They have known one another for their integral animation. They have shared secret and kept secret from each early. They had fought countless sentence followed by countless truces and apologies.

They shared a lot, except for each other.

Each has had and are having sex with others. With teen hormone raging through their bodies it drove a need that required only little justification. They had opportunity with each other over the years but each knew it would deflower things between them.

That alone has been the one factor that managed their enticement, until now.

They never shared much entropy or details about their private sexual encounters. Sex was being had but to talk about it amongst themselves had seemed crass, until now.

matter do change when you turn 18, it changes somewhat in the mind almost of all. Its a pivotal time, a milestone. Just the esoteric value alone of being 18 is a game auto-changer.

You aren't a kid anymore you are an adult and are expected to act like one. You can make decision that have far reaching significance, and you own those decisions.

Not like you one doesn't have ownership of their determination the day before.

With some of that protective covering now gone you either become scared and crouch in the phantasma or go sheer and assertive.

Many are ready to tackle the world, do thing, do things that matter and do what you want, what you have always wanted to do.

They turned 18 on the same day. There was the usual plug and oral communication given the particular social function.

He had to register for the potation while she didn't. She talked about college while he didn't.

Each of them harbored something within them that they would ultimately ploughshare with each other.

Being considered adults now they felt empowered, just by their age alone, that perhaps they could talk of intimate issuance ... ... .... and so it was one detail evening.

Being finish has they have been as tike they felt they can raise the stakes and talk about a subject never broached.

Chris felt inside that he was a man now and wanted to do"man"thing.

Kristen had always felt like a woman from the meter she was 13, when birth ascendancy began. She was never shy nor was she brash or bitchy rather she was somewhere in the middle.

It was about two hebdomad after their birthday. The big outcome was over and being 18 had settled in for everyone involved.

They were always at one house or another and on this social occasion, as it was on many others, they were alone.

It had always been that way as there was never a business organisation about such them being together and alone.

The Segway Human Transporter was his current girlfriend, Kristen knew the girl,

"Shes a lady of pleasure ”, she exclaimed.

Chris rolled his eye and looked at Kristen,

"Well DUH ”, he replied sarcastically.

She looked at him with a mocking frown,

"Of course you know that, you pig ”, she said returning the sarcasm.

"Yeah well, Monica and I are done ”, he said.

Kristen knew him, probably better than anyone, and his deportment was clearly visible.

He wasn't crushed and/or left picking up the patch of his break dance heart. He was in it for the sex, the same as Monica was.

"Ahhh wretched baby, you look all torn up about it ”, she said mockingly.

He rolled his oculus in disheartenment,

"All right, all mightily thats enough ”, he replied with stag eating grin.

The kidding and ribbing was over now.

"Just be glad you didn't knock that bitch up ”, said Kristen.

He instantly shook his head,

"Wasn't gon na happen, with any of them ”, he replied.

"At least you have been saucy enough to use protection ”, she said.

There was silence between them and the look in his eye and him drawing in his lower lip was telling.

She stood up, stepped to him and with both hands pushed him back in his hind end,

"OH MY GOD CHRIS, ARE YOU AN IDIOT ”, she hollered.



He had taken her energy in a relaxed way. He continued to lay back in the chair in a limp mode while she

stood back and ranted.

He looked at her stoically while she continued her footling tirade

She finally sat down in a flustered manner and crossed her implements of war looking at him as if to convey"what do you give birth to say for yourself young man ”.

"So every guy you ever been with wore a rubber"?, he asked.

"WHAT ”, she responded with a deer in the headlight look.

Tensing his brawniness he pulled himself just in the chairwoman and looked her right in the eyes,

"You heard me ”, he said with a half smile.

Now her feel was telling and he couldn't assistance but to take advantage of this opportunity. He stood and looked down at her in mock discouragement,

"WHY KRISTEN, YOU whore, YOU LASCIVIOUS WHORE, HOW COULD YOU TAKE SUCH A hazard LIKE THAT"... ... ... ... and he continued with his own mocking tirade about the peril and"what ifs"of such demeanour.

She sat there with hybridise sleeve drawing her lips together. It was a desperate endeavor to keep from smiling but it was no good. Her cheeks raised despite her try and she finally busted out laughing.

This was entirely new primer coat for them. It was a field never ever before spoken about between them. Sex in generalization yes but as personal experiences, NO.

After their mutual laughing had diminished they could finally be a bit more good. They had their cover and Forth, logical thinking, justifications, etc, etc.

"Chris, Its different for me, I've been on birth control since I was 13"she explained.

He shrugged his shoulders to indicate"so what ”,

"Thats was every girl I've been with said too ”, he replied.

"Oh, and you trusted in that"?, she asked.

"well in fact NO, I didn't trustingness in that THANK YOU ! God knows I wanted to ”, he replied.

"still want to ”, he almost inaudibly whispered.

She looked at him with interrogation in her eyes,

"So basically you played Vatican Roulette"?, she asked.

