I text him, asking if he's ready for me to come over. I wait. My heart thudding in my chest. After a few seconds my phone buzzes 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 edge my way past my parents'bedroom, praying that they are both sound asleep. The floor creaks, and I freeze, holding my breath. A few agonizing second gear pass with no phone. The house is absolutely silent. I continue down the stairs to the first off floor of our house. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the bathroom to fix up my makeup and spray myself with an extra spray of perfume. Then I turn and walk to the front doorway, opening it very slowly to stimulate sure it's as quiet as possible. Again my heart is pounding in my chest, and I can get word my heartbeat in my ears. I strain, listening as the door finally opens. The house is still understood. I feel the potato chip night air make my face and I take a inscrutable breather, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my sweater closer around me as the nighttime shiver reaches my skin, raising jackass bumps. After closing the doorway 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 anticipation. I always wait a few bit 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 chest, threatening to burst. The night air flavor 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 welcome it now. After around 30 minutes I see him, walking toward me on the pavement. I smile and rush into his open arms. He holds me close and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my head resting on his dresser as he holds me tighter. He's grinning, I can feel his grin against the side of my head. He stands a few column inch 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 digit is proportional to his height and frame, and he looks good. He has a liberal look too. Full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an average size nose that's symmetrically placed on his face. He's got rich brown optic, the form that make you happy just by looking in them. His heart were always so full of sprightliness. I have browned eyes too, but mine are a completely different spook then his. My eyes change colors slightly with my mood, from almost disastrous to almost hazel. But most often my eyes are a slightly red tinted mahogany brown ( check my profile ikon, even in my pictures you can see the work shift in my eye color ) and my oculus have a bright auburn luminescent look to them in sunlight. I have full, naturally rose pink brim that contrast with my light cutis. My lips also change people of colour slightly, ranging from a dull rose pink to a much darker red ( again, check my profile pictures. I never wear lipstick or any kind of lip color. My backtalk 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 effective countenance now. Just the esthesis of him kissing my heart to-do. He licks my bottom lip and takes my hand, leading me back down the street. We walk for a while, making diminished talk of the town and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a great conversationalist. After what seems like a little time, we reach his flat. He unlocks his door and holds it open for me. I walk into his belittled two chamber flat, which he shares with his dad who is out of town. This is not the first metre I've been here. I walk to his sleeping accommodation and close his threshold, getting my pajamas out of my articulatio humeri bag to change into them. I have dim-witted, wanton fitting shorts that are wild blue yonder and black plaid. And I wear a thin black T-shirt to match. Of grade I have my usual Black lace undergarment on underneath. He knocks and I open his bedchamber threshold, smiling up at him. He wraps his weaponry around me and partake his nose to mine, making me titter. I step back and close the sleeping room door behind me, knowing that he will vary clothes too.

After a few moment he opens the door and lets me back into the way. I love the smell of his cologne, it reminds me of a river flowing through the deal. He turns the TV on and we relax, making gag 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 rachis resting against the rampart, and he has his arm around me. I'm sitting alike to him but have my articulatio genus against my chest and my blazon wrapped around my human knee. My head is resting on his chest. 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 English 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 curl my legs down by wrapping his left leg over both of my branch. 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 fight 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 middleman 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 back against the wall again. I rub my heart, still giggling and trying to catch my breath. Then I see the smell on his boldness. He's almost blushing. And his supercilium 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 head, very disordered now. sister, what's damage ? I ask him. He takes a few seconds, thought of what to say. He then smiles at me and shakes his head. naught, he tells me. Then he lays down on his side with his limb 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 distance between us, so I scoot closer and squeeze my body to his. He's always very warm and I smile at the fondness I feel now throughout my body. He quickly separates himself from me, replacing the space. I frown and look up at him. Babe ? I ask, You sure that you're okeh ? He takes a deep breath, his eyes closed tightly as if he's struggling with something. I wait. He looks down at me, his center bright. I just, uhmm, it's just that…., he starts but can't seem to find his lyric. Then he blurts everything out without a single break for breathing place. It's just that you're my first off actual relationship and girlfriend and I'm not used to this and it's getting arduous to control myself ! I look into his optic, asking, What do you mean"hold in yourself"? He gets that Same concerned feeling on his face and looks away, staring at the wall. I look at him, confused. babe ? 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 grueling he is. I gasp. Oh ! I exclaim. He looks stymie. I'm sorry ! He quickly apologizes, then adds,"I tried to keep it from happening but it's not well-heeled, and I've been trying to enshroud it for a prospicient time. I didn't know what else to do."baby, are you.. ? I pause, trying to rephrase my interrogative sentence. You haven't ever been with a missy, 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 soundly looking, has a nice voice, and a bewitch personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a Virgo the Virgin. I smile, and look up at him. Thinking of the theory this night holds. He meets my gaze. And… you want to slumber with me ? I ask him, looking into his eyes. His mouthpiece opens for a second, then he quickly closes it. He takes a deep breath, then solution. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes groan softly and wrap up his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He carefully tugs at the hem of my shortstop, pulling them and my black lace Victoria's closed book underwear down in one tug, revealing my cleanly shaven slit. I finish removing the garments and replace myself on his lap. He presses his hips up, groaning softly again. I moan simultaneously as his nous rubs my clit through his pajama pants. I can find myself becoming aroused and wet. And the familiar tingling wiz in my lower belly between my hips starts to diffuse. I want him to be intimate me. I want to be the first ( and possibly only ) girl that he sleeps with. I raise my pelvic girdle off him, and he pulls his pant off leaving his packer on. I hold myself above him using my thighs as he positions himself beneath me. I gasp when I see his size of it. He must be at least 6 in 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 fille he's been waiting for. I smile at him and slowly lower myself down until his headland reaches the entering to my pussy. He feels big. Or it may be that I'm just miserly. I'm not really sure as shooting which since I haven't had a lot of mate. I moan and rub my puss over his read/write head, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his backside lip, bringing his hands to my hip joint. I slowly push myself down onto him, inch by in disappearing inside me. I moan softly and feel him stretching me slightly, filling me. I continue to slowly push button myself onto him. He grips my hips tighter as my privileged thighs residuum against his pelvis. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can feel his pass pressing something deep within me, sending shivers through my unharmed dead body. I start to shake my hips back and forth while raising my hips and pushing them down again. He sits up and enwrap 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 hip back down. I moan softly, loving the feeling of him buried deep in my pussy. He tightens his suitcase on my hips and starts to lift me and lowly me, pushing my articulatio coxae down hard. I moan louder. He groans and rolls over, so that I'm beneath him with one leg on either incline 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 stuff quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how good he is. He sits up and places my calves over his shoulder, holding onto my thighs as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his distance filling me with every push. He continues to thrust deep into me, slowly picking up his pace to thrust harder and faster. I moan louder, and touch out, placing my hands on his bureau as he fucks me cryptical, harder, and faster. He hits that dulcet spot inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an orgasm starting to make. The stress and flack slowly spreading over every muscle in my body. This surprises me, as I have never achieved orgasm through penetration alone before. He leans over me, hooking his arms through the back of my knee joint, and wraps his branch under my ribcage and holds on to my shoulders from underneath. My articulatio genus are level 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 sexual climax building beneath him. He releases my legs and I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my articulatio talocruralis behind his rosehip. He holds me up slightly with one arm as I remove my thin shirt. He lowers me back to the bed and pulling my bra down. He continues thrusting and I arch my back again as he starts nibbling and licking my nipple. First one, then the other. He groans as he plays with my tit. I bring my hips up toward him in prison term with his thrusts, pushing to meet his hip campaign. I moan loudly, tangling my hands through his hair. His playing has pushed me over the edge. I make fist in his hair and lock my legs around him as my orgasm bust through me. He moves to my neck opening, continuing his nibbling and licking ravishment over my cervix and catch bones while he continues to hurl into me and rub my breasts with his hands. The superstar are amazing. The smell of his cologne, his warmth over my entire body, the opinion of him filling and stretching me with every thrust. He groans and slows down, my pussy tightening around him as my orgasm rips through every single muscularity. I continue to shudder and spasm beneath him, nonvoluntary movements as a position upshot of my intense orgasm. He leaves a small-scale track of hickeys down my collar bone as he slowly pulls himself out to the fountainhead and eases completely back into me. I moan, my vertebral column still arched. He smiles and continues the dense, filling pace until my body relaxes. Then he wraps his arms around me again and begins to pick up his rate. After a few min he is slamming into me, pulling out almost completely and quickly pumping back into me. I wrap my sleeve around his shoulder joint and moan with every breath as I kiss and work out his neck, tracing my venom morsel ( two-bagger spit tintinnabulation ) in small-scale rope over his neck. He groans and thrusts even harder. I moan very flashy, long, breathy groan. As he continues to pound into me, I feel another orgasm beginning to build. unconvincing ! He smiles and shifts his emplacement over me so that his pelvic arch is grinding against my clit with every jabbing. I almost cry out with pleasure. I fist my hands through his hair again, releasing my legs so he has more room to move. My orgasm is quickly construction. He pulls out deadening, dragging his hip across my clit, then quickly slams back into me until his hips hit mine. The force of his thrusts get-up-and-go my entirely body forward and I have to locate my hand against the wall of his bedroom to preserve from moving. He holds my waist firmly and picks up his stride again, groaning. He thrusts laborious and debauched, holding my waist tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his altogether body quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum cattle farm like fire deep inside me, filling me to the brim. The sensation is too much, and pushing me over the sharpness again. I cry out as my second sexual climax, substantial than the first off, 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 fold as his last sprays of cum are released. I breath heavily, still shaking and involuntarily moving due to my sexual climax. He smiles and kisses me, licking my tail end lip before nibbling it softly. He knows that I love that. I moan softly in his oral cavity and wrap my implements of war around his shoulder again as our lingua saltation, intertwined. I'm suddenly very tired, and he rests his head on the pillow, with my human face resting against his cervix and shoulders. It's not long before I disgraceful out, falling asleep with him still semi-hard inside of me. My stopping point conscious thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the next good morning to him tracing one mitt over my bare ribs. He's smile at me and kisses my os frontale. He sets up the shower for me and gives me his body wash to use. It smells just like his cologne. I quickly wash and get dressed, and then he walks me household. The sun is barely beginning to rise, and my family is still fast asleep. This was the get-go of many sexual nights to come .