Neighbor Affair

Jake beamed with happiness as our lips parted, but that excitement was quickly replaced by embarrassment at the realization that I had noticed his erection. I wanted to laugh and tell him that I took it as a compliment, but I knew he might take my laughter the wrong way.

"Jake, it's okay. It's natural for guys to get...aroused when they're making out. It's normal," I assured him as I patted his knee. "Trust me, okay? Now, I'm thinking we could go back in and dance some more, or we could kiss some more if you want."

I knew it was wrong of me to offer to make out with him, but what was even more wrong was that I was hoping that he would choose that option. What was more wrong was that I couldn't help but notice just how large that bulge in his pants was and wonder just what Jake had between his legs.
 
I was pretty sure that getting a raging boner wasn't completely normal during a simple kiss. I mean I had seen the guys at school making out with their girlfriends and not walk around with a big ass tent. Come to think of it, I never really looked so maybe it was normal and they just hid it. Either way I was relieved that Faraday not only didn't mind but she seemed kind of proud of what she did to me.

Then she offered to go back to the dance or make out some more. After having been inside and dealt with that nonsense I wasn't that interested in going back. However making out with Faraday was much more appealing. "The only way I'm going back in there is if it really looks like we fucked the shit out of each other. And I don't know how to fake that. Making out sound much more fun anyway." I told her with a grin. I was started to feel light headed a bit, must be the booze talking.
 
"Okay, let's have some fun," I said with a smile as I leaned my head back against the seat and reached out to pull Jake toward me. His lips met mine and almost immediately my tongue sought his out. After a few moments I slid one hand to the back of his head and let my fingers clutch at his hair. My other hand was on his bicep, holding on to him to make sure he didn't get too carried away.

The kissing was slowly growing more and more intense, and as much as I wanted to convince myself that I was just this friendly, more experienced woman who was helping out her poor, misunderstood neighbor, I was getting turned on. It wasn't that I wanted Jake, necessarily, but it felt good to have someone kissing me so tenderly, so intimately. It felt good to feel desired.

"Still having fun?" I asked as I pulled my lips from his for a split second before resuming the kiss. I moved my hand from his bicep, down to his hand, guiding it up until his palm was pressed over one of my breasts.
 
Kissing her was like heaven. Tasting her made me never want candy or sweets ever again. Our tongues danced and played together like we had been practicing. Faraday hooked her hand around my head and her other hand on my bicep, keepi g me from pulling away as if I would ever want too. It was like she was stealing my breath away and I would be happy to give it all to her.

"Still having fun?" She teased in a brief breath.

"Best prom ever." I replied.

Her hand dropped down my arm to take my hand. I was shocked when she pressed my hand to her breast. I couldn't believe it. I was touching my first breast, was through the dress second base or third. Whatever I was touched her soft yet firm and warm mound and I was trembling because of it. My hand squeezed lightly, testing what kind of touching I could do with her.
 
Jake was tentative at first, but soon his hand was groping my chest eagerly as we continued to make out. All in all, it wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. I wouldn't say he was a natural, but he was certainly a quick learner. As he continued to squeeze and fondle one of my breasts through my dress, I let my lips move to his neck and his ear, lingering there for several moments.

I placed a hand on his knee, or at least, I intended to place my hand on his knee, but somehow I missed his knee and my hand ended up on the bulge in his pants. After the initial shock of realizing that I'd just stroked his erection, and the equally shocking realization that Jake was hung like a horse, I moved my hand away from his lap.

"Sorry," I murmured into his ear, not intending to give him false hope that something more was going to happen.
 
I loved touching her chest. I always wondered what her breasts would feel like in my hand and now I knew, and I went at her chest eagerly. Our lips worked together, our tongues danced. My dick was so hard it hurt, like I was physically aching down there. The first sexual experience of my life and it came from a woman as incredibly beautiful as Faraday. This was the luckiest night of my life.

I felt her hand come up and brush over my crotch, causing my shaft to surge and hope shot through me. I didn't think she would ever go that far, but maybe just maybe she would help me get some relief.

I was saddened almost instantly as her hand jerked away and she said "Sorry."

I frowned, "It's okay, I'm so hard it hurts against my zipper." I told her, kissing her again. "Want to see it?" I asked softly against her lips, my hand giving her breast a squeeze.
 
"Ohmigod! I can't believe you just said that," I responded pulling back from Jake, an incredulous smile on my face. "What's happened to the shy little boy that I brought to the prom just a few short hours ago? Don't tell me that a few kisses and a little boobage has turned you into some kind of sex crazed teenager."

I leaned forward and kissed Jake on the cheek, my voice growing softer, "I'm flattered, really, and if I was a couple of years younger and well...not married, then I would definitely take you up on that offer, but unfortunately I'm not and I am...and I can't."

Even as I was saying the words, I kept imagining Jake opening his pants and his erection springing out toward me...me taking it in my hand, in my mouth...

Looking into his eyes, I could see the disappointment, the sense of rejection that he was feeling and I knew that I was just another in a long line of girls who had rejected Jake. My heart broke for him. That was why, despite what I'd said, I reached out and let my hand rub against the bulge in his pants. It was definitely because I felt bad for him and not because I was getting aroused just thinking about seeing his manhood.

"Maybe I could just rub it for you..."
 
I jerked when she cried out at me. I was sorry instantly about what I had said, but the moment was clouding my mind and her outburst certainly brought me back to reality. No matter what she did with me, she would never truly accept me, I knew that. And it wasn't even that she wouldn't want to, it was that she was married and she couldn't which was fine.

"I'm sorry, I....heat of the moment." I stammered.

She told me that maybe if she was younger and not married and offered to rub it for me, placing her hand on my crotch. I felt my zipper rub on my shaft and I shook my head, "Don't."

I flinched back and grabbed her hand, "Stop calling yourself old. You are the most amazing, beautiful, funny, smart, everything a guy could ask for, woman I know and if you call yourself old again I will slap you."

I sighed and gave her hand a squeeze, "Thank you for the offer, but I'm pressing against my zipper and rubbing me now will only make me sore and raw."

I turned and flopped onto the seat beside her and took a deep breath, "Just let me calm down for a moment and bonerman will go away." I knew i couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice.
 
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