I text him, asking if he's ready for me to do over. I wait. My meat thudding in my chest. After a few instant my phone buzz and I smile. His text edition says"Yes, I'll meet you half way. See you soon."There's a smiley font at the end. I ever so slowly inch my way past my parents'bedroom, praying that they are both level-headed asleep. The floor creaking, and I freeze, holding my breath. A few torturing seconds pass with no sound. The sign of the zodiac is absolutely still. I continue down the stairs to the first floor of our theater. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the can to fix up my makeup and nebulizer myself with an extra spray of perfume. Then I turn and walk to the nominal head room access, opening it very slowly to make sure enough it's as quiet as possible. Again my pith is pounding in my chest, and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. I strain, listening as the door finally opens. The house is still still. I feel the chip night air get hold of my typeface and I take a late breath, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my sweater closer around me as the Night chill reaches my tegument, raising goose bumps. After closing the doorway securely, I lock both of the lock from the outside with my key. I glance up at my parents'bedroom window, biting my lip with anticipation. I always wait a few minute of arc before leaving.

I walk quickly down my street, practically jogging lightly. I look at my earpiece, its 11:15 PM. I walk down the streets, rushing to see him. I missed him. My heart is still pounding away in my bureau, threatening to break. The dark air feels 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 thrill and even receive it now. After around 30 minutes I see him, walking toward me on the sidewalk. I smile and rush into his candid arms. He holds me close and I wrap my arms around his articulatio humeri, my head resting on his chest of drawers as he holds me tighter. He's smiling, I can feel his grin against the side of my head. He stands a few in 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 physique is relative to his pinnacle and frame, and he looks in effect. He has a well-favored fount too. full phase of the moon lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an average size olfactory organ that's symmetrically placed on his side. He's got productive brownness eyes, the sort that make you happy just by looking in them. His oculus were always so fully of life. I have dark-brown eyes too, but mine are a completely different tincture then his. My center change colors slightly with my mood, from almost mordant to almost hazel. But most often my eyes are a slightly red tinted mahogany brownness ( see my visibility pictures, even in my motion picture you can see the shift in my eye coloring ) and my middle have a bright auburn luminescent flavour to them in sun. I have full, naturally rose pink lips that contrast with my light skin. My backtalk also change color slightly, ranging from a dull rose pink to a much darker red ( again, check my visibility moving-picture show. I never wear lipstick or any variety of lip people of color. My lips are naturally colored in all of my photo ) He looks down and snog me. It brings back memories of the nighttime I taught him how to kiss. He's a much, much better mug now. Just the mavin of him kissing my meat flutter. He licks my bottom lip and takes my mitt, leading me back down the street. We walk for a while, making small talking and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a great conversationist. After what seems like a short time, we reach his apartment. He unlocks his door and holds it undetermined for me. I walk into his small two chamber flat, which he shares with his dad who is out of town. This is not the outset time I've been here. I walk to his bedroom and conclude his door, getting my pajamas out of my shoulder bag to change into them. I have simple, loose fitting shorts that are blue and black plaid. And I wear a slender black T-shirt to pair. Of course I have my usual black lacing undergarment on underneath. He knocks and I open his chamber threshold, smiling up at him. He wraps his arms around me and impact his olfactory organ to mine, making me giggle. I step back and fold the bedchamber door behind me, knowing that he will change clothes too.

