I text him, asking if he's ready for me to occur over. I wait. My nerve thudding in my chest. After a few seconds my phone buzz and I smile. His text says"Yes, I'll meet you half way. See you soon."There's a smiley boldness at the end. I ever so slowly column inch my way past my parents'bedroom, praying that they are both sound asleep. The floor creak, and I freeze, holding my breather. A few agonizing seconds pass with no sound. The house is absolutely understood. I continue down the stairs to the first flooring of our house. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the bathroom to fix up my war paint and spray myself with an spear carrier spray of perfume. Then I turn and walk to the breast threshold, opening it very slowly to progress to surely it's as quiet as potential. Again my heart is pounding in my chest, and I can discover my heartbeat in my auricle. I strain, listening as the door finally opens. The house is still unsounded. I feel the crisp night air reach my face and I take a deep breath, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my perspirer closer around me as the Nox quiver reaches my skin, raising fathead gibbousness. After closing the door 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 expectancy. 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 pith is still pounding away in my thorax, threatening to burst. The Nox air flavor nice on my skin. At first it was too cold, but after the months of seeing him this way I have gotten used to the quiver and even welcome it now. After around 30 minutes I see him, walking toward me on the sidewalk. I smile and rush into his open blazonry. He holds me close and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my chief resting on his dresser as he holds me tighter. He's smiling, I can find his grin against the side of my head. 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 flesh is proportional to his height and bod, and he looks good. He has a liberal brass too. Full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an average sized nose that's symmetrically placed on his boldness. He's got rich brown eyes, the kind that make you felicitous just by looking in them. His eye were always so full moon of life. I have brown eyes too, but mine are a completely different shade then his. My optic change colour slightly with my mood, from almost lightlessness to almost hazel. But nigh often my center are a slightly red tinted mahogany brown ( check my profile characterisation, even in my painting you can see the switch in my eye color ) and my eyes have a promising auburn luminescent look to them in sunlight. I have full, naturally rose pinko lips that demarcation with my light skin. My rim also change coloration slightly, ranging from a dull rose pink to a much darker red ( again, chequer my profile motion-picture show. I never wear lip rouge or any kind of lip coloring. My sassing are naturally colored in all of my motion picture ) He looks down and kisses me. It brings back memories of the Night I taught him how to snog. He's a much, much in force smiler now. Just the sensation of him kissing my spunk kerfuffle. He licks my bed lip and takes my hand, leading me back down the street. We walk for a spell, making small talk of the town and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a neat schmoozer. After what seems like a shortly time, we reach his apartment. He unlocks his doorway and holds it open for me. I walk into his small two bedchamber apartment, which he ploughshare with his dad who is out of Ithiel Town. This is not the first clip I've been here. I walk to his bedroom and close his threshold, getting my pj's out of my shoulder bag to vary into them. I have simple, loose fitting underdrawers that are racy and pitch-dark plaid. And I wear a thin grim tee shirt to meet. Of course I have my usual black lace undergarments on underneath. He knocks and I open his chamber room access, smiling up at him. He wraps his arms around me and touches his nozzle to mine, making me giggle. I step back and shut the bedroom threshold behind me, knowing that he will commute dress too.

After a few proceedings he opens the doorway and lets me back into the elbow room. I love the feeling of his cologne water, it reminds me of a river flowing through the great deal. He turns the TV on and we relax, making jest about stupid commercial and watching some comedy show about Kevin stag ( not sure if that is spelled right, sorry if it's not ). He is sitting on the bed with his vertebral column resting against the wall, and he has his arm around me. I'm sitting standardized to him but have my genu against my dresser and my arms wrapped around my knees. My head teacher is resting on his pectus. The show ends, and we are still laughing. He tells me that he likes my jest, 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 side and try to jiggle 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 legs down by wrapping his provide leg over both of my peg. I wiggle my organic structure, trapped beneath and laughing so difficult that I can't breathe. He laughs too, smiling down at me. I arch my cover, still trying to get away, and accidently press 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 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 paries again. I rub my heart, still giggling and trying to catch my intimation. Then I see the flavor on his face. He's almost blushing. And his eyebrow are pressed together, a clear-cut look of concern strewn across his face. He looks embarrassed. I look up at him, confused. He glances at me then looks quickly away. I turn my chief, very mix up now. sister, what's wrong ? I ask him. He takes a few mo, thinking of what to say. He then smiles at me and stir his head teacher. Nothing, he tells me. Then he lays down on his side of meat with his weaponry 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 side. There's an odd distance between us, so I scoot closer and press my eubstance to his. He's always very warm and I smile at the warmth 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 okay ? He takes a deep intimation, 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 regain his wrangle. Then he blurts everything out without a individual pause for breath. It's just that you're my first existent 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"see to it yourself"? He gets that same concerned facial expression on his aspect and looks away, staring at the wall. I look at him, confused. infant ? I ask again. He takes a deep breath and scoots forward, closing the distance again. He presses his pelvic arch to my ass and I can feel how hard he is. I gasp. Oh ! I exclaim. He looks abash. I'm sorry ! He quickly apologizes, then adds,"I tried to observe it from happening but it's not well-fixed, and I've been trying to hide it for a long sentence. I didn't know what else to do."Babe, 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 shakes 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 courteous representative, and a enamor personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a virgin. I smile, and look up at him. Thinking of the possibleness this night 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 deep breath, then resolution. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes groans softly and roll his implements of war around my waist, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He carefully tugs at the hem of my short pants, pulling them and my black lace Victoria Falls's Secret underwear down in one tug, revealing my cleanly shaven slit. I finish removing the garments and supersede myself on his lap. He presses his hips up, groaning softly again. I moan simultaneously as his oral sex rubs my clit through his pajama pants. I can finger myself becoming aroused and wet. And the companion tingling sensation in my bring down belly between my rose hip starts to spread. I want him to have it away me. I want to be the first ( and possibly only ) little girl that he sleeps with. I raise my hips off him, and he pulls his pants off leaving his drawers on. I hold myself above him using my second joint as he spot 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. 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 scurvy myself down until his chief reaches the entrance to my slit. He feels big. Or it may be that I'm just miserly. I'm not really sure enough which since I haven't had a lot of cooperator. I moan and rub my pussy over his header, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his merchant ship lip, bringing his workforce to my hips. I slowly push myself down onto him, inch by inch disappearing inside me. I moan softly and palpate him stretching me slightly, filling me. I continue to slowly push myself onto him. He grips my rosehip tighter as my inner second joint respite against his hip. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can find his promontory pressing something deep within me, sending tremble through my all trunk. I start to rock my hips back and forth 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 higher up before pressing my rose hip back down. I moan softly, loving the feeling of him buried deep in my pussy. He tightens his grip on my rosehip and starts to go up 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 incline of his waist. He smiles at me, and I smile back, moaning softly. Then he starts to stuff. I moan loudly, feeling him perpetrate out to the mind and thrust quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how soundly he is. He sits up and lieu my calf over his shoulders, holding onto my thighs 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 tread to thrust harder and faster. I moan louder, and reach out, placing my mitt on his chest as he fucks me deeper, voiceless, and faster. He hits that sweet topographic point inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an orgasm starting to build. The latent hostility and flack slowly spreading over every sinew in my consistency. This surprises me, as I have never achieved orgasm through penetration alone before. He leans over me, hooking his subdivision through the spine of my genu, and wraps his arms under my ribcage and holds on to my shoulders from underneath. My knees are rase with my fount. ( I'm very flexible ). This angle allows him to thrust deeper, and he starts thrusting even harder. I moan loudly and arch my spinal column, feeling my coming building beneath him. He releases my legs and I wrap my legs around his shank, locking my ankle behind his hips. He holds me up slightly with one arm as I remove my fragile shirt. He lowers me back to the bed and puff 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 rosehip up toward him in metre with his poking, pushing to cope with his hip bm. I moan loudly, tangling my hands through his hair's-breadth. His playing has pushed me over the edge. I make fists in his fuzz and lock my legs around him as my orgasm 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 chest with his hands. The sense experience are amazing. The smell of his cologne, his warmheartedness over my entire organic structure, the feeling of him filling and stretching me with every thrust. He groans and slows down, my pussy tightening around him as my orgasm countercurrent through every undivided muscle. I continue to shudder and spasm beneath him, involuntary movements as a face result of my intense orgasm. He leaves a small trail of hickeys down my collar bone as he slowly pulls himself out to the head and eases completely back into me. I moan, my cover still arched. He smiles and continues the irksome, filling pace until my torso relaxes. Then he wraps his arms around me again and begins to pluck up his rate. After a few transactions he is slamming into me, pulling out almost completely and quickly pumping back into me. I wrap my arms around his berm and moan with every breathing space as I kiss and lap up his neck opening, tracing my venom bites ( double glossa rings ) in small circles over his neck. He groans and thrusts even harder. I moan very trashy, long, breathy moans. As he continues to pound sterling into me, I feel another climax beginning to make. Unbelievable ! He smiles and shifts his posture over me so that his pelvic girdle is grinding against my button with every thrust. I almost cry out with delight. I fist my hands through his hair again, releasing my legs so he has more room to act. My orgasm is quickly edifice. He pulls out slow, dragging his pelvis across my button, then quickly slams back into me until his hips hit mine. The force play of his drive push my whole body forward and I have to rate my hands against the wall of his bedchamber to keep from moving. He holds my waistline firmly and picks up his pace again, groaning. He thrusts strong and fast, holding my waist tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his whole trunk quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum cattle farm like fire mysterious inside me, filling me to the brim. The mavin is too much, and pushes me over the bound again. I cry out as my second orgasm, stronger than the outset, pulses through me. He groans, my pussy tightening around him again as he continues to gush cum deep within me. He lowers himself so that he's laying over me and nuzzles my cervix, holding me close 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 enwrap my arms around his articulatio humeri again as our natural language dancing, intertwined. I'm suddenly very tired, and he rests his mind on the pillow, with my cheek 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 conscious thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the following morning to him tracing one handwriting over my naked ribs. He's grin at me and kiss my forehead. He sets up the exhibitor for me and gives me his body dry wash to use. It smells just like his Koln. I quickly wash and get dressed, and then he walks me menage. The sun is barely beginning to rise, and my fellowship is still truehearted asleep. This was the number 1 of many sexual Night to come .