"Then suppose we quit talking so damn much, and get to doing something."
He chuckled throatily. "I couldn't agree more." He pulled her to him, and their mouths sought one another.
Wendy sighed contently. She had just turned sixteen but she felt older, as though somehow the biological sense of time had gone awry, had brought her not only early physical maturity, but emotional maturity, far beyond what could be normally expected of her years.
Now Phillip was exploring her physical maturity.
His hand cupped one melon-shaped breast. She wore no bra, and was very proud of the fact that her tits were firm enough to stand by themselves.
She knew that other girls had bigger tits, but she always found them a little less perfect, a little less appealing to the eye. Too many times they sagged, or swayed fleshily. She liked to think that her tits made every man's mouth water in anticipation when she passed, and she felt that she wasn't far from wrong on that count.
Phillip tweaked her nipple, and then began unbuttoning her blouse. She tugged her blouse out of her skirt, then leaned away from him as he pulled the garment free.
Her breasts tumbled free, straining eagerly, the nipples like brown pebbles sitting on the mist-colored areolas.
"You've got some good-looking tits, Wendy."
"Kiss and suck them. It'll make my pussy more ready for your fat cock."
She felt the lightning jerk of his prick, and she reached down to pet it. She knew that men liked to hear dirty words.
"Can you wait, baby?" she asked.
He swallowed and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "I-I think so."
"We'll both enjoy it more. I think we can find something to keep us occupied. You going to suck my titties now, or not?"
"Now," he said, and he dived toward one thrusting brown nipple.
His mouth covered her nipple, and his tongue instinctively darted forward. He flicked his tongue across the hard point of her nipple, letting it circle the proud peak. Her other tit was being massaged by his left hand, his fingers plying the tiny brown bud excitedly.