Two young lezzies kissing and teasing each other ardently

The back seat, the prom, and Billy\’s kiss.

My roommate Mary Cramer claimed she had a boyfriend for a few weeks her senior year in high school that could make her cream her panties in the backseat of his car just by kissing her.

Mary stood under five feet kept her brownish hair pulled back into a pony tail and rarely bothered with make-up. So far as I know she wore the same jeans and flannel work shirt every day our first semester. But she had pretty brown eyes and large sensuous lips and her dowdy clothing camouflaged a well-proportioned body. I d seen her emerge from the shower firm breasts reddened by the spray droplets clinging to her bush legs and ass made muscular from the regular walks across campus and up Fee Lane.

If the boys had known what she was hiding under those jeans and that work shirt believe men they d have been pulling their weenies every night while fantasizing about Mary.

She was the first to admit that the boy she dated during that warm damp spring just after they both turned 18 was not exactly Jude Law or Brad Pitt. An Honor Society buddy Billy Mueller was skinny as a rail beak-nosed and more than a little pimply. But on the positive side he was smart as a whip articulate and a perfect gentleman. And if you could get past the nose and the pimples he had these thick sensual lips that reminded you most of Steven Tyler. The kind of lips that a Good Girl wants to kiss until her face is bruised.

Mary remembered the first time he d kissed her as distinctly as if it had happened yesterday. They d spent the evening studying together at the local library—he later went onto MIT and became an engineer famous for inventing an improvement to something called a spectrograph. She was still dressed in her cute white blouse plaid skirt and Bobbie Sox from school. He drove a beat-up second-hand Ford Falcon from the 1960s that had been in the family for years. It had bench seats both front and back and an automatic gear shift on the column. When they pulled up in her parents drive he turned to her looking a little queasy. It surprised her when he leaned over and brushed those lovely lips against hers.

Now it wasn t the first time Mary Cramer had been kissed—there was a boy who had kissed her at a dance in eighth grade and a first cousin who tried to get fresh at a family reunion—but there was something about Billy and his kiss that she recognized as special right away. Billy s kiss left her puckered and wanting more her heart beating in her chest like a hummingbird s wings. Yet no sooner had his lips touched hers than he withdrew embarrassed and flustered.

Fortunately things progressed from there. The next week they went to see a movie. Seated in the back row between bites of popcorn and Junior Mints Billy put his arm across her shoulder and pulled her close. She lifted her face invitingly and he kissed her again. This time their lips lingered together for a long soft moment that left her breathless and flushed. On screen as Tom Cruise danced in his underwear to Bob Seger s Old Time Rock and Roll Mary and Billy kissed again and again. By the time they walked outside into a freshening spring rain Mary s knees were weak and shaky her breasts heavy and achy.

Now believe it or not no boy had ever made Mary wet before so she didn t really know what was going on down there. After all she was a Good Girl who d spent her high school years learning Calculus US History and Shakespeare. It was only after Billy dropped her off at home and she was alone in her room that she had a chance to explore.

Sitting on the edge of her bed she peeled off her pink satin panties. There in the crotch was a sweetly-scented wet spot. She rubbed the fabric between her thumb and forefinger. It was slippery to the touch. Her curiosity further aroused she opened her legs and brought her knees to her chest. The wiry bush of pubic hair was slick with whatever was leaking from inside her. She reached lower and touched herself. There. Oh yes there. She d touched herself there while bathing or drying off but she d never really investigated. And of course she d attended sex-ed classes and studied the clinical photographs that showed all of those parts — the labia the vulva the vagina the fallopian tubes and the ovaries. But she d never conducted in-depth research on herself. What she discovered both amazed and delighted.

Her labia her lips were strangely swollen. Swollen in a way that caused her vulva her opening to reveal itself like a delicate flower in first bloom. And sure enough her lips and her opening were coated with that viscous liquid that had flooded her panties. Oh my. She inserted a fingertip into her opening. She was even wetter inside than out. She inserted her finger as far as it would go and exhaled sharply. The walls of her untried vagina grasped her finger like a vice. She bit her lower lip and pushed two fingers inside. To her surprise the tiny opening easily welcomed its guests.

She withdrew her fingers and studied them—they were shiny and wet and fragrant with the same scent as her panties. When she brought her fingers to her lips for a taste a gossamer thread of nectar stretched from her opening to her tongue like a spider s web spun into the wind. Her fingers tasted sweet and musky at the same time.

