Belinda's Rules of Engagement

Belinda McCarthy, a new girl in math class, fancies William O'Rourke. She invites him to her house to do homework and engage in other fun activities with her.

Part One

My name is William O’Rourke. Many years ago, when I was an 18-year-old student, for some unfathomable reason, Belinda McCarthy, a new girl in my high school, found me appealing. She was enrolled in a couple of my classes. During the first two weeks of school in my senior year, I couldn’t help but notice that she always seemed to be looking at me and smiling in a sexy way. That in itself was unusual for me, as I was not exactly renowned as a girl magnet. Furthermore, as Belinda was a very attractive brunette with cute dimples and a beautiful smile, I couldn’t help but be flattered by her attention from afar.

I suppose it took her a while to muster the courage to say hello to me, but when she finally did, she got right to the point. As soon as math class finished one day in late September and we were both in the hallway, Belinda tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Hi, William, my name is Belinda McCarthy. I’m new to this school, but maybe you recognize me. I’m in a couple of your classes.”

“Oh, yes, I know you are in two of my classes, Belinda,” I replied cheerfully. “How can I not know that? You are a very noticeable female.”

Belinda gave me a girlish grin and blushed. Then she said, “Oh, that’s so sweet of you to say, William! You caught my eye on the first day of school and I’ve wanted to talk to you—and more—ever since.”

The “and more” part of her reply had me immediately interested, so I suggested we look for each other in the cafeteria during the lunch period so we could engage in a friendly chat. “Who knows where it might lead?” I said coyly. I certainly knew where I wanted it to lead! Belinda quickly agreed to the plan. When our lunch period began, I arrived first, but we spotted each other within seconds. We decided to sit at a table in a distant corner of the lunch room, totally oblivious to everyone else gathered in the large eating area.

We were both eager to talk about whatever came into our minds, so we did more conversing than eating. With only a couple minutes left in the lunch period, I pointed out that neither one of us had gotten close to finishing our meals, so we wolved down our food quickly just before the loud buzzer sounded. As we rose from our chairs and headed toward the door, Belinda said, “Please, William, come to my house after school so we can do our math homework together. Based upon all the correct answers you always give during class, you seem to be very good at math, but I sometimes struggle with it.” Apparently, I didn’t answer quick enough for her, so she grabbed my right hand with both of hers and asked a second time. “Please, William,” she reiterated, “it would mean a lot to me—and we can do something fun together afterwards.”

I did not need any further convincing. “Where should we meet after school?”

“I could meet you at your locker,” she suggested.

“Oh, sure. That’s a good idea, Belinda” I noted. “It’s located on the second floor and it’s number is…”

“I already know exactly where your locker is and its number, William,” she interrupted me with a mischievous grin. “I’ve known that since my very first day at this school.”

Part Two

I was quite pleased to see Belinda eagerly approaching my locker not long after I got there myself following my final class of the day. She surprised me by being very affectionate. She hugged me as if we were lifelong friends instead of two people who were just beginning to know each other. During the five-block walk to her home, Belinda and I walked hand-in-hand.

Her address was 23 Parkland Avenue. “The house is empty—except for us,” Belinda informed me as she opened its front door with her key. “No one will disturb us while we do our homework and anything else together.” I was liking what was being said and unsaid by this assertive girl.

True to her word, we busily got to work on that day’s math assignment before delving into the unnamed fun activities that Belinda had promised me. We were seated together on a couch, with a low coffee table in front of us where we set our open math books. She was right about her math skills: They certainly weren’t top-notch. Still, I did my best to help Belinda understand some concepts that she simply was not grasping, and she was very appreciative of the impromptu lesson.

When the last question was completed, Belinda shut her textbook and mine to leave no doubt that schoolwork was definitely done for the day. Then she locked her hands behind my neck and said, “William. It’s playtime now! Do you have any creative ideas how we might kill an hour or so here on the couch?”

“One or two things have crossed my mind, Belinda!” I readily admitted.

She took her left index finger and gently ran it across my right cheek. “I think we both have the same general idea, William,” she confirmed. “Here’s the deal. I like sex, and I enjoy being the permissive type. However, I’ve always promised my parents—especially my mother—that I would remain a virgin until I am married. Therefore, you can do anything sexual with me as long as it does not involve vaginal penetration. To be on the safe side, I keep my panties on. Is that restriction okay with you?”

