I text him, asking if he's ready for me to come over. I wait. My heart thudding in my dresser. After a few seconds my headphone buzzes and I smile. His text says"Yes, I'll meet you half way. See you soon."There's a smiley face at the end. I ever so slowly inch my way past my parents'bedchamber, praying that they are both reasoned asleep. The floor creak, and I freeze, holding my breath. A few agonizing sec pass with no auditory sensation. The house is absolutely silent. I continue down the step to the first trading floor of our sign of the zodiac. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the lav to fix up my physical composition and spray myself with an extra nebulizer of perfume. Then I turn and walk to the breast threshold, opening it very slowly to get sure it's as quiet as potential. Again my heart is pounding in my pectus, and I can pick up my New York minute in my ears. I strain, listening as the door finally opens. The house is still silent. I feel the potato chip night air reach my cheek and I take a deep breath, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my sweater finisher around me as the Night frisson reaches my pelt, raising goose prominence. After closing the door securely, I lock both of the whorl from the outside with my key. I glance up at my parents'chamber window, biting my lip with prediction. I always wait a few minutes before leaving.

I walk quickly down my street, practically jogging lightly. I look at my speech sound, its 11:15 PM. I walk down the streets, rushing to see him. I missed him. My heart is still pounding away in my bureau, threatening to burst. The night air smell nice on my hide. At first it was too cold-blooded, but after the month of seeing him this way I have gotten used to the chill and even receive it now. After around 30 bit I see him, walking toward me on the pavement. I smile and rush into his out-of-doors arms. He holds me close and I wrap my blazonry around his shoulder, my head resting on his chest as he holds me mean. He's smiling, I can palpate his grin against the side of my head teacher. He stands a few inches 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 chassis is relative to his summit and physical body, and he looks full. He has a handsome face too. full moon lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an mediocre sized nose that's symmetrically placed on his face. He's got rich Brown eyes, the kind that make you well-chosen just by looking in them. His middle were always so full of life. I have brown heart too, but mine are a completely different shadowiness then his. My center change colors slightly with my mood, from almost black to almost hazel. But virtually often my eyes are a slightly red tinted mahogany Brown ( tally my profile depiction, even in my pictures you can see the switch in my eye colouring material ) and my eyes have a bright auburn luminescent spirit to them in sunlight. I have full, naturally rose pink lips that contrast with my light skin. My backtalk also change coloring slightly, ranging from a dull rose pinko to a much darker red ( again, check out my profile pictures. I never wear lip rouge or any kind of lip people of color. My lips are naturally colored in all of my moving picture ) He looks down and kisses me. It brings back memories of the night I taught him how to snog. He's a much, much comfortably kisser now. Just the sensation of him kissing my spunk flutter. He licks my tail end lip and takes my deal, leading me back down the street. We walk for a spell, making small talk and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a great conversationalist. After what seems like a short metre, we reach his apartment. He unlocks his threshold and holds it undefendable for me. I walk into his modest two bedroom apartment, which he shares with his dad who is out of town. This is not the first of all time I've been here. I walk to his bedroom and close his door, getting my jammies out of my shoulder bag to change into them. I have simple, promiscuous fitting shorts that are gamey and black plaid. And I wear a thinly black T-shirt to meet. Of course I have my common Black person lace undergarments on underneath. He knocks and I open his bedroom room access, smiling up at him. He wraps his arm around me and touches his nose to mine, making me giggle. I step back and close up the sleeping room door behind me, knowing that he will change clothes too.

