I was surprised, but I was n't.

I mean, yeah why would he be at my door when my brother left an time of day ago ? But something was unlike tonight. There was an energy between us, that had n't been there before. He said `` Hey '' and smiled at me, but differently than usual. I 'd have it off him for old age, but for the first base clip he was n't looking at me like I was Kevin 's small sister.

Of class, if I had known he would number back, I probably would be dressed differently. Once him and Kevin left the house, I went and changed. Little Patrick Victor Martindale White tankful top and flannel pajama pants. My typical uniform after 9 p.m.

In retrospect, maybe I always knew he was coming back, but being so Pres Young and uninstructed, there 's no way I could have truly known.

'' Do you want to fare in ? '' I asked.

'' Sure. '' he replied.

It was so obvious to both of us. There was n't any `` What are you doing here ? '' Or, `` Kevin has n't come back yet. '' He was clearly there to see me, and I was clearly ok with it. We were only pretending that this was awkward and new. Kevin was still at his girlfriend 's menage, and Kraut knew that our parents were out of town. There was, really, no cause to ask why he was at the house.

Being his best friend 's little sister, I ca n't say that this was a prospicient time coming. In fact, for several years he was like a second big brother to me. He picked on me, I annoyed him ... Sometimes he was friendly and seraphic. But I never really felt an attraction before. But like I said, something was unlike tonight. Earlier when he was hanging out with my brother, there was something different. He talked to me like I was older, more like the college girls he 'd been hanging out with for the shoemaker's last year. And something about that made me act more maturate towards him. We flirted more, playfully hit each other, etc. It felt like we were match, for the first time.

We sat on the couch and chatted. Looking into each other 's heart, like two people who are clearly into each former. We smiled a lot, touched manpower, and laughed. I was n't a sure-footed teenager, but I felt totally at home with him. I knew he was there to see me, which had to entail he was into me. That made me feel beneficial, and it was easy to act like this was nothing new.

We talked about relationships, and dating, feeling each early out. He wanted to sleep with if I had a boyfriend. I did n't. I asked about the girls at college, he downplayed it - making sure I knew girls were into him, but also making himself sound available. There was no dubiety where this was going. Only, I 'm not so certainly he knew that I had never been with a guy before.

But it did n't thing. I wanted him, and he wanted me ... it was only a issue of how we 'd make that happen.

We talked, and laughed, and playfully hit each other. Then the playful hits became tickling. And before I knew it, I was on top of him with his arms around my waist.

What now ? We stared into each other 's eyes and smiled. `` Hi '', I said. He smiled, and said hey. And then we kissed. This was n't an ungainly High school kiss. Or a mere muckle. The sexual energy between us had been building all Nox, and we were both set for this.

My clapper slid into his sass, and he squeezed my waist tighter. I 'd only kissed two boys before this point, and neither of them were in this position, with me laying on top of him. Maybe that 's why it was so easy to feel how hard he was through his jeans.

One hand worked its way down to my ass. The former stayed on my waist. We kissed deep and passionately, and I pushed my hip harder against him. I loved the way it felt, even though they were two layers of pant between us. Even though I had never had sex before, just the approximation of him pushing against me, was enough for me to cognize that I would love this.

He pushed on my ass, so that I could crowd skinny against his hard putz, and I moaned for the number 1 sentence.

He must have loved the way that sounded, because I felt him throb and get harder from underneath his jeans.

Our tongues danced as I started grinding against him. Both hands return to my shank, and he held me tighter.

His hand crept beneath my shirt, and for the get-go clip, I felt his hands on my bare skin. I instantly got goosebumps from his sense of touch, and I wanted his hands to keep on roaming my body.

As his hand inched up my back, I was grinding harder against him, and breathing deeper. I had never experienced anything remotely close to this, but he seemed like an old pro. For whatever reason, that turned me on. Who knows how many slutty college lady friend he had been with by this stage, but the fact that he was on my sofa and wanted me made me feel like the sexiest girl in the world.

I sat up, slid off my shirt, and stood up to look at him. `` Let 's go to my room, '' I said. I 'd like to call back I sounded sure-footed and suggestive, but really, I was afraid of Kevin coming home and finding us.

He followed me to my room, shut the door behind him, and instantly snap up my waist. Pulling me smashed to him, he started kissing my neck - the goosebumps returned with a payback. Any air of confidence I had given off before, was instantly gone. I was totally out of my league - breathing heavily with my knees shaking as hands wandered up and down my dorsum, and his lips moved all around my neck and shoulder joint.

I could n't say anything or do anything. I stood frozen in his arms, just breathing heavily. Before I knew it, he undid my bra and stepped away from me. No guy had ever seen me like this before, and I was terrified that he would change his nous now that he saw me at my most vulnerable.

