She leaned her head back as a familiar feeling poked around inside her. This was one of the reasons she’d fallen for this boy. He really was thoughtful. That feeling poking around in her strummed a string.




Chapter Eight


They went to her house. Instead of having her take him back to his car, he stayed at the house, searching the computer hutch and a small filing cabinet sitting beside the hutch. The cabinet was locked, but it was a cheap lock and, using a paper clip, Bobby picked it open. When she returned from the store, he was still going through folders of papers from the file cabinet.

“What did you find?” she asked, putting the sack with her purchase on the bed.

“I think you and your husband have more than five million naira,” he said.

“We do?”

He indicated one folder, sitting beside the keyboard.

“That has papers in it that say you own stock. There are some dividend and interest income documents and they have big numbers on them.”

“Big? How big?”

“One dividend statement said you got paid two million naira,” he said. “Another one said four hundred thousand and some. There are lots of them in there.”

“But where’s that money?” she said. “Bayo never said anything about getting money like that from stocks. He never even told me he bought any stocks.”

“There’s obviously other bank accounts,” said Bobby. “If you add up just the few amounts I’ve seen, it comes to hundreds of thousands of naira.”

“We don’t have hundreds of thousands of naira,” said Princess, firmly.

“You haven’t spent hundreds of thousands of naira,” said Bobby. “This is probably all for retirement.”

“Why wouldn’t he tell me about it?” she said.

“Maybe he doesn’t want you to know about it,” said Bobby.

“Why not? I’m his wife!“

Bobby looked grim, but said, “I shouldn’t say anything.”

“What do you mean? Why not?”

“Because I’m a nineteen-year-old kid who doesn’t know squat,” he said.

“Bobby,” she said. “What are you thinking?”

He didn’t speak, at first, but then his worry over whether he was right or not made him open his mouth.

“You said he likes young girls, and that that might be one reason he married you, right?” he said.




Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

Bobby, again perhaps because of his youth and inexperience, tried to just face things head on.

“So what do you want to do?” he asked.

She shrugged, feeling helpless.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“You still don’t know if you’re pregnant or not, right?” he said.

She nodded.

“I won’t for another week, probably. Actually, it will be longer. I’ve never done this before, but just missing a period isn’t confirmation. There will have to be a test, and I think the test has to be done a certain time after conception.”

“So we’re still on hold?”

Again, feeling helpless, she nodded.

“Can we be on hold together?” he asked.

She looked at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t like not getting to be with you ... being apart.”

“You want sex,” she said, her voice flat.

“No. Not necessarily. I just don’t like being away from you. We don’t have to have sex. We can just talk, or eat, or swim or whatever.”

She leaned her head back as a familiar feeling poked around inside her. This was one of the reasons she’d fallen for this boy. He really was thoughtful. That feeling poking around in her strummed a string.





Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

Bobby, again perhaps because of his youth and inexperience, tried to just face things head on.

“So what do you want to do?” he asked.

She shrugged, feeling helpless.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“You still don’t know if you’re pregnant or not, right?” he said.

She nodded.

“I won’t for another week, probably. Actually, it will be longer. I’ve never done this before, but just missing a period isn’t confirmation. There will have to be a test, and I think the test has to be done a certain time after conception.”

“So we’re still on hold?”

Again, feeling helpless, she nodded.

“Can we be on hold together?” he asked.

She looked at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t like not getting to be with you ... being apart.”

“You want sex,” she said, her voice flat.

“No. Not necessarily. I just don’t like being away from you. We don’t have to have sex. We can just talk, or eat, or swim or whatever.”

She leaned her head back as a familiar feeling poked around inside her. This was one of the reasons she’d fallen for this boy. He really was thoughtful. That feeling poking around in her strummed a string.





Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

My cum coated my chest, this time instead of grabbing a washcloth right away she reached out and grabbed finger full and brought it to her mouth again, suddenly she was leaning over me and started to lick it off of my chest directly.

Her lips and tongue grazed over my nipple to suck some cum off which caused me to suck in my breath, I was not aware of how sensitive they were and she looked up as if she had hurt me, I just breathed and watched as she continued to lick up more cum.

After she was done, I went into the bathroom and finished wiping myself off. We finished off a movie on late night television and went to bed.

The next day I woke to find Elizabeth already out of bed, I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Popsie had already left and we had no plans so I decided to have something more substantial for breakfast.

