This one doesn't have a lot of action, so please bear with me. Elizabeth's 14, while the narrator is 24.
When I got home, I grabbed Elizabeth's backpack and went immediately to my room. Locking the door behind me, I opened the backpack, thinking perhaps she had left it in my car on purpose. As I pulled the contents out, I found a notebook, a math book, an english book, and a calculator. Underneath, I found a pair of panties, green with white dots. Smiling to myself, I slid the panties up one of my legs, and got it to the top where it fit snugly. Normally I didn't behave like this, but it was funny to me, and also helped me remember how tiny Elizabeth was. Her waist was only a bit bigger around than my legs! And I was by no means fat. I was a soccer player, and had big upper legs.
I knew that she would be needing her backpack tomorrow for school, but I couldn't just bring it over, so I decided that I would just have to meet her at the school somehow. She went to Forest Grove High School, which was about two miles from my home. As a supervisor on salary, I would be able to leave work, drive over, give her the backpack, and get back to work without problem.
I did just that at eight o'clock. I reported to the main office and told them that I was her older brother and needed to give her the backpack. When she came and saw me, she smiled broadly and came over.
She was wearing an orange t-shirt which hugged her figure nicely, and a pair of hip-hugging blue jeans. She looked modest and shy, but that look turns me on so much, especially her.
"Is it alright if I walk her to class?" I asked the secretary. She nodded and smiled, then went back to work. I walked down the hallway and we took the first exit to go to my car. Security wasn't a high priority at this school, at least for students leaving with adults, so there was no interference with me taking her out to my car. She kept smiling, knowing something was coming up, and that she would enjoy it as usual.
When we got to my car, I opened the door for her and then went in on my side. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips without saying anything, and she kissed me back. We kissed for minutes, our tongues inserting themselves into the other's mouth. With my right hand I held the back of her head tightly, cradling it so that I could continue the making out. With my left hand, I found the bottom of her shirt and slid it up to find the bra-held tits I loved so much. She didn't even pause in the making out, continuing as though she was used to it, which she was. I was pleased that the bra was lacey and thin, because I could easily pull the breast out and play with the nipple. I was gentle, just enjoying the softness of her breast and the taste of her mouth.
Finally, she broke the kiss and said, "I should get to class soon, but if you want me to suck on your thing, I will."
Like I was going to reject! I unzipped my pants and allowed her to pull my member out. It was already rock-hard as she lowered herself down and took it into her mouth. Her mouth was warm, and it felt so amazing that I moaned audibly. Reaching over her, I pulled her shirt up so that her bra-covered portion was exposed, and started playing with her breasts while she bent over me. My main focus was her nipples, though I spent plenty of time fondling the fleshy mounds of her breasts. I even grabbed one of her nipples and pulled on it, causing her to yelp, then laugh. "That hurt!" she said between her laughs.
"Sorry," I said. I meant it. I've never understood why a man would hurt the woman he loved in sexual play. Personally. I don't think it's wrong necessarily, I just don't understand it. Elizabeth was my flower, and I wanted to treat her with delicacy.
I again started playing with her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples, hoping that her heavy breathing between sucks on my rod meant that I was pleasuring her. As I did this, she she sucked on the head of my cock while jacking it with her left hand. Her right hand was cupping my balls, her fingers playing with them. I humped her mouth to a rhythm, trying to be quick but also seeking to enjoy this experience, as usual. Already, Elizabeth was coming through wonderfully.
I felt I was going to ejaculate soon, so I warned her. She didn't halt, but rather intensified her efforts until I started streaming into her mouth. She swallowed shot after shot of cum, until finally I was finished. She sat up and smiled. "How was that?" she asked.
I kissed her on the mouth, a small peck. "You're good, Elizabeth," I said. "That was incredible."
I kissed her again, then leaned over and lowered myself to her nipple and began sucking on it. I could take quite a lot of her breast into my mouth, and with the nipple deep inside, I would flick it repeatedly with my tongue. She moaned with pleasure, playing with my hair. "Don't stop," she said breathlessly. I didn't want to.
I kept on for about ten minutes, switching breasts every few minutes, until I finally released and kissed her on the mouth again. "You taste good," I told her. She smiled and I kissed her again.
"I should get you to class," I said. She nodded, looking sad that I had to go.
"I wish I could see you more," she said.
"I wish so too," I said. "We'll think of a way, don't worry."
With that, I got out of my car and opened her door for her. When she got out, I hugged her, holding her close. "I'm so happy you're in my life," I told her.
She had tears in her eyes at this point. She looked at me, then back down and rested her head on my chest. After a minute, I took her hand and walked her to her class.
I was going to have to find a way to see her more often. Blowjobs, petting, and makeout sessions were nice, but he wanted the sex, and he wanted to be with her. I was truly in love with her, and I missed her. As I walked back to the car, I already missed her, but I knew there was more to come. There had to be more. I felt there would be.