"Mmmmmmm," she sighed. That sure didn't sound like no.

Hotly excited, Ben started squeezing, her tits through her bra. This was about as far as he'd ever gotten with any girl, bra squeezing. Nancy seemed to like it, because her nipples got stiff right away. He could feel them poking into his palms through the lacy material of her bra. When he felt those hard little nubs, he damned near shot his load.

They went on kissing as he squeezed her tits, and now she was tonguing him. That really drove him wild. Her juicy little tongue darted in and out of his mouth, and he moaned and molded her tits hungrily. They were a perfect handful, just about the size of oranges. He wanted to feel them naked in his hands, and it seemed as if Nancy might just be willing. He reached around her and fumbled with the catch of her bra.

"Ben Andrews, you naughty boy," she giggled.

"Looking won't hurt, will it?" he grinned.

"No, I guess not," she said.

To his delight, there were no more protests as he unhooked her bra. He pushed her bra and shirt up out of the way and ogled the first pair of naked tits he'd ever seen in real life. He had a stack of girlie magazines squirreled away in his bedroom that showed tits and asses and pussies, but they didn't seem nearly as exciting to him as Nancy's bare tits.

They were perfectly round, very firm, and capped with small red nipples. Her tits looked creamy-pale in the moonlight, the stiff nipples dark in contrast. He started to grab for her tits, but she giggled and caught his wrists, stopping him short of his goal. He almost groaned in frustration.

"You said you were just gonna look," she grinned.

"I lied," Ben said. "Come on, Nancy, just let me feel 'em a little, okay?"