She retrieved a handheld mirror from the dresser and a penlight from a dresser drawer. She squatted over the mirror and shined the light on her nether region. Swollen yes and begging for attention. She used her free hand to spread her lips. Pink and glistening. And there residing at the top of her slit where her lips came together was a pulsing bead of flesh that begged for attention. She touched it lightly with a forefinger and the sensation nearly caused her to lose her balance.

She held the light and mirror in place and studied the tiny bump that extended in its excitement from the cover of its hood. Of course it had to be her clitoris. Instinctively she swirled a finger inside her opening to draw lubrication and applied it gingerly to the bump. This time the sensation was so pleasurable and strong it frightened her.

In a rush Mary stood returned the mirror and penlight to their homes and slipped into a pair of clean dry panties. The panties she d worn on her date with Billy she stashed in an envelope and threw in the trash so her mother wouldn t find them. She collapsed into her bed pulled the covers up tight around her shoulders and fell into a deep slumber. She knew she dreamed all night but the next morning she couldn t recall a single image.

In the days and weeks that followed Mary and Billy began to cut short their study sessions and drive to a place Mary had heard the Bad Girls talk about. Far out in the country a blacktop road cut a path through the newly-planted cornfields. Off of that country road a farmer s lane led to a meadow surrounded by large weeping willow trees. Beyond the willow trees a creek made its way to the river.

There in that meadow with the corn growing in the distance and the creek bubbling on its journey under the fading light of long spring evenings Mary and Billy kissed. For hours he d hold her face in his overlarge hands as if it were a delicate treasure and kiss her like their lives depended on it. He d bestow butterfly kisses so soft she could barely feel them on her cheeks and about her eyes. He d kiss her open mouthed his tongue dancing across her tonsils until they both grew dizzy breathing the same air.

While they kissed and their clothes rustled in the soft spring air Mary s breasts swelled and heaved. Her nipples grew taut and hard and strained against the fabric of her bra. And down below she felt those delicious sensations as she saturated her panties soaked the crotch of her jeans or leaked through the seat of her skirts.

Now Mary didn t know much about sex but from what she d overheard the Bad Girls say in the locker room and read in a dirty book her friend Lisa had given her she expected the kissing to lead to more. She expected Billy to touch her breasts—at least through her blouse. She expected him to slide a hand up her skirt or down her jeans. She expected him take her hand and place it on his crotch.

But Billy did none of these things.

He kissed her he held her he panted passionately but he didn t make his move. Yet she knew that he was as excited and needy as she. For when he stood she could make out the bulge in his pants. She could sometimes see or imagined she could see his penis twitching. She even detected what she believed was a wet spot near the zipper of Billy s khakis. Did boys leak this stuff too?

Each night after he dropped her off Mary would rush inside say goodnight to her parents and closet herself in her room. She would examine herself as she had that night after Billy took her to the movie. Except she grew bolder in her self-examinations. She placed a finger on each side of her clitoris and rubbed tenderly. The hood glided over the sensitive tip bringing it to life. She delved deep inside her opening pushing her fingers in and out and rocking her hips as she did so. She liked the squishy sucking sounds her fingers made as they worked.

Sometimes she would lie on her flat tummy and grind her pelvis against the bed. The sensations were less threatening but just as intense. Once as she humped the bed and thought of Billy kissing her she felt a warmness begin in her anus seize her thighs and the folds of her sex and continue to build. Again the sensation frightened her and she stopped short. Not knowing how to complete herself she laid there her round bare ass exposed to the overhead light her muscular thighs parted wide her opening dripping juices onto the sheet her mother washed and placed on the bed for her. She remembered sleeping fitfully only to awaken sore and cranky.

Finally Prom rolled around and of course Billy was Mary s date. After an awkward evening at a formal dinner and dance—where neither of them felt comfortable— the limo driver dropped off their double date. They were alone in the backseat with the glass window between them and the driver shut tight. Billy inched closer draped an arm over her shoulder and pulled her head onto his chest. That first kiss he barely grazed her. When she responded by opening her mouth he was encouraged. His velvet tongue searched her lips dragged across her sharp little teeth and gums. When she thrust her tongue into his mouth his tongue darted like a feral animal teasing her tasting her.

