I text him, asking if he's ready for me to come over. I wait. My heart thudding in my pectus. After a few indorsement my phone buzzes and I smile. His text says"Yes, I'll meet you half way. See you soon."There's a smiley nerve at the end. I ever so slowly inch my way past my parents'bedroom, praying that they are both sound asleep. The floor creaking, and I freeze, holding my breathing time. A few torturing seconds pass with no sound. The house is absolutely silent. I continue down the steps to the start floor of our sign. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the bathroom to fix up my makeup and atomiser myself with an redundant spray of perfume. Then I turn and walk to the front door, opening it very slowly to make water sure it's as quiet as possible. Again my heart is pounding in my chest, and I can hear my beat in my ears. I strain, listening as the door finally opens. The house is still unsounded. I feel the crisp dark air reach my face and I take a deep breath, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my sweater closer around me as the night gelidity reaches my cutis, raising goose hump. After closing the room access securely, I lock both of the ignition lock from the outside with my key. I glance up at my parents'bedroom window, biting my lip with anticipation. I always wait a few minutes before leaving.

I walk quickly down my street, practically jogging lightly. I look at my phone, its 11:15 PM. I walk down the streets, rushing to see him. I missed him. My heart is still pounding away in my chest, threatening to burst. The night air spirit nice on my tegument. At first base it was too cold, but after the months of seeing him this way I have gotten used to the chill and even welcome it now. After around 30 minutes I see him, walking toward me on the pavement. I smile and rush into his opened limb. He holds me closelipped and I wrap my coat of arms around his articulatio humeri, my head resting on his breast as he holds me close. He's smiling, I can feel his smile against the side of my head. He stands a few in taller than me, around 5'7 or 5'8. I stand at only 5'4 or 5'5. He isn't ripped, but he's definitely fit. His physique is proportional to his height and frame, and he looks safe. He has a bighearted face too. Full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an average sized olfactory organ that's symmetrically placed on his face. He's got full-bodied brown eyes, the kind that make you happy just by looking in them. His centre were always so full of life. I have brownness eyes too, but mine are a completely different wraith then his. My eyes change colors slightly with my humour, from almost fateful to almost hazel. But most often my oculus are a slightly red tinted Venetian red John Brown ( check my visibility motion picture, even in my pictures you can see the shift in my eye color ) and my center have a lustrous auburn luminescent look to them in sun. I have full, naturally rose pinko lip that contrast with my brightness skin. My sass also change colouring slightly, ranging from a dull rose pink to a much darker red ( again, look into my profile video. I never wear lipstick or any sort of lip people of colour. My lips are naturally colored in all of my pictures ) He looks down and kiss me. It brings back memories of the night I taught him how to buss. He's a much, much better kisser now. Just the hotshot of him kissing my essence to-do. He licks my bottom lip and takes my hand, leading me back down the street. We walk for a while, making small talking and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a great conversationist. After what seems like a short prison term, we reach his apartment. He unlocks his room access and holds it open for me. I walk into his small two bedroom apartment, which he shares with his dad who is out of town. This is not the foremost fourth dimension I've been here. I walk to his bedroom and close his doorway, getting my jammies out of my shoulder bag to modify into them. I have simple, relax fitting shorts that are blue and black plaid. And I wear a fragile black T-shirt to rival. Of course of action I have my common Black lace unmentionable on underneath. He knocks and I open his bedroom room access, smiling up at him. He wraps his branch around me and reach his nose to mine, making me titter. I step back and close the bedroom room access behind me, knowing that he will deepen dress too.

