The 18 year old girl next door

A new family moves into number 19 Palmer Drive.

Preamble:
This is a long story and I don't want to waste anyone's time, so here's a brief outline of what you can expect.
It's going to be a gentle tale of a cautious but growing friendship between an awkward nerdy boy and an inexperienced athletic girl.
It's going to be as much about their uncertain journey as it is about their ultimate destination.
If that sounds interesting then please read on, but if you're looking for high octane orgies, thrilling threesomes and wall to wall sex then I suggest you look elsewhere.
Thanks.

Story (at last):
It was the summer of 1977 when the Barker's moved in.
I didn't even see them arrive because I was on holiday in Wales, with Mum & Dad, when they arrived.
We returned home to find an unfamiliar car in nextdoor's driveway and new curtains in their windows.
None of that was much of a surprise, but I was shocked when I noticed that the chain link fence between our back gardens had been ripped down and replaced with a huge brick wall.
It was such a shame - Tony and I used to love playing volleyball over that fence...

I was going to miss Tony.
We had always lived next door to each other.
He'd been like a brother to me for 18 years and now he was gone.
But life went on.
I'd be going to university in a few months time, so l was bound to make new friends.

Mum made an effort to get on with the new neighbours and Dad nodded politely, whenever their paths crossed but I generally ignored them. There was no point in getting to know them - I'd be moving out in a couple of months and that huge brick wall was a sure sign that they weren't interested in being friends anyway.

I would have hardly known they were there at all if it wasn't for the "pop" and "pooof" noises that came from their garden, or the banging sounds that resonated against that horrid wall.

I didn't even notice Lucy until she knocked on our front door one sunny afternoon.
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I wasn't doing anything special.
In fact it probably sounds quite dull, but I was preparing for university, reading a book about Wales' historic Menai suspension bridge and trying to sketch its elegant form.
I was quite happy in my own little world of art and academia when my concentration was broken by a the sharp "ding-dong" of the doorbell.

I was met by a tall, blonde girl of about my own age, all dressed in white.
"Could I get my balls back?" she asked.

I was taken aback not only by her surprise question, but also by the fact that a girl was talking to me! They usually just thought I was just a boring geek.
"Your balls?" I queried.

"Yes, my tennis balls," she held up a racquet and giggled sweetly, "I'm sorry but some landed in your back garden."

"Oh, yes, of course," I replied suddenly noticing her training shoes and her short - her very short - white dress.

"I'm Lucy." she announced, offering me her right hand, "I live next door."

"Pleased to meet you," I stumbled over my words, as I shook her hand and introduced myself, "Roger, er Roger Harris."

She smiled and I stood awkwardly for a moment - unsure what to do next.

"Is it this way?" she asked.

"Oh, er yes, of course." I led her around the house. "So you play tennis then?" I asked pointlessly - I really was hopeless with girls!

"That's right," she replied, politely.
"It's why we moved here. Daddy wanted a house with a garden big enough for a tennis court."

"Oh, is that why you built the wall?"

"Yes, we didn't want the balls to be flying into your garden all the time."
"I suppose we should have made it a bit bigger." she added with another giggle.

"Oh it's no problem." I replied even though I hated the thing - there was no point in being rude.

"You should pop round for a game some time," she offered.

Any normal teenage lad would have jumped at the opportunity to spend some time with the beautiful young girl, but it never even crossed my mind. I just shook my head, snorting.
"I'm not really a sportsman and I'll be off to uni soon."
God, I was hopeless at small talk.

"Really, what are you going to study?"

"Erm, civil engineering. If I get the grades."

Lucy explained that she had a place at Loughborough - the UK's preeminent centre for upcoming sports stars, but she was going to put it off for a year.

Apparently she was already playing tennis for the county at a junior level and her dad thought she should try the professional circuit.

"So you're pretty good then?" I asked another pointless question as she started to search for the stray balls.

"So they say," was her modest reply, "but there's plenty of room for improvement."

I watched her in silence for a moment. Unsure of what to say or how to behave around the pretty guest in my garden.

She looked back at me, as she picked a ball out of the grass.
"Are you looking at my knickers?"