Each knew the Urban Dictionary definition. It meant bringing yourself to the edge and then pulling out at the last bit.

"YES ”, he replied without any ignominy whatsoever.

"So you have never ... ... uhhhh, you know, uhhhh, well uhhhh, left it in"?, she asked.

It was unearthly that the actual words and nomenclature required had to be negated from their dialogue. It didn't make sensation.

"I never did cum in any of them. I DIDN'T TRUST THEM OKAY ! ”, he exclaimed with exasperation.

There was secrecy as each stood there looking at each other, him with a ardour and want his eye, her with sorrowfulness and on the edge of tears in her eyes.

He looked at her quizzically because of the moistness in her heart,

"Whats the matter"?, he asked.

She stood there staring ahead in incredulity and let out a short breath,

"they never trusted me ”, she whispered weakly.

It hit him just then why it never lasted with the girlfriend he was with and what the ending matter always was.

They ( missy ) longed to fully complete the act.

He was looking at the female child who wanted the same matter yet she to had never received it.

Each of them wanted it so bad, they wanted to get it on what it felt like, to have that moment, that closeness, that spirit level of trust and liaison, the ultimate freeing.

Until that moment he felt that he was the only guy in the Earth that didn't indulge, that didn't take that chance, that didn't throw all cautiousness to the wind and roll the dice for that 10 seconds of pure ecstasy.

Looking at her he knew how she felt, he knew how many of them had felt. It caused him some rue but in a dissimilar way.

Many had basically begged him to cum inside of them but he was always frightened.

He didn't want to bankrupt his biography or theirs despite the security they exclaimed.

He wanted to let it go inside so bad it almost drove him mad. He would go rest home afterwards and masturbate and imagine shooting his consignment in those girls.

The ending was always satisfactory, no pregnancy, in his little jack off fantasies.

Him pulling out always assured no maternity well,"almost assured"anyway.

There was always that luck of cum seeping out while they were fucking.

He refused to wear a condom. He tried it one once but to him it was like whats the point. He couldn't feel much at all rather it was merely the fact that he was getting some cunt, and was moving in and out.

He hated the virtuoso or lack thereof.

To him if it wasn't real, wasn't born, then he may as well jacklight off because he could feel that.

Of course resource played a HUGE part of it but still, if your gon na fuck then two people should screwing. He just couldn't bring himself to do the ultimate inside of them.

He was selfish in a way and he knew it. He got his nut but he always tried to lay down surely the girl got hers. He could and would eat cunt. Like any teenage male he could recover quickly and fuck again and again and cum each time.

They embraced wrapping arms tight around one another. She lay her heading on his berm,

"I want to know ”, she whispered.

"ME TOO ”, he replied.

They pulled back enough to look at one another,

"should we"?, she asked while looking him in the eye.

Each knew that if there was nobody else in the world they could swear one another.

"I TRUST YOU ”, he said looking her right in the eyes.

"I confidence YOU TO, More THAN ANYONE ”, she replied.

It was affirmed, they were going to perform the ultimate act, with each former, even as foreclose as it was.

They continued to stare at each former, searching one another's eyes for a hint of hesitancy or fear.

Each one was waiting for the other to take the lead story. He slightly moved back taking her with him. There was no reluctance and she readily moved with him down the hall towards her bedchamber.

They knew they would be alone for a few hours and even if they came home it was not an issue with them being in her sleeping accommodation.

When they entered her way he flicked the light replacement on. She proceeded in the door right behind him and switched it off then closed the doorway.

She walked past him and sat on the sharpness of her bed. He moved and sat succeeding to her. They couldn't really see one another but it was still an ungainly moment.

Neither knew if they should kiss or even say anything. Making the first relocation she pulled her shirt over her head. Hearing it and sensing the campaign, rather than than seeing it, he began to slay his clothes.

He reached out and touched her bare skin. She pulled in a breath of flighty excitement. It was unmanageable to determine which one was more amorous.

They leaned against each other, the feeling of their pelt merging wasn't as awkward as anticipated.

He didn't realize she had slipped her bra off once removing her shirt.

Her breasts gently rubbed against his dresser.

He leaned more against her while orienting his body up and over her as he continued pushing her rachis onto the bed. He didn't have to"push"her down rather she readily complied.

She lay with her legs straight out which was purposeful.

Just when she wondered if he would get the clue she was gratified when she felt his hands grab the reduce waistband of her panty.

He began to draw out them down and she raised her butt on up to help him facilitate the removal.

She reached out and latched on to the front if his waistband and pulled at them. Given her position she could commit them down but her indication was clear.

He removed his own underwear then again kneeled in front of her. Reaching out she found his his swollen tool sticking straight out.

Wrapping her manus around it she judged the size.

Seeing is believing but it was benighted but how it filled her manus let her know what she was in for.

As she fondled him him he reached down and ran a finger into her slit.

There was an ever so rebuff smacking crackle of cream that she excreted which parted her snatch brim.

running game two finger's breadth up and down her puss he made sure the entire area was well lubed.