“Rules are rules,” I noted, all the while thinking that this girl’s definition of virginity might not be as strict as another’s. I continued, “I respect your rules of engagement, Belinda. Whatever you allow me to do in a sexual way with you is fine with me. It’s actually more than fine with me. I think you are a gorgeous girl and I honestly can’t wait to get started.”

“Great!” she announced. Fifteen seconds later Belinda was sitting on the leather couch beside me topless, having quickly discarded the t-shirt with our school’s name on it and the white brassiere underneath it. The speed of it all startled me a bit. This girl obviously seemed to be even more anxious for sexual contact than I was!

“Wow, Belinda! You don’t waste any time getting down to business, do you?”

“Time is too precious to waste,” she said as if she were a philosopher. I smiled and enveloped this sexy 18-year-old in my arms.

Her midsize breasts pressed against my torso as we hugged and kissed for about half a minute. “Let me unbutton your shirt so you can feel my tits against your skin, okay?” she asked me.

“Excellent suggestion!” I replied. I got the distinct impression that Belinda had been doing this sort of thing for years with other lucky male classmates. After a few minutes more of embracing and smooching, I stood up to remove all the clothing below my beltline. Honestly, my jeans and briefs had to come off because of the strong and tall erection I had developed from the physical contact with this desirable sexpot. Keeping my penis confined within my drawers was becoming awkward and, to be completely frank, a little bit painful.

Belinda stood up just long enough to remove her jeans, too, as well as her socks and sneakers. Her light-blue panties remained in place, though. Then she sat down on the couch again. “I’m all yours, William. Do whatever you want to do. I’m very agreeable to all sex acts as long as you don’t put you-know-what into you-know-where.”

I nodded and repositioned myself directly in front of her. I took my you-know-what—which was standing tall and rigid, and placed it between Belinda’s lovely mammary mounds. I squeezed her tits together around my dick and started to play with her nipples with my thumbs. I thrusted upwards and downwards slowly to make it a true titty-fuck. I recalled I had not had the pleasure of performing this particular act since I was 14. This was better, though: Belinda was considerably bustier than the naïve, tween girl who had been the recipient four years earlier. She was also better at sexual commentary. “That’s certainly a pretty cock you have, William,” she told me sweetly. “It’s exactly what I expected. I can’t wait to lick it.”

“Your wish is my desire,” I replied. I halted the titty-fuck (for the moment, at least) and placed my rod on her lips. Belinda opened her mouth and slowly took it in, millimeter by millimeter, extending the pleasure she was giving me. This girl was good! I was only endowed the same as a typical male my age—nothing spectacular—but to me it felt twice as big as a typical erection because of how skillful Belinda was handling it. She paid special attention to the opening at the head of my penis, using the tip of her tongue to stimulate it thoroughly. Following that, Belinda licked my shaft from bottom to top while gently tugging it. When she had thoroughly covered it with her saliva, she began fondling and caressing my balls in an equally erotic way.

I think Belinda was surprised that her handiwork had not yet resulted in an ejaculation. “You can come wherever you like, William,” she clarified. “It can be on my face, in my mouth, on my tits—absolutely wherever you like. I don’t mind. Fire away!”

“Thanks, Belinda,” I said. “But I’m not ready to come just yet. I think I want to rub my dick against your bum. You have a cute ass, my dear!”

“Okay!” Belinda said with alacrity. I got the impression, however, that her sexual encounters rarely featured the area of her body that she jealously guarded. She lifted her legs onto the couch and went into a kneeling position with her panty-covered rear end facing me. I fondled her behind, first on top of her sexy. blue undies and then sliding them inside the material so I could feel her bum cheeks properly. I then placed my rock-hard penis on the crack between those cheeks and slid it back and forth. Then I took a bit of a bold step. Belinda hadn’t said I couldn’t fondle her vagina; she just said that vaginal penetration with my dick was a no-no. I decided to see if my sex partner would object to my fondling her most private part with my fingers placed inside her panties. I was half expecting Belinda to draw the line there—but she surprisingly did not. Therefore, I merrily fingered her hairy bush while continuing to slide my dick between her ass cheeks. It wasn’t fucking in the truest sense of the term, but it was close enough for me and plenty of fun, too!

