Nicole was hot. Almost too hot for teen Nate to take, which really wasn’t that much given how teens could be.
They were getting along well and Nicole seemed to be more than capable of holding up most of the conversation, which was good because Nate continually had to keep himself from trying to stare down the neck hole of her shirt (if thats what those were called?) and from wondering if she really was packing a monster in those shorts.
It got to the point where Nate’s vagina was quite slick and softly pulsing between his legs, hungry and wanting to be filled. He thought at times he could feel every fiber of his panties individually he was so sensitive and his fidgeting over it eventually got so noticeable that Nicole asked,”Are you feeling alright, Nate?”
“Me?” Nate asked blushing,”Fine, fine. My stomach’s just a bit upset. Please excuse me for a few minutes?”
Nicole nodded and Nate stood up and walked as quickly as he thought he could to the restrooms without drawing attention, passing many knick knacks and classic 70’s Americana on the way, one or two of which he tried to distract his brain with as his pussy burned and clenched between his thighs.
Inside the mens room he quickly found the nearest stall, went inside, locked the latch behind him and clawed at his pants with clumsy teen fingers. Dropping both them and his panties to his ankles he then turned around and sat on the toilet with a sigh of relief even though his pussy was pulsing more urgently now.
“Too close….” he breathed to himself and then looked down at the beads of pearly arousal glistening in his bush. His clit had swelled out from underneath his hood, glistening and throbbing with need, which his tight panties hadn’t helped with.
He had no choice in the matter, not if he wanted to keep from embarrassing himself in front of everyone.
With practiced ease he reached down with two fingers and touched the little nub that ruled the lives of every boy, rubbed it, thought of penis, and began to orgasm as simply as that. Gasping loudly, Nate frantically tried to keep seated even as his hips tried to rise to further engulf the penis he imagined within his tight, honeyed walls. Once it began, his vagina didn’t take long to clench and release a little but intense gush of syrupy white grool which Nature intended to provide very pleasing lubrication to a boy’s mate.
All too soon, the fires inside him dimmed and Nate almost collapsed from relief not only from the intense orgasm but from having avoided creaming his pants, something which would have led to a very noticeable wet spot if nothing else.
“Fuck….” he panted breathlessly and then, looking down at his bush and seeing it was now sticky and matted with his grool. “Fuck!” he said again,“No wonder everyone shaves these days.” and began to wipe at his pungent teen discharge with toilet paper.
Meanwhile….