Mother and daughter are both cheerleaders

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“Damn you,” she said, snatching her hand away. “I said kissing only and you agreed.”

“Well, yes, but you didn’t think I meant it, did you?”

“Silly of me, but yes.”

“Very silly of you,” agreed Paul. “Now you have to decide what to do.”

“Straighten my clothes and have you drive me home, of course,” she told him firmly.

“No ‘of course’ about it,” Paul said. “You could always finish taking off your clothes so you’re naked. Alternatively, you could let me finish taking off your clothes so you’re naked. Both options are far better than you putting your clothes back on. You can always do that afterwards.”

“Ha! If I did that you’d be climbing all over me, trying to fuck me.”

“Oh, yes,” agreed Paul with great sincerity. “That you can count on.”

To demonstrate his earnestness he brought her hand into contact with his erection again, trying not to show any triumph when her hand closed over it and continued holding it.

“You do realise that I’m still a virgin,” she muttered, surprising him. He hadn’t realised any such thing. She must have seen his surprise and glared at him.

“Effectively,” she snapped, looking as though she wanted to cry.

“Care to explain?” he asked. “I’m quite willing to listen.”

She looked away from him. He hooked a hand behind her neck, rubbing it soothingly. He didn’t try to grab anything she didn’t want touched at that moment. He did notice that she was still holding his erection.

“You know Bobby, from school?” she asked. At his nod she continued. “He tried to jump me once. He didn’t get to actually rape me but he did hurt me down there. I was bleeding.”

“I suspect he broke your hymen,” he told her, “but if he didn’t get far that would be all and you may consider yourself virgin in truth,” he assured her. “To make it up to you I’ll arrange for him to break something. Probably his nose.”

“Don’t bother,” she grumped, and he laughed. “It’ll be no bother, I assure you. Where Bobby is concerned it will be a distinct pleasure.”

She didn’t try to dissuade him, just dropping the subject, not looking at him.

“Back to what we were discussing,” he said. “I believe we were trying to decide which one of us would undress you.”

“No, we weren’t. We were discussing whether you were going to let me tidy up my clothes,” she retorted.

“But of course I’ll let you,” he said. “It’s just a case of when. I just think it would be a lot easier if they were removed first and then put on properly instead of trying to get them unbunched while you’re wearing them.”

His hand wandered over and started running over her mound again.

“Just take your time and consider my suggestion,” he told her. “I’m quite willing to help you get them off.”

“I’ll bet,” she muttered, but she didn’t try to stop him from stroking her. There again, he guessed that seeing what she was holding it wouldn’t have felt right for her to complain.

“Alright, alright, enough already. Stop going on about it. I’ll take them off but I’m not agreeing to anything else.”

Stop going on about it? He hadn’t been saying anything. Maybe she’d been arguing with herself and transferred the blame to him. Girls did that, he’d found.

He now found the problem with her undressing herself. She had to let go of him to do it. Pity. He’d been enjoying her warm touch. Now that she’d decided she moved along quite smartly. For someone who took half an hour to dress a single minute sufficed to become naked.

While his baser instincts said to jump her and start humping as though it was going out of style he managed to restrain them. Instead he leaned over her and started kissing her. Once she started to respond again he adjusted his position slightly so his erection was pressing against her side. It didn’t take long for her to reach down to push it away. Once she’d accomplished that she just found it easier to hold it so it couldn’t return.

With her now holding his erection, Paul allowed his hands to start wandering. Initially he was stroking her breasts, returning them to the state of excitement they’d reached before the talking. Then his mouth moved down to entertain her breasts, tasting and kissing, his tongue sampling her nipples.

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