"Hi," Ben said when he caught up with her. "Can I walk along with you?"
"Sure, but aren't you supposed to be at dinner?" she said.
"It I eat another of those rotten meals I'll barf," Ben said. "I'm going to Jack's for a hamburger. Want to come with me?"
"Okay," Barb said. "But don't mention my name when you get into trouble."
Ben knew he would get into trouble. But it would be worth it. If he didn't at least try to get something from Barb, after promising himself that he would, he would be even more frustrated than he already was.
As they walked along, Ben let his eyes rove over the girl's chest. Her tits hopped with every step. Ben's prick became hard, making it difficult for him to walk.
Barb was probably about a year older than Ben. The boy wondered what experience she'd had and what she would be willing to do for him.
This was one of the first warm days of spring, and Ben was enjoying the sight of Barb dressed in a tight sweater. He hadn't remembered her tits being so big.
With his heart beating and his prick throbbing, Ben reached over and took Barb's hand in his.
She looked over at him with a smile. That was encouraging. Ben could almost feel her tits in his imagination.
Holding Barb's hand was making Ben very eager to hold other parts of her body. So by the time they got to the burger joint, he had forgotten everything in the world except her body.
They sat in a booth facing each other. And Ben was having trouble keeping his eyes from the tits that seemed to be reaching across the table at him. When Barb's nipples hardened, forming little bumps on her sweater, Ben felt his face flush.
"Are you a senior?" Barb asked.
"Uh, yes," Ben said absently. "Ben knew that Barb was aware of his interest in her tits. But she didn't seem to mind, and that encouraged the boy."
"You Oceanside School guys are all alike." Barb giggled.
Ben looked up from her tits.
"What do you mean?" he asked. "You're all so horny, it's funny," Barb said. Ben didn't expect that. But her frankness made him ever more excited.
"Well, don't you ever get horny?" he asked. Ben was finding it almost as much fun talking about his horniness with this chick as it had been holding her hand. If he didn't get a chance to neck with her, he was at least assured of an extra-special masturbation session that evening.
Barb hadn't answered his question so he repeated it.
"Sometimes," Barb admitted.
"And what do you do when you're horny?" Ben asked.
"That is none of your business," Barb said with a twinkle in her eye.
They ate their hamburgers in silence. But Ben thought that he'd heard enough to have hopes of at least getting a feel from this girl.
When they left the restaurant, Ben took Barb's hand again.
"Where are you going?" he asked her.
"Over to a girl friend's," Barb said. "But I'm late already. Maybe I'll just go back home now."
"How about taking a walk through the park with me?" Ben asked.
Ben knew that a walk through the park with a girl meant a necking session. That's where all the kids went who didn't have any place else to take a girl.
"We could go to my house," Barb said. "My father goes to a meeting on Tuesday nights, and my mother's out of town."
This was too good to be true. Ben felt a rush of happy excitement. The chick was practically handing herself to him on a silver platter.
"Sure," Ben said.
When they neared the campus Barb took her hand from Ben's. But he understood that she didn't want any of the other boys to see them holding hands.
Ben had never been in the headmaster's house. But then he'd never necked with his daughter, either.
As soon as they got to the living room, Ben grabbed Barb and kissed her. Although he was a shy boy, his horniness drove him on. And the way Barb kissed him back, Ben's hopes began to rise. He might even get fucked. But that would really be too good to be true.
As they stood in the middle of the room kissing, Barb mashed her big tits on Ben's chest. He could feel their heat and their firm shape. His hands were eager to hold those treasures. But he knew he had to take his time.
"Shouldn't we sit down?" Barb asked.
Ben felt foolish. He had a lot to learn, he realized. But he was so excited he really couldn't think straight.
They sat on the couch. Ben put his arm around Barb's shoulders and kissed her again. Their tongues met and theft saliva mingled. The girl's tits pressed against Ben's chest again. His hand on her side seemed to slide up toward one tit automatically.
"I love to French kiss," Barb said.
This girl was definitely different from any other that Ben had ever necked with. And since all the others had stopped him after a few feels, Ben thought his luck was about to change. He'd never been fucked, but fucking had obsessed him for the last few years.
Their lips came together again. Now Ben's hand was just below a firm jug. Then his fingers felt the bottom of her tit. Ben's heart skipped a beat as he waited for Barb to grab his wrist – as so many other chicks had. But she didn't.
Ben moved his hand slowly up over the huge tit. Then he squeezed. There was something about holding a tit that Ben couldn't figure out – how could anything be so exciting? All he knew was that he would rather squeeze a tit than do anything else, except stick his finger in a cunt, of course. And he might even get a chance to do that!
As he held Barb's knocker, Ben felt the stiff nipple pressing into his palm. He took the nipple between his fingers and rolled it around.
"Mimmmn." Barb hummed into Ben's mouth.
She likes it, Ben said to himself.
Ben moved his hand around her tit, lifting, squeezing, pressing and massaging it. He had never given a tit such a thorough examination. But now he felt that he just had to see it.
"Will you take your sweater off?" he asked.
Barb smiled. Then she crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the bottom of the sweater, and lifted it over her head.
Ben was confronted with the sight of two creamy mounds of firm softness. He stared at their perfect shape – round and smooth. Her nipples were pink and as big as silver dollars.
"You're beautiful," Ben sighed.
As he lifted his hand to her now-naked tits. Ben began to think that the stories he'd heard about Barb were true. And now he'd have a story to tell, too.
He watched as his fingers circled one giant tit. He saw his fingertips sink into that softness.
Then Ben raised his other hand and embraced her other tit. He watched with his mouth hanging open as he pressed the jugs together, then pushed them to the sides of her chest.
Suddenly, Ben dropped his face to those gorgeous tits. He filled his mouth with one nipple, then the other. He buried his face between her tits, and kissed and licked them hungrily. Then he stuffed his mouth with one nipple and as much of the surrounding tit as he could hold.
"Ohhhh." Barb sighed. "I love having my tits sucked!"
Her words fueled Ben's passion. If she stopped him now, he would be heartbroken, he knew.
Barb pulled Ben's face up to hers and kissed him. Now she thrust her tongue into his mouth as eagerly as he had thrust his into hers earlier.
But when Ben felt her fingers unbuttoning his shirt he really went wild.
He helped her get his shirt unbuttoned and pulled off his shoulders. Then Ben pulled the girl to him so her naked tits flattened against his naked chest. He had never felt such lust as he was feeling now.
"Oh, Barb," he whispered. "You're terrific!"
Now Ben knew what he had to do. With her tits conquered, her pussy was next.
Kissing her with his tongue deep in her mouth, he reached for her crotch. The heat down there was amazing! And although Ben couldn't feel much through the material of her pants, just having his fingers within a fraction of an inch of a real pussy was fabulously thrilling.