Sweet teen girl-girl romance on the hockey field

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She caught me looking in the mirror. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“How do I look?”

“Oh come on, you’re a super hottie.”

“Really?”

“Yup, I’ve got high standards. I only make out with super hotties. Regular girls just don’t do it for me.”

She giggled. “You’re laying it on a bit thick now, Bubblegum.”

I rolled off my perch on the bed and stood behind her. I reached my arms around her waist. She leaned back into me, smiling. I slowly lifted my hands up and touched her amazing, ripped belly with my fingertips. I traced a few lines of the toned muscles there.

“I like that,” she smiled, “you know, in case you were wondering.”

“Me too,” I just kept stroking her stomach.

I drew my hands up her belly, slowly, waiting for her to stop me because it was further than we’d gone before. She didn’t though. She just closed her eyes and leaned her head back onto my shoulder.

I gently cupped her chest through the bra and she let out the cutest little sigh. She turned her head and nibbled my earlobe. “I like that too,” she giggled, “in case your were wondering. Are you into boobs, girlie?”

“Maybe, I dunno. I think I’m just into you.”

She kissed my neck. “Take the bra off? Let’s find out if you’re into boobs.”

I pulled back enough to undo the clasp at her back. I pulled the straps gently from her porcelain shoulders. Stacey held perfectly still. She let me undress her, watching in the mirror. Even that was sexy. I pulled the bra away.

Her chest was beautiful – big round ivory spheres of boob. Her nipples were larger than mine, slightly puffy. They were also incredibly pale. Not quite as light as her skin. They were the palest, most delicate, barely-pink color. Their only flaw, not really a flaw so much as just different, was that they went inwards instead of out. Inverted. I’d never seen that before and I think I looked too long because Stacey shifted uncomfortably.

I glanced up at her face. My brave, sexy, tough little girlfriend had gone shy again. “Yeah, I don’t know why they’re like that,” she said quietly.

I looked her in the eyes and put all the awe and affection into my voice that I was feeling inside, “They’re like that because they’re beautiful.”

She melted a little into me but she was still bashful and stuttered a little, “You can… you can touch them if you want, I’d like that too.”

So I did. I cupped her large porcelain breasts in my hands softly. They were big and my hands were small. I lifted them gently. “They’re heavy,” I giggled. It was weird at first, feeling breasts in my hands without them being mine. I squeezed her just a tiny bit and she shivered.

“Hey, easy.”

“Sorry, just testing. They’re firm too. Hey, ever wonder how many boys at school have jerked off thinking about your boobs?” I mused, moving my palms in slow circles on her breasts. Her nipples began to harden.

“About half as many as have jerked off thinking about yours,” she sassed.

“Har Har! I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you. Can you imagine if they could see us doing this?”

“There’d probably be cum spraying everywhere,” she chuckled. Then she perked up even more. “We could make a movie. Of you and me, no faces, and post it somewhere.”

My mouth fell open and my hands slid from her breasts, “You are out of your mind!”

She pulled my hands back up to her chest and circled her nipples with my fingers, “Okay okay, just kidding!” She arched her chest into my hands. “Go back to what you were doing. Push my nipples into my chest a little bit?”

“You mean, like this?” I pressed inwards, watched just the tips of my fingers disappear into her breasts and she moaned softly. “Funny, I like mine pulled outwards and twisted real gently.”

“Good to know,” she giggled, “for the future, I mean.”

“How far in the future?” Still pressing inwards, I was circling her nipples smoothly.

“Not that far at all, I think. But first, can I… can you keep doing that while I…” her hand was already slipping down under the little denim skirt she was wearing.

“Really? Right here?”

“Yeah, would that be okay? I usually have to do this alone when I get home from one of our dates.”

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