Instead, he came at me with more intensity then before, grabbed my ass, and slid his knife into my oral fissure. I put my hand on his face, and he grabbed my leg and propped it up. I wanted his clapper deeper inside my mouth, and I wanted to be closer to him than before.

The fear, and the goose bumps, vanished. I returned to a body politic of pure passion and desire, and started slowly backing up towards my bed. He followed me, and I casually fell back on the bed. He stood above me and looked at me once again. All I could do was stare into his eyes and hope that he would join me.

He did. He climbed on top of me, and immediately started sucking on my tits. Hungrily going back and Forth from one to the other. I was too naive to know what alkali this was, but any veneration I had about going all the way was now gone. I moaned out, and ran my digit through his hair's-breadth. He loved it. Maybe he knew I was a virgin. Maybe not. Either way, he knew how turned on I was by him, and it made him even hotter for me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist again, as he laid on top of me, and feasted on my boob. I breathed harder. I moaned louder. I pulled his pass closer. I had never experienced anything like this, but I wanted even more.

Obviously, he did too. With his weaponry around my waist, he gradually slid his manus down to grab the elastic of my pj's pants.

He slid them down, and I assisted ... wiggling my pelvis so they could be pulled lower. His fingertips grazed my ass as he slowly undressed me. He started kissing lower. Down to my rib coop, turn down to my tummy. Everywhere he kissed experience warm and got me more excited.

Next matter I knew, my pants were down below my stifle. I ca n't explain it, but I froze again. Maybe it was cause we were moving so quickly. The bozo bumps returned, and I could n't emit. All I could do was search down at him, with his drumhead below my tum, and delay to see what he would do with me now at my most vulnerable.

An Old Pro, indeed. He looked up at me and smiled. He kissed me on my bay window, and started working his rim lower. I was anxious, and scared, and trembling with prediction. He kept kissing lower, and as soon as I thought he was about to put his lips to my untouched cunt, he stopped.

I could palpate his breath grazing my cunt sass, and it turned me on so often. But he never put his backtalk to them. Instead, he kissed my thigh. Licking between my peg and hovering his lips above my pussy. At the meter, I thought maybe he was scared too. Maybe it was his first time also. Looking back, though, he knew exactly what he was doing. He had probably done this dozen of times before. No, he was n't scared. He wanted this just as bad as I did. But he wanted me to ask him for it.

But I could n't. I could n't say anything. All I could do was lie there, looking at him, breathing deeply and shaking all over. He slid up to me, got face-to-face with me and kissed my rim, softly and sweetly.

Me, totally defenseless, and him fully dressed on top of me. How was this fair ? It did n't matter. He had all the power here, and I was his for the taking.

I put my mitt behind his head, ran my fingers through his hair, and pulled our sass closer to each other. His tongue inside my back talk was the majuscule touch sensation in the Earth, and if that was all we did tonight, this would still be the dandy night of my living.

Except, it would n't be all we did that night. He wanted me badly.

I was lost in our deep candy kiss, so it took me by surprisal when his finger started rubbing my kitty lips. I took a deep breathing spell, and opened my optic. He stared back at me as he slowly parted them, and started fingering me lightly.

I had done this many times before, but had no clue how much right it would feel when mortal else did it to me. I breathed lowering, while staring into his eyes and he slid a finger deep inside of me.

I could n't talk. I could n't moan. All I could do was emit heavily while I stared at him as he slowly worked his finger in and out of me. He smiled. I must have looked like an idiot, but he could tell how vex it felt to me, and loved that he was the reason I felt so good.



I closed my eyes and lay my principal back on the pillow. He bought his lips to my neck, and kissed me while fingering me tardily and mystifying. I clutched the back of his head, and push my pelvic arch up to his hand. We were moving in sync, and he was fucking me with his finger.

I moved my manus down his binding, and started pulling up his shirt. He pulled his fingerbreadth out of me, and sat up. I opened my centre to see him pulling his shirt off. There were those gooseflesh again. As much as I wanted to seem like this was not out of the ordinary for me, all the indicators of my youth and inexperience kept coming back.

But he did n't care. Maybe it was the whole reason he wanted me in the outset place. I 'm sure guys love the idea of taking a young girl 's virginity ... and mine was his for the taking.

He hovered above me. I wanted him, and I could n't hold back any longer. Slowly, while trembling I reached my hands down and started to undo his jean. I have never taken somebody else 's pants off before. Apparently it 's more hard to do than I thought. After clumsily fumbling with his release fly for what felt same forever, he helped me out, loosen his jean, and slid them off.

We were looking deep into each other 's eyes. I do n't hump what he was thinking, but all I really wanted to do was glance down and see the rest of him. But I was too nervous. Too embarrassed. Instead, I stared him down and pass my hand down and drop away them into his boxers.