She'd caught me!
If course I was looking at them.
Her short skirt had risen up her smooth, tanned thighs to reveal her lovely, sexy, snow white underwear.
It was modest but frilly and obviously designed to be seen - how could any man fail to look!

I was still embarrassed to admit it though.
I gulped.
"Oh, um well, erm, yes.
I'm sorry. I couldn't help it..."

"It's okay." she giggled.
"All the boys do, but not many are man enough to admit it.
They're nice aren't they."
She pulled the skirt up and gave me a little twirl.
"I always like the frilly ones best."

"Me too." I replied (and immediately wished I hadn't).

It wasn't the best first meeting and I was sure that I'd made an absolute fool of myself, but Lucy was back the very next day.

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Once again I was home alone when there was a ring at the doorbell.
My young neighbour in another tiny dress, possibly even shorter than one she had worn last time.
She was holding her tennis racquet in one hand and shyly nibbling the finger nails of her other.

"Please Mr, is it okay if I get my balls back out your garden?" she asked in a sing song little girl voice.
"I promise I'll be as quick as I can. I wont be any trouble, " she added, pulling up the front of her skirt to give me a good view of her panties.

"Oh yes, of course," I replied, flustered and embarrassed.
What was going on?
Was she flirting with me?
Did she fancy me?
No that couldn't be it.
She must be teasing me.
Toying with me.
Why else would she be flaunting herself?
The naughty little minx.
I knew what was up to, but "Hey", if she was going to let me look her knickers every day then, who was I to complain?
I'd just enjoy the show for the rest of the summer.

And the show went on.
Lucy called almost every day for the next week.
Always happy to let me peak at her underwear and always "just happening to call" when my parents were out.
Always happy to let me see what she had on up her skirt.
And always wanting to chat a little, as though she was actually interested in getting up know me.
She was pleasant company and I did grow to like her but I was never very invested in seeking a new friendship - I was moving out at the end of the summer!

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The pattern of Lucy's visits changed abruptly one Tuesday morning.
There was an urgent knocking at the front door and she was there waiting for in her tennis gear but without her racquet.

"Oh Roger, thank goodness you're in. Come quickly, I need your help!"

We hastily ran the short distance to her house. I had no idea what sort of urgent crisis she might want me to help with.

"It's the lawn mower!" she declared, pointing at the big green, machincal, push along machine in front of her.

"Yes, I can see that. What's the problem?"

"Well it won't work and the grass is too long for me to play, but you've told me you're going to be an engineer so I know you'll be able to fix it." She was obviously relying on me.

"Well, yeah but not that kind of engineer. I'm more interested in building bridges and tower blocks than doing mechanical stuff."

"Yes but you can still fix it can't you?
I thought boys were supposed to be good at that sort of thing."

She did sound a bit desperate and, of course she was right. According to the social norms of the day, "boys were supposed to be good at that sort of thing" and girls were supposed to able to rely on their help, whenever they got in to a jam.

I said I'd "see what I could do".
Fortunately it wasn't anything too complicated. The mechanism had just just clogged up with grass cuttings and bits of debris it had picked up along the way.
I just cleaned it up and oiled it, then gave it a test run while Lucy fixed us both a drink.
It was easy to use and left a satisfying pattern of stripes across the court. I'd almost finished the whole garden when she appeared with a jug of juice.

"Oh thank you!
You didn't have to do all that!"
She gave me a hug.
No girl had ever done that before!
It made my cock throb nicely.
And I got an excited thank you kiss too.
I didn't return it though - I wasn't confident that it was the right thing to do.

"Will you stay and watch me practice for a while?" she asked.

It would have been rude to refuse and I no where else to go, so l took a seat by the net and watched as mechanical hopper fired balls down the court for Lucy to hit back.
But she didn't just hit them.
She smashed them!
Playing with athleticism and power, returning the balls with accuracy and confidence.
She really could play.
She barely missed a shot.

"Do you want a go?"

"No thanks," I'd never even held a racquet and Lucky was obviously far too good for me. "I'm happy to watch." was my tactful reply.

"Okay." she panted.
"Do you mind refilling the hopper while I get a drink?"