After a few minutes he opens the door and lets me back into the elbow room. I love the scent of his eau de cologne, it reminds me of a river flowing through the mountains. He turns the TV on and we relax, making jokes about stupid commercial and watching some comedy show about Kevin Lorenz Milton Hart ( not sure if that is spelled right, sorry if it's not ). He is sitting on the bed with his back resting against the wall, and he has his arm around me. I'm sitting similar to him but have my knees against my pectus and my arms wrapped around my knee. My head is resting on his dresser. The show ends, and we are still laughing. He tells me that he likes my gag, and this makes me redden. He smiles and starts tickling me. He tickles my ribcage and I burst out laughing loudly, trying to get away. I roll over onto my incline and try to wiggle off of the bed, but he's faster than me and has an advantage since he's not being tickled. He sits up and locks my wooden leg down by wrapping his provide leg over both of my legs. I wiggle my dead body, trapped beneath and laughing so hard that I can't breathe. He laughs too, smiling down at me. I arch my back, still trying to get away, and accidently weightlift my ass against his pelvis. ( I wasn't aware of this until recently. Until recently, I didn't even know that my ass had come into contact with him. I was too distracted with trying to breathe and get away from his tickling ) Suddenly he releases me and backs up, resting his vertebral column against the wall again. I rub my eyes, still giggling and trying to catch my breath. Then I see the look on his aspect. He's almost blushing. And his supercilium are pressed together, a clear smell of concern strewn across his side. He looks block. I look up at him, confused. He glances at me then looks quickly away. I turn my heading, very confused now. Babe, what's wrong ? I ask him. He takes a few mo, thinking of what to say. He then smiles at me and shakes his head. zippo, he tells me. Then he lays down on his side with his arms open, looking at me. I smile and curl up against him, his arm as my pillow and the early arm resting over my rib with his hand tucked under my side. There's an odd aloofness between us, so I scoot closer and entreat my body to his. He's always very warm and I smile at the warmth I feel now throughout my physical structure. He quickly separates himself from me, replacing the space. I frown and look up at him. infant ? I ask, You sure that you're okay ? He takes a deep breath, his middle closed tightly as if he's struggling with something. I wait. He looks down at me, his centre bright. I just, uhmm, it's just that…., he starts but can't seem to ascertain his words. Then he blurts everything out without a exclusive pause for breath. It's just that you're my first of all real family relationship and girl and I'm not used to this and it's getting harder to control myself ! I look into his center, asking, What do you think of"control yourself"? He gets that same bear on look on his facial expression and looks away, staring at the paries. I look at him, confused. baby ? I ask again. He takes a deep breathing time and scoots forward, closing the distance again. He presses his hips to my ass and I can feel how tough he is. I gasp. Oh ! I exclaim. He looks embarrassed. I'm sorry ! He quickly apologizes, then adds,"I tried to hold back it from happening but it's not easy, and I've been trying to hide it for a prospicient time. I didn't know what else to do."Babe, are you.. ? I pause, trying to paraphrase my doubtfulness. You haven't ever been with a lady friend, like this ? He looks down at me and sway his head teacher, clearly blushing now. I realize he's a Virgo ! This had never occurred to me before. He's very good looking, has a nice vox, and a charming personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a Virgin. I smile, and face up at him. Thinking of the hypothesis this night holds. He meets my gaze. And… you want to sleep with me ? I ask him, looking into his heart. His backtalk opens for a sec, then he quickly closes it. He takes a deep breath, then reply. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes groans softly and wraps his implements of war around my waist, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He carefully tugs at the hem of my shorts, pulling them and my black lacing Victoria's enigma underwear down in one tug, revealing my cleanly shaven pussy. I finish removing the garments and replace myself on his lap. He presses his pelvic arch up, groaning softly again. I moan simultaneously as his head rubs my clit through his pajama drawers. I can experience myself becoming aroused and wet. And the familiar tingling sensation in my bring down belly between my coxa starts to unfold. I want him to fuck me. I want to be the first ( and possibly only ) girl that he sleeps with. I raise my pelvic arch off him, and he pulls his pants off leaving his boxers on. I hold myself above him using my second joint as he positions himself beneath me. I gasp when I see his size of it. He must be at to the lowest degree 6 inches long, and thick too. I look at him and ask if he's sure he wants me to be his get-go. He smiles and says yes, he's sure. He tells me that I'm the fille he's been waiting for. I smile at him and slowly lower myself down until his head reaches the incoming to my pussy. He feels big. Or it may be that I'm just tight. I'm not really sure which since I haven't had a lot of partners. I moan and rub my pussy over his point, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his seat lip, bringing his deal to my coxa. I slowly push myself down onto him, in by inch disappearing inside me. I moan softly and feel him stretching me slightly, filling me. I continue to slowly push button myself onto him. He grips my hips tighter as my inner thighs residuum against his pelvis. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can find his head pressing something deep within me, sending shiver through my whole body. I start to shake my pelvic arch back and forth while raising my coxa and pushing them down again. He sits up and wraps his arms around my waist while I ride him. He's breathing ruggedly as I start moving faster and lifting myself in high spirits up before pressing my hips back down. I moan softly, loving the touch of him buried deep in my cunt. He tightens his grip on my hips and starts to purloin me and gloomy me, pushing my hips down hard. I moan louder. He groans and rolls over, so that I'm beneath him with one leg on either side of his waist. He smiles at me, and I smile back, moaning softly. Then he starts to lunge. I moan loudly, feeling him commit out to the chief and push up quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how good he is. He sits up and places my calves over his shoulders, holding onto my second joint as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his length filling me with every jabbing. He continues to thrust deep into me, slowly picking up his pace to thrust harder and faster. I moan louder, and accomplish out, placing my hands on his bureau as he fucks me deeper, severe, and faster. He hits that sweet spot inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an orgasm starting to progress. The stress and attack slowly spreading over every brawn in my trunk. This surprises me, as I have never achieved orgasm through insight alone before. He leans over me, hooking his arms through the spinal column of my articulatio genus, and wraps his arms under my ribcage and holds on to my shoulders from underneath. My knees are level with my face. ( I'm very flexible ). This angle allows him to hurl deeper, and he starts thrusting even harder. I moan loudly and curve my rear, feeling my orgasm building beneath him. He releases my stage and I wrap my branch around his shank, locking my ankle joint behind his hips. He holds me up slightly with one arm as I remove my thin shirt. He lowers me back to the bed and pulls my bra down. He continues thrusting and I arch my back again as he starts nibbling and licking my nipple. First one, then the former. He groans as he plays with my boob. I bring my hips up toward him in time with his thrusts, pushing to foregather his hip effort. I moan loudly, tangling my hands through his hair. His performing has pushed me over the edge. I make fists in his hair and lock chamber my legs around him as my climax tears through me. He moves to my neck, continuing his nibbling and licking assault over my neck and collar bone while he continues to thrust into me and rub my breasts with his hands. The sensations are amazing. The flavour of his Koln, his heat over my entire organic structure, the feeling of him filling and stretching me with every thrust. He groans and slows down, my pussy tightening around him as my orgasm tide rip through every I muscle. I continue to shiver and spasm beneath him, unvoluntary movement as a English force of my intense sexual climax. He leaves a small trail of hickeys down my cop bone as he slowly pulls himself out to the mind and eases completely back into me. I moan, my backrest still arched. He smiles and continues the dim, filling tread until my dead body relaxes. Then he wraps his arms around me again and begins to pick up his pace. After a few minutes he is slamming into me, pulling out almost completely and quickly pumping back into me. I wrap my weapon around his shoulders and moan with every breathing place as I kiss and lick his neck, tracing my spite collation ( two-baser tongue rings ) in lowly circles over his neck. He groans and knife thrust even harder. I moan very loud, long, breathy groan. As he continues to pound into me, I feel another sexual climax beginning to build. unconvincing ! He smiles and shifts his position over me so that his hip is grinding against my clit with every jabbing. I almost cry out with pleasance. I fist my hands through his hair again, releasing my legs so he has more elbow room to move. My coming is quickly construction. He pulls out easy, dragging his pelvis across my clitoris, then quickly slams back into me until his pelvic arch hit mine. The force of his thrusting pushes my totally body forward and I have to place my work force against the paries of his sleeping room to keep from moving. He holds my waist firmly and picks up his pace again, groaning. He thrusts hard and firm, holding my shank tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his whole eubstance quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum spreads like attack cryptical inside me, filling me to the lip. The sensation is too a good deal, and push button me over the sharpness again. I cry out as my second orgasm, unattackable than the first, pulses through me. He groans, my pussy tightening around him again as he continues to forge cum trench within me. He lowers himself so that he's laying over me and nuzzles my neck, holding me close as his last spray of cum are released. I breath heavily, still shaking and involuntarily moving due to my climax. He smiles and kisses me, licking my bottom lip before nibbling it softly. He knows that I love that. I moan softly in his mouth and wrap my arms around his shoulder again as our tongues dancing, intertwined. I'm suddenly very tired, and he rests his head on the pillow, with my human face resting against his cervix and shoulders. It's not long before I black out, falling asleep with him still semi-hard inside of me. My utmost conscious thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the next morn to him tracing one script over my naked rib. He's smiling at me and kisses my forehead. He sets up the shower bath for me and gives me his body backwash to use. It smells just like his cologne. I quickly wash drawing and get dressed, and then he walks me home. The sun is barely beginning to rebel, and my family is still fast asleep. This was the low of many intimate Night to add up .