She felt the wetness begin with a tingle felt it continue with a delicious flow. It was almost as if she d peed herself. Her panties and thighs were awash with her nectar. Suddenly she couldn t help herself. She lowered the armrest between her and Billy and hiked up her chiffon skirt. She straddled the armrest facing him. She wasn t exactly sure what she was doing but she knew she had to do it.

While Billy kissed her and she kissed him back her hips began to move her thighs opened and closed and she pressed her opening and the tiny sensitive bead of flesh above the entrance to her opening against the arm rest. Still Billy remained content to kiss her only kiss her—despite the obvious boner straining against the fabric of his tuxedo despite his breathing that sounded like a loose barn board rattling in the wind.

But Mary swooned overcome with passion. The kissing the slipperiness created sensations more powerful than anything she d experienced in the solitary confines of her room.

She continued to thrust and bear down on the armrest. After a while she became aware of that curious warmth that began in and around the tight brown orifice nestled deep between the cheeks of her ass. She felt the heat spread to her thighs and her opening. She felt the flame quicken and lick about her clitoris. And this time there was no holding back no stopping short.

Mary s first orgasm which she d been building toward for weeks racked her entire body. Her thighs quaked. The muscles in her abdomen tightened her brown orifice clenched her special opening spasmed and her bead screamed with pleasure.

When it was over Mary s head was thrown back her mouth was open wide and a hand was thrust under her bra where it squeezed a breast and nipple. When she looked at Billy he stared at her as if she d lost her mind. Which of course was exactly what she d done.

Are you all right? he managed.

Yes oh yes. I m well I m just amazing.

She slid off the armrest and sure enough she d left a spot the size of a baseball.

See what you do to me? she asked pointing at it.

His eyes stole a furtive embarrassed glance at the remains of her orgasm then looked away as she returned the armrest to its place. It was then that she realized how painfully shy he was. He probably wanted relief as much as her but was too shy to ask. Even though she was a Good Girl Mary knew she needed to take the initiative.

Isn t there something I could do for you? she asked him.

Well… he said and swallowed hard.

She reached between his legs. In the folds of his pants was a hard lump the size of a baby s arm. She gave it a tender squeeze. Does that feel good?

Billy groaned and Mary took it as a good sign. She wasn t quite sure how to proceed but she decided that maybe his penis was like a much larger version of her clitoris If it felt good to her to rub up and down on her clitoris maybe he d like that on his penis. She struggled for a moment with his zipper then reached inside.

Oh yes. It was long six to eight inches. And thick. She guessed three to four inches around. And on the end a large bulbous head winked at her with one eye. She rubbed her thumb across the opening. A slippery nectar issued forth. She followed her instincts and spread the nectar over the head. And then she began a stroking pumping action.

Billy lay his head back on the seat and lifted his hips. She stopped pumping for a moment and delved lower. Nestled like eggs beneath his erection she found two furry balls. She raked them softly with her fingernails and Billy whimpered like a child who has lost its mother.

She resumed her stroking and pumping. His entire length and breadth was now coated with juices. His breathing quickened. She stroked faster harder. Then suddenly his entire body stiffened and convulsed—much like hers had earlier. Billy erupted in her hand onto his trousers and across the skirt of her dress. She d never imagined there could be so much of this stuff. And even as he squirted and bucked she continued her ministrations until she relieved him of every drop.

When it was over she brought her hand to her lips. Saltier than hers thicker than hers stickier than hers. But she loved it. Loved what she d done with him and for him and loved all this wetness. She lifted her face to Billy s and they kissed the rest of the way home just managing to clean themselves up enough to get past the driver and their parents watchful eyes.

For the next few weeks Billy and Mary kept it up. But it remained mostly about the kissing. Oh more than a few times she straddled his thigh and rode him to a climax while they kissed. And more than a few times she massaged his penis until it foamed into her hand. But they never went beyond that. Never went all the way. Because well because Mary was a Good Girl.

Before they knew it graduation rolled around. Billy got a chance to attend a summer session at MIT for the brightest incoming freshman and Mary took a job at the local Mall. That fall she came down to Indiana University while Billy went off to Cambridge. Their letters and phone calls grew less frequent.

There would be other boys and men for Mary Cramer. Neither of us had a doubt. But as Mary told her story in her soft sweet voice while we lay in our separate beds in our darkened dorm room on Harper Eight I was pretty sure. No boy had ever made Mary Cramer as wet as Billy Mueller and maybe no one ever would again.