I text him, asking if he's ready for me to get over. I wait. My heart thudding in my chest. After a few seconds my telephone bombination and I smile. His text says"Yes, I'll sports meeting 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 effectual asleep. The floor creaks, and I freeze, holding my breathing place. A few agonizing seconds pass with no audio. The house is absolutely tacit. I continue down the stairs to the first storey of our house. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the bathroom to fix up my war paint and spraying myself with an special spray of perfume. Then I turn and walk to the nominal head doorway, opening it very slowly to piss surely it's as placidity as possible. Again my warmness is pounding in my chest, and I can find out my flash in my ears. I strain, listening as the threshold finally opens. The house is still silent. I feel the crisp night air reach my face and I take a deep breath, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my sweater finisher around me as the night quiver reaches my peel, raising goose bumps. After closing the door securely, I lock both of the curl from the outside with my key. I glance up at my parents'sleeping room windowpane, biting my lip with prediction. I always wait a few minutes before leaving.

I walk quickly down my street, practically jogging lightly. I look at my sound, its 11:15 PM. I walk down the streets, rushing to see him. I missed him. My heart is still pounding away in my dresser, threatening to burst. The Night air feels nice on my pelt. At for the first time it was too common cold, but after the months of seeing him this way I have gotten used to the iciness and even receive it now. After around 30 minutes I see him, walking toward me on the sidewalk. I smile and rush into his unresolved weaponry. He holds me close and I wrap my arms around his berm, my mind resting on his chest as he holds me tighter. He's smiling, I can feel his smiling against the side of my head. 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 figure is proportional to his tallness and frame, and he looks good. He has a handsome face too. Full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an middling sized nose that's symmetrically placed on his face. He's got rich dark-brown eyes, the sort that make you happy just by looking in them. His eyes were always so full of life. I have brown heart too, but mine are a completely different shade then his. My eyes change colour slightly with my mode, from almost black to almost hazel. But most often my heart are a slightly red tinted mahogany John Brown ( tally my profile pictures, even in my pictures you can see the shift in my eye people of colour ) and my eyes have a brightly auburn luminescent look to them in sunshine. I have wax, naturally rose pink back talk that line with my light skin. My lip also change color slightly, ranging from a dull rose pink to a much darker red ( again, check my visibility pictures. I never wear lipstick or any kind of lip coloring material. My sassing are naturally colored in all of my pictures ) 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 countenance now. Just the hotshot of him kissing my heart flutter. He licks my bottom lip and takes my hand, leading me back down the street. We walk for a while, making small talk of the town and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a great conversationalist. After what seems like a short time, we reach his apartment. He unlocks his doorway and holds it open up for me. I walk into his small two bedroom apartment, which he shares with his dad who is out of town. This is not the commencement time I've been here. I walk to his sleeping accommodation and conclude his threshold, getting my pajama out of my shoulder bag to exchange into them. I have mere, promiscuous fitting shorts that are naughty and bleak tartan. And I wear a thin out smuggled jersey to match. Of course I have my usual contraband lace undergarment on underneath. He knocks and I open his bedroom door, smiling up at him. He wraps his arms around me and touches his nose to mine, making me giggle. I step back and close the bedroom door behind me, knowing that he will change dress too.

After a few minutes he opens the threshold and lets me back into the room. I love the odor of his cologne, it reminds me of a river flowing through the mountains. He turns the TV on and we relax, making put-on about unintelligent 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 binding resting against the wall, and he has his arm around me. I'm sitting interchangeable to him but have my knees against my chest and my limb wrapped around my knees. My caput is resting on his chest. The appearance 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 advantage since he's not being tickled. He sits up and locks my legs down by wrapping his left leg over both of my pegleg. I wiggle my body, trapped beneath and laughing so hard that I can't breathe. He laughs too, smiling down at me. I arch my back, still trying to get away, and accidently weight-lift my ass against his renal pelvis. ( I wasn't aware of this until recently. Until recently, I didn't even know that my ass had come into striking 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 dorsum against the wall again. I rub my optic, still giggling and trying to overtake my breath. Then I see the look on his brass. He's almost blushing. And his eyebrows are pressed together, a pull in look of concern strewn across his face. He looks embarrassed. I look up at him, confused. He glances at me then looks quickly away. I turn my head, very confused now. infant, what's wrong ? I ask him. He takes a few seconds, intellection of what to say. He then smiles at me and rock his headspring. nada, he tells me. Then he lays down on his side with his arms open, looking at me. I smile and curl up against him, his arm as my pillow and the early arm resting over my rib with his hand tucked under my side. There's an odd space between us, so I scoot closer and weigh my dead body to his. He's always very warm and I smile at the warmth I feel now throughout my consistency. 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 oceanic abyss breathing spell, his eyes closed tightly as if he's struggling with something. I wait. He looks down at me, his eyes bright. I just, uhmm, it's just that…., he starts but can't seem to get his words. Then he blurts everything out without a single suspension for breathing time. It's just that you're my first substantial relationship and girl and I'm not used to this and it's getting severely to command myself ! I look into his eyes, asking, What do you mean"see yourself"? He gets that same concerned look on his face and looks away, staring at the wall. I look at him, confused. infant ? I ask again. He takes a deep breath and scoots forward, closing the distance again. He presses his hips to my ass and I can feel how hard he is. I gasp. Oh ! I exclaim. He looks embarrassed. I'm sorry ! He quickly apologizes, then adds,"I tried to stay fresh it from happening but it's not well-heeled, and I've been trying to hide it for a prospicient metre. I didn't know what else to do."sister, are you.. ? I pause, trying to rephrase my question. You haven't ever been with a daughter, like this ? He looks down at me and shakes his head, clearly blushing now. I realize he's a virgin ! This had never occurred to me before. He's very dear looking, has a courteous phonation, and a becharm personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a Virgo. I smile, and see up at him. Thinking of the opening this dark holds. He meets my gaze. And… you want to slumber with me ? I ask him, looking into his center. His mouth opens for a second, then he quickly closes it. He takes a deep hint, then answer. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes groans softly and wraps his munition around my waistline, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He carefully tugs at the hem of my boxers, pulling them and my inkiness lacing Victoria's secret underwear down in one tug, revealing my flawlessly shaven kitty-cat. 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 rubs my clit through his pj's gasp. I can feel myself becoming aroused and wet. And the associate tingling sensation in my lower belly between my hip starts to spread. I want him to have intercourse me. I want to be the first ( and possibly only ) girl that he sleeps with. I raise my hips off him, and he pulls his pants off leaving his boxers on. I hold myself above him using my thighs as he positions himself beneath me. I gasp when I see his sizing. He must be at least 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 broken myself down until his caput reaches the entrance to my pussy. He feels big. Or it may be that I'm just stringent. I'm not really surely 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 men to my rose hip. I slowly push myself down onto him, inch 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 hips tighter as my inner thigh rest against his pelvis. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can sense his head pressing something deep within me, sending shivers through my hale physical structure. I start to rock my hips back and Forth River while raising my hips and pushing them down again. He sits up and enfold his sleeve around my waistline while I ride him. He's breathing ruggedly as I start moving faster and lifting myself higher up before pressing my hips back down. I moan softly, loving the impression of him buried deep in my twat. He tightens his hold on my pelvic girdle and starts to lift me and lower me, pushing my pelvic girdle 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 thrust. I moan loudly, feeling him pull out to the head and hurl quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how good he is. He sits up and post my calves over his articulatio humeri, holding onto my thighs as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his length filling me with every stab. He continues to force deep into me, slowly picking up his pace to thrust harder and faster. I moan louder, and reach out, placing my hand on his breast as he fucks me mystifying, harder, and faster. He hits that sweet spot inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an orgasm starting to build. The tension and fire slowly spreading over every muscle 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 back of my knee joint, and wraps his arms under my ribcage and holds on to my berm from underneath. My knees are level with my case. ( I'm very pliant ). This lean allows him to push up deeper, and he starts thrusting even harder. I moan loudly and arch my rear, feeling my orgasm building beneath him. He releases my legs and I wrap my legs around his waistline, locking my ankles behind his hips. He holds me up slightly with one arm as I remove my lean shirt. He lowers me back to the bed and pulls my bra down. He continues thrusting and I arch my back again as he starts nibbling and licking my teat. low gear one, then the other. He groans as he plays with my boob. I bring my articulatio coxae up toward him in time with his knife thrust, pushing to get together his hip movements. I moan loudly, tangling my hands through his hairsbreadth. His playing has pushed me over the edge. I make clenched fist in his whisker and curl my wooden leg around him as my orgasm tears through me. He moves to my neck, continuing his nibbling and licking assault over my neck and neckband bones while he continues to force into me and rub my breast with his deal. The sensations are amazing. The odour of his cologne, his warmth over my entire organic structure, the smell of him filling and stretching me with every thrust. He groans and slows down, my pussy tightening around him as my orgasm blood through every single sinew. I continue to shudder and spasm beneath him, involuntary motility as a face core of my intense orgasm. He leaves a small trail of zit down my collar off-white as he slowly pulls himself out to the promontory and eases completely back into me. I moan, my book binding still arched. He smiles and continues the deadening, filling tread until my dead body relaxes. Then he wraps his arms around me again and begins to find fault 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 arms around his articulatio humeri and moan with every breath as I kiss and lick his neck, tracing my venom sharpness ( double tongue rings ) in small circles over his neck. He groans and thrusts even harder. I moan very loud, long, breathy groan. As he continues to pound into me, I feel another orgasm beginning to build. incredible ! He smiles and shift his stance over me so that his pelvis is grinding against my clitoris with every thrust. I almost cry out with delight. I fist my handwriting through his whisker again, releasing my branch so he has more room to move. My orgasm is quickly building. He pulls out slow, dragging his renal pelvis across my clit, then quickly slams back into me until his pelvic arch hit mine. The force of his thrusts push button my whole consistence forward and I have to place my hired hand against the wall of his bedroom to keep from moving. He holds my waist firmly and picks up his step again, groaning. He thrusts hard and loyal, holding my waistline tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his whole consistency quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum spreads like fire deep inside me, filling me to the brim. The adept is too a great deal, and push button me over the edge again. I cry out as my irregular sexual climax, strong than the first, pulses through me. He groans, my kitty tightening around him again as he continues to gush cum deep within me. He lowers himself so that he's laying over me and nuzzles my neck, holding me finish as his lowest 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 wrap my arms around his shoulder again as our tongue dance, intertwined. I'm suddenly very tired, and he rests his head on the pillow, with my side 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 death conscious thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the next good morning to him tracing one hand over my naked ribs. He's smiling at me and kiss my forehead. He sets up the shower for me and gives me his eubstance laundry to use. It smells just like his cologne. I quickly lavation and get dressed, and then he walks me domicile. The sun is barely beginning to lift, and my family is still tight asleep. This was the initiative of many intimate Night to come .