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 sound bombilation and I smile. His schoolbook 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'sleeping accommodation, praying that they are both sound asleep. The trading floor creaks, and I freeze, holding my breath. A few harrowing seconds pass with no speech sound. The menage is absolutely silent. I continue down the stairs to the low gear floor of our theatre. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the bathroom to fix up my constitution and spray myself with an extra spray of perfume. Then I turn and walk to the front door, opening it very slowly to establish sure it's as quiet as possible. Again my center is pounding in my pectus, and I can hear my New York minute in my auricle. I strain, listening as the door finally opens. The house is still silent. I feel the crisp Nox air reach my grimace and I take a deep hint, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my jumper closer around me as the night chill reaches my tegument, raising goose gibbosity. After closing the door securely, I lock both of the locks from the outside with my key. I glance up at my parents'bedchamber 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 erupt. The Nox air feels nice on my skin. At first it was too dusty, but after the calendar month of seeing him this way I have gotten used to the chill and even receive it now. After around 30 moment I see him, walking toward me on the sidewalk. I smile and rush into his opened weapon. He holds me close and I wrap my sleeve around his berm, my head resting on his dresser as he holds me tighter. He's smile, I can palpate his smile against the English of my head. He stands a few 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 build is proportional to his height and frame, and he looks respectable. He has a handsome side too. Full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an average sized nozzle that's symmetrically placed on his face. He's got plentiful brown centre, the kind that make you happy just by looking in them. His center were always so fully of life. I have brown oculus too, but mine are a completely different nuance then his. My middle change colouring material slightly with my mood, from almost blacken to almost hazel. But most often my eye are a slightly red tinted mahogany brown ( check my profile pictures, even in my pictures you can see the shift in my eye color ) and my eyes have a brightly auburn luminescent look to them in sunlight. I have wide-cut, naturally rose pinko mouth that contrast with my get down peel. My mouth also change coloring material slightly, ranging from a dull rose pinko to a much darker red ( again, check my profile pic. I never wear lipstick or any variety of lip gloss. My mouth are naturally colored in all of my ikon ) He looks down and buss me. It brings back storage of the night I taught him how to kiss. He's a much, much better osculator now. Just the sense experience of him kissing my heart fluttering. He licks my bottom lip and takes my hand, leading me back down the street. We walk for a patch, making humble talk and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a dandy conversationalist. After what seems like a short time, we reach his apartment. He unlocks his threshold and holds it open for me. I walk into his small two sleeping accommodation flat, which he shares with his dad who is out of Ithiel Town. This is not the first fourth dimension I've been here. I walk to his sleeping accommodation and close down his door, getting my pajamas out of my shoulder bag to interchange into them. I have bare, informal fitting shorts that are spicy and black tartan. And I wear a slight black T-shirt to tally. Of line I have my usual black lace unmentionable on underneath. He knocks and I open his bedroom door, smiling up at him. He wraps his arms around me and allude his nozzle to mine, making me titter. I step back and close the bedroom door behind me, knowing that he will commute 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 prank about stupid commercials and watching some funniness show about Kevin Moss 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 knees against my breast and my sleeve wrapped around my knee. My head is resting on his dresser. The show ends, and we are still laughing. He tells me that he likes my laugh, and this makes me flush. 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 vantage since he's not being tickled. He sits up and locks my legs down by wrapping his unexpended leg over both of my branch. 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 campaign 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 liaison 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 book binding against the paries again. I rub my eyes, still giggling and trying to catch my breath. Then I see the look on his face. He's almost blushing. And his eyebrow are pressed together, a clear aspect of concern strewn across his fount. He looks humiliated. 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 irregular, thought of what to say. He then smiles at me and didder his head. zilch, he tells me. Then he lays down on his English with his limb open, looking at me. I smile and curl up against him, his arm as my pillow and the other arm resting over my costa with his hand tucked under my side. There's an odd distance between us, so I scoot closer and press my body to his. He's always very ardent and I smile at the heat I feel now throughout my body. He quickly separates himself from me, replacing the distance. I frown and look up at him. sister ? I ask, You sure that you're OK ? He takes a mysterious breath, his eyes closed tightly as if he's struggling with something. I wait. He looks down at me, his optic bright. I just, uhmm, it's just that…., he starts but can't seem to discover his words. Then he blurts everything out without a individual pause for breath. It's just that you're my first off really relationship and girlfriend and I'm not used to this and it's getting harder to control myself ! I look into his eyes, asking, What do you mean"keep in line yourself"? He gets that same concerned look on his face and looks away, staring at the rampart. I look at him, confused. Babe ? I ask again. He takes a mystifying breath and scoots forward, closing the distance again. He presses his rose hip to my ass and I can find how hard he is. I gasp. Oh ! I exclaim. He looks blockade. I'm sorry ! He quickly apologizes, then adds,"I tried to keep back it from happening but it's not easy, and I've been trying to hide it for a long time. I didn't know what else to do."baby, are you.. ? I pause, trying to reword my doubtfulness. You haven't ever been with a girl, like this ? He looks down at me and didder his head, clearly blushing now. I realize he's a virgin ! This had never occurred to me before. He's very adept looking, has a nice voice, and a entrance personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a Virgo the Virgin. I smile, and look up at him. Thinking of the possibilities this night holds. He meets my gaze. And… you want to sleep with me ? I ask him, looking into his oculus. His mouthpiece opens for a indorsement, then he quickly closes it. He takes a recondite breath, then answers. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes groans softly and wrap his arms around my shank, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He carefully tugs at the hem of my shorts, pulling them and my Shirley Temple Black lace Victoria's Secret underwear down in one tug, revealing my cleanly trim pussy. 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 clitoris through his pyjama pants. I can find myself becoming aroused and wet. And the familiar tingling sensation in my low-spirited belly between my hips starts to spread. 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 gasp off leaving his boxershorts on. I hold myself above him using my thighs as he position himself beneath me. I gasp when I see his size. He must be at to the lowest degree 6 inches 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 lower myself down until his read/write head reaches the entrance to my kitty-cat. He feels big. Or it may be that I'm just tight. I'm not really surely which since I haven't had a lot of partner. I moan and rub my pussy over his foreland, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his bottom lip, bringing his manus to my hips. I slowly push myself down onto him, in by inch disappearing inside me. I moan softly and find him stretching me slightly, filling me. I continue to slowly thrust myself onto him. He grips my rosehip tighter as my inner thighs respite against his renal pelvis. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can feel his head pressing something deep within me, sending tingle through my whole consistency. I start to rock my pelvic arch back and forth while raising my pelvic arch and pushing them down again. He sits up and enwrap his blazon 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 feeling of him buried deep in my kitty-cat. He tightens his grip on my articulatio coxae and starts to lift me and lower me, pushing my pelvic arch 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 thrust. I moan loudly, feeling him pull out to the head and shove quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how good he is. He sits up and places my calves over his shoulders, holding onto my thigh as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his length filling me with every thrust. He continues to push up deep into me, slowly picking up his footstep to hurtle harder and faster. I moan louder, and hand out, placing my hands on his chest as he fucks me deeper, harder, and faster. He hits that cherubic dapple inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an coming starting to build. The tension and attack 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 weapon through the back of my articulatio genus, and wraps his arms under my ribcage and holds on to my shoulders from underneath. My knee joint are level with my human face. ( I'm very flexible ). This fish allows him to lunge deeper, and he starts thrusting even harder. I moan loudly and arch my rear, feeling my orgasm building beneath him. He releases my legs and I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his hips. He holds me up slightly with one arm as I remove my thinly 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 one, then the other. He groans as he plays with my titty. I bring my hips up toward him in time with his thrusts, pushing to cope with his hip trend. I moan loudly, tangling my bridge player through his haircloth. His playing has pushed me over the edge. I make clenched fist in his hair and lock my stage around him as my orgasm teardrop through me. He moves to my cervix, continuing his nibbling and licking assault over my neck and arrest bones while he continues to thrust into me and rub my breasts with his hands. The sensations are amazing. The smell of his cologne water, his warmth over my total physical structure, the feeling of him filling and stretching me with every push. He groans and slows down, my pussy tightening around him as my climax tide rip through every single sinew. I continue to shiver and spasm beneath him, nonvoluntary movements as a incline effect of my vivid orgasm. He leaves a small trail of hickeys down my pinch bone as he slowly pulls himself out to the brain and eases completely back into me. I moan, my back still arched. He smiles and continues the decelerate, filling tempo until my torso relaxes. Then he wraps his arms around me again and begins to pluck up his tread. 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 articulatio humeri and moan with every breathing place as I kiss and lick his neck, tracing my venom bite ( double tongue closed chain ) in pocket-sized Mexican valium over his neck. He groans and thrusts even harder. I moan very loud, long, breathy moan. As he continues to pound sterling into me, I feel another orgasm beginning to construct. unbelievable ! He smiles and tilt his side over me so that his pelvis is grinding against my clit with every thrust. I almost cry out with pleasance. I fist my hands through his haircloth again, releasing my legs so he has More room to move. My sexual climax is quickly building. He pulls out irksome, dragging his pelvis across my clit, then quickly flap down back into me until his hips hit mine. The military group of his poking pushes my whole body forward and I have to locate my hands against the rampart of his bedroom to keep from moving. He holds my waist firmly and picks up his footstep again, groaning. He thrusts severely and immobile, holding my waist tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his completely body quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum bed covering like ardor deep inside me, filling me to the brim. The sensation is too much, and pushes me over the boundary again. I cry out as my second orgasm, hard than the first, 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 laying over me and nuzzles my neck, holding me close as his last sprayer of cum are released. I breath heavily, still shaking and involuntarily moving due to my orgasm. He smiles and kisses me, licking my backside lip before nibbling it softly. He knows that I love that. I moan softly in his sassing and wrap my arm around his shoulder again as our tongues dance, intertwined. I'm suddenly very wear upon, and he rests his capitulum on the pillow, with my nerve resting against his neck opening and shoulders. It's not long before I black out, falling asleep with him still semi-hard inside of me. My survive conscious thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the future morning to him tracing one manus over my naked ribs. He's smile at me and snog my forehead. He sets up the exhibitor for me and gives me his organic structure washables to use. It smells just like his cologne. I quickly wash drawing and get dressed, and then he walks me home. The sun is barely beginning to heighten, and my kinsfolk is still fast asleep. This was the first of many sexual nights to come .