Adoring Elizabeth III: Two O'Clock
Elizabeth and I talked on the phone every night for the next four days. I wondered from time to time what her parents thought of us talking, especially with her mom believing that Elizabeth was after my affections, but every time I asked Elizabeth if they suspected anything, she simply laughed and said that they just thought it was nice that she was "coming out of her shell."
We hadn't seen each other face-to-face since she had gone down on me at the school near church. I couldn't come over too often lest her parents become even more suspicious, and Elizabeth wasn't actually allowed to date yet because she wasn't sixteen years old, so there was no hope of picking her up and going somewhere with her.
The conversations over the phone were always fun and enjoyable, and we had to watch what we said because there was always a chance her parents were listening in from another phone. She thought I was funny, and I found her fascinatingly creative. If it wouldn't have drawn too much attention, I would have been able to talk to her for hours every day.
On Thursday night Elizabeth called me and I answered it. She was being very quiet, virtually whispering and talking very fast.
"Hey, can you meet me tonight?" she asked me.
"Um, sure," I said. "Why, what's going on?"
"I just want to see you, so I'm going to sneak out and we can hang out all night."
My eyes went wide at the simplicity of the plan. Smiling, I said, "When and where?"
She thought for a moment and said, "One o'clock next to the shed at the Randalls'."
I knew the place. The Randalls were an older family that lived about a block away from Elizabeth. "I'll be there," I told her. "Wear something cute." She hung up the phone then and I put it away. Walking up to my room, I smiled to myself. I didn't know if she heard me, but it didn't really matter. Today I had been plannong on jacking off, the tension was just becoming too much. Now, I hoped that she would take care of it for me. The anticipation of placing my hands on her precious breasts, even fingering her wonderful pussy again had me so excited. It was only seven o'clock, and the time snailed by.
I got to the Randalls' early, and by "early" I mean at midnight. I didn't have anything else to do, and if I didn't occupy my mind somehow I was going to jerk myself, and I really wanted to save it.
As I pulled up, I noticed a figure sitting cross-legged behind the shed, reading a book under the light produced by the streetlight. I felt my heart soften at the sight. She was so adorable, and I thought it was so cute that she was such a ridiculously bad hider. She seemed to notice my car pulling up, though, and stood up, tentatively making sure it was me.
She had her backpack on, with a little dark blue hoodie, a baby-pink shirt that hugged her form, and a dark green, pleated skirt that left her knees exposed. She was also wearing knee-high socks and walking shoes. It wouldn't have taken much, but this caused my penis to start to come to attention, so I opened the door and walked out to open her door. She got in, and I quickly yet casually pulled away. Once we were out of the neighborhood, it felt like we both finally started breathing, and she giggled delightedly.
"This is so much fun!" she exclaimed.
I nodded and smiled at her. "I've been waiting days for you. I feel like my penis is about to explode."
She laughed at that and I continued driving. We went to the church, where we knew nobody would be in the middle of the night. In fact, once I had found out that we would be meeting at the church building, I visited earlier and secretly unlocked one of the windows. There was no alarm system there, at least in this room. I knew this because I had once sneaked in to use the computer there.
She was very happy that I had made such arrangements, and grabbed her backpack as I opened the door for her. I went through the window first, then took her backpack and helped her into the room. Once she was in, I kissed her straight on the mouth in the dark. She kissed me back, and soon my hands were fumbling with the bottom of her shirt, sliding up and finding her bra-clad breasts. Like a veteran, she didn't even pause the kiss as I started playing with her amazing breasts. They were so soft, so springy and perky, and her nipples were diamond hard. I squeezed both breasts rather hard, and felt her breathe in suddenly.
"Does that hurt?" I asked.
She paused, swallowed, and said, "No, it's fine. I just would prefer not to have my bra on if you're going to play with them so roughly."
"Lift up your arms, then, Cutie," I said.
I heard her lift her arms up and then grabbed her hoodie and pulled it easily off. Then, I grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. Finally, I felt her bra to try and figure out if it was a front-close or a back-close. It was a back-close. I didn't have any difficulty figuring out the clasp and soon lifted her open bra from her torso. I hugged her close. She was so warm, and her skin was so smooth. I brought my hands to the front and mauled her breasts in my hands, jiggling them and pinching her nipples. I even broke the kiss and lowered my lips down to one of them, sticking the nipple in my mouth, and sucking on it while I squeezed it as though trying to suck the whole thing into my mouth. It wasn't far off, as she wasn't incredibly big-breasted. She merely played with my hair as I feasted on her mammaries, moving from one nipple to the other, then back again. She let out a sigh of pleasure and I decided it was time to move this production on another step. Plus, I was feeling like my cock was going to explode.
I took off my pants and boxers and then lifted off my shirt. I felt her hands come to my chest and she kissed me on the chin, then adjusted to kiss my lips. She moaned with pleasure and warmth as I continued to fondle her breasts with my hands, jiggling them, pinching the nipples, handling them as she had ever only allowed me to do.
I finally lowered my hands to her skirt and lifted it up so I could slide my hands underneath. I slid her panties off and then started fingering her pussy with my right hand as I returned the other to her right breast with my left hand. I felt her hand lower down to take my hard rod and she started rubbing it.
Breaking our kiss, I said, "Let me lie down and you get on top of me, okay?"
"Okay," she said, softly, and I took her hand as I lied down and she lied right on top of me, her pussy inches away from my ready cock. I fondled her breasts as she grabbed my penis and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina. Like an experienced lover, she slid herself on it, and raised herself up and down on it to force it to penetrate her inch by inch until it was all the way in. As I continued to squeeze her tits, she did the rest of the work, raising and lowering herself at such a pace that I knew I wouldn't last very long.
"I'm going to cum inside you soon," I managed to say. "If you want to go first, you better hurry." To help her, I focused my attention on her nipples, tweaking them and rubbing them. That got moans from her.
I held back as long as I could, which was just enough as I felt her vaginal walls squeeze, snap, and pull on my ready cock. I unloaded, humping over and over again until it was all inside her. She lowered herself to lie directly on top of me. I could feel her heart beating through her chest. I put my arms around her to hold her close, her head resting on my chest.
"I love you," I heard her say, softly. She sounded very tired.
"I love you to," I said. I stroked her hair, lingering slightly on the back of her neck.
After several minutes, I felt her fall asleep on top of me. Idly, I noticed my penis, though softer, was still inside her. The thought of this made me hard again, so I started humping. She didn't wake, so I kept going, hump after hump, getting harder as I went. Reaching down, I lightly fingered her hiney, and felt another ejaculation coming on. While she yet slept, I came into her again. I was glad I got to again, because I wasn't sure when I'd be able to see her again.
I pulled myself out when I was finished and woke her up. "We should get you home," I told her. She nodded and we helped each other dress. When we got a block away from her house, I kissed her. "Goodnight," I said to her. "I love you."
"I love you too," she said, then went to her house.
As I drove home, I realized her backpack was still in my car, where her feet would have been.