I finished making eggs, bacon, toast and corned beef hash and was halfway through eating it when Elizabeth finally came out, I commented on her unusually long shower hoping for a smart-ass response however she didn't pay me much attention.

She grabbed a plate of breakfast and wolfed it down. As she was finishing, she said she needed to show me something later but first we needed to clean up the apartment which was a task we had been given as part of being given money for entertainment.

The cleaning was far greater than we realized, I found myself scrubbing and sweeping and mopping and wiping down and by the end of it all I was drenched in sweat.

The apartment was spotless and I was exhausted. I laid down on the couch to cool off and allow my muscles to relax, I awoke what only felt a moment later but was in fact a few hours noted by the change in the light coming through the window. Elizabeth was shaking me and telling me I stunk to high hell, I needed to shower.

Grumbling, I got up and made my way into the bathroom, the water felt great against my skin and I soaked in the water for a short period before washing up.

I came out of the bathroom buck naked as I had not brought any clothes in with me, and hey...she had already seen it. She looked over and raised her eyebrows, I said as much that she had already seen it before. Her shoulder shrug gave me no motivation to get dressed so I plopped down on the couch in my birthday suit and turned on the tv.

She disappeared into the bathroom and a few minutes later came out in the new bikini, she walked up in front of me and asked me again to point out if any hairs were coming through, her self-consciousness was odd but I was happy to stare at her thin fabric covered mound.




It Started With a Look; https://okadabooks.com/book/about/it-started-with-a-look/46103

My cum coated my chest, this time instead of grabbing a washcloth right away she reached out and grabbed finger full and brought it to her mouth again, suddenly she was leaning over me and started to lick it off of my chest directly.

Her lips and tongue grazed over my nipple to suck some cum off which caused me to suck in my breath, I was not aware of how sensitive they were and she looked up as if she had hurt me, I just breathed and watched as she continued to lick up more cum.

After she was done, I went into the bathroom and finished wiping myself off. We finished off a movie on late night television and went to bed.

The next day I woke to find Elizabeth already out of bed, I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Popsie had already left and we had no plans so I decided to have something more substantial for breakfast.

I finished making eggs, bacon, toast and corned beef hash and was halfway through eating it when Elizabeth finally came out, I commented on her unusually long shower hoping for a smart-ass response however she didn't pay me much attention.

She grabbed a plate of breakfast and wolfed it down. As she was finishing, she said she needed to show me something later but first we needed to clean up the apartment which was a task we had been given as part of being given money for entertainment.

The cleaning was far greater than we realized, I found myself scrubbing and sweeping and mopping and wiping down and by the end of it all I was drenched in sweat.

The apartment was spotless and I was exhausted. I laid down on the couch to cool off and allow my muscles to relax, I awoke what only felt a moment later but was in fact a few hours noted by the change in the light coming through the window. Elizabeth was shaking me and telling me I stunk to high hell, I needed to shower.

Grumbling, I got up and made my way into the bathroom, the water felt great against my skin and I soaked in the water for a short period before washing up.

I came out of the bathroom buck naked as I had not brought any clothes in with me, and hey...she had already seen it. She looked over and raised her eyebrows, I said as much that she had already seen it before. Her shoulder shrug gave me no motivation to get dressed so I plopped down on the couch in my birthday suit and turned on the tv.

She disappeared into the bathroom and a few minutes later came out in the new bikini, she walked up in front of me and asked me again to point out if any hairs were coming through, her self-consciousness was odd but I was happy to stare at her thin fabric covered mound.




It Started With a Look; https://okadabooks.com/book/about/it-started-with-a-look/46103

His confidence failed him as he contemplated that what he’d just said meant he would have a permanent relationship with Princess Johnson. How could he possibly hope for something like that? He still thought of her as being way out of his league.

“At least part of the time,” he amended.

He reached to touch her hand.

“We have to be together at least part of the time.”

Her defenses crumbled, because what he said rang true in her.

“Yes,” she sighed. “We have to be together at least part of the time.”

“And who knows?” he said. “We’ve only known each other ... been together ... for a short time. We might have lots of things in common that we just haven’t discovered yet.”

“I hope so,” she whispered.

Agreement does not necessarily bring relief or peace. Agreement is, in some sense, the easy part, because after the agreement, then a course of action for the future has to be determined.