Of course I didn't mind and I happily restocked the machine before she started another round of energetic practice.

She must have been tired this time though, because she was losing her accuracy.
More balls were missed or being hit wide of the mark, a couple went straight into the net and went right over the wall into my garden.
I could see that she was becoming frustrated and although she was trying to concentrate and remain composed, her game was deteriorating.
Eventually she took a big swing at a forehand shot but miss-hit it completely. It shot off the rim of her racquet and came away at an angle - sperding straight towards me.
"Whoosh!"
It missed my head by inches!

"Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed.
"Oh Roger, I'm so sorry. Are you okay."

I smiled nonchalantly, telling her that everything was fine. I'd spilt my drink, but that was all.

"Okay, thank heavens for that." She sounded relieved. "I'm sorry, I'm playing terribly. You'll have to help me get my focus back."

I pulled a puzzled face, but she pressed on.
"Look Roger this is going to sound weird, but when I lose my concentration, coach and Daddy help me get it back by giving me a smack on the bum."

"What?"

"I know it sounds mad, but having to tune out the pain of a stinging backside is really good practice at learning to focus all my attention on my game and play at my best whatever else going on.
It trains my brain to deal with distractions.
You don't mind do you?"

Well, whether I minded or not she plonked herself down across my knee before I could raise any objection.

I took a deep breath and paused to steady my voice.
"How many should I give you?" I asked, hardly believing this was happening.

"It's up to you.
Probably 10 or 12, but I need them to sting, so don't be too gentle."

She sounded confident, but I did sense her body stiffen as I pulled her little skirt up her back and began lower those frilly knickers.
She was nowhere near as stiff as my cock, though. It was as hard as a steely rod, stabbing her belly through my shorts. She must have noticed, but I couldn't do anything about it.
I held my breath as I slowly pulled her knickers right down past her knees, enjoying the privilege of viewing the pert and perfect posterior as it was slowly revealed to my gaze.

Lucy didn't flinch.
She was ready for it and I was the man to give it to her.
I bit my lip and drew my hand back to give her bare buttock a firm spank, but I instinctively pulled back, not wanting to hurt her and delivered no more than a tentative slap to her right cheek before pulling my hand away shyly.

"You'll have to be harder than that." Lucy instructed - taking charge despite her submissive position

I tried again.
Striking on the left this time, with enough force to give an audible "slap" and then leaving my palm in place to experience the warmth of her reddening flesh.

That felt good.
I was starting to enjoy this now.
I gave the right cheek a dose of the same treatment. It began to colour up as the soft skin yielded beneath my hand.

"That's better," she told me.

I gave her another, I couldn't believe the girl was letting me do this!
I was growing in confidence.
Feeling more manly, giving her what she deserved.
Spanking with more precision and power. Fondling at every opportunity without asking for permission.
I wasn't afraid of hurting her.
Lucy didn't mind.
She'd asked for it.
She'd let me strip her half naked and now she was just lying there and letting me run riot across her arse!

She squealed, as if to confirm my thoughts.
"Yes that's perfect.
Keep doing that!"

I did.
I gave her the full twelve and then two extra, just because I could!
I loved it more than anything else that I had ever done in my whole life.
I was panting with exertion and arousal when the final blow hit its mark.
I left my hand in place, feeling her up as she "oo'ed and ah'ed" beneath it.

"Thank you Roger," she panted too, "That was... that was great."
She put her arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips.
I might have kissed her back, this time, but we heard a noise!
Somebody had opened the garden gate!

We immediately broke our embrace and there was a moment of panic, that felt like an age, as Lucy leapt to her feet, dried her tears and straightened her skirt.
She didn't notice that her knickers had fallen around her ankles, but I did and I snatched them up quickly, hiding them away in my pocket.

"Oh hello Lucy.
We seem to have a visitor.
Aren't you going to introduce me."

"Yes mother."
Lucy was doing a good job of sounding calm but I was terrified. Her mother certainly didn't sound pleased to see me.
"This is Roger Harris, he lives next door and he kindly agreed to repair the lawn mower for us and then generously cut all the grass. I thought he deserved a glass of orange juice as a reward."

