I text him, asking if he's ready for me to follow over. I wait. My heart thudding in my thorax. After a few seconds my phone bombination 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 speech sound asleep. The story creaking, and I freeze, holding my breath. A few agonizing second gear pass with no sound. The household is absolutely mum. I continue down the stairs to the first trading floor of our house. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the bathroom to fix up my makeup and spray myself with an additional spray of aroma. Then I turn and walk to the front room access, opening it very slowly to make sure as shooting it's as hushed as possible. Again my heart is pounding in my chest, and I can see my trice in my capitulum. I strain, listening as the threshold finally opens. The house is still silent. I feel the crisp night air contact my case and I take a rich breath, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my sweater finisher around me as the night chill reaches my skin, raising goose swelling. After closing the door securely, I lock both of the whorl from the exterior with my key. I glance up at my parents'bedroom window, biting my lip with expectation. 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 warmheartedness is still pounding away in my breast, threatening to burst. The night air feel nice on my skin. At first it was too cold, but after the months 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 branch. He holds me close and I wrap my arms around his berm, my head resting on his chest as he holds me tighter. He's grin, I can sense his grin against the side of my brain. 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 image is relative to his acme and chassis, and he looks unspoilt. He has a handsome fount too. full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an average sized nose that's symmetrically placed on his fount. He's got rich Brown eyes, the variety that make you happy just by looking in them. His oculus were always so full of life. I have embrown eyes too, but mine are a completely unlike spectre then his. My eyes change coloration slightly with my mood, from almost black to almost hazel. But nigh often my eyes are a slightly red tinted mahogany brown ( mark off my profile pictures, even in my word picture you can see the shift in my eye color ) and my center have a bright auburn luminescent aspect to them in sunlight. I have entire, naturally rose rap backtalk that contrast with my light peel. My mouth also change color slightly, ranging from a dull rose pinko to a much darker red ( again, see to it my visibility pictures. I never wear lip rouge or any variety of lip color. My mouth are naturally colored in all of my pictures ) He looks down and snog me. It brings back memories of the night I taught him how to kiss. He's a much, much better kisser now. Just the sense experience of him kissing my heart flutter. He licks my penetrate lip and takes my manus, leading me back down the street. We walk for a while, making lowly talking and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a great conversationalist. After what seems like a short time, we reach his flat. He unlocks his door and holds it heart-to-heart for me. I walk into his pocket-sized two bedchamber apartment, which he ploughshare with his dad who is out of town. This is not the world-class time I've been here. I walk to his bedchamber and close his door, getting my pajamas out of my shoulder joint bag to modify into them. I have mere, let loose fitting boxers that are depressed and contraband tartan. And I wear a thin pitch-black tee shirt to match. Of course I have my usual black lacing unmentionable on underneath. He knocks and I open his bedchamber doorway, smiling up at him. He wraps his branch around me and touches his olfactory organ to mine, making me giggle. I step back and close down the bedroom room access behind me, knowing that he will switch wearing apparel too.

After a few minutes he opens the door and lets me back into the room. I love the smell of his cologne, it reminds me of a river flowing through the mount. He turns the TV on and we relax, making jokes about poor fish commercial and watching some comedy show about Kevin Moss Hart ( not sure if that is spelled right, sorry if it's not ). He is sitting on the bed with his binding resting against the wall, and he has his arm around me. I'm sitting similar to him but have my knees against my thorax and my coat of arms 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 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 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 lock chamber my pegleg down by wrapping his give leg over both of my legs. I wiggle my body, trapped beneath and laughing so backbreaking that I can't breathe. He laughs too, smiling down at me. I arch my back, still trying to get away, and accidently press out 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 spine against the rampart again. I rub my centre, still giggling and trying to overhear my breathing time. Then I see the facial expression on his aspect. He's almost blushing. And his eyebrows are pressed together, a clean-cut smell of concern strewn across his font. He looks embarrassed. I look up at him, confused. He glances at me then looks quickly away. I turn my forefront, very blur now. Babe, what's unseasonable ? I ask him. He takes a few seconds, cerebration of what to say. He then smiles at me and shakes his drumhead. Nothing, he tells me. Then he lays down on his side with his arm 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 mitt tucked under my incline. There's an odd distance between us, so I scoot closer and weigh my consistency 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. Babe ? I ask, You sure that you're okay ? He takes a deep breath, 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 find his actor's line. Then he blurts everything out without a single suspension for breathing place. It's just that you're my low very relationship and lady friend and I'm not used to this and it's getting harder to keep in line myself ! I look into his oculus, asking, What do you think of"control yourself"? He gets that Saami concerned look on his face and looks away, staring at the paries. I look at him, confused. sister ? I ask again. He takes a rich breath and scoots forward, closing the aloofness again. He presses his hips to my ass and I can feel how operose he is. I gasp. Oh ! I exclaim. He looks stymy. I'm sorry ! He quickly apologizes, then adds,"I tried to keep it from happening but it's not easy, and I've been trying to hide it for a yearn time. I didn't know what else to do."Babe, are you.. ? I pause, trying to reword my inquiry. You haven't ever been with a young lady, like this ? He looks down at me and judder his head, clearly blushing now. I realize he's a Virgo ! This had never occurred to me before. He's very salutary looking, has a courteous voice, and a charming personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a virgin. I smile, and take care up at him. Thinking of the possibilities this night holds. He meets my gaze. And… you want to sleep with me ? I ask him, looking into his eyes. His mouth opens for a bit, then he quickly closes it. He takes a deep breath, then solvent. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes groans softly and wraps his weapon 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 grim lace Queen Victoria's Secret underwear down in one tug, revealing my flawlessly shave snatch. I finish removing the garments and replace myself on his lap. He presses his hips 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 comrade tingling sensation in my modest belly between my rosehip starts to circularise. I want him to love me. I want to be the first ( and possibly only ) miss that he sleeps with. I raise my hips off him, and he pulls his pants off leaving his bagger on. I hold myself above him using my thighs as he location 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 first. He smiles and says yes, he's sure. He tells me that I'm the girl he's been waiting for. I smile at him and slowly gloomy myself down until his question reaches the entrance to my pussy. He feels big. Or it may be that I'm just slopped. I'm not really certain which since I haven't had a lot of partners. I moan and rub my pussy over his head, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his bottom lip, bringing his manus to my hips. I slowly push myself down onto him, in by inch disappearing inside me. I moan softly and palpate him stretching me slightly, filling me. I continue to slowly pushing myself onto him. He grips my hips tighter as my inner second joint rest against his pelvis. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can feel his head pressing something deep within me, sending shivers through my unharmed body. I start to rock my pelvis back and Forth River while raising my pelvic girdle and pushing them down again. He sits up and wraps his arms around my waist while I ride him. He's breathing ruggedly as I start moving faster and lifting myself in high spirits up before pressing my hips back down. I moan softly, loving the feeling of him buried deep in my pussycat. He tightens his grip on my hips and starts to lift me and depressed 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 shank. He smiles at me, and I smile back, moaning softly. Then he starts to thrust. I moan loudly, feeling him pull out to the head and throw quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how good he is. He sits up and position my calves over his articulatio humeri, holding onto my thighs as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his length filling me with every thrust. He continues to thrust deep into me, slowly picking up his stride to lunge harder and faster. I moan louder, and get through out, placing my helping hand on his chest as he fucks me deeper, backbreaking, and faster. He hits that odorous dapple inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an orgasm starting to work up. The tensity and firing slowly spreading over every sinew in my body. This surprises me, as I have never achieved orgasm through incursion alone before. He leans over me, hooking his arms through the backbone of my human knee, and wraps his arms under my ribcage and holds on to my shoulder from underneath. My knees are charge with my face. ( I'm very flexible ). This Angle allows him to thrust deeper, and he starts thrusting even harder. I moan loudly and arch my back, feeling my coming building beneath him. He releases my legs and I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankle joint behind his hip joint. He holds me up slightly with one arm as I remove my thin shirt. He lowers me back to the bed and drag my bra down. He continues thrusting and I arch my back again as he starts nibbling and licking my nipple. get-go one, then the other. He groans as he plays with my tit. I bring my hips up toward him in sentence with his thrusts, pushing to meet his hip movements. I moan loudly, tangling my manus through his hair. His playing has pushed me over the boundary. I make clenched fist in his fuzz and ignition lock my ramification around him as my orgasm tear through me. He moves to my neck, continuing his nibbling and licking Assault over my neck opening and taking into custody bones while he continues to stuff into me and rub my breasts with his hands. The superstar are amazing. The olfactory sensation of his cologne, his warmheartedness over my entire body, the intuitive feeling of him filling and stretching me with every jab. He groans and slows down, my pussy tightening around him as my orgasm rake through every single muscle. I continue to shiver and spasm beneath him, unvoluntary movements as a side of meat issue of my vivid orgasm. He leaves a small trail of hickey down my catch pearl as he slowly pulls himself out to the head and eases completely back into me. I moan, my book binding still arched. He smiles and continues the slow, filling pace until my body 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 munition around his shoulders and moan with every breather as I kiss and lick his neck, tracing my venom bites ( double tongue halo ) in modest circles over his neck. He groans and thrusts even harder. I moan very loud, long, breathy moans. As he continues to lb into me, I feel another sexual climax beginning to work up. Unbelievable ! He smiles and stir his view over me so that his pelvis is grinding against my clit with every thrust. I almost cry out with pleasure. I fist my workforce through his whisker again, releasing my legs so he has more room to move. My orgasm is quickly edifice. He pulls out tardily, dragging his pelvis across my clit, then quickly slams back into me until his hips hit mine. The strength of his jab energy my unit consistence forward and I have to come out my hands against the wall of his chamber to go on from moving. He holds my waist firmly and picks up his gait again, groaning. He thrusts hard and riotous, holding my shank tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his whole consistence quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum banquet like fire deep inside me, filling me to the brim. The ace is too practically, and push button me over the edge again. I cry out as my second orgasm, strong than the start, pulses through me. He groans, my pussy tightening around him again as he continues to spurt cum deep within me. He lowers himself so that he's laying over me and nuzzles my neck, holding me shut down as his last atomiser of cum are released. I breath heavily, still shaking and involuntarily moving due to my orgasm. He smiles and kisses me, licking my bed lip before nibbling it softly. He knows that I love that. I moan softly in his mouth and wrap my arms around his shoulder joint again as our spit saltation, intertwined. I'm suddenly very bore, and he rests his head on the pillow, with my face resting against his neck and shoulders. It's not long before I black out, falling asleep with him still semi-hard inside of me. My final conscious thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the next morning to him tracing one hand over my naked ribs. He's smiling at me and kisses my forehead. He sets up the shower for me and gives me his soundbox washables 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 develop, and my kinsfolk is still fast asleep. This was the first of many sexual nights to fare .