Need an example? Imagine being a young soldier, walking into a war zone after a terrible bomb went off above it. Imagine meeting people over whom you have complete authority, who are in the kind of trouble that exceeds your comprehension, and who you have no shared language with. The agreement has been made: We’ll stop fighting and trying to kill each other. We’ll try to rebuild our shattered lives. It was not simple to come to that agreement, but imagine what everyone faced after the agreement was made.

Of course this relationship wasn’t that difficult. It didn’t even come close. It might have helped them both if they had compared themselves to the situation just described. Had they done that, they might have decided that their problems didn’t amount to a Garuba of beans.

But they were too close to it to stand back and look at the forest, rather than the trees that seemed to hem them in.

Bobby, again perhaps because of his youth and inexperience, tried to just face things head on.





Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

His confidence failed him as he contemplated that what he’d just said meant he would have a permanent relationship with Princess Johnson. How could he possibly hope for something like that? He still thought of her as being way out of his league.

“At least part of the time,” he amended.

He reached to touch her hand.

“We have to be together at least part of the time.”

Her defenses crumbled, because what he said rang true in her.

“Yes,” she sighed. “We have to be together at least part of the time.”

“And who knows?” he said. “We’ve only known each other ... been together ... for a short time. We might have lots of things in common that we just haven’t discovered yet.”

“I hope so,” she whispered.

Agreement does not necessarily bring relief or peace. Agreement is, in some sense, the easy part, because after the agreement, then a course of action for the future has to be determined.

Need an example? Imagine being a young soldier, walking into a war zone after a terrible bomb went off above it. Imagine meeting people over whom you have complete authority, who are in the kind of trouble that exceeds your comprehension, and who you have no shared language with. The agreement has been made: We’ll stop fighting and trying to kill each other. We’ll try to rebuild our shattered lives. It was not simple to come to that agreement, but imagine what everyone faced after the agreement was made.

Of course this relationship wasn’t that difficult. It didn’t even come close. It might have helped them both if they had compared themselves to the situation just described. Had they done that, they might have decided that their problems didn’t amount to a Garuba of beans.

But they were too close to it to stand back and look at the forest, rather than the trees that seemed to hem them in.

Bobby, again perhaps because of his youth and inexperience, tried to just face things head on.





Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

She adjusted fast and the second jet of cum mostly entered her mouth. Drops were falling off her face and dripping down onto her breasts and the floor.

She continued to stroke me until the hyper sensitivity took over and I was jerking around from the tingles.

At this time I finally had the opportunity to look at what we had done. Her face had cum from her hairline down across her cheeks and chin, she was licking her lips and was looking down at her cum covered breasts.

The smile on her face said it all as she started taking finger full from her body and putting them in her mouth. She was definitely enjoying it, not sure if it was the taste or just the naughty factor of it.

I could do nothing but sit there and bask in the glory of such an amazing orgasm.

She started to get up and put her bra on, putting her cum soaked breasts into the cups and strapping it up. “I like the way it feels against my skin, so slippery and yet so sticky” she said. She put her shirt back on and then looked around for something to wipe her face.

I offered up my shirt and she leaned down and used the inside to wipe my cum from her face.

She grabbed the items she wanted to buy including the bikini and then we snuck out, I wish I could have seen the face of the person in there next.

It was clear that something devious had happened. Several pools of cum still lay on the floor in front of the chair and I had no intention of cleaning that up.

Elizabeth paid for her items and we raced out to the bus stop, making it just in time.

That night, we lay in bed, she asked if I was going to make myself cum again, I was shocked and yet not upset at how often she prodded me to play with myself, being that it was quickly becoming my favorite activity at that age I was not about to complain.

This time I was slightly let down as she didn't offer to help but I again noticed her breathing changing as I lay there stroking, I could see her hand was between her legs but nothing more.

My cum coated my chest, this time instead of grabbing a washcloth right away she reached out and grabbed finger full and brought it to her mouth again, suddenly she was leaning over me and started to lick it off of my chest directly.





It Started With a Look: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/it-started-with-a-look/46103

My eyes were glued. She realized what she was doing and turned around, I just sat there in a daze, my cock throbbing in my shorts as she finished putting the bikini back on its holder. She had redressed into her shorts and her original bra and sat next to me on the extra chair.

She said, “So...was shopping so bad?”

I replied, “Nope...you feel free to bring me any time!”