"That's very kind of him, I'm sure," was her mother's curt reply, but I'm sure he's expecting more than just a soft drink.
She produced her purse, from her handbag.
"How much do I owe you, young man?"

"You don't owe me anything," I shot back firmly, trying to contain my anger at her rude manner.
"I was just trying to be a good neighbour, but I'll let you get on with your day.
Good luck with your practice, Lucy."
And with that I was gone, before her mother could say another condescending word.
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Lucy came to my door that afternoon, but she hadn't come to collect her tennis balls this time - she wanted to talk.
I invited her through to the kitchen and hastily tidied away some papers that I'd been working on so she could sit down while I made a pot of tea.

"I'm sorry about mother - she just panicked when she saw me with a boy."

"She was rude!" I was still annoyed by her.

"Yes, I know, but we've talked about it and I don't think it'll happen again."

"It had better not!"

"No", Lucy sighed, trying to calm me down, "Look. Mother was really impressed with your mowing and we do need some help keeping the court tidy. Daddy tries do it but he hasn't really got the time, so she said I should ask you whether you might like to do it for the rest of the summer - just until you go to uni."

"Well er..."

"Before you get angry again - you'll have to let her pay you.
She won't want to feel like she's taking advantage of your good nature and I'm sure the money will come in handy - students are always saying they're skint."

"I suppose so..."

"And more importantly if she thinks you're just at my house to work, then she won't realise that you're my boyfriend."

There was silence for a moment, as the words hung on the air between us, before slowly sinking in.

"Your boyfriend? Really? You want me to be your boyfriend?"

"Well, yeah, of course. Why do you think I kept hitting all those tennis balls into your garden?"

"Oh, er sorry I thought that was just an accident."

"Boys!" she sighed, "Okay, a few of them were accidental but most were on purpose and I'm sure you didn't think I was showing you my knickers by accident too!"

"No, but, well I didn't really know why you were doing that. I thought it was probably just a bit of a tease, but I liked it so I didn't mind."

"Oh, well I suppose I can understand why you might have thought that, but, what about today when I kissed you? Twice! Didn't you realise then that I fancied you?"

"Well I hoped you did, but I've never had much luck with girls so I assumed you were just being nice."

"Being nice!" she laughed our loud, " I went over your knee and let you smack my bum - and cop a feel too.
That's a bit more than being nice isn't it?
And don't pretend you didn't love it! I could feel your dick poking me in the stomach."

I squirmed in embarrassment.
"Of course I loved it.
Most girls won't even look at me, but you let me do that for
I couldn't believe it.
It was amazing.
The best ever!
So sexy!"

I caught myself , I was begining to sound selfish.

"I hope it wasn't too hard." I added more seriously.
"I didn't mean to hurt you.
Do your dad and your coach really do that to you?"

"They do...." it was Lucy's turn to be embarrassed now, " but they don't do it like you did. They just smack me over the back of my skirt."

"Oh hell! I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have..."

"It okay. It felt really good."
She looked down for a moment, blushing a little.
"I've never let a boy take my knickers off before.
I thought it was sexy too."
She grinned.
"Really naughty.
And don't worry, you weren't too mean. You can do it like that again next time.... well, only if you want to be my boyfriend, of course."

She kissed me again and, this time, I did kiss her back.
It wasn't the world's most passionate kiss - we hadn't even learned to use our tongues yet, but it was our first real kiss as a couple and we meant truly meant it. We meant every clumsy, slobbering little bit of it.

Sadly there wasn't time for us to share any more than just a kiss - my new girlfriend was expected back at home, but as made to leave she knocked over the stack of papers that I'd been working on when she arrived.
"What are these?" she asked quizzically

"Erm just some sketches I've been working on," I replied casually, "Nothing special."

"Let's have a look then."
She didn't wait for permission.
"Hang on, is that... is that me? On the tennis court?"

"Yes, that's right.
I tried to draw it from memory, so it's not very good."

She shuffled through the papers, wide-eyed. "They're all me, aren't they? They're really good. You're very talented."

"Well thank you.
It's easy, you're a beautiful model.
You can have them if you like."