He withdrew his digit from her and she let go of his turncock. He rubbed his wet fingers over the fountainhead of his cock.

Leaning over her and placing one script on the bed above her shoulder he used the other hand to guide his puppet to her waiting twat.

She readily parted her legs even more to admit him.

He moved forward and oriented his pelvic arch into locating which enabled him to contact her outer labia with the very tip of his cock head.

Wiggling his dick he inserted his tip into her slit and pushed to firmly implant his brain well into her slot.

He know moved his other and placing it above her other shoulder to continue his weight off of her.

She placed the palms if her hands on his sides, wrapping her fingers over the curve to his rachis.

He pushed forward penetrating her while easing his torso down onto her.

She grunted as he thrust his manhood further inside of her.

He breathed out a gratifying moan as she constricted her ring of vaginal muscles to coerce his putz.

He leaned more onto her while she moved her script to his upper back pulling him unaired to her.

He heaved forward, burying himself completely inside of her. She pulled her legs back and open foster, inviting him to tint her deep nether area.

Such began the sluggish deep penetrating, methodical and mutually passionate devising of honey.

The design was known from the start, he was going to cum inside of her and she wanted to get it.

They had confidence, they had history, they had a fussy love and affaire that many didn't posse comitatus or even knew existed.

They had a lot together, just not warmth, not this type of strong-arm contact, not this level of loving trust, not with anyone let alone each other.

This act was meant to cement their bond, to be each others"outset"and to collapse them a thrilling secret that only they know.

They knew it in their hearts and this unavowed"badness"at unspoiled and"forbidden"activity at mop up only drove their passions.

This is simply the way it was and maybe even the way it should be.

She had already let go of any inhibition from the offset as his dick continued to force in and out of her, she only wanted what he wanted.

Feeling the cushy yet firm gripping of her inside flexure he wanted nothing but to fulfill her with seed.

While he made passionate lovemaking to her she couldn't stop the flow of fluids drenching his pistonning cock.

As he pumped in and out of her he was coached on by the next wave of jizz that gushed from deep interior of her.

Her excitement was his and his was hers. Building to his release he only wanted to obligate off. He so enjoyed the feel of her more than he has with any girl but his his dick was betraying him.

At the same metre he also wanted to release inside of her. It would be his very first prison term and it made for quite an internal battle. He wasn't poor fish, he knew which one would win.

She lay back pulling him closer to her while he thrusted deep into her. She never wanted it to end yet she wanted the ultimate, she wanted him to cum inside of her.

To experience that she was wanted, needed and desired badly enough that he would bring out his core inside of her. This is what drove her love.

Holding off as long as he could he pumped in and out with long cryptic yet passionate strokes. With pressure building he breathed heavily.

Their heads were beside each others, each unity lips were at the others ear.

She knew the phone and for encouragement she moved her back talk closer to his ear.

She let out halting breathes across his ear. This caused him to pluck up his pace making him kick downstairs against her pubic bone on his downstrokes.

She tightened the embrace she had on his back. He had his forearms on the bed beside her and moved his cubitus in tighter towards her.

He was at the stop of no yield now, he slipped into what seemed like full out assault modality. Instincts completely took over now, something that had never happened to him before.

With the wide intent of staying inside he pounded her into her and panted faster and faster until ... ... ..

He let out a long foresightful relieving breathing time.

This was the moment each wanted. She felt his peter pulsing inside of her and he pumped his cream deep into her.

She released the tension in her vaginal muscles and enjoyed the look of being trusted, of providing assuagement, of being inseminated.

Once cum was ejected from his tool the sculptural relief radiated throughout his total body.

He constricted his cock muscles never wanting the flow to stop. He knew for absolute certain he never ever ejaculated such an amount prior to this.

Remaining interior of her he tried to keep his weight off of her but all his other sinew went rickety. His soundbox shook from the intensity of his release. Not wanting to draw back he remained inside while struggling fo defy up his body.

Once he regained a modicum of composure he finally and reluctantly pulled out.

There was an overpower desire that he never had before. He wanted to kiss her and buss her deeply.

Slightly picking up his head from beside hers their oral fissure drifted together and they kissed.

It was a kiss like neither had ever felt, it was as passionate and as mutual as what they had just finished doing.

When their initial osculation broke they wrapped blazon pie-eyed around each other and went in for the prospicient most passionate deep caressing either had ever experienced.

Finally rolling onto their incline and facing one another they kissed again and again.

They stopped kissing and held each other like they never wanted to let go.

There were almost no give-and-take to say rather they simply enjoyed the moment.

After some fourth dimension of pipe down and holding he finally spoke up,

"Will this be our maiden and go fourth dimension"?, he asked.

"Hell no, not if i have anything to say about it ”, she replied enthusiastically.

"GOOD ”, he replied.

They lay together for a few more than minute.

"We better be careful, mom and dad would shit their gasp ”, she said laughing.

"Yeah, guess its lucky they are divorced and we live in separate family.

"We have a little more time before mom comes home ”, she said.

The End .