She chuckled. “So….let me think you are going to need to take care of that huh…..you know….this room is pretty private if you can keep your noises down.”

I was shocked at the idea, but it quickly settled as intensely erotic to me. I reached down and pulled my shorts down, my cock was pointing straight up.

The look on Elizabeth’s face was near to the point of licking her lips. She took in a breath. “Would you like me to help?”



CHAPTER THREE

I could only nod, she got off her chair and knelt in front of me, her bra lifting her breasts into jiggling masses that were my focus point until I felt her hand grasp the base of my cock.

My body responded, showing it was very excited to have another hand besides mine back in control.

I had already started to drip pre-cum out of the end and Elizabeth used her finger to smear this all over my shaft and then used that to start stroking up and down. I didn't figure to be long for this orgasm after all the stimulation from the visuals previously.

I could feel my balls boiling with cum as she stroked up and down, she slowly leaned her head against my thigh as she stroked, her face ever closer, I could feel her breath on my cock as she stroked. She looked up at me. “Is it bad that I kind of liked the taste when it went in my mouth last night?”

I could only shake my head in the negative.

She said, “Would you like it if I try to taste some more. I am really curious if I actually like it.”

Again, my head could only shake no. I could feel the tingles going up my legs.

Suddenly she released my cock and undid her bra.

Now as she took back up stroking, her tits were jiggling even more and swaying from side to side. I could not take any more, I let her know I was moments from cumming.

Ore shifted slightly and the evil look in her eye told me all. She pointed my cock at her face and opened her mouth, it was mere inches away but it could have been miles, her aim still proved off. The first jet of cum shot forth with great speed and traced a line across her face from her forehead down to her chin.

She adjusted fast and the second jet of cum mostly entered her mouth. Drops were falling off her face and dripping down onto her breasts and the floor. She continued to stroke me until the hyper sensitivity took over and I was jerking around from the tingles.


It Started With a Look: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/it-started-with-a-look/46103

“I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, Bobby,” she said. “I’m not supposed to be in love with you. This is a bad thing!”

“Why?” he asked. “What’s wrong with it?” His mind wasn’t working at faster than light speed any longer. The glut of data was taking longer to process. He was, for the first time, trying to analyze what his feelings for her meant in the long term.

“It would never work between us,” she said. “I’m too old and you’re too young. You have your whole life ahead of you. People would never accept us as a couple. It would just never work!”

“If we were happy being together, then who cares what people think?” he said.

“You haven’t even finished university, yet,” she said.

“Okay, so I’ll finish unversity.”

“We don’t have anything in common,” she said.

“Aren’t we going to have a baby in common? Or is that out the window, too? Is that what you’re saying? You don’t want to have a baby anymore?”

Again she was filled with a surge of emotion, but this was cooler, more controlled. Yes ... she did want to have this baby. That was rock solid truth and she could not ignore that. It flew in the face of all her objections, but it was there, like a big granite boulder.

“I’m not saying that at all,” she sighed. She looked at him. “I do want to have the baby, but anything beyond that ... it will be too hard. I don’t want to be in love, Bobby. My life is complicated enough as it is! It will just be too hard.”

“So, you’ve never done anything this hard before?”

“Bobby, you have your whole life ahead of you,” she said. “You need to go out and live it!”

“And what if I want to live it with you in it?” he asked. “We’re going to have a child. What if I want to be in the child’s life?”

“I don’t know,” she wailed.

“Well I do,” he said, with the simplicity and certainty of youth. “We’re in this together. That means we have to stay together.”

His confidence failed him as he contemplated that what he’d just said meant he would have a permanent relationship with Princess Johnson.

How could he possibly hope for something like that? He still thought of her as being way out of his league.


Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

“I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, Bobby,” she said. “I’m not supposed to be in love with you. This is a bad thing!”

“Why?” he asked. “What’s wrong with it?” His mind wasn’t working at faster than light speed any longer. The glut of data was taking longer to process. He was, for the first time, trying to analyze what his feelings for her meant in the long term.

“It would never work between us,” she said. “I’m too old and you’re too young. You have your whole life ahead of you. People would never accept us as a couple. It would just never work!”

“If we were happy being together, then who cares what people think?” he said.

“You haven’t even finished university, yet,” she said.

“Okay, so I’ll finish unversity.”

“We don’t have anything in common,” she said.