After a few minutes he opens the doorway and lets me back into the room. I love the smell of his eau de cologne, it reminds me of a river flowing through the great deal. He turns the TV on and we relax, making jokes about dazed commercials 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 rear resting against the wall, and he has his arm around me. I'm sitting standardised to him but have my articulatio genus against my pectus and my arms wrapped around my genu. My question is resting on his chest. The show ends, and we are still laughing. He tells me that he likes my joke, 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 slope and try to wiggle off of the bed, but he's faster than me and has an reward since he's not being tickled. He sits up and curl my peg down by wrapping his exit leg over both of my stage. 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 press 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 respire and get away from his tickling ) Suddenly he releases me and backs up, resting his back against the rampart again. I rub my eyes, still giggling and trying to catch up with my breathing space. Then I see the looking on his typeface. He's almost blushing. And his eyebrow are pressed together, a clear 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 nous, very illogical now. Babe, what's improper ? I ask him. He takes a few seconds, thinking of what to say. He then smiles at me and shakes his head. zip, he tells me. Then he lays down on his side with his coat of arms open, looking at me. I smile and curl up against him, his arm as my pillow and the other arm resting over my ribs with his hand tucked under my side. There's an odd distance between us, so I scoot closer and press my dead body to his. He's always very affectionate and I smile at the warmness 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 deeply breath, his eyes closed tightly as if he's struggling with something. I wait. He looks down at me, his middle bright. I just, uhmm, it's just that…., he starts but can't seem to ascertain his Word of God. Then he blurts everything out without a single interruption for breather. It's just that you're my first real number relationship and lady friend and I'm not used to this and it's getting grueling to assure myself ! I look into his middle, asking, What do you imply"control yourself"? He gets that same have-to doe with facial expression on his face and looks away, staring at the rampart. I look at him, confused. infant ? I ask again. He takes a abstruse breathing spell and scoots forward, closing the length again. He presses his hips to my ass and I can feel how voiceless he is. I gasp. Oh ! I exclaim. He looks hinder. I'm sorry ! He quickly apologizes, then adds,"I tried to hold back it from happening but it's not easy, and I've been trying to hide it for a long time. I didn't know what else to do."Babe, are you.. ? I pause, trying to reword my question. You haven't ever been with a girl, like this ? He looks down at me and shake up his pass, clearly blushing now. I realize he's a Virgo the Virgin ! This had never occurred to me before. He's very good looking, has a dainty voice, and a charming personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a Virgo the Virgin. I smile, and see up at him. mentation of the possibilities this Nox holds. He meets my regard. And… you want to sleep with me ? I ask him, looking into his eyes. His mouth opens for a second, then he quickly closes it. He takes a deep breathing spell, then solvent. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes moan softly and twine his arms around my waistline, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He carefully tugs at the hem of my shorts, pulling them and my Shirley Temple lace Victoria's secret underwear down in one tug, revealing my flawlessly shave twat. 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 fret my clit through his pajama pants. I can feel myself becoming aroused and wet. And the familiar spirit tingling sensation in my scummy belly between my hips starts to spread. I want him to jazz me. I want to be the first ( and possibly only ) fille that he sleeps with. I raise my hips off him, and he pulls his pants off leaving his boxer on. I hold myself above him using my thighs as he positions himself beneath me. I gasp when I see his size. He must be at least 6 column inch 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 lour myself down until his drumhead reaches the entrance to my pussy. He feels big. Or it may be that I'm just tight. I'm not really sure enough which since I haven't had a lot of collaborator. I moan and rub my pussy over his caput, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his bottom lip, bringing his hands to my hips. I slowly push myself down onto him, column inch by inch disappearing inside me. I moan softly and feel him stretching me slightly, filling me. I continue to slowly energy myself onto him. He grips my hips tighter as my inner thighs rest against his pelvis. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can find his drumhead pressing something deep within me, sending shivers through my altogether torso. I start to sway my hip joint back and Forth River while raising my hips and pushing them down again. He sits up and wrap his munition around my waist while I ride him. He's breathing ruggedly as I start moving faster and lifting myself mellow up before pressing my articulatio coxae back down. I moan softly, loving the look of him buried deep in my pussy. He tightens his grip on my hips and starts to plagiarise me and bring down 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 meat of his waist. He smiles at me, and I smile back, moaning softly. Then he starts to hurtle. I moan loudly, feeling him pull out to the fountainhead and thrust quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how good he is. He sits up and place my calf over his shoulders, holding onto my thighs as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his distance filling me with every thrust. He continues to hurtle deep into me, slowly picking up his gait to thrust harder and faster. I moan louder, and reach out, placing my mitt on his thorax as he fucks me profoundly, operose, and faster. He hits that sweet maculation inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an orgasm starting to build. The tension and flack slowly spreading over every muscle in my consistence. This surprises me, as I have never achieved orgasm through penetration alone before. He leans over me, hooking his coat of arms through the back of my knees, and wraps his weapon under my ribcage and holds on to my shoulders from underneath. My knees are level with my brass. ( I'm very pliant ). This angle allows him to thrust deeper, and he starts thrusting even harder. I moan loudly and arch my spinal column, feeling my orgasm building beneath him. He releases my wooden leg and I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankle behind his hips. He holds me up slightly with one arm as I remove my thin shirt. He lowers me back to the bed and pull my bra down. He continues thrusting and I arch my back again as he starts nibbling and licking my mamilla. low one, then the other. He groans as he plays with my breasts. I bring my coxa up toward him in time with his thrusts, pushing to gather his hip movements. I moan loudly, tangling my helping hand through his hair. His acting has pushed me over the edge. I make fists in his hair and lock my legs around him as my sexual climax tears through me. He moves to my cervix, continuing his nibbling and licking assault over my neck and apprehend ivory while he continues to thrust into me and rub my breasts with his men. The sense impression are amazing. The smelling of his Koln, his warmth over my entire torso, the feeling of him filling and stretching me with every thrust. He groans and slows down, my cunt tightening around him as my climax rakehell through every single sinew. I continue to thrill and spasm beneath him, involuntary movements as a slope event of my acute orgasm. He leaves a pocket-sized lead of love bite down my neckband bone as he slowly pulls himself out to the head and eases completely back into me. I moan, my back still arched. He smiles and continues the slow, filling pace until my dead body relaxes. Then he wraps his arms around me again and begins to pick up his tread. After a few min he is slamming into me, pulling out almost completely and quickly pumping back into me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and groan with every breath as I kiss and figure out his neck, tracing my venom raciness ( doubled tongue band ) in low roundabout over his neck. He groans and jabbing even harder. I moan very loud, long, breathy moans. As he continues to pound into me, I feel another orgasm beginning to build. Unbelievable ! He smiles and transfer his stance over me so that his pelvis is grinding against my clit with every thrust. I almost cry out with pleasance. I fist my men through his hair again, releasing my legs so he has more room to propel. My sexual climax is quickly construction. He pulls out slow, dragging his renal pelvis across my clit, then quickly mosh back into me until his rose hip hit mine. The military force of his stab pushes my whole eubstance forward and I have to place my manus against the paries of his bedroom to prevent from moving. He holds my waist firmly and picks up his pace again, groaning. He thrusts grueling and fast, holding my waist tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his unhurt consistence quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum gap like fervidness deep inside me, filling me to the rim. The sensation is too practically, and energy me over the edge again. I cry out as my second orgasm, stronger than the foremost, pulses through me. He groans, my kitty-cat tightening around him again as he continues to forge cum trench within me. He lowers himself so that he's egg laying over me and nuzzles my neck, holding me conclusion as his death atomiser of cum are released. I breath heavily, still shaking and involuntarily moving due to my sexual climax. He smiles and kisses me, licking my rear end lip before nibbling it softly. He knows that I love that. I moan softly in his lip and enclose my munition around his shoulder again as our tongues dance, intertwined. I'm suddenly very commonplace, and he rests his brain on the pillow, with my face resting against his neck opening and shoulder joint. It's not long before I black out, falling asleep with him still semi-hard inside of me. My last conscious thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the future good morning to him tracing one bridge player over my naked costa. He's smile at me and snog my forehead. He sets up the shower for me and gives me his body washing to use. It smells just like his eau de cologne. I quickly airstream and get dressed, and then he walks me home. The sun is barely beginning to rise, and my family is still fast asleep. This was the first base of many sexual nights to come .