"i think you're cute."
the first "cute" comment caught me completely off guard. the next one had just about put me in a coma. so here i was, outside, with the most perfect girl i had ever seen in a string bikini that barely even covered her puffy little nipples, my erection raging, being told by said dream girl that i was cute (i still fail to grasp how she found me cute, most girls rejected me outright). so what did i do?
i laughed. not a giggle, but a bout of very nervous laughter. this made her giggle, which relieved me, a lot, and yet at the same time filled me with a new tension - resolve. i may not pooper her, but i'm going to get something dammit. so i asked after we stopped laughing, "cute enough to kiss?" what happened next seemed to happen in slow motion, but as i remember it, it should have lasted forever. she jumped onto me suddenly and planted a kiss on my lips. at first i recoiled, but i went into it, slipped her the tongue... all the time my woody was growing increasingly discontent. i was a good foot taller than she was and i was holding her up by her muscular little ass and her back. with a flick of my fingertips, i undid the bra clasp. a few seconds of kissing later and i set her down.
then she asked, not sounding distressed at all, "why'd you unhook my swimsuit?" i swallowed a nervous lump, this was it, i'd pushed it too far. but no. she laughed again. "now i know you want to have sex. with me. im not going to uh, do it with you, but you can see me if you want!" she pulled her bra straps down. her small pink nipples were almost just like i imagined. she started tugging at her panty-like bottom. right as i could start to see the top of the light pubic hair appearing, my dick had seen enough. i realized with shock, embarassment, and horror that i was shooting in my pants.