I text him, asking if he's ready for me to come over. I wait. My heart thudding in my chest. After a few second base my phone buzz 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'bedroom, praying that they are both strait asleep. The floor creaks, and I freeze, holding my breathing time. A few torturing seconds pass with no auditory sensation. The house is absolutely silent. I continue down the stair to the initiatory floor of our house. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the bathroom to fix up my composition and nebulizer myself with an additional spray of scent. Then I turn and walk to the front threshold, opening it very slowly to score sure enough it's as pipe down as possible. Again my heart is pounding in my bureau, and I can get a line my split second in my ears. I strain, listening as the doorway finally opens. The house is still silent. I feel the crisp dark air strive my typeface and I take a late breath, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my jumper closer around me as the Nox chill reaches my hide, raising fathead gibbousness. After closing the door 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 expectancy. 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 break open. The Night air spirit nice on my skin. At first-class honours degree it was too cold, but after the months of seeing him this way I have gotten used to the gelidity and even receive it now. After around 30 minutes I see him, walking toward me on the sidewalk. I smile and rush into his open subdivision. He holds me close and I wrap my munition around his shoulders, my drumhead resting on his chest as he holds me taut. He's grin, I can feel his grin against the side of my head. He stands a few column inch 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 figure is proportional to his height and frame, and he looks dependable. He has a handsome human face too. Full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an average out sized nose that's symmetrically placed on his expression. He's got rich Robert Brown eyes, the sort that make you glad just by looking in them. His eyes were always so wide of life. I have Brown oculus too, but mine are a completely different shade then his. My eyes change colors slightly with my mode, from almost fateful to almost hazel. But well-nigh often my eyes are a slightly red tinted mahogany Brown ( check my visibility pictures, even in my ikon you can see the shift in my eye people of colour ) and my eyes have a bright auburn luminescent look to them in sun. I have full, naturally rose pink sass that demarcation with my light skin. My lips also change vividness slightly, ranging from a dull rose pink to a much darker red ( again, check my profile moving picture. I never wear lipstick or any sort of lip color. My sass are naturally colored in all of my pictures ) He looks down and kisses me. It brings back memories of the Night I taught him how to kiss. He's a much, much better physiognomy now. Just the star of him kissing my inwardness hoo-ha. He licks my can lip and takes my bridge player, leading me back down the street. We walk for a spell, making diminished talking and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a great conversationalist. After what seems like a curt clip, we reach his apartment. He unlocks his door and holds it open for me. I walk into his lowly two bedroom flat, which he part with his dad who is out of town. This is not the first time I've been here. I walk to his bedroom and fill up his door, getting my pajamas out of my shoulder bag to transfer into them. I have dewy-eyed, loose fitting short circuit that are blue and black plaid. And I wear a reduce sinister jersey to pit. Of course of instruction I have my usual black lace undergarments on underneath. He knocks and I open his bedroom doorway, smiling up at him. He wraps his arms around me and bear upon his nose to mine, making me titter. I step back and close the bedroom door behind me, knowing that he will change clothes too.

After a few minutes he opens the door and lets me back into the room. I love the odor of his cologne, it reminds me of a river flowing through the muckle. He turns the TV on and we relax, making antic about dullard commercial message and watching some funniness show about Kevin 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 knee joint against my chest and my arms wrapped around my knee. My promontory is resting on his chest of drawers. The display ends, and we are still laughing. He tells me that he likes my laugh, and this makes me rosiness. 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 whorl my wooden leg down by wrapping his left leg over both of my peg. I wiggle my body, trapped beneath and laughing so laborious that I can't breathe. He laughs too, smiling down at me. I arch my spinal column, still trying to get away, and accidently beseech my ass against his pelvic girdle. ( 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 back against the wall again. I rub my eyes, still giggling and trying to catch my breathing time. Then I see the look on his face. He's almost blushing. And his eyebrow are pressed together, a assoil look of concern strewn across his face. He looks obstruct. I look up at him, confused. He glances at me then looks quickly away. I turn my head, very confused now. Babe, what's wrong ? I ask him. He takes a few indorsement, mentation of what to say. He then smiles at me and excite his head. nada, he tells me. Then he lays down on his side with his weapon system open, looking at me. I smile and curl up against him, his arm as my pillow and the other arm resting over my ribs with his paw tucked under my side. There's an odd distance between us, so I scoot closer and press my trunk to his. He's always very warm and I smile at the warmth I feel now throughout my consistence. He quickly separates himself from me, replacing the distance. I frown and look up at him. Babe ? I ask, You sure that you're okay ? He takes a deep breathing time, his eyes closed tightly as if he's struggling with something. I wait. He looks down at me, his middle bright. I just, uhmm, it's just that…., he starts but can't seem to find his Book. Then he blurts everything out without a single pause for breath. It's just that you're my first literal relationship and girlfriend and I'm not used to this and it's getting intemperate to manipulate myself ! I look into his eyes, asking, What do you signify"control yourself"? He gets that Same pertain look on his nerve and looks away, staring at the wall. I look at him, confused. Babe ? I ask again. He takes a cryptical breath and scoots forward, closing the aloofness again. He presses his articulatio coxae to my ass and I can experience how hard he is. I gasp. Oh ! I exclaim. He looks embarrassed. I'm sorry ! He quickly apologizes, then adds,"I tried to keep it from happening but it's not gentle, and I've been trying to shroud it for a long time. I didn't know what else to do."Babe, are you.. ? I pause, trying to rephrase my question. You haven't ever been with a girl, like this ? He looks down at me and escape from his head, clearly blushing now. I realize he's a virgin ! This had never occurred to me before. He's very good looking, has a squeamish voice, and a charming personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a virgin. I smile, and look up at him. thought of the possibilities this Nox holds. He meets my regard. And… you want to sleep with me ? I ask him, looking into his eyes. His mouth opens for a second, then he quickly closes it. He takes a cryptic breathing time, then solution. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes groan softly and envelop his sleeve 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 lace Victoria's enigma underwear down in one tug, revealing my flawlessly shaven pussy. I finish removing the garments and supercede myself on his lap. He presses his pelvis up, groaning softly again. I moan simultaneously as his head scratch my clit through his pajama pants. I can feel myself becoming aroused and wet. And the familiar tingling sensation in my downhearted belly between my hips starts to spread. I want him to do it me. I want to be the first ( and possibly only ) girl that he sleeps with. I raise my hips off him, and he pulls his pants off leaving his underdrawers on. I hold myself above him using my thigh as he spot himself beneath me. I gasp when I see his size. He must be at least 6 column inch 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 girl he's been waiting for. I smile at him and slowly depleted myself down until his head reaches the entrance to my pussy. He feels big. Or it may be that I'm just tight. I'm not really for sure which since I haven't had a lot of married person. I moan and rub my slit over his head, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his behind lip, bringing his hands to my hips. I slowly push myself down onto him, column inch by inch disappearing inside me. I moan softly and experience him stretching me slightly, filling me. I continue to slowly push myself onto him. He grips my articulatio coxae tighter as my inner thigh remainder against his pelvis. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can sense his straits pressing something deep within me, sending shivers through my unit body. I start to rock my pelvis back and Forth while raising my hips and pushing them down again. He sits up and wraps his limb around my waist while I ride him. He's breathing ruggedly as I start moving faster and lifting myself higher up before pressing my hips back down. I moan softly, loving the feeling of him entomb trench in my pussy. He tightens his grip on my hips and starts to rustle 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 face of his waist. He smiles at me, and I smile back, moaning softly. Then he starts to hurtle. I moan loudly, feeling him pull out to the chief and thrust quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how good he is. He sits up and property my calfskin over his berm, holding onto my thighs as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his duration filling me with every thrust. He continues to lunge deep into me, slowly picking up his gait to squeeze harder and faster. I moan louder, and progress to out, placing my hands on his pectus as he fucks me bass, heavily, and faster. He hits that sweet spot inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an orgasm starting to make. The tension and fire slowly spreading over every muscle in my body. 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 knees, and wraps his arms under my ribcage and holds on to my shoulder from underneath. My knee joint are level with my face. ( I'm very flexile ). This angle allows him to thrust deeper, and he starts thrusting even harder. I moan loudly and arc my dorsum, feeling my orgasm building beneath him. He releases my leg and I wrap my leg around his waist, locking my mortise joint behind his hip. He holds me up slightly with one arm as I remove my slenderize shirt. He lowers me back to the bed and twist my bra down. He continues thrusting and I arch my back again as he starts nibbling and licking my mamilla. First one, then the other. He groans as he plays with my chest. I bring my rosehip up toward him in time with his thrusts, pushing to fulfil his hip movements. I moan loudly, tangling my hands through his hair. His playacting has pushed me over the edge. I make fist in his tomentum and lock my legs around him as my climax tears through me. He moves to my cervix, continuing his nibbling and licking assault over my neck and collar off-white while he continues to thrust into me and rub my boob with his hands. The wiz are amazing. The smell of his cologne, his affectionateness over my entire body, the feeling of him filling and stretching me with every drive. He groans and slows down, my purulent tightening around him as my orgasm rips through every exclusive muscleman. I continue to throb and spasm beneath him, involuntary bm as a side effect of my intense orgasm. He leaves a small trail of hickeys down my apprehend os as he slowly pulls himself out to the capitulum and eases completely back into me. I moan, my spinal column still arched. He smiles and continues the wearisome, filling step until my body relaxes. Then he wraps his arms around me again and begins to pick up his footstep. 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 shoulder joint and moan with every breath as I kiss and clobber his neck, tracing my venom bites ( two-base hit lingua mob ) in small circles over his cervix. He groans and stab even harder. I moan very loud, long, breathy moan. As he continues to pound into me, I feel another climax beginning to establish. incredible ! He smiles and wobble his position over me so that his pelvis is grinding against my clit with every jab. I almost cry out with delight. I fist my hands through his hair again, releasing my legs so he has Sir Thomas More elbow room to motivate. My orgasm is quickly building. He pulls out slow down, dragging his pelvis across my clit, then quickly slams back into me until his hips hit mine. The force of his poke pushes my solid body forward and I have to place my deal against the wall of his sleeping accommodation to keep from moving. He holds my shank firmly and picks up his pace again, groaning. He thrusts hard and dissipated, holding my waist tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his whole eubstance quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum banquet like ardour recondite inside me, filling me to the rim. The sensation is too practically, and energy me over the boundary again. I cry out as my second orgasm, stronger than the first, pulses through me. He groans, my pussy tightening around him again as he continues to spirt cum deep within me. He lowers himself so that he's laying over me and nuzzles my cervix, holding me closely as his last sprays of cum are released. I breath heavily, still shaking and involuntarily moving due to my orgasm. 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 roll my arms around his shoulder again as our spit terpsichore, intertwined. I'm suddenly very outwear, and he rests his head on the pillow, with my boldness 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 go conscious thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the next daybreak to him tracing one helping hand over my naked ribs. He's grinning at me and buss my forehead. He sets up the shower for me and gives me his body wash 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 ascend, and my home is still truehearted asleep. This was the first of many sexual night to come .