“Aren’t we going to have a baby in common? Or is that out the window, too? Is that what you’re saying? You don’t want to have a baby anymore?”

Again she was filled with a surge of emotion, but this was cooler, more controlled. Yes ... she did want to have this baby. That was rock solid truth and she could not ignore that. It flew in the face of all her objections, but it was there, like a big granite boulder.

“I’m not saying that at all,” she sighed. She looked at him. “I do want to have the baby, but anything beyond that ... it will be too hard. I don’t want to be in love, Bobby. My life is complicated enough as it is! It will just be too hard.”

“So, you’ve never done anything this hard before?”

“Bobby, you have your whole life ahead of you,” she said. “You need to go out and live it!”

“And what if I want to live it with you in it?” he asked. “We’re going to have a child. What if I want to be in the child’s life?”

“I don’t know,” she wailed.

“Well I do,” he said, with the simplicity and certainty of youth. “We’re in this together. That means we have to stay together.”

His confidence failed him as he contemplated that what he’d just said meant he would have a permanent relationship with Princess Johnson.

How could he possibly hope for something like that? He still thought of her as being way out of his league.


Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

I went to ask a question when suddenly Elizabeth was lifting her shirt off, apparently her bra had been removed in trying on other items because suddenly I was treated to a full daylight view of those soft globes I had been teasing the night prior to now.

Time stood still as I watched them fall from the shirt being lifted and jiggle as they settled into their natural state...I could have replayed that moment a thousand times over.

My eyes must have bugged out because Elizabeth laughed “It's not like you haven’t seen them before, figured you wouldn't mind seeing them again”

I shook my head very strongly in agreement, feeling the blood flowing into my ever-growing cock.

She proceeded to try on several bras and ask my opinion. I gave her my thoughts from the male perspective, she piled them in separate piles, my assumption for return/purchase.

Then came the swim suits. She turned away as she stripped off her bottoms and before my eyes was her naked lower half, the curve of her ass as she bent over in front of me.

I was done for, there was no hiding my erection as it tented out of my shorts and I gave up trying to find a way to hide it. My brain gave up fighting for blood and my cock took the majority share of it, intelligent thought was not in my favor at that moment.

She slid on the bottoms which did little to hide her curvy ass but did more to accentuate it, she turned around and I found the top was struggling to hold in her breasts and gave her a massive amount of cleavage, this swimsuit earned my two thumbs up and should have won an award for engineering to be able to accentuate and hold those glorious globes so well.

She then got self-conscious as she appeared to be looking at her crotch, she looked up. “Tayo, do you see anything...wrong there? Any strand of hair poking out?”

I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, I quickly scooted up and started looking, I confirmed that I did see a few, she asked me where, instinctively I reached out and pointed, as she shifted, this ran my finger across the bikini bottoms, I felt a cleft and Elizabeth suddenly sucked in her breath, my finger continued to trace along as she shifted forward in reaction and suddenly my whole hand was cupping her mound, in a moment of surprise her legs went weak and she almost stumbled.

She regained her stance and with flushed cheeks asked me to just verbally describe where. I told her and she noticed, she seemed upset, and started to UnCloth without thinking, this led to her pulling down her bottoms facing me, I was graced with a view of her pubic hair covered mound and her lips peeking out from below. I know my groan was audible and I did not care.

My eyes were glued. She realized what she was doing and turned around, I just sat there in a daze, my cock throbbing in my shorts as she finished putting the bikini back on its holder. She had redressed into her shorts and her original bra and sat next to me on the extra chair.

She said, “So...was shopping so bad?”



It Started With a Look: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/it-started-with-a-look/46103

We were on the blue team with two others and there were four on the orange team. Wins were pretty evenly matched for the first 8 rounds and then a 9th kid asked to join the rounds and was put on the orange team, this quickly swung things against us. This round found Elizabeth and I were hiding behind a bunker guarding each side.

As we waited for the impending ambush I could feel her warm body pressed against mine back to back, we decided that instead of going out like cowards we were going to run out guns blazing and attempt to swing the round….this lasted less than a second, Elizabeth stood up and was quickly taken out, I turned around to find her stepping back….right into my outstretched leg, I reached to catch her as she fell to have her roll onto me.