"Oh I couldn't take them all."
She compared a few. "Could I have this one though - it's my favourite."

"Of course - you are my girlfriend after all."

"Thanks, and you can keep those knickers, you stuffed in your pocket earlier... boyfriend!"

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So for the first time in my life I had a girlfriend.
Okay, I know she wasn't the type of girlfriend that I could take out on a date or show off in front of my friends, but she was real and she was beautiful and clever and I saw her every day and we were in love.

But to be honest, very little changed.

Lucy kept knocking balls into my garden so she had an excuse to come round and I kept mowing the court and helping her practice.
We kept on kissing.
Lucy kept on showing me her undies and occasionally she'd let me take them off and get my hands on her arse.
But that was about it...

I had no experience with girls and no one to ask for advice.
Of course I hoped we'd have sex one day, but I had no idea how quickly I was supposed to progress things and I didn't want to scare her off by going too far, too fast.

I wasn't even sure that my girlfriend wanted me to go further.
She often complained about the behaviour of the "macho sex mad" boys at the tennis club who made jokes about taking "Advantage" of the prettiest girls or even put bets on which of them would give a new girl her "First Service".
She told me that if any if them tried it on with her then they'd regret it and end up asking for "new balls please" in a high pitched voice.

So I decided not to "rock the boat". I was probably just being timid, but it was okay - Lucy other things on her mind.

Her first big competition was just a couple of weeks away and she was determined to give it her all.
Her training was getting much more intense and I could tell from the volume and urgency of the "pops" and "poofs" coming from next door that she was fully focussed and match ready.

So I was surprised when, with just one day to go before her tournament, there was a huge crash in the back garden, followed by a cry of "Shit! Fucking hell!". I'd never my girlfriend swear before.

I dashed into the garden to investigate the disaster and got there just before Lucy.
"Oh my God.
I'm sorry.
It was just an accident.
What have I done?"
She was in a real panic.

I hugged her, hoping to reassure her.
"It's only the greenhouse, babe. Nobody's hurt."

"Oh but I'll be in so much trouble. I should never have hit that ball so hard, my daddy will be furious and all your dad's plants are all ruined."

"Just stay there and let me have a look." I said calmly. "It's probably not as bad as you think. Don't move you don't want to cut yourself."

In fact it wasn't too bad at all. There was only one broken pane of glass - Tony & I used to do far more damage with our childhood football and volleyball matches!
In fact our mishaps became so frequent that dad kept spare glass in the shed.
Lucy was wide eyed in amazement when I found a replacement pane and began fitting it.
"Oh you are clever.
Is that all it needs?"

"Yes, I'll just clear up the broken bits and it'll be good as new. No one will even know about it."

She hugged me and kissed me hard.
"Thank you. Thank you so much. I was so stupid and selfish. I couldn't think of anything except the stupid competition."

"It's okay. I know it's important to you." I replied, like a supportive boyfriend.

"No, I've been ignoring you, I'm sorry. " She lead me to the patio.
"Sit down."
I took my place on a garden chair.
This could only mean one thing, but it didn't seem to be necessary.
"It's okay. I know it was an accident. You don't deserve a spanking, do you?"

"No, Roger.
Not a spanking.
A spanking is for my benefit, to help me improve my game.
No, I want to do something for you.
To thank you for all your help and patience."

She knelt before me and began to pull down my shorts.

"Oh my God, Lucy. What are you..."

She eased my underpants over my cock and balls.
She'd never done that before, but her intentions were obvious.

"I'm not sure how to do this, so l'm sorry if it's not very good, but I'm going do my best okay."

"Ye..." was all that I could say, as she opened her mouth wide and closed her lips around my cock.

It was incredible.
Of course I'd heard about blow jobs, but I was never sure whether they were real and even if they were, I never thought you'd get one outside of a brothel in Soho or Amsterdam.
I'd certainly never expected to get one in my own back garden.
In fact I"d never expected to get one at all!

Lucy went about her mission with the same determination and dedication that she displayed on the tennis court.
Fearless, as my cock grew in length and girth, filling her mouth.
Skilled, in using her tongue to heighten my pleasure.
Effortless, in sliding up and down my shaft, timing her strokes to perfection.

