Rob could n't believe his chance, or that such a suggestion was true. A beautiful char asking HIM for HIS number ? At 26, he was your average guy. 5'11, 190lbs, curtly Brown tomentum, hazel eye, with an average anatomy, and an mean 6 '' cock. At first of all, he could n't help oneself feeling there was a snatch or that it was a prank ... that this 22 year old, 5'9 '' tall, 115lb acrobatic Latina college sophomore with shoulder joint distance raven colored hair, immature eyes, 32b titty, and polish Latina ass that made most men block up and stare would turn over him the time of day, nevertheless be interested in HIM or ask him out ; but she did.

It was the rash days of Myspace, where creating your Myspace Page with music ( that most the great unwashed muted anyway ), pics, and art that made nigh of the Thomas Nelson Page and content adopt forever to actually load due to their sheer bulk and mass of content. The time where making person 's `` Top 8 '' was a immense mess socially, and where on that 8 you were positioned could make up a new friendship, or budding romance to who was on the shit list or on their way out of the booster group/relationship. A time before texting, camera phones, and apps ... where the favour means of societal networking and schmooze was through AIM ( AOL Instant courier ).

They met at study, where she was an medical intern. It was a Friday night in early September, where Natalie asked for Rob 's AIM screenname so they could talk over the weekend, and maybe get together and see a movie and snap dinner. Saturday night rolls around and Natalie messages Rob, and they talk for hours ; everything from likes to disfavor and they make plan to eat at Cheesecake manufacturing plant and see picayune Miss Sunshine, with the argument being on which to do first ; Rob suggest they see the picture show first and then eat, so they could discourse the picture during dinner. Perfect.

Two weeks go by and they become inseparable. They hang out almost every nighttime after workplace, and they officially start dating. They moved each former in from the archives of the common Myspace supporter, to the most prestigious variation of each other 's top smudge on the Top 8. After two calendar week of hand retention, snuggling on the couch, and speedy slew on the cheek, they decide to take on advantage of the gay Southern weather and architectural plan a day at the beach. Rob came to pick Natalie up at her off campus apartment and could n't conceive his eyes when he saw her body in her tank top and Soffe short circuit ( girls wore them with the waistband slightly rolled down back then ), with her sunglass on and towel in hand.

At the beach, Natalie takes off her tankful top and shorts, and reveals her fatal bikini. Rob has to do all he can to hide his growing hardon in his boardshorts and he suggests they go in the piss. After getting in up to their shoulders, they play, splatter, and flirt. Natalie swims over to him and blow up near his waistline and wraps her wooden leg around him, pulling him close to her. They kiss and she slowly starts to craunch against him. He has his left over hired man against the modest of her rachis and caressed up her long slender leg with his rightfield. Their embracement is quickly jarred, when a undulation came and crashed into them. They laughed that their blissfully unaware state has left them open to be assaulted by the incoming Atlantic ocean and decided to get out for a bit and grab a few beers from on of the pantheon of places along A1A. A while later, they decided they were buzzed enough and decided to maneuver back home plate. Instead of dropping her off, Natalie suggested that Rob come inside her apartment and they purchase order pizza pie and follow a movie. Rob naturally agrees, and the night progresses. They rented `` V for blood feud '' from Blockbuster, and Natalie kept looking at Rob during the movie so often that he told her if she did it again, he was going to buss her. She did it again. And again ... .and before he they knew it ... they were making out on her couch. Her fuzz tied back in a ponytail, he saw this as an chance to kiss her neck. She began to breathe heavily and grind into him. He began to bosom her right breast as he kissed her deep and she returned his kiss with a muffled moan. She began to rub the hardon in his shorts, and he reached into the cincture of her short circuit, using his middle fingerbreadth to probe for her pussy and opening. He was delighted to feel that she had a lash on, brushed his finger against her nub and her pant while she tongued his mouth was all the signal he needed to proceed. After fingering her inside her shorts and panties for a few bit, Natalie broke the kiss with a smile and said, `` follow on '' as she stood up and took him by the hand into her sleeping room. Once in her elbow room, she took off her top and bra, and slid down her short pants and G-string to reveal her amazing young and tight body. Rob followed causa and he was entranced by her nearly hairless twat ; a little shore cartoon strip to direct him to nirvana.

Natalie climbed onto the bed, laid on her spine and spread her legs. Rob got on the bed next to her and kissed her again. He kissed her as he worked a finger inside of her, marveling at how truly small and tight her pussy was. He knew she has been with three other guy cable before and was no alien to sex, but fuck ... he still could n't think how small and tight she was. Rob then moved down to the end of the bed and positioned his straits between her wooden leg and began to slowly lick her folds and button as she bucked her hips against him, eager to cum. Rob knew that her last young man ( who was a devout Moslem ) would not and did not have sex with her, not matter how severe she tried or pleaded with him to. She told him about how the farthest she could get was for them to get naked, him to wear a safety and her to slide her slit along his cock. This conversation came up when the box of Large Trojan prophylactic was discovered on a shelf in her lobby closet when she asked him to get a towel. She remarked about how her lowest boyfriend was about 9 '' long, but would n't give birth sex with her because of his religion and fright of his mother ever finding out. Rob was convinced this is why she was she was so horny that night ... she could finally have a freeing after calendar month of being subjected to protected dry humping.

Thinking about this, he sat up and just looked at her now soaking wet and engorged pussy lips and clit. Natalie took this as her cue to tip down and call for him in her mouth. She sucked him with a certain naivety and rustiness, but it still felt good enough. After a minute or so, they both knew what they wanted. Natalie laid back down on her back and counterpane her legs. She smirked and wryly asked, `` You 're clean right wing ... ? '' Rob chuckled, and said, `` Yeah of course, are you ? '' to which her affirmed and he got on top of her and rubbed the head of his pecker against her opening move. Rob, being an modal 6 '' was thicker than most, especially at the read/write head and it took a few bucks and oestrus by the two of them to achieve penetration ... no thanks to her not having sex for 6-8 calendar month. Once inside they began to fuck, like two rabbits trying to save their species. Thinking back to their AIM conversations, Rob knew what her turn ons and flex offs were, and she admitted that her giving number on was a creampie fetish. Unable to shake the intellection of being able to cum inside this beautiful specimen and not ingest her really turn her on was nearly overwhelming. Rob began to feel the tingle in his Ball as he was on top of her and said, I 'm gon na cum ... .where do you desire me to ... '' to which Natalie simply replied `` Inside. '' Rob then looked inscrutable into her hypnotizing emerald eye and pushed deep into her as he felt the jet shoot out his cock and pulsation deeply inside her womb. He felt her puss clutches on to his cock and Milk River it. They collapsed in a sweaty batch and embraced each former. Looking on the floor, at the undersurface drawer of her nightstand, Rob saw a homemade pipe/bong made from Al foil and an vacate paper towel axial motion. Laughing, he asked, `` The screw were you cooking in THAT ? '' Natalie laughed and confessed she made it to smoke some weed she had gotten from a protagonist a few weeks back. Rob told her next meter, he would bring over a real pipework. From there they would spend the new few months living, hanging out, smoking pot, and fucking cumming in her everyday ... .until one day when things started to become unusual, and more than awkward. When matter she previously found uninteresting ( like baseball ... her dad actually played major League Baseball and she could n't give a fuck about the game ) suddenly became topic of conversation.

Then matter in the bedroom began to interchange as well ...