Suddenly I found her fallen across my chest as I twisted under her, everyone rolling with laughter as she tried to right herself so we could get up. I reached up to try to help push her up and accidentally landed half on her bra covered breast, feeling the squish as I pushed, I knew I had wronged but didn't care, it was such a delicious recalling of the night prior, I quickly moved but the look on Her face was of shock and something else I couldn't put my finger on.

We called an end to our laser tag rounds and ran off to get some lunch. We found ourselves in the food court ingesting some unrecognizable form of greasy and yet completely delicious food, talking about what was next. Elizabeth wanted to go shopping while I was thinking of playing more games.

I made a lewd remark. That earned me a nice jab to the side and a smirk from her.

We walked out back into the mall. We still had an hour to kill before catching the bus back to our home, so we went shopping. Elizabeth stopped into some girly shop to try on some new clothes, because the two suitcases she had brought just weren't enough I think?

She disappeared into the changing room with an armload of clothes and I sat on one of the “guy” benches waiting.

Suddenly I heard a quick whistle and caught sight of her motioning me into the room. I looked around and found that there was no one watching and snuck in. I found a mess of clothes strewn about the room as Elizabeth locked the door behind me, hanging on the wall were a few swim suits and some bras, my eyes locked onto the bras which were lacy.

“What am I doing here exactly?” I asked

She said, “Well….I don't have anyone I normally ask for opinions from so you will just have to do so sit down and shut up”

I know when to shut up and when to argue, this was definitely not the latter.

I went to ask a question when suddenly Elizabeth was lifting her shirt off, apparently her bra had been removed in trying on other items because suddenly I was treated to a full daylight view of those soft globes I had been teasing the night prior to now.

Time stood still as I watched them fall from the shirt being lifted and jiggle as they settled into their natural state...I could have replayed that moment a thousand times over.



It Started With a Look: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/it-started-with-a-look/46103

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A sudden intake of breath and Elizabeth’s eyes opened, she looked at me without speaking. My hand still hovered near her breast. I don't think I was able to breathe waiting for her next move. I could feel my cock beating as the blood pulsed through it, hoping that it might be given attention similar to last night.

The look between us was suddenly broken hearing Popsie’s door open as he got ready to leave for work. This gave Elizabeth time to break away and head to the bathroom where I heard the shower start.

After Popsie headed out, I went into the master bathroom and climbed into a hot shower, feeling the water wash away the sticky cum from my cock brought back memories from the night prior. Feeling Lizzy’s warm palm wrapped around my cock, my hand feeling her skin, the warmth of her breast, the roughness of her hard nipple. Aching to do more but enjoying every minute.

I started to rub my cock aching for another release when I remembered Elizabeth’s comment to always let her know. Groaning I left myself hard and aching as I turned off the water.

I came out of the bathroom with just a baggy pair of shorts on and found Elizabeth eating breakfast. She smiled as I came in. My eyes dashed down to take in her clothes, noticing the tight tank top and the short jean shorts she was wearing. Knowing what was under her top made me wish I could rip it off her right there.

We had plans today to take the bus to the mall and go bum around at the arcade so I quickly gobbled up some cereal and we locked up and headed to the bus stop. Being a busy bus line, it was standing room only. When the first seat opened up, I let Elizabeth take it. I was standing holding the bars near her with my eyes closed listening to the hum of the bus.

Pictures of Elizabeth’s breasts were dancing in my mind's eye, thinking about how it felt as she had grasped my cock and softly stroked up and down. Remembering the feeling of every rope of cum bursting from my cock and knowing it had laid down strips up and down Elizabeth’s body, even landing in her mouth. I became acutely aware that I was getting hard fast, being much warmer than my home town, I was wearing baggy shorts and a muscle shirt. This was a mistake.

I had been facing outward but quickly turned around and realized I was now a mere foot from Elizabeth and with her sitting, she was eye level with the ever growing bulge in my shorts. She was quick to notice my movements, her eyes glanced down and when she noticed the ever growing extension she gained a large smirk, I couldn't help it, I started to laugh out loud. She looked up and winked at me, mouthed “wow” and just shook her head.

Thankfully this break in my train of thought allowed my protrusion to start to lose its blood flow and go back to normal position.

We arrived at the mall and thanks to Popsie’s money provided to us for entertainment, we were able to buy unlimited points passes which would give us all the time we wanted to play arcade games, laser tag, anything and everything was available to us for all day.