I had never felt anything like it.
My lions were filled with new levels tension, anticipation, excitement and such strong urges of overwhelming animalistic desire that went far far beyond, even my most prodigious wanking sessions.

I warned my girlfriend that I couldn't hold on any longer, but she was "in the zone" fully focused on mastering her skill meeting any challenge they lay in her path.
I shot my load - she gave me no choice - she took it all, swallowing without, coughing or gagging. Happy to please me and not asking for anything in return.

We kissed.
I wished her well with her competition.
And she was gone.

I sat there with my head spinning and my cock out trying to make sense of what had happened.

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I was massively distracted throughout the next 24 hours, reliving every moment of Lucy's amazing, world class blow job.
I desperately hoped that she would do it for me again - and soon.

I didn't see the girl herself until the evening, when she was a my door, ringing the bell incessantly.

"Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong."

She grinning from ear to ear.
Dressed in a light blue tee shirt and green shorts, instead of her tennis whites.
And carrying a champagne bottle instead of her racquet.

She instantly threw her arms around me in a loving embrace.

"I won!".

"I could have guessed that!" I smiled, "Well done."

"Thank you and thanks for all your help. Let's celebrate!"

She stumbled in, she was a little squiffy, but not really drunk.

I grabbed a couple of glasses and decided to lead her upstairs.
I'd never taken her to my bedroom before, but somehow it felt right.

"What do you mean? Thanks for my help?" I asked. "I only mowed the grass and watched you practice."

"Oh you did much more than that." She hugged me again.

"Okay, so l smacked your bum a few times, but that was hardly a chore, was it?
You did all the hard work."

Lucy didn't reply, she was too busy inspecting my room.

She giggled, "I thought boys' bedrooms were supposed to be full of posters of football teams, fast cars and naked girls, not drawings of bridges and tunnels and architecture."

'Well they're all my own work," I boasted "pictures of classic engineering designs to help me with my studies.
There is one girl though."
I pointed at a picture at the foot of my bed. A popular image of a sunlit tennis player, casually reaching under her dress to scratch her bare bottom.

That made her grin.
"Oh, I've seen that one before.
All the boys at the tennis club have got that poster on their locker."

"They haven't got that one, Lucy," I corrected her decisively. "Take a closer look."

She stared at it closely, but shook her head, "What am I supposed to be looking at?"

"Check her right wrist."

"She's wearing a pink sweatband."

"Yes. Who else wears one of those."

"Erm... well I do.
Is it me?
Did you draw it?"

"What about her left cheek?"

"I can't even see her face... oh, you don't mean that cheek, do you," she giggled, "Is there a dark spot on her bum?"

"It's a beauty spot." I confirmed.

"Oh? Have I got one of those?"

"Why don't you check?" I motioned towards a full length mirror.

She pushed her shorts down and checked her reflection, noticing a dark spot on the lower curve of her buttock for the first time.
"Bloody hell, how did you spot that?"

"Artists have to be observant and notice small details that other people might miss.
Look I'll show you."

I turned her towards the mirror, holding her around the waist.

"Let me tell you what I can see.
I've only ever seen you in your tennis gear before but now that you've got your hair down I can see how much it suits you. It's longer than I thought, goes down to your collar bone. It's thick and shiny with a gentle wave.
I ran my fingers through it, "It feels nice in my hand too."

"Ooo," she cooed, "What else can you see?"

"I'm used to seeing you when you've been tearing around the tennis court, so you're not so tired or stressed
Your whole body is more relaxed.
Your cheeks are fuller, your complexion is fresher, you look happier, your smile is broader and your eyes have a special sparkle, but that might just be the champagne."

"Maybe," she giggled again, "anything else?"

"Well there are a couple of things, yes."
I stared into the mirror and she noticed my gaze.

"You mean my tits don't you!" She turned and slapped my chest.

"Of course I do!" I laughed too.
They had never looked so good.
Bulging freely under her tee shirt with their long nipples pointing out through the thin cotton.

"Well, it isn't just my hair that I have to tie back when I'm playing tennis is it! I can't have those bouncing around all the time."

