"Oh Bill." She whispered, breaking the kiss for an instant.
"Uhhh." Was all I could say in reply.
She continued to caress me through my pants while I continued to feel her bare breasts beneath her bra. I switched from one to the other, comparing them, touching them, relishing them. All too soon the music from the speakers picked up a notch and we looked up to see the credits rolling across the screen. Around us other people were standing and heading for the exits. Reluctantly we broke apart, extricating our hands from each other.
She gave me one final kiss. "Good movie." She commented breathlessly.
"Yeah." I agreed. "The best I've seen to this point."
It was well before ten o'clock when I dropped her off in front of her house.
Our kiss goodnight was sedate and brief in deference to the fact that one or both of her parents were probably watching through the curtains. We exchanged "I love you's" and she stepped out of the Datsun. She paused at the front door, giving me one last wave. A second later she was safely inside.
I drove home slowly, my balls aching desperately, the pain increasing with each bump my sub-standard shock absorbers didn't absorb. The house was dark when I let myself in. I took myself upstairs and undressed. Ten seconds later I had myself in hand. Twenty seconds after that it was over. I rolled over and fell asleep.
She came over the next day to study for finals, which were coming up fast. We spread the books from our common classes on the coffee table and I put on a BTO album that I'd found in my Dad's record cabinet. I was actually interested in studying. I needed to nail down the Biochemistry test in order to keep my average high enough to qualify for the academic scholarship I had my eye upon. But Nina had other ideas.
She began kissing the side of my neck and rubbing herself against me. I could feel the press of her breasts against my arm and could remember how they'd felt against my hand.
"Nina." I protested playfully, not pulling away from her. "We're supposed to be studying."
She took my face in her hands and turned it towards hers. Her eyes were shining. "This is Bio-chemistry, isn't it?" She asked, putting her lips to mine, licking out with her tongue.
"In a way." I agreed, putting my arms around her.
We kissed and licked on each other's necks and ears. I tasted the salty tang of her flesh, nibbled on the softness of her earlobe, kissed the back of her neck just below the hairline. My hand found it's way beneath her shirt and bra again. I caressed her breasts gently, with more care than I'd been able to show the previous night in the movie theater. Her nipple pushed insistently against my hand. Her breathing quickened at my touch and her arms tightened around my back. She leaned backwards into the couch, pulling me atop her, allowing me to feel her entire body pressed against mine. My erection pressed into her hip and I couldn't help but push it more firmly against her.
She felt this and shifted beneath me, bring one of her legs outward until it was resting on the floor. Suddenly the crotch of my jeans was pushing against the crotch of hers. Her hands dropped down to my butt and pulled firmly, grinding me against her.
I groaned at the contact and our kiss broke. We looked into each other's eyes. Her's showed desire and the realization that things were getting very serious. There was some fear there as well. Finally she put her mouth back to mine and pulled me against her, encouraging me with her hips to push myself to her. I did, finding the sensation pleasantly unfulfilling.
The sound of our garage door opening made us pull apart. Dad was home. Was he early? A quick glance at the clock showed that he was actually a little late. Time had slipped by that quickly. By the time he entered the house we were composed again and studying away. If he had any suspicions to the contrary, he kept them to himself.
Nina and I made plans to do some more studying the next afternoon. Some REAL studying this time. She told me that she would be a little later than usual.
"How come?" I asked.
"Oh, I just have a little something to take care of." She told me mysteriously. "It's nothing big."
"Fair enough." I replied, feeling mild curiosity at what that "little something" might be. But we talked no more on the subject.
She came over to my house about an hour later than usual. Dad was already home by then so we did nothing but study and exchange kisses on the porch as she was leaving.
As January wound onward Nina and I got together as much as we could. Usually it was at my house to study or to listen to music or to talk or to make out on the couch before Dad got home. On Saturday and Sundays, before I went to work, we would typically spend the day together doing something. Skiing was a passion we both shared and when the weather permitted we made the drive to the Idaho ski resorts and spent the day on the slopes. We would hold and kiss each other as we ascended on the ski lifts. We would cuddle together in the warmth of the lodge afterword, sipping coffee and talking of things that lovers talked of before making the long drive home. We were in love and the time passed quickly when we were together, slowly when we were apart. Our intimacies did not progress beyond my sliding my hand up under her shirt or her feeling the outline of my erection through my pants. Most of the time we merely kissed and held each other.
Things reached an uncomfortable impasse at the Blackmore household. According to Nina her mother no longer protested when she went out with me or went over to my house. She never withheld the car from her since she knew that I would simply come pick her up in mine if it was required. But she was obviously not very happy about her continued rendezvous with me either. Her mom and dad also stopped fighting with each other. But at the same time there was a strain in their relationship that hadn't been there before. She told me it was like they were constantly waiting for a hammer to fall, a hammer that simply kept hanging there above them. Nina felt considerable guilt for the way her parents were feeling, as did I when I heard her stories, but not enough to stop our visits. I only hoped that someday they would accept me as part of their family because I intended to be a part of it whether they liked it or not.
One afternoon after school we were watching television on the couch. Dad was not yet home from work and Nina was lying in my lap with her feet outstretched. I stroked her hair for a while and then her face. She cooed as I did this and I noticed that she had a few pimples near her nose and on her chin. They were not large or unsightly and she had done a decent job of covering them with make-up. I noticed them primarily because I'd never seen acne on her face before. She had one of those smooth complexions that just wasn't prone to it.
"Pimples." She said with disgust when she noticed me looking at them. "Are they bad?"
"Not at all." I assured her. "Every teenager gets them from time to time."
"I know." She answered, "But I've never had them before. Not until last week anyway."
"Maybe the stress of being in love has given them to you." I suggested jokingly.
She chuckled. "In a way you're completely right." She answered.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I'll explain later." She said.
"What do you mean?"
She reached up and grabbed me by the hair, pulling my face to hers. "Later." She whispered, licking at my lips. "Your Dad will be home soon."
We made out in that position for a while and then finally twisted around so that she was lying atop me. As we kissed she rubbed her crotch gently back and forth across mine, arousing me greatly. My hands slid under her shirt once more, caressing her bare back, finally working around to her front. However this time, when they slid under her bra she winced as if in pain.