We bested a virtual shooting game, and moved on to some other arcade style games when Elizabeth had the idea to jump into a series of laser tag games with some other young ones.

We were on the blue team with two others and there were four on the orange team. Wins were pretty evenly matched for the first 8 rounds and then a 9th kid asked to join the rounds and was put on the orange team, this quickly swung things against us.

This round found Elizabeth and I were hiding behind a bunker guarding each side.




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Conversations for the rest of the afternoon focused mostly on our upcoming visit to our annoying cousins who lived in Ibadan and what we might get to do with Popsie in the coming days. We took a trip to the pool and enjoyed the warm sun. Dad came home and we all went out to dinner at a favorite local joint. The evening was spent watching movies until Popsie went to bed and we started to get the couch bed out for the night. I knew my hopes of a repeat of the afternoon were slight but I could still feel my hard on growing as we got ready. Elizabeth came out of the bathroom in a long t-shirt and I couldn't tell what else, until she jumped into bed and I saw a flash of black panties.

We picked a movie and started to watch. She seemed into it whereas I still cannot remember the movie because I was focused on the curve of her body through the shirt. She looked over with a quirky smile and asked why I wasn’t watching, I just shrugged and faked watching the movie. After the movie was over the lights were turned out and I assumed she was asleep until from the dark I heard her.

“Are you going to play with yourself again?”

“Yeah I was thinking about it”

She said, “Do you want help?”

“I will appreciate it...but I can’t see you.”

“Yeah….well...you can imagine them.”

“That's not really fair is it?”

She said, “Fine…..put your hand out.”

I reached out to find that she had lifted her shirt. There was no bra under and my hand felt a young lady’s bare breast for the first time in my life. I slowly let my hand wander finding her nipple which was starting to harden under my palm.

Feeling the nipple pinch together was thrilling and I started to feel her hand roam across the front of my boxers. I quickly shed my boxers giving her full access, feeling her hand grip my cock as I continued to trace my fingers across her nipples, switching between. I felt her body shiver.

My eyes were getting more and more adjusted to the dark to where I could just make out shapes due to the digital clock in the room giving off a glow. I noticed her other hand was between her legs and was moving a little.

I focused on this as I softly squeezed and caressed her breasts. Feeling her hand stroke me up and down, sometimes tracing up and down the shaft. This continued for a little while until I started to feel the cum rise, I let her know I was getting close and felt her shift, suddenly I felt the bed shudder and my orgasm began. She had shifted me slightly at an angle and I did not feel the cum hit my chest like normal.

Instead I heard it softly hit somewhere nearby. It wasn’t until the second rope of cum hit my hand on her breast I realized where I was cumming. She mewed a soft noise as it hit her skin and I felt good many ropes ejaculate across to her body.

I was completely spent, her breast resting in my hand and my cock softening in hers. Suddenly she spoke: “You got it in my mouth and all over me.”

She giggled as I felt her hand across mine and felt my cum getting smeared across her skin. She didn't even get up to clean up, just pulled her shirt down and rolled on her side, she continued to softly play with my cock, sleep started to overtake me and the last thing I remember was her fingers caressing my balls as I fell asleep.

The next morning, on waking up I could still feel the sticky residue of cum on my cock, the light of the morning was just streaming through the window. Looking over at Elizabeth, her eyes were closed, my eyes roamed lower and I noticed areas of her shirt were stuck to her body where my cum had dried to her skin.

I still remember the feelings going through me that morning, watching her sides rise and fall with each breath, my hand shaking as I raised it up, grazing my fingertips across her body with the softest of touches afraid of waking her. My fingers tracing over the spots full of dried cum, feeling the fabric changing from spot to spot.

Suddenly I found my finger raising up the mound of her breast, I felt like I was out of my body, a budding teenager and I had felt the softness of a natural breast against my bare hand, I ached for more.

The thought of returning to Playboy magazines and my imagination seemed boring and dreadful.

My finger stopped as I felt a bump. I felt the change as her nipple started to perk up and become erect under the shirt, feeling the wrinkles of her areola as it perked up and the nipple protruded more. My finger softly circling, feeling each bump.

A sudden intake of breath and Elizabeth’s eyes opened, she looked at me without speaking. My hand still hovered near her breast. I don't think I was able to breathe waiting for her next move. I could feel my cock beating as the blood pulsed through it, hoping that it might be given attention similar to last night.




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