Joy and I, both 18 at the time, had just finished our first date... dinner and mini golf. It had gone well, and there would probably be a second date very soon. We had been friends for a little while, but hadn't dated until now. Joy was a petite blonde, about 5'1" and somewhat thin. She had a gorgeous smile, perfect rosy cheeks, and mystical green eyes. Her torso was slim with small perky B-cup breasts, but her frame widened slightly below the hips with a very round butt and thick thighs from running track. I was attracted to her the moment we met. She just had that cute, yet sexy look to her.

As we pulled out of the mini golf parking lot, she asked what my plans were for the rest of the night since it was a bit on the early side. I told her that I needed to go shopping for a new pair of slacks for a job interview I had in the morning. She asked if she could tag along, since she needed some make-up from the same department store I was going to. I told her that I didn't mind, so we rerouted our direction to the store. On the way there we talked about past relationships, likes, dislikes, turn ons, and turn offs. The conversation quickly turned sexual, but to be fair, it remained mild in topic. Either way, it was enough to put us both in a frisky mood.

We arrived at the store, and as quickly as it began, the conversation stopped. Walking in, Joy told me that she would meet me back in the men's department after she purchased her make-up. I watched her tight, round ass bounce past me in her even tighter jeans, before wandering back to the men's department. It was a weeknight, so the whole store was pretty empty. I found a pair of slacks I liked and entered the fitting room. They didn't fit well. As I exited the room, Joy walked over and asked how they fit. I told her that I needed a smaller size. She went to find it, but in the meantime, she gave me another pair to try. As I changed into this new pair, Joy said she wanted to see what they looked like. I emerged from the fitting room, and she smiled.

"You look handsome," she complimented.

"Handsome enough to kiss?" I replied.

She nodded. I leaned in and our lips met. My hands wrapped around her waist, and she melted into my arms. I could feel myself getting hard. She was an amazing kisser. Our lips parted, and she smiled again. As I turned to enter the fitting room again, I felt her hand on my back. She pushed me forward and followed closely behind. The door slammed shut behind us, and I heard her click the lock. She tossed the slacks she was carrying onto the bench and then pushed me up against the wall. We kissed passionately. Again and again our lips met and tangled. Her warm tongue grazed mine in a passionate fury. She and I were fueled by teenage hormones and a desire for new experiences. She pressed herself into me closer and harder than any girl ever had. My cock, which had been growing harder by the second, was throbbing in pain with the pressure she placed on me.

I picked her up and pushed her to the wall behind her. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I worked my way down her neck, biting and nibbling at every inch of her soft fair skin. She did everything she could to keep quiet. With her still pinned up against the wall, I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. The very top of her green cotton panties showed.

"Sorry, I would have worn something cuter, had I expected to get this far..." she mumbled in between kisses.

"Its fine.... You make everything look sexy," I said.

She dropped her legs from my waist and stood firmly on the ground. With one hand behind her back, I slipped my other hand down the front of her jeans. Before I even got past the waistband, she apologized for being too wet. I didn't get it; she didn't feel wet to me. But as I inched further down, I realized that she had soaked her panties. So much so, that her jeans had started to become damp. I felt around excitedly. She was clean shaven. I tried to slide my fingers across her lips and clit to tease her, but she was so slick and dripping wet that my index finger accidentally slid deep inside her. She moaned softly, biting down on my jacket to keep from being any louder. I apologized for going in too quickly. She whispered that she wanted me to go even faster.

Joy unwrapped her arms from my shoulders and pulled her jeans down just below her ass. The wall I had pinned her against had a mirror on it. I had a perfect view of her round ass. It made me even harder. Looking down, I realized that she had also pulled her jeans down enough in the front for me to just barely see the top of her pink, swollen pussy lips and clit. I moaned. As I slid a second finger into her tight pussy, she unbuttoned the slacks. They fell to the floor. Pulling down the waistband of my boxers, she watched as my hard throbbing cock flipped outward towards her. She licked her lips as she saw the big drops of precum forming on the head. Reaching down to her dripping wet pussy, she removed my hand. She slipped a couple fingers insider her and wiped up some of her wetness in her palm. She reached for my cock, covering it in her juices. I reinserted two fingers into her pussy, gripped her ass tightly with my other hand, and leaned forward. It was on.

She jerked me hard, yet was smoother and softer than any other girl I had been with. It was an amazing feeling. I could feel my balls growing tighter with each stroke. My two fingers moved deep inside her, rubbing her G-spot. I used my thumb to brush her clit back and forth. Moaning under her breath, Joy told me she was close. Her hands became limp on my cock, which was a welcome feeling considering I was about to cover the front of her pussy in cum since we were leaning so close. Squeezing her ass even tighter, I moved my fingers even quicker inside her. She began to quiver in my arms and her neck and face began to flush bright red. She completely let go of me, and slammed both hands against the wall behind her to stay up. Her head rolled back and I kissed her neck hard.

That was all she needed. I felt a small gush of her sex juices run over my fingers as she moaned silently. She shook with ecstasy and her pussy lips tightened around my fingers. She started to lose balance so I slowly pulled my fingers from her trembling, swollen pussy, and held her up. She threw both of her arms back around me and tried to regain her composure.

After a minute or so, Joy kissed my on the neck and whispered that it was my turn. Sitting me down on the bench, she reached down and got her hand wet once more. This time, she quivering with oversensitivity. Gripping my cock in her hand, she got down on her knees. With her other hand she played with my balls. She ran her hand up and down my shaft, covering me in more of her sexy wetness. I leaned back and let her play. Faster and faster she moved her hands, paying special attention to the head. I whispered that I was close. She nodded. My legs tightened and I gripped the bench with all my strength. Just as I hit the edge, she slowed down and gripped tight. It was perfect. The first burst of cum shot straight up. She giggled with excitement at how far it shot. Before I could even react, she covered the head of my cock with her mouth. She caught the rest of my huge load in her mouth. Pumping the last little bit out of me, she then licked the rest off of me. We sat there looking at each other for a minute. We were in heaven.

Slowly, I got up and helped her to her feet. We kissed a few more times, and I helped her pull her jeans back up. She checked to make sure the coast was clear and then she exited the fitting room. I found a pair of slacks that fit, then redressed, and left the fitting room. She helped me put the other slacks away, then we went to the front and paid as if nothing had happened. The whole ride home she held my and didn't say a word. When we reached her home, I kissed her goodnight, and asked if I could see her again.

"Yes, but only if we can go shopping again," she said with a wink.