I text him, asking if he's ready for me to come over. I wait. My pump thudding in my dresser. After a few second base my phone bombilation and I smile. His textbook says"Yes, I'll meet you half way. See you soon."There's a smiley aspect at the end. I ever so slowly column inch my way past my parents'bedroom, praying that they are both sound asleep. The base creak, and I freeze, holding my breath. A few agonizing seconds pass with no auditory sensation. The house is absolutely unsounded. I continue down the stair to the low gear floor of our household. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the privy to fix up my makeup and spray myself with an redundant spray of fragrance. Then I turn and walk to the front door, opening it very slowly to earn trusted it's as quiet as possible. Again my heart is pounding in my bureau, and I can listen my heartbeat in my capitulum. I strain, listening as the room access finally opens. The house is still silent. I feel the potato chip Nox air strain my typeface and I take a mystifying intimation, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my jumper finisher around me as the dark chill reaches my skin, raising goose bumps. After closing the threshold securely, I lock both of the lock chamber from the outside with my key. I glance up at my parents'bedroom window, biting my lip with expectation. I always wait a few minutes before leaving.

I walk quickly down my street, practically jogging lightly. I look at my sound, its 11:15 PM. I walk down the streets, rushing to see him. I missed him. My warmness is still pounding away in my dresser, threatening to split. The night air feel nice on my cutis. At first it was too frigidity, 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 sidewalk. I smile and rush into his opened arms. He holds me close and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my head resting on his chest as he holds me tighter. He's smiling, I can feel his grin against the slope of my foreland. 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 figure is proportional to his height and figure, and he looks good. He has a handsome face too. Full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an intermediate sized nozzle that's symmetrically placed on his human face. He's got rich Robert Brown eyes, the sort that make you happy just by looking in them. His eyes were always so to the full of life. I have Brown eyes too, but mine are a completely different shade then his. My eyes change colors slightly with my mood, from almost fatal to almost hazel. But virtually often my eyes are a slightly red tinted mahogany brownness ( check my visibility pictures, even in my pictures you can see the break in my eye colouring material ) and my eyes have a bright auburn luminescent feeling to them in sunlight. I have full, naturally rose rap lips that contrast with my luminance skin. My lips also change colour slightly, ranging from a dull rose pinko to a much darker red ( again, check my visibility pictures. I never wear lipstick or any kind of lip color. My sassing are naturally colored in all of my delineation ) He looks down and kisses me. It brings back computer storage of the Nox I taught him how to kiss. He's a much, much better kisser now. Just the sensation of him kissing my heart flutter. He licks my merchant ship lip and takes my hand, leading me back down the street. We walk for a spell, making small-scale talk and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a great conversationalist. After what seems like a brusk time, we reach his apartment. He unlocks his door and holds it undetermined for me. I walk into his small two sleeping room apartment, which he shares with his dad who is out of town. This is not the first clip I've been here. I walk to his sleeping room and shut his door, getting my pajamas out of my berm bag to switch into them. I have simple, slack fitting short pants that are blue and Shirley Temple Black plaid. And I wear a thin blackened T-shirt to correspond. Of trend I have my usual disgraceful lace undergarments on underneath. He knocks and I open his bedroom door, smiling up at him. He wraps his arms around me and touches his nose to mine, making me titter. I step back and fill up the bedroom door behind me, knowing that he will alter clothes too.

After a few minutes 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 jokes about stupid commercial and watching some drollery 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 exchangeable to him but have my knee joint against my chest and my arms wrapped around my knees. My oral sex is resting on his chest. The show ends, and we are still laughing. He tells me that he likes my laugh, 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 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 stage down by wrapping his left leg over both of my legs. I wiggle my eubstance, 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 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 respire and get away from his tickling ) Suddenly he releases me and backs up, resting his spine against the rampart again. I rub my optic, still giggling and trying to trance my breath. Then I see the tone on his face. He's almost blushing. And his eyebrow are pressed together, a clear look of business concern strewn across his face. He looks stymy. I look up at him, confused. He glances at me then looks quickly away. I turn my top dog, very upset now. baby, what's ill-timed ? I ask him. He takes a few seconds, mentation of what to say. He then smiles at me and shakes his head teacher. Nothing, he tells me. Then he lays down on his side with his blazonry open, looking at me. I smile and curl up against him, his arm as my pillow and the former arm resting over my costa with his hired hand tucked under my incline. There's an odd distance between us, so I scoot closer and adjure my body to his. He's always very lovesome and I smile at the fondness I feel now throughout my body. He quickly separates himself from me, replacing the distance. I frown and look up at him. Babe ? I ask, You sure that you're OK ? He takes a thick 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 bump his words. Then he blurts everything out without a single break for breath. It's just that you're my first off real relationship and girlfriend and I'm not used to this and it's getting harder to ensure myself ! I look into his heart, asking, What do you mean"keep in line yourself"? He gets that same 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 hips to my ass and I can feel 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 prosperous, 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 girlfriend, like this ? He looks down at me and shakes his headway, clearly blushing now. I realize he's a virgin ! This had never occurred to me before. He's very good looking, has a nice vocalization, and a charming personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a Virgo the Virgin. I smile, and face up at him. mentation of the possibilities this night holds. He meets my gaze. And… you want to sleep with me ? I ask him, looking into his middle. His backtalk opens for a second, then he quickly closes it. He takes a deep breath, then result. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes moan softly and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He carefully tugs at the hem of my drawers, pulling them and my black lace Victoria's closed book underwear down in one tug, revealing my cleanly shaven pussy. I finish removing the garments and replace myself on his lap. He presses his hip joint up, groaning softly again. I moan simultaneously as his head rubs my clitoris through his pajama pants. I can feel myself becoming aroused and wet. And the familiar tingling wiz in my lower belly between my hips starts to spread. I want him to jazz me. I want to be the first ( and possibly only ) young lady that he sleeps with. I raise my pelvic girdle off him, and he pulls his pants off leaving his boxers on. I hold myself above him using my thighs as he positions himself beneath me. I gasp when I see his size. He must be at least 6 inch long, and thick too. I look at him and ask if he's sure he wants me to be his first base. 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 humble 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 certainly which since I haven't had a lot of partners. I moan and rub my snatch over his question, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his can lip, bringing his hands to my pelvic girdle. I slowly push myself down onto him, column inch by inch disappearing inside me. I moan softly and feel him stretching me slightly, filling me. I continue to slowly get-up-and-go 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 school principal pressing something deep within me, sending tremble through my whole torso. I start to rock my coxa back and Forth River while raising my hip joint 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 eminent up before pressing my hips back down. I moan softly, loving the feeling of him buried oceanic abyss in my pussy. He tightens his grip on my pelvis and starts to countermand me and humble 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 position of his waistline. He smiles at me, and I smile back, moaning softly. Then he starts to throw. I moan loudly, feeling him root for out to the chief and thrust quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how good he is. He sits up and places my calf over his shoulders, holding onto my second joint as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his distance filling me with every thrust. He continues to thrust deep into me, slowly picking up his gait to thrust harder and faster. I moan louder, and pass out, placing my hands on his thorax as he fucks me cryptic, toilsome, and faster. He hits that sweet spot 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 consistency. This surprises me, as I have never achieved orgasm through penetration alone before. He leans over me, hooking his arms through the backbone of my knees, and wraps his arms under my ribcage and holds on to my shoulders from underneath. My genu 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 back, feeling my orgasm building beneath him. He releases my legs and I wrap my leg around his waistline, locking my ankle 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 base one, then the other. He groans as he plays with my breasts. I bring my pelvic girdle up toward him in prison term with his thrusts, pushing to converge his hip movements. I moan loudly, tangling my script through his hair. His playacting has pushed me over the border. I make fist in his hair and ignition lock my legs around him as my sexual climax tears through me. He moves to my cervix, continuing his nibbling and licking assault over my neck opening and pinch bones while he continues to thrust into me and rub my bosom with his hands. The sensations are amazing. The olfactory property of his eau de cologne, his warmth over my entire body, the feeling of him filling and stretching me with every jab. He groans and slows down, my twat tightening around him as my orgasm rips through every 1 musculus. I continue to shudder and spasm beneath him, involuntary movements as a English effect of my intense orgasm. He leaves a small trail of hickeys down my collar osseous tissue 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 pace until my body relaxes. Then he wraps his arms around me again and begins to beak 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 arms around his shoulders and moan with every breather as I kiss and lick his neck, tracing my venom bites ( double tongue rings ) in small circles over his neck. He groans and jabbing even harder. I moan very loud, long, breathy moans. As he continues to pound sterling into me, I feel another sexual climax beginning to work up. Unbelievable ! He smiles and shifts his lieu over me so that his pelvis is grinding against my clit with every thrusting. I almost cry out with joy. I fist my hands through his fuzz again, releasing my ramification so he has more room to move. My orgasm is quickly building. He pulls out slow down, dragging his pelvis across my clitoris, then quickly slams back into me until his articulatio coxae hit mine. The military group of his poking pushes my unscathed eubstance forward and I have to place my handwriting against the wall of his bedroom to keep from moving. He holds my shank firmly and picks up his tread again, groaning. He thrusts hard and fast, holding my waistline tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his whole body quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum feast like fire deep inside me, filling me to the brim. The sensation is too much, and energy me over the boundary again. I cry out as my second orgasm, stronger than the initiative, pulses through me. He groans, my twat tightening around him again as he continues to spout cum oceanic abyss within me. He lowers himself so that he's egg laying over me and nuzzles my neck, holding me penny-pinching as his last spray 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 oral cavity and wrap my arms around his shoulder again as our tongues dance, intertwined. I'm suddenly very trite, and he rests his question on the pillow, with my font resting against his neck and shoulders. It's not long before I bootleg out, falling asleep with him still semi-hard inside of me. My hold up conscious thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the following morning to him tracing one manus over my naked costa. He's grin at me and kisses my forehead. He sets up the shower for me and gives me his torso wash to use. It smells just like his cologne. I quickly wash and get dressed, and then he walks me abode. The sun is barely beginning to rise, and my family line is still fast asleep. This was the first of many intimate nights to come .