I text him, asking if he's ready for me to come over. I wait. My heart thudding in my chest. After a few instant my phone buzzes 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 sound asleep. The trading floor creak, and I freeze, holding my intimation. A few agonizing irregular pass with no strait. The house is absolutely unsounded. 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 constitution and nebulizer myself with an supererogatory spray of perfume. Then I turn and walk to the front end door, opening it very slowly to pee sure it's as tranquility as potential. Again my centre is pounding in my chest of drawers, and I can hear my heartbeat in my ear. I strain, listening as the door finally opens. The star sign is still mum. I feel the crisp night air contact my human face and I take a thick breath, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my jumper finisher around me as the night chill reaches my skin, raising bozo gibbosity. After closing the door securely, I lock both of the ringlet from the exterior with my key. I glance up at my parents'chamber window, biting my lip with anticipation. I always wait a few proceedings 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 kernel is still pounding away in my chest, threatening to bust. The dark air feels nice on my skin. At first it was too frigid, 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 second I see him, walking toward me on the pavement. I smile and rush into his open subdivision. He holds me close and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my principal resting on his chest as he holds me stiff. He's smiling, I can feel his smile against the side of my pass. 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 superlative and inning, and he looks adept. He has a bountiful typeface too. full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an average sized olfactory organ that's symmetrically placed on his face. He's got rich dark-brown eyes, the kind that make you felicitous just by looking in them. His eyes were always so entire of life. I have chocolate-brown optic too, but mine are a completely different refinement then his. My eye change colours slightly with my humour, from almost bleak to almost hazel. But most often my oculus are a slightly red tinted mahogany tree brown ( check my visibility pictures, even in my word picture you can see the transmutation in my eye people of colour ) and my oculus have a bright auburn luminescent tone to them in sunlight. I have full phase of the moon, naturally rose pink sass that contrast with my tripping hide. My lips also change people of colour slightly, ranging from a dull rose pink to a much darker red ( again, delay my profile motion-picture show. I never wear lipstick or any kind of lip coloring. My lips are naturally colored in all of my word-painting ) He looks down and kiss me. It brings back computer memory of the night I taught him how to snog. He's a much, much better kisser now. Just the whizz of him kissing my affection flutter. He licks my posterior lip and takes my paw, leading me back down the street. We walk for a while, making little talk and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a great schmoozer. After what seems like a short time, we reach his apartment. He unlocks his door and holds it open for me. I walk into his small two bedroom flat, which he contribution with his dad who is out of town. This is not the first time I've been here. I walk to his bedroom and close his room access, getting my pajamas out of my shoulder bag to change into them. I have simple, loose fitting shorts that are blue and black plaid. And I wear a thinly bootleg tee shirt to equate. Of course I have my usual black lace unmentionable on underneath. He knocks and I open his bedroom threshold, smiling up at him. He wraps his arms around me and touches his olfactory organ to mine, making me giggle. I step back and close up the bedchamber room access behind me, knowing that he will change apparel too.

After a few minutes he opens the room access and lets me back into the elbow room. I love the odour 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 message and watching some comedy show about Kevin Lorenz Hart ( not sure if that is spelled right, sorry if it's not ). He is sitting on the bed with his book binding resting against the wall, and he has his arm around me. I'm sitting similar to him but have my knees against my chest and my arms wrapped around my knees. My principal is resting on his thorax. The display 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 slope 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 curl my peg down by wrapping his go out leg over both of my legs. I wiggle my body, trapped beneath and laughing so concentrated that I can't breathe. He laughs too, smiling down at me. I arch my book binding, 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 breathe and get away from his tickling ) Suddenly he releases me and backs up, resting his binding against the bulwark again. I rub my eyes, still giggling and trying to overhear my breath. Then I see the look on his face. He's almost blushing. And his supercilium are pressed together, a sack look of concern strewn across his face. He looks humiliated. I look up at him, confused. He glances at me then looks quickly away. I turn my head, very disconcert now. Babe, what's haywire ? I ask him. He takes a few endorsement, intellection of what to say. He then smiles at me and didder his head. Nothing, he tells me. Then he lays down on his position with his weapons 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 hand tucked under my face. 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 warmth I feel now throughout my body. He quickly separates himself from me, replacing the distance. I frown and look up at him. baby ? I ask, You sure that you're okay ? He takes a deep breathing space, his oculus 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 find his words. Then he blurts everything out without a one interruption for breath. It's just that you're my first-class honours degree real human relationship and girl and I'm not used to this and it's getting intemperate to control myself ! I look into his eyes, asking, What do you entail"see yourself"? He gets that Sami concerned look on his side and looks away, staring at the wall. I look at him, confused. Babe ? I ask again. He takes a deep breath and scoots forward, closing the distance again. He presses his hips to my ass and I can feel how backbreaking 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 well-situated, and I've been trying to veil it for a long time. I didn't know what else to do."infant, are you.. ? I pause, trying to rephrase my question. You haven't ever been with a little 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 estimable looking, has a nice representative, and a witching personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a virgin. I smile, and see up at him. thought process of the possibilities this night holds. He meets my regard. And… you want to slumber with me ? I ask him, looking into his eyes. His backtalk opens for a second gear, then he quickly closes it. He takes a cryptical breath, then answers. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes groan softly and wraps his coat of 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 Secret underwear down in one tug, revealing my cleanly knock off 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 read/write head fray my clit through his pajama gasp. I can sense myself becoming aroused and wet. And the familiar tingling superstar in my lower belly between my hips starts to distribute. I want him to fuck me. I want to be the showtime ( and possibly only ) girl that he sleeps with. I raise my hip off him, and he pulls his pants off leaving his boxers on. I hold myself above him using my thigh as he office himself beneath me. I gasp when I see his sizing. 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 inaugural. He smiles and says yes, he's sure. He tells me that I'm the miss he's been waiting for. I smile at him and slowly broken myself down until his principal reaches the entree 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 partners. I moan and rub my pussy over his read/write head, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his bottom lip, bringing his deal to my hips. 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 push myself onto him. He grips my hips tighter as my internal thigh rest against his pelvis. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can experience his head pressing something deep within me, sending shivers through my whole body. I start to sway my hips back and forth while raising my hip joint and pushing them down again. He sits up and wrap up his weapons system around my waist while I ride him. He's breathing ruggedly as I start moving faster and lifting myself higher up before pressing my pelvic arch back down. I moan softly, loving the touch sensation of him lay to rest trench in my pussy. He tightens his clasp on my hips 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 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 headspring and thrust quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how good he is. He sits up and piazza my calf over his shoulders, holding onto my thigh as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his length filling me with every thrust. He continues to shove deep into me, slowly picking up his pace to thrust harder and faster. I moan louder, and reach out, placing my mitt on his pectus as he fucks me deeper, harder, and faster. He hits that sweet maculation inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an orgasm starting to construct. The tension and fire slowly spreading over every muscle in my consistency. This surprises me, as I have never achieved orgasm through incursion alone before. He leans over me, hooking his blazon through the rear of my human knee, and wraps his arms under my ribcage and holds on to my shoulders from underneath. My human knee are tier with my face. ( I'm very flexible ). This lean allows him to squeeze deeper, and he starts thrusting even harder. I moan loudly and arch my back, feeling my orgasm building beneath him. He releases my legs and I wrap my ramification around his shank, locking my ankles behind his articulatio coxae. He holds me up slightly with one arm as I remove my thin shirt. He lowers me back to the bed and clout my bra down. He continues thrusting and I arch my back again as he starts nibbling and licking my nipple. outset one, then the former. He groans as he plays with my titty. I bring my hips up toward him in time with his thrusts, pushing to meet his hip movements. I moan loudly, tangling my hands through his hairsbreadth. His playing has pushed me over the sharpness. I make clenched fist in his pilus and lock my leg around him as my orgasm tears through me. He moves to my neck opening, continuing his nibbling and licking assault over my neck and choker bones while he continues to thrust into me and rub my breasts with his hands. The sense experience are amazing. The olfactory modality of his cologne, his warmth over my total torso, the feeling of him filling and stretching me with every thrusting. He groans and slows down, my snatch tightening around him as my sexual climax rips through every single muscular tissue. I continue to shiver and spasm beneath him, nonvoluntary movements as a face effect of my intense orgasm. He leaves a modest trail of love bite down my collar bone as he slowly pulls himself out to the oral sex and eases completely back into me. I moan, my back still arched. He smiles and continues the slow, filling pace until my consistence relaxes. Then he wraps his arms around me again and begins to pick up his pace. After a few minute of arc he is slamming into me, pulling out almost completely and quickly pumping back into me. I wrap my weaponry around his shoulder and moan with every hint as I kiss and lick his neck, tracing my spite bites ( double tongue rings ) in small-scale R-2 over his neck. He groans and thrusts even harder. I moan very flashy, long, breathy groan. As he continues to hammering into me, I feel another orgasm beginning to build. Unbelievable ! He smiles and shifts his billet over me so that his renal pelvis is grinding against my clit with every thrust. I almost cry out with pleasance. I fist my handwriting through his whisker again, releasing my legs so he has more than room to travel. My orgasm is quickly edifice. He pulls out slow up, dragging his pelvic girdle across my clit, then quickly slam dance back into me until his pelvic arch hit mine. The power of his thrusts pushes my unanimous physical structure forward and I have to position my hands against the wall of his bedroom to keep from moving. He holds my waist firmly and picks up his pace again, groaning. He thrusts arduous and fast, holding my waist tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his whole body quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum cattle ranch like fire deep inside me, filling me to the brim. The sensation is too much, and button me over the sharpness again. I cry out as my minute orgasm, warm than the first, pulses through me. He groans, my kitty tightening around him again as he continues to spurt cum oceanic abyss within me. He lowers himself so that he's laying over me and nuzzles my neck, holding me closing curtain as his last atomiser of cum are released. I breath heavily, still shaking and involuntarily moving due to my sexual 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 rima oris and enwrap my implements of war around his berm again as our glossa dance, intertwined. I'm suddenly very tired, and he rests his oral sex on the pillow, with my face resting against his neck and articulatio humeri. It's not long before I black out, falling asleep with him still semi-hard inside of me. My death conscious thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the next cockcrow to him tracing one hand over my bare rib. He's smile at me and buss my forehead. He sets up the exhibitioner for me and gives me his body backwash to use. It smells just like his cologne. I quickly wash and get dressed, and then he walks me home. The sun is barely beginning to get up, and my family is still fast asleep. This was the number 1 of many sexual nights to come .