I sat in front of my vanity mirror, brushing my fuzz. I was so worked up for my day of the month with John Drew, the boy I had been crushing on for week. I had finally gotten the courage to talk to him, and he ended up asking me on a date. I eagerly accepted, and we made program.

* whack * * knock * * knock *

I heard him knock, and smiled brightly before giving myself a once over. My half bleached, half opprobrious hair was perfectly straightened in the nominal head, expertly spiked in the vertebral column, my makeup was exact, and my outfit was the just possible mix of sexy and cute. I was wearing a precious black and cat valium plaid skirt and a tight white collared shirt with a small gold mark necklace.

* belt * * knock * * knock *

I raced down the hall, almost tripping as I skidded to a freeze in front end of the door. I opened it and smiled, blushing a little as he checked me out shyly.

'' You look beautiful, '' he muttered, and I stuttered a 'thank you'before locking the door behind me and walked with him to his truck.

'' I thought we 'd go to my house, I made dinner and rented the newest Final Destination movie, '' Drew said, holding the rider door for me. I bite my lip, holding back a huge grin.

'' Sounds wonderful ! '' I gushed as Drew got in and began the effort. We chatted about schooltime, and when we arrived he got out and hurried to open my doorway for me.

He had the dinner already cooked, and started the flick before serving me. He cooked steak and mashed potatoes, which was yummy. When asked what I wanted to drink, one of the pick was vodka and cranberry juice and I agreed.

We ate, I got a couple refills of my potable, and watched the motion picture, and somewhere in that we cuddled up together and stayed like that til the end of the movie. As the credit rolled, I rested my head on John Drew 's lap, tiredly cuddling up. Drew 's hired hand went to my hair, softly petting it as he put some early movie on from Netflix. I fell asleep, blissfully tispy and tired.

I woke up maybe an hour later, feeling something hard against my head. I yawned and opened my centre, seeing that it was Drew 's penis, pushing against the fabric of his blue jean. My skirt had rode up when I laid down, and my blanched cotton pantie were showing. I got up and looked at Drew, who appeared to be asleep.

'' Drew ? Wakey wakey ! '' I giggled, still intoxicated, and kissed him on the impudence. He stirred a niggling and I kissed him on the sass softly. He woke up, a niggling groggy at first, and blushed.

'' Shit, did I fall asleep ? '' he asked, and I nodded, laughing softly. He glanced at his privates, and his blush darkened.

'' I, uh, I should drive you home, '' John Drew muttered, getting up and trying to adjust himself. I shook my head word and slipped off my shoes.

'' Let 's playy .... hide n seek ! '' I cried out excitedly, a plan forming in my top dog. He smirked and nodded.

'' Alright, but after that, I'ma take you home, you should sleep this off, '' he replied, then covered his eyes, beginning his count to twenty. I ran to his elbow room and pulled my shirt off, taking a picture of my dispose shirt and sending it to his phone. I heard it go off, and hid in his closet.

'' Holy shit, '' he muttered, and I heard him jog down the G. Stanley Hall into his room.

'' Hey, hun, where 'd ya go ? '' Drew asked, and I giggled, which turned into tawdry laughter, giving my hiding spot away.

Drew opened his press and I handed him my bra, still giggling. He took it, staring at my bare chest before gentley pulling me out of the closet. He pulled his shirt off and we stared at eachother, before we both moved towards eachother, me getting on my tip-toes to osculate him eagerly, my hands going to his bare chest.

'' You 're so freak out hot, '' I muttered, and kissed him with even Sir Thomas More desperation. I wanted him to do it how bad I wanted him. I pulled him towards his bed, and we fell onto it, me on top of him. His work force went to my low-down rachis, and my paw went on each side of him, holding myself up.

'' I do n't wan na do too much, not when you 're drunk, '' Drew said breathily in between kisses. I was happy he was so ... mature, but I wanted to touch him, taste him.

'' We wo n't, I promise, '' I whispered, sliding my hands down his chest, softly scratching him. He shivered, and I unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down. He half-heartedly tried to block me, but he obviously wanted to see what I 'd do.

I slowly began to wank him off, gripping his hardening humanness softly and moving my hand. He moaned softly, and I smiled, giggling. I kept stroking, moving my sass to the tip to kiss it, then suck it. I took the head in my sass and started sucking it, flicking my tongue in unlike patterns.

'' Shit ... you need to s-s-stop ... it 's been a bit since I 've .... oh god ... I 'm getting close, '' Drew groaned, and I pulled away, laughing.

'' Let 's take a little break, sugar, '' I said, `` we can go along this on our succeeding date ! '' I smiled up at him, and kissed him softly.

'' I really respect that, seriously. need me to take ya home ? '' John Drew asked, smiling as he got up and pulled his gasp back on. I nodded and put my bra and shirt on, brushing my hair back. He walked into he kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling a rose out and handing it to me.

'' Thanks for taking me up on this date, '' he said gratefully, and walked me out the door, picking my shoes up and opening the door. `` Oh, it 's bouldery out here, lem me carry you, '' he said, picking me up and walking me to the passenger side of his truck.

He handed me my shoes and got in the number one wood 's fundament. On the thrust nursing home, I slid my shoes on and spent the rest of the time stuttering and blushing about null. I was starting to sober up, and could n't believe what I had done.

When we got to my house, John Drew walked me to the doorway and held my hands, kissing me sweetly before leaving, thanking me again. I was in sexual love .