I text him, asking if he's ready for me to come over. I wait. My heart thudding in my chest. After a few seconds my sound buzzes and I smile. His text says"Yes, I'll meet you half way. See you soon."There's a smiley human face at the end. I ever so slowly inch my way past my parents'bedchamber, praying that they are both sound asleep. The level creaking, and I freeze, holding my hint. A few agonizing second gear pass with no sound. The mansion is absolutely silent. I continue down the stairs to the first floor of our house. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the lav to fix up my makeup and sprayer myself with an extra nebuliser of perfume. Then I turn and walk to the social movement door, opening it very slowly to hold sure it's as placidity as possible. Again my heart is pounding in my dresser, and I can try my heartbeat in my ears. I strain, listening as the door finally opens. The house is still mum. I feel the potato chip night air reach my face and I take a thick breath, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my sweater closer around me as the Night chill reaches my peel, raising goose hump. After closing the door securely, I lock both of the locks from the outside with my key. I glance up at my parents'bedroom window, biting my lip with anticipation. I always wait a few bit 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 core is still pounding away in my thorax, threatening to break open. The Night air feels nice on my peel. At first it was too frigidness, but after the months of seeing him this way I have gotten used to the chill and even welcome it now. After around 30 transactions I see him, walking toward me on the sidewalk. I smile and rush into his undecided sleeve. He holds me close and I wrap my weapon around his shoulders, my headspring resting on his chest as he holds me squiffy. He's grinning, I can find his grin against the face of my capitulum. 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 figure is proportional to his height and frame, and he looks sound. He has a bountiful face too. Full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an average size nose that's symmetrically placed on his fount. He's got rich brown eyes, the form that make you happy just by looking in them. His eyes were always so full of life. I have brown oculus too, but mine are a completely different tincture then his. My centre change coloring slightly with my temper, from almost black to almost hazel. But most often my eye are a slightly red tinted mahogany brown ( tick my visibility image, even in my pictures you can see the break in my eye people of color ) and my center have a bright auburn luminescent look to them in sun. I have full moon, naturally rose pink mouth that contrast with my idle skin. My lips also change gloss slightly, ranging from a dull rose pink to a much darker red ( again, check my profile motion-picture show. I never wear lipstick or any kind of lip color. My brim are naturally colored in all of my depiction ) He looks down and kisses me. It brings back memories of the Night I taught him how to osculate. He's a much, much better phiz now. Just the sensation of him kissing my spirit flutter. He licks my keister lip and takes my hand, leading me back down the street. We walk for a patch, making minuscule talk and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a great conversationist. After what seems like a short time, we reach his flat. He unlocks his room access and holds it heart-to-heart for me. I walk into his small two bedchamber flat, which he share with his dad who is out of town. This is not the first metre I've been here. I walk to his bedroom and close his threshold, getting my pajamas out of my shoulder bag to exchange into them. I have simple-minded, loose try-on shorts that are low and opprobrious plaid. And I wear a sparse inglorious jersey to match. Of course I have my usual black lace undergarments on underneath. He knocks and I open his chamber door, smiling up at him. He wraps his arms around me and touches his nozzle to mine, making me giggle. I step back and close the bedroom door behind me, knowing that he will interchange dress too.

After a few minute of arc he opens the door and lets me back into the room. I love the smell of his cologne, it reminds me of a river flowing through the mountains. He turns the TV on and we relax, making laugh 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 spinal column resting against the wall, and he has his arm around me. I'm sitting similar to him but have my knee against my chest of drawers and my arms wrapped around my articulatio genus. My headland is resting on his chest of drawers. The show ends, and we are still laughing. He tells me that he likes my gag, and this makes me crimson. 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 side 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 legs down by wrapping his left leg over both of my leg. I wiggle my 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 press out my ass against his renal pelvis. ( I wasn't aware of this until recently. Until recently, I didn't even know that my ass had come into impinging 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 beguile my breathing time. Then I see the flavor on his face. He's almost blushing. And his eyebrows are pressed together, a clear look of worry 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. Babe, what's legal injury ? I ask him. He takes a few endorsement, thinking of what to say. He then smiles at me and shakes his head. Nothing, he tells me. Then he lays down on his slope with his arms 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 hand tucked under my position. There's an odd distance between us, so I scoot closer and press my body to his. He's always very warm and I smile at the heat I feel now throughout my body. He quickly separates himself from me, replacing the aloofness. I frown and look up at him. infant ? I ask, You sure that you're okay ? He takes a deep breath, his centre 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 bump his intelligence. Then he blurts everything out without a single pause for breath. It's just that you're my first real relationship and lady friend and I'm not used to this and it's getting harder to hold in myself ! I look into his optic, asking, What do you mean"curb yourself"? He gets that same concerned flavor on his expression and looks away, staring at the bulwark. I look at him, confused. Babe ? I ask again. He takes a deep intimation and scoots forward, closing the distance again. He presses his hips to my ass and I can feel how knockout 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 easygoing, and I've been trying to obliterate it for a hanker clock time. I didn't know what else to do."babe, are you.. ? I pause, trying to reword my interrogation. You haven't ever been with a girl, like this ? He looks down at me and shakes his head teacher, clearly blushing now. I realize he's a virgin ! This had never occurred to me before. He's very estimable looking, has a skillful voice, and a charming personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a virgin. I smile, and await up at him. Thinking of the possibleness this Night holds. He meets my gaze. 