Hurt Me Less, Make me you

Its was time

Getting off the bus he was waiting there. He had on a yellow west florence hoodie, a grey pair of joggers, & some black shoes. I wasn't sure how to feel. Of course seeing him made me nervous so i turned the other way walking but not before he saw me. I heard him calling my name in excitement but I sped off the other way. He was like a celebrity, every girl on my bus jumping on him for a hug or to talk. I was at a great head start, but he quickly caught up. " I was calling you big head " he said like a sweet little kid. I giggled returning back to comfort " I ain't heard you big head !" I said shuffling my feet. "Well I gotta drop off my book bag & change, your walking with me" " ughh is it far " " nah just come on you'll only be waiting 10 min. ".
When we got there after dancing & cupcaking down the road it was maybe 5 before he came back out. He had changed into a blue pair of basket ball shorts but he looked just as good. We walked my way to my house knowing what we wanted to do. Knowing that every step was fueled on lusts. When we got back to my house my mom was still home, so we waited. We sat outside on a green hill by my house mostly covered from view. It went quickly from innocence to reality when I reached for his dick. He at first kinda fought it but let go. I was giving good pressure & I automatically felt it begin to throb in my hand. He looked at me then giggled. He almost looked like his face was asking what the fuck are you doing. But no he liked it. Carefully he removed my hands from his draws & sat me on top of it. I had never done this but I was a pretty good tease. I began rocking my hips to his, just like I knew he would like it. I heard a low moan but I didn't stop. " you know how to grind dont you " he said placing me on the grass in front of him " yes " I said smiling " how do you know " he plastered another sly look on his face then returned to being serious " I can tell by how you move ". Reaching both hands over me I thought he was giving me a hug but quickly I realized he was reaching for my soaking box. At first he rubbed it through the shorts soaking up my every little moan like the rays of summer. Then he pulled them to the side & stuck a finger in. I moaned in pleasure as I held on to his thighs. He was hitting every spot I ever dreamed of the way I dreamt it. He turned me to face him sitting on his lap & smiled. He then again put in his experienced finger & began again. My desperate plea for him to stop esculated into a beg for him to pump faster. We stopped eventually because my mom came outside but we were going in the house