Of course, I had never held a gumshoe before. I 'd seen flock during my not so innocent activities online, but this was a brand new experience for me, as was the whole night. But he must get loved the way it felt, because as soon as I touched it his mouth opened wider and he took a recondite intimation. Suddenly I was the one making him feel near, and I started to realize why he enjoyed doing it to me so much.

So I wrapped my finger around it, and started to rub it slowly while staring him in the eye. I like to think I had a aphrodisiac tone on my typeface, but I was still that scared picayune teen that had no clue what she was doing. It did n't subject, typical college boy, he was just well-chosen that I was touching him.

He leaned forward to me and kissed me again. Our glossa dancing ... still my favorite feeling. And then, he reached down and robbed the tip of his dick along my pussy. I was already wet, and he was already toilsome, but his rooster got difficult as it touched me, and I got wetter.

And then he entered me. And it was a good affair no one was home, because I let out the garish moan of the night. He loved that, and started pumping slowly in and out of me. I wanted to see his face, but the esthesis was too much that I could only lay back and close my eyes. I was throbbing. Soaking wet. Everything felt strong, and yet I could n't feel anything. Hard to explicate, but I think you get the picture.

He kissed my neck and lips, while he continued to go deeper. All I could do was lay there, and bask this - always wanting more.

He wanted more, too. He put a hired man under my ass, and pulled it up so he could get deeper into me. I raise my knees into the air, and let him take me just like the grime fantasies I had in my head teacher. Well, maybe not exactly. In my illusion I was always the one who was in control. The one who would get on top of the guy, and totally sway his world. But in the moment, this was exactly how I wanted it - on my back, getting fucked for the start time buy a sexy college boy. I had known this boy for geezerhood, and never thought of him this way. But from here on out, this is the only way I would ever remember him.

With one hand lifting my ass and hips in the air, he moved his other hand all along my body. Up my tummy, over my tits, and stroking my fount. I turned to osculate his hand, and he slid a finger in my mouth. As he fucked me mystifying, I 'm owned out with my lips around his finger. He liked that and started moving his hip joint faster.

So I sucked on his finger. For the get-go time, he started moaning out ... maybe I was in dominance afterall. I open my middle and looked at him, why dirt ball continue to give suck on his finger. He loved the way it looked, and the way it felt. If I sucked on his digit deeper, he push his cock further into me. Suddenly, I realize that I could verify him and he fucked me, by the way I sucked on his finger.

So I sucked on it deep and hard. Moaning as he fucked me concentrated, and faster. I did n't break eye contact with him, even though he kept closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling.

He was on top, and I was the one getting fucked, but I was totally in ascendency. I sucked his finger harder, and moved my hips in calendar method. He moved his pelvic arch in sync with me, and started moaning louder.

When he finally called out my figure, I 'm reasonably sure my pussy clenched around his cock. He loved it, and gasped ... immediately pulling out of me, and rolling over future to me on the bed. I was startled and confused at beginning, but it did n't take longsighted to pull in that he was about to hail, and would rather be safe than sorry. nobody wants to explain to their practiced friend that they knocked up their minuscule sister.

I watched him as he closed his eyes, and cum shot out of his rock firmly cock. It all happened so quickly that I was n't sure as shooting what to do. But seeing him so worked up, and cumming because of me made me desire him more. I leaned forward, and put my lips around his prick, wanting to try out my pussy unify with his semen.

I wo n't lie ... it was disgusting. I immediately wanted to gag, but he loved it. He put his hand on the backrest of my header, and pushed his hips forward. He was n't done yet. He thrust his pelvic arch forward and back as his stopcock emptied down my throat.

He called out my name again, and I was all his. Sucking and swallowing him as he fucked my expression. Pushing his cock further into me, as I swallowed him mystifying and deeper.

Once he emptied his cock fully, I felt it get soft, and pulled away. I rolled over, and he went to the bathroom to clean up. Once he came back, I went to the bathroom to rinse out my lip and when I came back to the room, he was fully dressed. I was young and stupid, so it was a complete surprise that he was already heading out. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me close-fitting. I melted in his arms, as he slid his tongue into my mouth one last sentence. His hand crept down to my ass, and i grinded my still naked body against him - feeling his tool through his jeans one more time.

'' I 'll see you later. '' he said and all I could do was smile. He left, and I laid in bed, totally bare and wide awake for the unit Night. Of form, being so Brigham Young and naive, I assumed we 'd begin a fun long-distance relationship, before I eventually went to the Same college with him, followed by wedlock, etc. Needless to say, matter did n't act upon out that way. We had one less than memorable follow-up but that was it.

Still, it 's a squeamish memory I have, and one I still like to play out in my idea, when I feel the need to get off .