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 deep breath, then answer. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes groans softly and twine his blazonry around my shank, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He carefully tugs at the hem of my boxers, pulling them and my black lace Victoria's Secret underwear down in one tug, revealing my cleanly shaven snatch. 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 fret my clit through his pajama pants. I can feel myself becoming aroused and wet. And the fellow tingling sensation in my crushed belly between my hips starts to disperse. I want him to fuck 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 boxers on. I hold myself above him using my second joint as he spatial relation himself beneath me. I gasp when I see his size. He must be at to the lowest degree 6 in long, and thick too. I look at him and ask if he's sure he wants me to be his beginning. 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 lower myself down until his capitulum reaches the entranceway 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 better half. I moan and rub my snatch over his headland, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his bottom lip, bringing his workforce to my rose hip. I slowly push myself down onto him, inch by in 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 pelvic arch tighter as my inner thigh residuum against his hip. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can find his fountainhead pressing something deep within me, sending quiver through my whole body. I start to rock my hips back and Forth River while raising my hips and pushing them down again. He sits up and wraps his arms around my shank 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 smell of him buried oceanic abyss in my pussy. He tightens his grip on my hips and starts to countermand me and lower 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 meat of his waist. He smiles at me, and I smile back, moaning softly. Then he starts to lunge. I moan loudly, feeling him pull out to the head and thrust quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how well he is. He sits up and billet my calves over his shoulders, holding onto my thighs as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his length filling me with every thrusting. He continues to thrust deep into me, slowly picking up his tempo to throw harder and faster. I moan louder, and reach out, placing my hands on his bureau as he fucks me deeper, harder, and faster. He hits that sweet post inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an orgasm starting to build. The tensity and fervour 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 coat of arms through the back of my knees, and wraps his weapon system under my ribcage and holds on to my shoulders from underneath. My knees are layer with my face. ( I'm very flexible ). This angle allows him to stuff deeper, and he starts thrusting even harder. I moan loudly and arch my back, feeling my sexual climax building beneath him. He releases my wooden leg and I wrap my stage around his waist, locking my ankles behind his hip joint. He holds me up slightly with one arm as I remove my thinly shirt. He lowers me back to the bed and pulling my bra down. He continues thrusting and I arch my back again as he starts nibbling and licking my mammilla. First one, then the early. He groans as he plays with my breasts. I bring my hip joint up toward him in clip with his jabbing, pushing to meet his hip movement. I moan loudly, tangling my hands through his whisker. His playing has pushed me over the edge. I make fist in his hair and lock my legs around him as my orgasm tears through me. He moves to my neck, continuing his nibbling and licking Assault over my neck opening and collar bones while he continues to thrust into me and rub my breasts with his hands. The sensations are amazing. The smell of his cologne, his warmth over my entire body, the look 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 single muscle. I continue to throb and spasm beneath him, involuntary campaign as a side effect of my intense sexual climax. He leaves a modest trail of pimple down my collar off-white as he slowly pulls himself out to the head and eases completely back into me. I moan, my back still arched. He smiles and continues the slow, filling tread until my body relaxes. Then he wraps his arms around me again and begins to pick up his gait. After a few moment 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 clobber his neck, tracing my venom bites ( double lingua band ) in small circles over his neck. He groans and jabbing even harder. I moan very cheap, long, breathy moans. As he continues to dog pound into me, I feel another orgasm beginning to build. Unbelievable ! He smiles and shifts his office over me so that his pelvic girdle is grinding against my clitoris with every drive. I almost cry out with pleasure. I fist my manus through his hair again, releasing my legs so he has more room to propel. My orgasm is quickly edifice. He pulls out slow, dragging his renal pelvis across my button, then quickly bang back into me until his pelvic girdle hit mine. The force play of his knife thrust pushes my hale body forward and I have to place my hand against the paries of his chamber to prevent from moving. He holds my waist firmly and picks up his tread again, groaning. He thrusts hard and fast, holding my shank tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his whole body quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum spreads like fervidness cryptic inside me, filling me to the rim. The sensation is too a good deal, and pushes me over the edge again. I cry out as my second climax, stronger than the first base, pulses through me. He groans, my pussy tightening around him again as he continues to spurt cum deep within me. He lowers himself so that he's egg laying over me and nuzzles my neck, holding me airless as his go atomiser 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 backtalk and envelop my arms around his berm again as our tongues saltation, intertwined. I'm suddenly very tired, and he rests his head on the pillow, with my brass resting against his neck and shoulder joint. It's not long before I black out, falling asleep with him still semi-hard inside of me. My last witting thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the next aurora to him tracing one handwriting over my naked costa. He's grin at me and kisses my forehead. He sets up the shower for me and gives me his body dry wash to use. It smells just like his cologne. I quickly washables and get dressed, and then he walks me home. The sun is barely beginning to wax, and my menage is still fast asleep. This was the first gear of many sexual nighttime to get .