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Introduction:

Innocent, inexperienced Nikki experiences an awakening in the school library at the hands of her friend Johnny. 

Nikki was a good girl. Bright, quiet and studious, not unpopular but never the centre of attention, choosing mostly to stay on the sidelines in school. She was a late bloomer, short and slight, with little nubs of breasts that had only just started to swell under her thick, prominent nipples – nipples which made her self-conscious, which naturally stood out in a way which made them seem erect, tenting out her white cotton bra in a way she was convinced was visible to every boy in her class. She hunched her shoulders and wore a lot of sweaters in an attempt to gain some modesty. 

She was inexperienced with boys - a virgin, of course, having only had a few short make-out sessions with equally inexperienced boys, never letting things develop beyond kissing. Her parents were strict, and had warned her to never let a boy touch her in those private places, emphasising how her reputation would suffer and she would be harshly judged by her friends, family and schoolmates. She took this to heart, and when her friends started going on their first dates, with handsy boys who used the darkness of the cinema as an excuse to creep their trembling fingers inside bras and panties, Nikki turned down any boy who asked her out, choosing to stay at home with her virginity and reputation intact. 

She stayed late after school most days; her father finished work an hour after school let out, and would pick her up on his way home. She mainly sat in the library, doing her homework, until he arrived. She was often the only student in there – her peers either rushed out of school as soon as the bell rang, or they took part in sports or clubs which kept them well away from the library. So she was surprised one late spring day, when her friend Johnny appeared in the library where she was studying. Johnny and Nikki had known each other most of their lives; they were neighbours who had played together and gone to school together since they could remember. Unlike with other boys, Nikki was relaxed in his company and trusted him implicitly. 

"Hey, what's up? How come you're here?" she said.

"Oh hey. Just wanted to check you're okay," he said, plopping down in a chair next to her.

"You weren't in gym today and I was worried you were sick or something?"

"Oh yeah", she said. "I hurt my shoulder yesterday, I don't even know how I did it. I have to stay off gym till it's healed."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yeah. Like from here," she pointed at the base of her neck. "To here," she moved her hand over her shoulder and forward to her collarbone. 

"Damn, that sucks," he said. 

"Yeah, it's kind of stopping me from being able to focus on my English homework," she said.

Johnny looked concerned. "You want me to massage it for you?" he said. "When I had a neck injury from basketball, my parents sent me to a physio, they did some massage and it really helped with the pain."

"I guess," said Nikki, a little unsure but willing to try anything to ease the discomfort that had been bugging her all day.

"Well, um, you'll have to take your top off?" said Johnny. "Just your sweater!" he clarified, blushing, when he saw the wide-eyed look on her face. "Not, like, your shirt or anything!" 

"Oh," she said, and laughed. She took off her sweater, leaving her wearing a thin, light blue, cotton t-shirt. Johnny did a double take when he saw the two conical points where her nipples were pushing the fabric of her bra and t-shirt out. He coughed and squirmed in his seat as he tried to will away the burgeoning erection. Lately he'd been getting boners at the drop of a hat. He felt like he'd been walking around in an almost permament state of horniness which unnerved him; he didn't know how to control it beyond his frenetic jack-off sessions which seemed to be becoming more and more frequent – even sometimes having to rub one out in the school bathroom so he could focus on school work and not be distracted thinking about tits and pussies all day long. Johnny was almost as inexperienced as Nikki, but that didn't stop him from daydreaming about getting that troublesome little stiffy up inside one of the many pretty girls at school. He sometimes felt he would explode if he went much longer without at least getting a girl to touch his dick. 

"Uh, turn around," he said. 

She turned her chair around so she was facing away from him. He took the opportunity to move his still semi-erect dick into a more comfortable position in his boxers. She was busy tying her light brown hair up in a high ponytail, giving him full access to her shoulders. 

Tentatively, he began to rub her neck and shoulder, lightly at first, afraid to hurt her. 

"It's ok," she said. "You can go a little harder than that."

He pressed a little harder, growing in confidence, getting into a rhythm as she sighed and began to visbily relax. 

"That's nice," she said. "I think that's actually helping."

It was helping him, too. His semi erection had now gone full-blown. The feel of her bra straps under her shirt, the warm skin of her neck, the tented fabric from her nipples – all of it was conspiring to make him feel giddy with arousal. He'd never thought of her in this way before, she'd always felt like a sister to him. But now, he had to fight back the urge to kiss her warm neck, to worm his hand inside her bra, to hump his horny little leaking dick anywhere on her body that she'd let him. 

As the massage continued, his willpower to fight these urges dimmed as his lust grew. He began to test her limits. First, he let his other hand mirror the movements of the first, so that his hands slid over both sides of her neck, both shoulders. Then gradually, in tiny increments, he started to slide his fingertips a little further on every pass, so that they were rubbing her upper back, going up to the base of her ponytail, then out down the length of her shoulders, down her upper arms, then back up, finally sliding as much as he dared over her collarbone and upper chest. A few times as his expanded his area, he felt her tense, but as he continued, lulling her with his rhythmic touch, she relaxed into his hands and he pressed on. 

