We had been hanging out in the same group of friends for a while now. The laughing and small, but often, bit of cheeky flirting was growing. She had a boyfriend so the moral compass said stay away... but sometimes the physical attraction can throw that compass into a spinning frenzy.

We were out doing a bush walk, a group of us. She was in front of me wearing leggings and very short orange shorts over the top. Their was a little zip pocket above her right butt cheek. The pocket was slightly bulging, so I prodded it with a stick in curiosity of what was inside. She turned and gave me that look, the look that says what was that, but with a wry smile. Enjoyment in the eyes.

Later that night we were at a party, a few drinks down, music playing and people dancing. We found ourselves outside. I was heading back into the house when she tapped me on the shoulder, she whispered in my ear, and I followed her around the corner into the garden. She lent in and gave me a gentle peck on the lips, I let it settle, then I put my hands behind her head, fingers through her hair and pulled her back in for more, her hands went around my waist, and then to the front of my jeans. Her hands found my belt and started slipping the tail out of the loops, our mouths were locked, my button undone, our tongues wrapping, my zip slowly pulled down. I was starting to grow, pressure building against my jeans. Her hands slid on the inside, and clutched, I looked up, the coast was clear. She knelt down, and slipped out my now hard penis. She looked up at me, and licked the end of my knob, I took a deep breath. She put her hands at the base, and slid her mouth around, warm and slippery, motions of movement. I held her hair in a bundle and gazed at this beautiful women working her magic. After a few more knob kisses she rose to her feet and kissed me on the cheek, I awkwardly pushed down my penis and did up my pants. She walked off into the house. I stood for a minute then followed suit.

Later that night we found ourselves in the kitchen, a few others around and oblivious to what we had just shared. Our eyes were locked on each other, and that feeling of desire was burning. The party was wrapping up, and we started walking home. She was wearing a silver dress that just covered her tight little arse, it was cold, so i put my arms around her, my hand slipped down to her bum, and then my fingers slipped under and between her legs. There I could feel the warmth, she rested her head against my shoulder and let a light gasp out. We parted ways with the group, I was just walking her home. Or so they thought.

We got to her house, and she has forgotten her keys, a few window knocks later her flatmate opened the door, a bit surprised to see me. We stumbled in and sat on the couch, she lay their resting her head on my lap. My hands caressing her body, I slowly pulled up her dress exposing her tight little panties, I wandered the tips of my fingers from inner thigh to inner thigh, slow movements. I honed in on top of her panties, rubbing my index finger up and down. Slow circular motions over the thin fabric, she arched her back, and her fingers started gripping. I started growing, she could feel the pressure on the underside of her head, she looked at me and smiled. She rolled over and went through the same pant undoing process, my hand reaching over her back and between her cheeks. She slid her mouth down and around, I lifted my head and rested it on the back of the couch, looking up at the ceiling, a moment of disbelief. She grabbed my hand a pulled me towards her room...

Part 2 coming soon.