After a few minutes he opens the threshold and lets me back into the room. I love the sense of smell 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 message and watching some funniness show about Kevin stag ( not sure if that is spelled right, sorry if it's not ). He is sitting on the bed with his back resting against the rampart, and he has his arm around me. I'm sitting similar to him but have my knee joint against my chest and my limb wrapped around my articulatio genus. My head is resting on his pectus. The show ends, and we are still laughing. He tells me that he likes my gag, and this makes me blush. 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 slope 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 ringlet my pegleg down by wrapping his leftover leg over both of my stage. I wiggle my consistency, trapped beneath and laughing so surd that I can't breathe. He laughs too, smiling down at me. I arch my spinal column, still trying to get away, and accidently crusade 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 link 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 back against the wall again. I rub my center, still giggling and trying to catch my breath. Then I see the aspect on his side. He's almost blushing. And his eyebrow are pressed together, a clear spirit of concern strewn across his face. He looks embarrassed. I look up at him, confused. He glances at me then looks quickly away. I turn my head, very confused now. sister, what's wrong ? I ask him. He takes a few minute, thinking of what to say. He then smiles at me and shakes his drumhead. Nothing, 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 former arm resting over my rib with his hired man tucked under my side. There's an odd length between us, so I scoot closer and weightlift my physical structure to his. He's always very affectionate and I smile at the warmth I feel now throughout my body. He quickly separates himself from me, replacing the length. I frown and look up at him. Babe ? I ask, You sure that you're okey ? He takes a deep breath, his eyes closed tightly as if he's struggling with something. I wait. He looks down at me, his eyes bright. I just, uhmm, it's just that…., he starts but can't seem to find his Word of God. Then he blurts everything out without a exclusive pause for intimation. It's just that you're my for the first time real human relationship and girlfriend and I'm not used to this and it's getting knockout to curb myself ! I look into his eyes, asking, What do you mean"control yourself"? He gets that Sami concerned look on his face and looks away, staring at the wall. I look at him, confused. sister ? I ask again. He takes a deep breath and scoots forward, closing the aloofness again. He presses his hip to my ass and I can experience how hard he is. I gasp. Oh ! I exclaim. He looks abashed. I'm sorry ! He quickly apologizes, then adds,"I tried to keep it from happening but it's not well-situated, and I've been trying to hide it for a foresightful time. I didn't know what else to do."babe, are you.. ? I pause, trying to rephrase my dubiousness. You haven't ever been with a lady friend, like this ? He looks down at me and rock his head, clearly blushing now. I realize he's a Virgo ! This had never occurred to me before. He's very right looking, has a courteous voice, and a charming personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a virgin. I smile, and count up at him. cerebration of the opening this night holds. He meets my gaze. And… you want to slumber with me ? I ask him, looking into his center. His mouth opens for a mo, then he quickly closes it. He takes a recondite breathing place, then answers. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes groan softly and wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He carefully tugs at the hem of my short, pulling them and my black lace Victoria's mystery underwear down in one tug, revealing my cleanly knock off kitty-cat. I finish removing the garments and replace myself on his lap. He presses his hips up, groaning softly again. I moan simultaneously as his head rubs my clit through his pajama pants. I can experience myself becoming aroused and wet. And the familiar tingling whiz in my humiliated belly between my coxa starts to disperse. I want him to bonk 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 drawers off leaving his boxers on. I hold myself above him using my thighs as he lieu himself beneath me. I gasp when I see his size. He must be at least 6 in long, and thick too. I look at him and ask if he's sure he wants me to be his first. He smiles and says yes, he's sure. He tells me that I'm the young lady he's been waiting for. I smile at him and slowly depress myself down until his head teacher reaches the entrance to my pussy. He feels big. Or it may be that I'm just tight. I'm not really for certain which since I haven't had a lot of partners. I moan and rub my pussy over his mind, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his bottom lip, bringing his mitt to my hip. I slowly push myself down onto him, in by in disappearing inside me. I moan softly and experience him stretching me slightly, filling me. I continue to slowly button myself onto him. He grips my pelvic girdle tighter as my inner thigh rest against his pelvis. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can feel his read/write head pressing something deep within me, sending shivers through my whole consistency. I start to shake my articulatio coxae back and forth while raising my hips and pushing them down again. He sits up and envelop his arms around my waist while I ride him. He's breathing ruggedly as I start moving faster and lifting myself mellow up before pressing my pelvic girdle back down. I moan softly, loving the notion of him inhume trench in my pussy. He tightens his grip on my hips and starts to raise me and lour 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 waistline. He smiles at me, and I smile back, moaning softly. Then he starts to shove. I moan loudly, feeling him root for out to the head and thrust quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how goodness he is. He sits up and places my calfskin over his shoulders, holding onto my thighs as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his length filling me with every thrust. He continues to thrust deep into me, slowly picking up his tread to thrust harder and faster. I moan louder, and turn over out, placing my hands on his chest as he fucks me deeper, harder, and faster. He hits that gratifying smirch inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an orgasm starting to build. The tension and ardour slowly spreading over every muscleman in my soundbox. This surprises me, as I have never achieved orgasm through penetration alone before. He leans over me, hooking his arms through the back of my human knee, and wraps his weaponry under my ribcage and holds on to my articulatio humeri from underneath. My knees are level with my brass. ( I'm very flexible ). This tip allows him to lunge deeper, and he starts thrusting even harder. I moan loudly and arch my back, feeling my climax building beneath him. He releases my legs and I wrap my peg around his waist, locking my articulatio talocruralis 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. offset one, then the former. He groans as he plays with my titty. I bring my articulatio coxae up toward him in metre with his thrusts, pushing to meet his hip movements. I moan loudly, tangling my hands through his tomentum. His playing has pushed me over the bound. I make fist in his haircloth and lock my legs around him as my orgasm tears through me. He moves to my neck opening, continuing his nibbling and licking Assault over my neck and nail bones while he continues to squeeze into me and rub my breasts with his mitt. The superstar are amazing. The spirit of his Cologne, his passion over my total body, the feeling of him filling and stretching me with every thrust. He groans and slows down, my pussy tightening around him as my orgasm rips through every individual heftiness. I continue to shudder and spasm beneath him, involuntary apparent movement as a slope effect of my intense orgasm. He leaves a low track of love bite down my collar bone as he slowly pulls himself out to the headspring and eases completely back into me. I moan, my back still arched. He smiles and continues the slacken, filling pace until my body relaxes. Then he wraps his limb around me again and begins to peck up his pace. After a few second he is slamming into me, pulling out almost completely and quickly pumping back into me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and moan with every breathing time as I kiss and cream his neck, tracing my spitefulness bites ( two-fold tongue rings ) in minor circles over his neck. He groans and thrusting even harder. I moan very loud, long, breathy groan. As he continues to pound into me, I feel another orgasm beginning to make. Unbelievable ! He smiles and shifts his position over me so that his pelvis is grinding against my clit with every thrust. I almost cry out with pleasure. I fist my deal through his hair again, releasing my legs so he has more room to make a motion. My orgasm is quickly building. He pulls out slow, dragging his pelvis across my clit, then quickly slams back into me until his pelvic arch hit mine. The force-out of his drive pushing my wholly body forward and I have to set my deal against the wall of his bedroom to proceed from moving. He holds my waist firmly and picks up his pace again, groaning. He thrusts backbreaking and loyal, holding my waist tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his unit body quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum spreads like fire trench inside me, filling me to the brim. The sensation is too much, and get-up-and-go me over the edge again. I cry out as my second orgasm, warm than the first, pulses through me. He groans, my snatch tightening around him again as he continues to spirt cum trench within me. He lowers himself so that he's laying over me and nuzzles my cervix, holding me close as his last sprays 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 subdivision around his shoulder again as our tongues dance, intertwined. I'm suddenly very tired, and he rests his foreland on the pillow, with my grimace resting against his neck opening and shoulder. It's not long before I black out, falling asleep with him still semi-hard inside of me. My lastly conscious thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the side by side morning to him tracing one hand over my defenseless ribs. He's grinning at me and kiss my forehead. He sets up the shower for me and gives me his body laundry to use. It smells just like his cologne. I quickly laundry and get dressed, and then he walks me home plate. The sun is barely beginning to rise, and my fellowship is still fast asleep. This was the first of many intimate nights to follow .