After a moment or two of silence he could hear her making her way back to the stairs. As she rumbled down the carpeted staircase, Mark sat himself up in the sofa, trying to appear nonchalant. Sara was nearly skipping as she entered the room, bouncing in as she carried a couple cans of soda with her. She set them down on the coffee table in front of Mark and then dropped herself down onto the sofa, landing right next to Mark and sending him bouncing from her impact.
"Jeez, Sara!" Mark called out. She giggled a bit and apologized. Sara's newfound excitement and energy was still a bit suprising to Mark, but was also comforting; seeing her back to her normal self, uninhibited and carefree.
He took care as her watched her; leaning toward the table, opening up her soda and then his. His eyes followed her long, wavy hair as it spilled down over her shoulders and half way down her back. And as his gaze continued down, he could see just a hint of her soft skin as her shirt pulled up from the small of her back, her waist so thin only to flare out invitingly at her hips. Looking at her, bundled with his excitement of their conversation, was making him feel very horny, but cautiously so. She leaned back next to him and handed him his soda, both of them taking a deep sip before finishing.
"Ahhh..." Mark let out as the drink soothed his palette.
"Sooo...", Sara began almost musically, "... tell me about your first time?"
"Well... there's not really much to tell, I mean I don't really remember the FIRST time."
"Oh, come on! You can tell me." She pleaded, not believing him.
"No, really. I don't really remember the first time. I guess I just kinda figured it out one day. Maybe in the shower, I don't remember, but I do remember that once I did figured it out there was no stopping me." He said, honestly recalling his first experiences with masturbation.
"Yeah, but... weren't you like a little scared, with all of that stuff coming out and all?" She asked curiously.
"No, not really. I mean, I knew that it was gonna happen. I think." Mark pondered. "I mean, it was a little different than your first time."
Sara's face began to blush a little, and Mark couldn't help but ask, "That was your first time, that night, ... wasn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess it was." She admitted softly.
"Were you scared?" Mark asked sincerely. "A little..." She said, pausing as she thought about it.
"Oh."
"But not like SCARED scared, more like... I don't know."
"You know, I thought you were mad at me." Mark said cautiously.
"Mad at you?" Sara sounded suprised at his words.
"Yeah, you know, 'cause of what I did..." Mark looked at Sara and saw on her face a look of puzzlement, "... on you."
"Oh Mark, I'm the one who should apologize. I mean, after acting like a total spastic in your room, and scaring you like that."
"So... you weren't
mad at me for coming into your room?"
Sara was looking down at her hands as they held tightly to the soda can.
"No."
"... Or for what I did... all over?"
Sara began to grow a nervous grin as she continued to stare down at her hands.
"No."
"Really?" Mark asked with an excited voice.
"Actually, when I opened my eyes and saw you standing there... and then you started to come... well, that's when it happened, you know."
"You mean that's when you came?!" Mark was shocked at hearing this incredible news, and at the same time began to feel his cock swell with excitement.
"Well... yeah. I mean, I think it is the coolest thing, watching when you do that." She admitted. "And then when you did it on me..."
"Oh, god." Mark mumbled out without realizing, as his dick quickly stiffened into a granite pillar.
Sara's smile had faded away at his words, and became a look of consternation.
"Mark... that's not weird, is it?" He couldn't speak from the lump in his throat, only nodding his reply quickly and emphatically; 'no'.
Sara looked at his face and found relief and amusement in his gesture, and began to smile again. The two sat nervously staring into each others eyes, both of them feeling the heavy beating of their hearts and the anxiety of their conversation. Sara was the first to break the gaze, looking back down at her hands and letting out a nervous giggle.
Mark was still so excited, and scared at the same time, that he found that he couldn't speak. He wanted to tell her that watching her, lying on the bed masturbating, was the most erotic thing that he'd ever seen. But the words wouldn't come out, and Mark couldn't have realized the expression of desire with which he was still staring at Sara.
She could feel his eyes on her, staring right through her, and she began to feel a bit uncomfortable. No boy had ever looked at her like that before, and to have Mark look at her like that was nerve racking. But Sara began to realize that her discomfort was not just from the way her was looking at her, but how it made her feel, and what it made her think of.
"Sara?" Mark said, regaining his composure after sensing her unease.
She turned and looked back to him with a nervous smile. "Do you want to know something?"
"What" She answered anxiously.
"I... umm... well, I liked it too. I mean, it was pretty exciting... watching you." Mark said, feeling relieved at finally having found the courage to get it off of his chest.
"Really?" Sara replied.
"Really!" He said emphatically.
Sara just smiled, looking at her hands again, nervously twisting the can she still held.
"Mark..." She said, once again sounding serious, "Do you want to do it... now?"
"...Do it...?!?" Mark's mind screamed. "Holy Shit, Yes!"
"... I mean, can I watch you again? I promise I won't get scared this time." She looked at him with a hopeful look of excitement.
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