"I suppose so." I concurred, imagining what her bouncing boobs might look like on the tennis court."

"Yes, I have to strap 'em down - it can get uncomfortable, sometimes. It feels good to set them free."
She stepped back and pushed her chest out.

I'd never realised she had such a lovely pair!
"Well let's get them out then!
I bet they're beautiful.
It's such a waste to hide them away."

Id never spoken so boldly, and maybe that was "just the champagne too, but I acted on my words.
I grabbed Lucy's tee shirt without hesitation and almost tore it as I yanked it from her body in my haste to reveal her twin treasures.

"Ooo, you saucy bugger!"
I think I caught Lucy by surprise too.
She looked down at her breasts, swaying freely, "Do you like them, are they as good as you hoped they were?"

It was a silly question, they were brilliant! But I didn't voice my reply. I simply took them into my hands for the first time, cupping them caressing them with all the passion I could muster, while delivering a lover's kiss to my girlfriend's lips and manoeuvring her gently down on to my bed.

I lay on top of her.
"They're gorgeous.
You're gorgeous.
You're everything I could hope for... and more."
I pulled off my own shirt.
"And I want you.
All of you.
Right here.
Right now."

It must have been the booze talking agin, because I'd never spoken like that before, but I was glad that I did.

"Oh yes.
Yes please."
Lucy wanted it too and quickly pushed off my shorts and pants, while I stripped her of her knickers.

There was no need for foreplay.
We both knew what we wanted.
And we wanted it urgently.
Desperately.

Lucy spread her legs, inviting me into her virgin cunt.
I lined up my hard hungry cock, trying to find the precious hot wet slit hiding in her thick unshave,1970's bush.
She was in no mood to wait and she took control, grabbing my dick and steering it to her most vital place.

It went in so easily, so smoothly.
A triumph of natural design.
Her channel massaging and embracing my member as I probed ever deeper within in her, discovering new and previously untouched parts of her very being, triggering ever greater emotions and sensations carrying us both towards our own personal ecstasy.

We sighed and groaned and writhed together joyfully, wishing that this intimate moment could last for ever, but alas I was merely flesh and blood - teenage flesh and blood- demanding urgent release.
I let loose, flooding Lucy's fanny with all that I had to give. Pumping her full of my spunk until my balls were completely drained and my manly mess was spilling out of her and oozing down towards her bum crack.

I lay back, panting and staring at the ceiling.
Satisfied and spent.
Exhausted.

But Lucy was an athlete.
She wasn't satisfied.
She wanted more.
And she was going to take it.

She took possession of my flaccid cock, nursing it back to life with her practiced hand and her skilled tongue until it was once again fit for purpose.

"Don't move," she whispered, "let me do all the work this time."

She climbed above me, squatting over my rod and lowering herself down onto it.
She didn't stop until our pubes met and she had taken me right up to the hilt - impaling herself on every single inch my manhood.

Then she started to ride me.
Using her powerful thighs to jerk herself up and down, using my body for her own pleasure.
She was completely in control, choosing whatever depth and pace she desired, then laying back to achieve the maximum stimulation of her sensitive, nerve packed g-spot.
A place that I didn't even know existed.

She continued to use me and although I was fully enjoying the experience it was obvious that Lucy's goal was her own personal satisfaction.
It took her a little while to get there but she wouldn't be denied and she ultimately reached her squirming spasming, screaming climax.
A tumult powerful that her cunt muscles
clamped down on my cock triggering my own and draining me once more.

It was our first time and it was marvellous. Amazing. Everything that we could have hoped or wished for and more.
It took us some time to recover our wits and our energy.

"Bloody hell Lucy. I wish we could do that every night."

"I'm sorry Roger," she kissed me and fingered my cock."I need you to save everything until Friday and give it all to me then, so no more screwing or wanking till then.
Right?"

"What?"

"It's my new pre-match routine.
Look.
I sucked you off last night and this morning I felt so good.
I felt energised, powerful, invincible.
Better than ever.
And I won!
So we're going to do it every time from now on.
And my next competition is on Saturday, so don't let me down!