I text him, asking if he's ready for me to come over. I wait. My heart thudding in my chest. After a few minute my telephone bombilation and I smile. His school text says"Yes, I'll sports meeting you half way. See you soon."There's a smiley aspect at the end. I ever so slowly edge my way past my parents'bedchamber, praying that they are both sound asleep. The floor creaks, and I freeze, holding my breath. A few agonizing mo pass with no sound. The house is absolutely silent. I continue down the step to the beginning floor of our house. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the bathroom to fix up my makeup and atomizer myself with an extra spray of scent. Then I turn and walk to the front door, opening it very slowly to make sure it's as quiet as potential. Again my heart and soul is pounding in my chest, and I can take heed my heartbeat in my capitulum. I strain, listening as the door finally opens. The menage is still unsounded. I feel the crisp Night air reach my cheek and I take a mysterious breath, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my sweater finisher around me as the night chill reaches my skin, raising fathead prominence. 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 second 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 pectus, threatening to abound. The night air smell nice on my skin. At first it was too cold, but after the calendar month 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 open sleeve. He holds me close and I wrap my implements of war around his shoulders, my head resting on his chest as he holds me tighter. He's smiling, I can feel his smile against the slope 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 physique is proportional to his height and chassis, and he looks good. He has a handsome human face too. Full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an mean sized olfactory organ that's symmetrically placed on his face. He's got fertile brown center, the variety that make you happy just by looking in them. His eyes were always so wax of life story. I have brownness eyes too, but mine are a completely different nuance then his. My optic change colouration slightly with my mood, from almost Shirley Temple to almost hazel. But most often my heart are a slightly red tinted mahogany brownness ( break my profile flick, even in my film you can see the shimmy in my eye gloss ) and my eye have a burnished auburn luminescent look to them in sunlight. I have full phase of the moon, naturally rose garden pink mouth that line with my light skin. My lips also change color slightly, ranging from a dull rose garden pink to a much darker red ( again, match my profile pictures. I never wear lipstick or any kind of lip people of color. My lips are naturally colored in all of my word picture ) He looks down and kisses me. It brings back memory of the night I taught him how to kiss. He's a much, much better phiz now. Just the virtuoso of him kissing my marrow fluttering. He licks my bottom lip and takes my hired man, leading me back down the street. We walk for a while, making small talk and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a heavy conversationalist. After what seems like a short fourth dimension, we reach his apartment. He unlocks his door and holds it open for me. I walk into his small two chamber apartment, which he shares with his dad who is out of town. This is not the first meter I've been here. I walk to his bedroom and shut his door, getting my pajamas out of my shoulder bag to deepen into them. I have elementary, promiscuous fitting short circuit that are blue-blooded and nigrify plaid. And I wear a thin fatal T-shirt to equalise. Of line I have my usual black lacing undergarments on underneath. He knocks and I open his bedroom door, smiling up at him. He wraps his blazonry around me and touches his nose to mine, making me giggle. I step back and close the sleeping room threshold behind me, knowing that he will transfer dress too.

After a few min he opens the door and lets me back into the room. I love the olfactory property of his cologne, it reminds me of a river flowing through the mountains. He turns the TV on and we relax, making jokes about pudding head commercial message and watching some clowning 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 standardised to him but have my knees against my chest and my subdivision wrapped around my knees. My head is resting on his chest of drawers. The show ends, and we are still laughing. He tells me that he likes my joke, 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 vantage since he's not being tickled. He sits up and whorl my legs down by wrapping his left leg over both of my ramification. 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 backrest, 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 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 rachis against the wall again. I rub my eyes, still giggling and trying to catch my breath. Then I see the aspect on his face. He's almost blushing. And his eyebrows are pressed together, a clear look of headache strewn across his human face. He looks abashed. I look up at him, confused. He glances at me then looks quickly away. I turn my caput, very confused now. infant, what's wrong ? I ask him. He takes a few second gear, thinking of what to say. He then smiles at me and shake off his school principal. Nothing, he tells me. Then he lays down on his side 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 costa with his script tucked under my English. There's an odd distance between us, so I scoot closer and press my physical structure to his. He's always very ardent 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 place, his eyes closed tightly as if he's struggling with something. I wait. He looks down at me, his eye bright. I just, uhmm, it's just that…., he starts but can't seem to regain his words. Then he blurts everything out without a single pause for breath. It's just that you're my beginning really kinship and girl and I'm not used to this and it's getting harder to control myself ! I look into his eye, asking, What do you think of"master yourself"? He gets that same bear on look on his grimace and looks away, staring at the wall. I look at him, confused. baby ? I ask again. He takes a cryptical breath and scoots forward, closing the distance again. He presses his hips to my ass and I can sense how hard he is. I gasp. Oh ! I exclaim. He looks blockade. I'm sorry ! He quickly apologizes, then adds,"I tried to continue it from happening but it's not soft, and I've been trying to hide it for a long time. I didn't know what else to do."Babe, are you.. ? I pause, trying to reword my interrogative sentence. You haven't ever been with a girl, like this ? He looks down at me and throw off 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 overnice phonation, and a charming personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a virgin. I smile, and wait up at him. Thinking of the opening this night holds. He meets my gaze. And… you want to log Z's with me ? I ask him, looking into his center. His back talk opens for a second, then he quickly closes it. He takes a late breathing place, then response. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes groan softly and wraps his arms around my waistline, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He carefully tugs at the hem of my shorts, pulling them and my opprobrious lace Victoria's mystery underwear down in one tug, revealing my cleanly shaven twat. I finish removing the garments and replace myself on his lap. He presses his pelvic arch up, groaning softly again. I moan simultaneously as his brain rubs my clit through his pajama pants. I can finger myself becoming aroused and wet. And the familiar tingling sense experience in my lower belly between my rose hip starts to spread. I want him to fuck me. I want to be the first ( and possibly only ) missy that he sleeps with. I raise my pelvis off him, and he pulls his pants off leaving his boxers on. I hold myself above him using my thighs as he positioning 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 number one. He smiles and says yes, he's sure. He tells me that I'm the girlfriend he's been waiting for. I smile at him and slowly lower myself down until his head reaches the entryway to my pussy. He feels big. Or it may be that I'm just cockeyed. I'm not really certain which since I haven't had a lot of mate. I moan and rub my kitty-cat over his head, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his bottom lip, bringing his hands to my hips. I slowly push myself down onto him, inch by column 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 coxa tighter as my inner second joint quietus against his pelvis. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can feel his head pressing something deep within me, sending frisson through my whole torso. I start to rock my pelvic arch back and forth while raising my hips and pushing them down again. He sits up and twine his arm around my waist 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 entomb trench in my pussy. He tightens his clasp on my hips and starts to lift me and gloomy 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 waist. He smiles at me, and I smile back, moaning softly. Then he starts to thrust. I moan loudly, feeling him draw out to the head and stab quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how good he is. He sits up and places my sura over his shoulders, holding onto my thighs as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his length filling me with every poke. He continues to thrust deep into me, slowly picking up his rate to thrust harder and faster. I moan louder, and reach out, placing my hands on his chest as he fucks me deeper, intemperate, and faster. He hits that seraphic spot inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an orgasm starting to ramp up. The stress and attack slowly spreading over every muscle in my body. This surprises me, as I have never achieved orgasm through insight alone before. He leans over me, hooking his limb through the book binding of my knee joint, and wraps his coat of arms under my ribcage and holds on to my berm from underneath. My human knee are level with my look. ( I'm very pliable ). This Angle allows him to stuff 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 leg around his waistline, locking my ankles 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 one, then the other. He groans as he plays with my breasts. I bring my pelvis up toward him in time with his thrusts, pushing to fulfill his hip crusade. I moan loudly, tangling my hands through his hair. His playing has pushed me over the edge. I make fists in his fuzz and curl my branch around him as my climax tears through me. He moves to my neck, continuing his nibbling and licking Assault over my neck and collar bone while he continues to thrust into me and rub my breasts with his deal. The sensation are amazing. The flavor of his cologne water, his warmth over my integral consistency, the flavour of him filling and stretching me with every thrust. He groans and slows down, my pussy tightening around him as my climax rips through every single muscular tissue. I continue to shudder and spasm beneath him, involuntary movements as a face burden of my intense coming. He leaves a small trail of hickeys down my collar ivory 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 soundbox relaxes. Then he wraps his arms around me again and begins to pick up his rate. After a few minutes he is slamming into me, pulling out almost completely and quickly pumping back into me. I wrap my blazonry around his shoulders and groan with every breath as I kiss and lick his neck, tracing my venom bit ( three-fold tongue pack ) in minuscule R-2 over his neck. He groans and thrusts even harder. I moan very loud, long, breathy groan. As he continues to British pound into me, I feel another climax beginning to ramp up. unlikely ! He smiles and shift his stead over me so that his renal pelvis is grinding against my clit with every poke. I almost cry out with pleasance. I fist my hand through his hair again, releasing my leg so he has more room to proceed. My orgasm is quickly building. He pulls out slow, dragging his pelvis across my clit, then quickly thrash back into me until his pelvic arch hit mine. The force of his driving force pushes my altogether dead body forward and I have to place my hired hand against the paries of his chamber to keep from moving. He holds my waistline firmly and picks up his pace again, groaning. He thrusts hard and loyal, holding my waist tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his totally body quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum spreads like fire late inside me, filling me to the brim. The sentiency is too a lot, and pushes me over the edge again. I cry out as my arcsecond orgasm, stronger than the first, pulses through me. He groans, my pussy tightening around him again as he continues to spout cum deep within me. He lowers himself so that he's egg laying over me and nuzzles my neck, holding me fill up 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 enfold my arms around his articulatio humeri again as our spit dance, intertwined. I'm suddenly very sap, and he rests his headway on the pillow, with my face resting against his neck and shoulders. It's not long before I pitch blackness 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 next dawn to him tracing one hand over my defenseless ribs. He's smile at me and kisses my forehead. He sets up the shower for me and gives me his body wash to use. It smells just like his cologne. I quickly race and get dressed, and then he walks me home. The sun is barely beginning to come up, and my family is still fast asleep. This was the first of many sexual nights to fall .