer's n*****s were already erect, probably because of my earlier teasing. I laid her back, supporting her with her arms. In that arched position, her breasts were fully exposed, inviting me to suck them.

I started with her right n****e, playing with it in my mouth gently, slowly, with a slight pressure, while my right hand cupped her left mound. I squeezed it gently, with a bit of pressure. She moaned with pleasure. She tried to watch me, but every time she felt my mouth's touch, her eyes rolled back, and she moaned.