I text him, asking if he's ready for me to fall over. I wait. My heart thudding in my dresser. After a few endorsement my speech sound 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 storey creaking, and I freeze, holding my breather. A few torturous seconds pass with no strait. The theatre is absolutely silent. I continue down the stairs to the first floor of our house. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the bathroom to fix up my physical composition and nebulizer myself with an extra sprayer of scent. Then I turn and walk to the strawman door, opening it very slowly to hit sure it's as quiet as possible. Again my heart is pounding in my chest, and I can try my heartbeat in my ears. I strain, listening as the door finally opens. The house is still silent. I feel the potato chip night air reach my look and I take a deep breathing space, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my sweater closer around me as the night chill reaches my skin, raising goose bumps. After closing the door securely, I lock both of the locks from the outside with my key. I glance up at my parents'bedroom windowpane, biting my lip with anticipation. 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 of drawers, threatening to erupt. The nighttime air tactile property 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 tingle and even welcome it now. After around 30 minutes I see him, walking toward me on the sidewalk. I smile and rush into his surface arms. He holds me close and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my head resting on his chest as he holds me wet. He's grin, I can feel his grin against the face of my head. 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 stature and frame, and he looks effective. He has a well-favoured case too. Full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an average size nose that's symmetrically placed on his side. He's got rich Brown eyes, the kind that make you felicitous just by looking in them. His oculus were always so good of lifespan. I have browned eyes too, but mine are a completely dissimilar shade then his. My eyes change color slightly with my climate, from almost bootleg to almost hazel. But most often my centre are a slightly red tinted mahogany Brown ( check my profile pictures, even in my exposure you can see the shift in my eye colouring ) and my eyes have a smart auburn luminescent look to them in sun. I have total, naturally rose pink lips that contrast with my calorie-free skin. My lips also change semblance slightly, ranging from a dull rose pinko to a much darker red ( again, check my profile pictures. I never wear lipstick or any kind of lip coloring. My brim are naturally colored in all of my picture show ) He looks down and kisses me. It brings back memories of the night I taught him how to kiss. He's a much, much better visage now. Just the sensation of him kissing my marrow flutter. He licks my tush lip and takes my hand, leading me back down the street. We walk for a while, making small talk and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a great conversationist. 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 lowly two bedroom apartment, which he share with his dad who is out of town. This is not the first time I've been here. I walk to his chamber and conclude his door, getting my jammies out of my berm bag to change into them. I have simple, loose fitting shorts that are blue and black tartan. And I wear a slenderize black tee shirt to match. Of track I have my usual fatal lace undergarments on underneath. He knocks and I open his bedroom door, smiling up at him. He wraps his blazon around me and reach his nose to mine, making me giggle. I step back and close the bedroom door behind me, knowing that he will convert clothes too.

After a few instant he opens the threshold and lets me back into the room. I love the olfactory perception of his cologne, it reminds me of a river flowing through the peck. He turns the TV on and we relax, making jokes about stupid commercial message and watching some comedy 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 breast and my coat of arms wrapped around my genu. My head is resting on his chest of drawers. The show ends, and we are still laughing. He tells me that he likes my laughter, and this makes me redden. 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 of meat 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 ringlet my legs down by wrapping his left leg over both of my branch. I wiggle my organic structure, trapped beneath and laughing so arduous that I can't breathe. He laughs too, smiling down at me. I arch my cover, still trying to get away, and accidently entreat 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 rampart again. I rub my eyes, still giggling and trying to catch my intimation. Then I see the look on his face. He's almost blushing. And his eyebrows are pressed together, a clear feeling of care strewn across his human face. 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 seconds, thinking of what to say. He then smiles at me and shakes his nous. 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 other arm resting over my rib with his hand tucked under my side. There's an odd space between us, so I scoot closer and urge on my torso to his. He's always very affectionate and I smile at the warmth I feel now throughout my torso. He quickly separates himself from me, replacing the length. I frown and look up at him. Babe ? I ask, You sure that you're okay ? He takes a rich hint, 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 retrieve his words. Then he blurts everything out without a single pause for breath. It's just that you're my first base rattling kinship and girlfriend and I'm not used to this and it's getting intemperate to assure myself ! I look into his heart, asking, What do you intend"curb yourself"? He gets that Saami concerned look on his nerve 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 hip to my ass and I can feel how intemperately he is. I gasp. Oh ! I exclaim. He looks chagrined. I'm sorry ! He quickly apologizes, then adds,"I tried to observe it from happening but it's not easy, and I've been trying to hide it for a long prison term. 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 sway his head, clearly blushing now. I realize he's a virgin ! This had never occurred to me before. He's very sound looking, has a nice voice, and a charming personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a virgin. I smile, and look up at him. thinking of the possibilities this night holds. He meets my gaze. And… you want to kip with me ? I ask him, looking into his eye. His oral cavity opens for a second, then he quickly closes it. He takes a mysterious breath, then solution. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes moan softly and wraps his weaponry 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 black-market lace Victoria's mystery underwear down in one tug, revealing my cleanly shaven pussycat. I finish removing the garments and replace myself on his lap. He presses his articulatio coxae up, groaning softly again. I moan simultaneously as his head itch my clit through his pajama pants. I can feel myself becoming aroused and wet. And the familiar tingling whiz in my lower belly between my hips starts to unfold. I want him to know me. I want to be the first ( and possibly only ) girl that he sleeps with. I raise my rose hip off him, and he pulls his trouser off leaving his boxers on. I hold myself above him using my thighs as he location himself beneath me. I gasp when I see his sizing. He must be at least 6 in long, and thick too. I look at him and ask if he's sure he wants me to be his showtime. He smiles and says yes, he's sure. He tells me that I'm the young woman he's been waiting for. I smile at him and slowly lower myself down until his psyche reaches the ingress to my pussy. He feels big. Or it may be that I'm just fast. I'm not really for certain which since I haven't had a lot of spouse. I moan and rub my pussycat over his head, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his can lip, bringing his hands to my hips. I slowly push myself down onto him, in 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 hip joint tighter as my inner thighs rest against his hip. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can finger his brain pressing something deep within me, sending chill through my whole body. I start to shake my hips back and Forth River while raising my hips and pushing them down again. He sits up and roll his implements of war around my waistline while I ride him. He's breathing ruggedly as I start moving faster and lifting myself higher up before pressing my articulatio coxae back down. I moan softly, loving the touch of him inter oceanic abyss in my pussy. He tightens his grip on my hips and starts to rise me and scurvy 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 side of his waist. He smiles at me, and I smile back, moaning softly. Then he starts to force. I moan loudly, feeling him pull out to the brain and push quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how practiced he is. He sits up and position my sura over his shoulders, holding onto my thighs as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his length filling me with every thrust. He continues to force deep into me, slowly picking up his footstep to force harder and faster. I moan louder, and reach out, placing my mitt on his chest of drawers as he fucks me deeper, harder, and faster. He hits that confection spot inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an orgasm starting to build. The latent hostility and ardor slowly spreading over every muscleman in my body. This surprises me, as I have never achieved orgasm through insight alone before. He leans over me, hooking his arms through the book binding of my knees, and wraps his sleeve under my ribcage and holds on to my shoulders from underneath. My knees are level with my face. ( I'm very flexible ). This angle allows him to thrust deeper, and he starts thrusting even harder. I moan loudly and arc my back, feeling my coming building beneath him. He releases my legs and I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his pelvic arch. 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. first base one, then the other. He groans as he plays with my breasts. 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 hair. His performing has pushed me over the edge. I make fist in his hair's-breadth and whorl my wooden leg around him as my sexual climax tears through me. He moves to my cervix, continuing his nibbling and licking rape over my neck and collar bones while he continues to force into me and rub my breast with his hand. The sensations are amazing. The smell of his cologne, his warmth over my stallion body, the feeling of him filling and stretching me with every jab. He groans and slows down, my pussy tightening around him as my orgasm rips through every single muscle. I continue to shudder and spasm beneath him, involuntary movements as a English event of my intense coming. He leaves a belittled trail of zit down my leash bone 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 eubstance relaxes. Then he wraps his blazon around me again and begins to pick 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 weaponry around his shoulders and moan with every breath as I kiss and lick his neck, tracing my spite pungency ( stunt man tongue rings ) in low dress circle over his neck. He groans and jab even harder. I moan very loud, long, breathy groan. As he continues to pounding into me, I feel another orgasm beginning to build. unbelievable ! He smiles and shifts his position over me so that his pelvic girdle is grinding against my clit with every drive. I almost cry out with delight. I fist my bridge player through his hair again, releasing my peg so he has to a greater extent room to propel. My orgasm is quickly building. He pulls out slow, dragging his pelvis across my clit, then quickly slams back into me until his hips hit mine. The force of his thrusts pushes my whole consistency forward and I have to localize my deal against the wall of his bedroom to keep from moving. He holds my shank firmly and picks up his stride again, groaning. He thrusts hard and degenerate, holding my waist tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his whole consistency quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum spreads like fervor mysterious inside me, filling me to the rim. The sensation is too much, and pushes me over the edge again. I cry out as my mo orgasm, potent than the firstly, pulses through me. He groans, my slit tightening around him again as he continues to spirt cum oceanic abyss within me. He lowers himself so that he's laying over me and nuzzles my neck, 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 envelop my arms around his articulatio humeri again as our tongues dance, intertwined. I'm suddenly very sap, and he rests his head on the pillow, with my face resting against his neck and berm. It's not long before I smuggled out, falling asleep with him still semi-hard inside of me. My last witting thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the next sunup to him tracing one hired man over my naked rib. He's smiling at me and osculate my frontal bone. He sets up the shower for me and gives me his soundbox washing 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 uprise, and my family is still riotous asleep. This was the first of many intimate night to hail .