Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of . Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, October 28, 2026

    Enter your current age into the field provide above. Stories with a rating of R or NC-17 may contain material not suitable for children. LesFan requires that all individuals wishing to read these stories confirm they are of at least 17 years of age. LesFan uses the MPAA rating labeling system for all stories.

    LesFan will also make a best attempt to filter profane words in stories that are not rated R or NC-17 unless the individual confirms they are of at least 17 years of age.

    LesFan uses the following rating scale for stories.






    Submit

    A Typical Teenage Mind – (Chapter: Eight)

    “Sit up.” I ordered softly when I was sick of the fabric barrier keeping me from her breasts. She slowly sat up and I placed my knees either side of her waist. As she was coming up at an angle, I started sliding the top of, placing kisses up her stomach.

     

    I let a kiss linger where her heart was before pushing the fabric up some more until the bit of material that was the bottom of her black bra came into view. My next kiss was placed just above the satin between her breasts. She lifted her arms up and I continued my trail.

     

    My hands glided smoothly up her arms with her top and my kisses finally reached her chin, her lips. The top was left to fall to the floor as both my hands and hers were kept up in the air and our kiss growing deeper.

     

    My hands finally started running back down her arms and when they reached the back of her shoulders she brought hers down around my neck. We started falling back down onto the mattress. My hands played along her now nearly bare torso. They skimmed across her abdomen, up and down her waist, over her bra and back down, continuing this pattern for a while.

     

    I finally cupped one of her breasts and could feel the hardened nub through the material and in the palm of my hand. She started moaning softly once I began to knead it, then switching over to the other one. The kiss still went on, soft and delicate, nothing desperate. I know I needed air, but I couldn’t bring myself to tear away from her.

     

    We were only softly grinding into each other, we didn’t want to rush a single thing, but also not wanting to take it too slow, I reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. We didn’t break our kiss for even a split second as we both shrugged it off.

     

    She tugged at my top this time. We had to break away for a minute and I placed my hands on hers, to take it off with her. I kept eye contact the whole time and I could see her eyes getting darker the more of me that was expose. The only time we lost that connection was as it was lifted over my head, but the connection was quickly found again as that was also left to drop to the floor. My bra followed quickly, not wanting to break away from her again to take it off.

    Page 1 of 512345

    Comments

    Leave a Reply