He may never have got the courage to go any further, had he not inadvertently have tickled her. As his less dextrous left hand made its over-shoulder explorations, one of his fingers accidentally poked into her armpit, causing her to shriek and flinch away. As she did, his right hand brushed firmly against her right nipple. She let out a deep moan which shocked them both. Johnny pulled his hands away, flustered, apologising. Nikki blushed bright red, sitting up, rearranging her t-shirt.

"I... didn't mean to tickle you Nik," said Johnny.

"No, it's fine, honestly, don't worry about it," she said, flustered. 

"Do you want me to stop?" he said.She thought about it. It had really been helping, she was in a lot less pain now. She had no idea what just happened with that weird moan, but all she could think of was that it was some odd reaction to the tickling.

"No that's ok," she said. "Just, try not to tickle me again." 

He assured her that he wouldn't. As he resumed the massage, his mind was reeling. That moan! It sounded just like the women on the porn he watched way too much of. And he'd touched her nipple! Could she – no, it was crazy. She couldn't have been turned on by it. That was just his stupid horny brain doing some very wishful thinking. But the moan! He'd never heard her make a sound like it, not any of the times he'd tickled her in the past, not any time in their whole friendship. As his hands ran over her neck, back and shoulders, and his stiff dick leaked pre-cum into his boxers, he knew he had to try again. He had to know if she was turned on by him touching her nipple. This might be his only chance to ever find out, and his dick, which had now taken over his logical brain completely, would not let him waste the chance. 

He could see her nipples, so close, pushing out the thin fabric, even more when he gently rolled her shoulders back. He could almost see down the front of her t-shirt, and it was driving him crazy. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and regular. Her arms hung at her sides. He knew he had to make his move. His fingers inched forwards on her chest, grazing the top of her bra cups then retreating back up and repeating the motion, checking that she was still relaxed. Then, holding his breath, fully ready to be slapped and yelled at, he made his move. He rubbed his fingertips down her chest, the pressure becoming less firm, lighter, more tentative. They passed the top of her bra cups and continued. Her eyes flew open. She began to warningly say his name.

"Jo... oh!" 

His fingers had reached her nipples. He rubbed them lightly, back and forth. She moaned and her body jerked. Emboldened, he increased the pressure, rubbing them firmly. Her legs flew open and she humped her pelvis up and down.

"Oh... what's? What's happening?" she groaned.

Now Johnny took the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling them through her bra. Nikki flung her head back, mouth seeking out Johnny's. She kissed him, open-mouthed, wet tongue lolling, moaning into his mouth. He kissed her back, hard, passionate, never stopping his ministrations on her nipples. His eyes were closed but he felt her writhing around. He opened his eyes, still tonguing her furiously, and saw she was humping her hips and rubbing her thighs together, drawing obscene circles with her hips. Her shirt had ridden up and exposed her taut belly. He released her nipple, reached down her belly and pulled the shirt up further, exposing her white bra. She seemed to come to, confused and alarmed. 

"Johnny? What...?" 

But he had renewed the assault on her nipples afresh. Reaching with trembling hands into both cups, he reverently took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently rolled them. 

"Oh yes!" moaned Nikki. "Oh fuck yes that feels so good, pinch them, pull them, make me feel good oh please yes!" 

Johnny was on fire with lust and arousal. He kissed Nikki's neck, her ears, her face. He pinched and pulled her nipples as she squirmed and moaned. Then he had an idea. He scooted around to the side of her, making sure never to stop working her nipples. Then when he was close enough, he leaned down, taking one of her stiff pink nipples into her mouth and sucking on it. 

"Ohhhh yes, you filthy little fucker. Suck it, suck my nipples, suck them and squeeze them, that's right, oh god, you can do anything to me, anything you want, just keep sucking my nipples!"

Johnny didn't need asking twice. Latching onto her nipple and sucking for dear life while twisting the other one, he reached down with his free hand and pulled down his pants and boxers, finally freeing his rock hard, wet dick, which sprung free in a wet mess of pre-cum. Johnny desperately humped it, awkwardly into her leg, trying to figure out how to get her to touch it while he was still playing with her nipples. He reached for her hand and pulled it towards him, rubbing it on his cock. She gave a moan of surprise, then her fist closed around it and she started jerking him off.

"Oh that's it, you horny little fucker, I'm feeling your stiff dick while you suck on my tits!"

It was too much for him and he came in great shuddering spurts, coating her hand with his hot fresh spunk. As he came, he bit down on one nipple and squeezed the other one hard.

"Oh yes, you filthy fucker, bite my tits, cum on me, cover me in cum, make me your slut, oh god I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she cried out, and pushed her humping crotch into her spermy hand, still clutching his spurting cock. Powerful spasms ripped through her and she gushed cream into her already-soaked panties. 

Gradually the two of them stilled, releasing each other and slumping in their seats. They could both see stars, dazed from their first orgasm at the hand of another. They may have stayed there in the afterglow for some time were it not for the sharp blast of a car horn, which ripped through the post-orgasm silence. Nikki's phone then began to ring.

"Oh god! My dad!" 

She leapt up in panic, pulling down her shirt, pulling on her sweater, sweeping her books into her bag and running from the library, leaving Johnny stunned, still not sure what the hell it was that just happened. 

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