Taryn unbuttoned Brandon's pants and slowly slid the zipper down. She trembled just a little, a combination of excitement and nerves, then reached to ease the jeans down over the blue silk boxers. Brandon lifted his hips to help, then lay back, waiting to see what she would do next. Somehow letting Taryn have control eased his conscience a bit. Taryn bit her bottom lip, her eyes on Brandon's errection, looking even larger now that it was freed from his pants. She reached to run her fingers over the smooth fabric, feeling how hard he was beneath it. She slid her fingers through the front flap, groaning as she felt the skin stretched so tight over his cock. Brandon gasped, watching as she explored his body, feeling the timid touch of her young fingers. Taryn reached up and pulled the shorts down too, gasping a little as she saw his swollen organ for the first time, then impulsivly leaning down to kiss the head. Brandon arched his back an uncontrollable moan escaping. Taryn gasped the sound exciting her further, then kneeled over him her hand on his throbbing cock. She hesitated a little frightened, knowing from the stories her friends had told her that this would hurt at first. |