Rob could n't think his luck, or that such a proffer was honest. A beautiful charwoman asking HIM for HIS issue ? At 26, he was your average guy. 5'11, 190lbs, short John Brown hair, Pomaderris apetala optic, with an modal form, and an mean 6 '' cock. At first, he could n't help feeling there was a catch or that it was a harlequinade ... that this 22 year old, 5'9 '' tall, 115lb athletic Latina college soph with shoulder length raven colored hair, green eyes, 32b knocker, and round Latina ass that made most men hold back and stare would hold him the fourth dimension of day, nevertheless be matter to in HIM or ask him out ; but she did.

It was the reckless days of Myspace, where creating your Myspace page with music ( that almost people muted anyway ), motion picture, and graphics that made most of the Sir Frederick Handley Page and content take forever to actually charge due to their sheer majority and mass of content. The time where making somebody 's `` Top 8 '' was a huge sight socially, and where on that 8 you were positioned could represent a new friendship, or budding romance to who was on the doodly-squat tilt or on their way out of the supporter group/relationship. A time before texting, tv camera phones, and apps ... where the preferred means of sociable networking and chat was through AIM ( AOL Instant messenger ).

They met at employment, where she was an intern. It was a Friday night in too soon September, where Natalie asked for Rob 's AIM screenname so they could talk over the weekend, and maybe get together and see a moving-picture show and catch dinner. Saturday Nox coil around and Natalie messages Rob, and they talk for hour ; everything from the likes of to dislikes and they make design to eat at Cheesecake factory and see Little Miss cheerfulness, with the debate being on which to do first ; Rob suggest they see the motion-picture show first and then eat, so they could discuss the motion-picture show during dinner party. perfective tense.

Two week go by and they become inseparable. They hang out almost every Night after work, and they officially start dating. They moved each former in from the archives of the rough-cut Myspace friend, to the most prestigious sport of each former 's top stain on the Top 8. After two workweek of hand keeping, snuggling on the couch, and warm pecks on the nerve, they decide to get hold of reward of the sunny Southern weather and plan a day at the beach. Rob came to pick Natalie up at her off campus apartment and could n't consider his eyes when he saw her soundbox in her storage tank top and Soffe boxershorts ( girls wore them with the waistcloth slightly rolled down back then ), with her sunglass on and towel in hand.

At the beach, Natalie takes off her armoured combat vehicle top and shorts, and reveals her black Bikini. Rob has to do all he can to conceal his growing hardon in his boardshorts and he suggests they go in the piddle. After getting in up to their shoulders, they play, splash, and vamper. Natalie swims over to him and blow up near his waistline and wraps her legs around him, pulling him close to her. They kiss and she slowly starts to grind against him. He has his leave behind deal against the lowly of her back and caressed up her long slender leg with his right. Their embrace is quickly jarred, when a wafture came and crashed into them. They laughed that their blissfully incognizant res publica has left them spread out to be assaulted by the incoming Atlantic sea and decided to get out for a bit and snap up a few beers from on of the pantheon of office along A1A. A while later, they decided they were buzzed enough and decided to head back dwelling. Instead of dropping her off, Natalie suggested that Rob come inside her apartment and they order pizza and observe a picture. Rob naturally agrees, and the night progresses. They rented `` V for vendetta '' from Blockbuster, and Natalie kept looking at Rob during the moving-picture show so often that he told her if she did it again, he was going to buss her. She did it again. And again ... .and before he they knew it ... they were making out on her couch. Her hair's-breadth tied back in a ponytail, he saw this as an opportunity to kiss her neck. She began to breathe heavily and bray into him. He began to force her rightfulness breast as he kissed her deep and she returned his kiss with a dampen moan. She began to rub the hardon in his shorts, and he reached into the waistband of her shorts, using his middle digit to poke into for her slit and scuttle. He was delighted to sense that she had a G-string on, brushed his finger against her nub and her pant while she tongued his mouth was all the signal he needed to proceed. After fingering her inside her shorts and panties for a few minutes, Natalie broke the kiss with a smile and said, `` Come on '' as she stood up and took him by the hand into her bedroom. Once in her room, she took off her top and bra, and slid down her boxers and thong to reveal her astonishing young and tight torso. Rob followed causa and he was entranced by her nearly hairless pussy ; a little set down strip to guide him to nirvana.

Natalie climbed onto the bed, laid on her back and bed covering her stage. Rob got on the bed future to her and kissed her again. He kissed her as he worked a finger's breadth inside of her, marveling at how truly small and fast her pussy was. He knew she has been with three other guy cable before and was no stranger to sex, but fuck ... he still could n't think how small and tight she was. Rob then moved down to the end of the bed and positioned his head between her legs and began to slowly lick her plica and clit as she bucked her hips against him, aegir to cum. Rob knew that her go boyfriend ( who was a devout Muslim ) would not and did not get sex with her, not weigh how hard she tried or pleaded with him to. She told him about how the farthest she could get was for them to get au naturel, him to wear a condom and her to slide her prick along his tool. This conversation came up when the box of Large trojan rubber was discovered on a ledge in her Charles Francis Hall W.C. when she asked him to get a towel. She remarked about how her finale boyfriend was about 9 '' long, but would n't hold sex with her because of his organized religion and fear of his mother ever finding out. Rob was convinced this is why she was she was so aroused that night ... she could finally have got a release after months of being subjected to protected dry humping.

Thinking about this, he sat up and just looked at her now soaking wet and engorged pussy lips and clit. Natalie took this as her cue to lean down and take him in her backtalk. She sucked him with a certain naivety and rustiness, but it still felt good enough. After a min or so, they both knew what they wanted. Natalie laid back down on her vertebral column and spread her legs. She smirked and wryly asked, `` You 're plum rightfield ... ? '' Rob chuckled, and said, `` Yeah of course, are you ? '' to which her affirmed and he got on top of her and rubbed the capitulum of his tool against her scuttle. Rob, being an average 6 '' was thicker than most, especially at the head and it took a few bucks and oestrus by the two of them to achieve penetration ... no thanks to her not having sex for 6-8 month. Once inside they began to fuck, like two lapin trying to save up their mintage. Thinking back to their AIM conversations, Rob knew what her routine ons and turn offs were, and she admitted that her biggest spell on was a creampie juju. ineffectual to rock the thought of being able to cum inside this beautiful specimen and not have her really turn her on was nearly overwhelming. Rob began to feel the thrill in his clod as he was on top of her and said, I 'm gon na cum ... .where do you need me to ... '' to which Natalie simply replied `` Inside. '' Rob then looked deep into her hypnotizing emerald optic and labor deep into her as he felt the spurts shoot out his cock and pulse deep inside her uterus. He felt her pussy clasp on to his hammer and milk it. They collapsed in a sweaty agglomerate and embraced each former. Looking on the floor, at the bottom drawer of her nightstand, Rob saw a homemade pipe/bong made from aluminum transparency and an vacuous paper towel roll. Laughing, he asked, `` The ass were you cooking in THAT ? '' Natalie laughed and confessed she made it to smoke some weed she had gotten from a champion a few weeks back. Rob told her next meter, he would bring over a rattling pipe. From there they would spend the new few months living, hanging out, smoking pot, and fucking cumming in her everyday ... .until one day when things started to become strange, and more than awkward. When things she previously found uninteresting ( like baseball ... her dad actually played Major conference Baseball and she could n't give a fuck about the plot ) suddenly became matter of conversation.

Then things in the bedroom began to vary as well ...