At least two or three minutes went by. My fondling became more and more aggressive as Belinda’s moans indicated she very much enjoyed the sensation. “Geez, I think I’m going to have an orgasm!” she excitedly told me.

“Go for it!” I encouraged her. Seconds later her panties became noticeably wet as Belinda uttered a feminine moan. I knew at this rate I wasn’t going to be too far behind her in the sexual arousal department. I came up with something a little unusual.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Belinda,” I declared, “but I am going to put my dick inside your panties and cum all over your wet pussy. Does that sound alright to you?”

Still recovering from her orgasm, Belinda barely acknowledged what I had said. She softly replied, “Yeah, William, do that!”

Without saying another word. I rolled Belinda onto her back in a lying position with her head slightly elevated on small pillows. With my left had I moved the right side of her wet panties off to one side so I could put my penis exactly where I told her I would. Since Belinda was quite wet in that area, my dick slid easily on top of her opening. I kept my promise not to enter her fun box, but I also stayed true to my word. With a loud grunt, I ejaculated a sizable load of goo inside her panties. Her undergarment thus became quite a wet and sticky combination of our combined orgasms. It was a very sexy sight. For some reason I started to giggle—as did Belinda. Soon we were both laughing heartily. I suppose it was because we had successfully observed Belinda’s rules to preserve her virginity by the strictest definition, but we’d had plenty of pleasurable physical contact along the way.

“Belinda, that’s about as close to losing your virginity as you can possibly get without being fucked!” I told her. “That was great fun. We must do this again sometime very soon.”

“Oh, yes. Absolutely, William,” Belinda replied. “Yes, we will!”

It occurred to me that our just-completed sexual activity had been slightly one-sided, so I asked her, “Belinda, honey, is there anything sexual that we didn’t do that you would like me to do?”

“Well, I guess you could lick my pussy,” she suggested. “I’m certain that would be an enjoyable way for me to finish our fun off.”

I was about to agree—then I realized that Belinda’s vaginal area was a bit of a mess at the moment. That realization came to her, too. “Okay, I understand your hesitation, William. Let me wash up a bit first.” She strolled to the nearest washroom, turned on the faucet, and nicely cleansed that certain part of her anatomy that had given both of us so much after-school pleasure. Two minutes later she walked back out to the rec room, rubbing her clean pussy with a green hand towel.

“Allow me to do that for you, Belinda,” I suggested.

She grinned and handed me the small towel. Belinda got back to her lying position on the couch. She spread her sexy legs wide enough so I could properly dry her bush to my satisfaction—and hers. Then she said, “Okay, William. Give me a good licking down there. This will be a first for me; I’ve never let a boy lick my pussy before, but I’ve been curious about what it would feel like. I guess I’ll know very soon!”

After the wonderful and expert treatment Belinda had provided for my manhood, I was happy to oblige. I buried my face where my dick had been just five or six minutes earlier. I used my fingers to open up her vagina and then put my tongue to work. I did not know if it was as sexually pleasing on her anatomy as Belinda’s had been on mine, but I assumed it must have been adequate. Belinda squealed and squirmed with girlish glee. She placed her hands on the back of my head so I would not stop until she experienced a second orgasm. That feat occurred within 10 minutes. I happily lapped up her juices—since they weren’t mixed up with mine. Then Belinda removed her two hands from the back of my skull and motioned me forward. She wanted a long passionate kiss, obviously not caring about where my mouth had just been, which I promptly gave her.

Still clad in nothing but our birthday suits, Belinda and I embraced lovingly on the couch for about 20 minutes. I knew I was a sexual novice compared to her, so curiosity got the best of me. I asked her a blunt query. “This is really none of my business, Belinda, so you don’t have to answer this question if you don’t wat to do so. But I’m going to ask it anyway: How long have you been guarding your virginity with other sexual acts?”

“Oh, I don’t mind answering that question at all, William,” she said happily. “Let’s put it this way. Today’s math homework involved trigonometry. The first time I let a boy classmate do everything but fuck me, our math homework was a sheet of basic long-division problems.”

I thought back to my elementary school days. I got the picture. Belinda had answered the question to my satisfaction.