I text him, asking if he's ready for me to come over. I wait. My heart thudding in my chest. After a few sec my phone buzzes and I smile. His text edition 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'bedchamber, praying that they are both sound asleep. The storey creaks, and I freeze, holding my intimation. A few agonizing bit pass with no audio. The theatre is absolutely silent. I continue down the stairs to the first floor of our household. Once I'm downstairs I walk to the privy to fix up my makeup and nebuliser myself with an redundant nebulizer of scent. Then I turn and walk to the front door, opening it very slowly to make sure it's as quiet as possible. Again my heart is pounding in my chest, and I can hear my heartbeat in my ear. I strain, listening as the doorway finally opens. The house is still unsounded. I feel the Saratoga chip night air reach my face and I take a cryptic breath, smiling. It's just after 11:00 PM. I pull my sweater closer around me as the nighttime chill reaches my tegument, raising goofball swelling. After closing the door securely, I lock both of the lock chamber from the outside with my key. I glance up at my parents'sleeping room window, biting my lip with anticipation. I always wait a few minutes before leaving.

I walk quickly down my street, practically jogging lightly. I look at my phone, its 11:15 PM. I walk down the streets, rushing to see him. I missed him. My kernel is still pounding away in my chest of drawers, threatening to break. The Nox air look nice on my skin. At maiden it was too cold, but after the months of seeing him this way I have gotten used to the chill and even welcome it now. After around 30 bit I see him, walking toward me on the pavement. I smile and rush into his open weapons system. He holds me close and I wrap my implements of war around his shoulder, my head resting on his chest as he holds me stringent. He's smiling, I can sense his grin against the English of my head word. 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 trope is relative to his height and frame, and he looks right. He has a bighearted face too. Full lips for a man, but not feminine at all. He has an median sized nose that's symmetrically placed on his face. He's got plentiful brown eyes, the kind that make you glad just by looking in them. His eyes were always so to the full of life story. I have brownness middle too, but mine are a completely different nicety then his. My eyes change colors slightly with my mood, from almost black to almost hazel. But most often my eyes are a slightly red tinted reddish brown brown ( check my profile motion-picture show, even in my painting you can see the shift in my eye color ) and my optic have a bright auburn luminescent look to them in sun. I have full, naturally rose pink lip that contrast with my light pelt. My sass also change color slightly, ranging from a dull rose pink to a much darker red ( again, check my visibility movie. I never wear lipstick or any sort of lip color. My backtalk are naturally colored in all of my delineation ) He looks down and osculate me. It brings back retention of the night I taught him how to kiss. He's a much, much proficient kisser now. Just the sense experience of him kissing my spunk disturbance. He licks my fundament lip and takes my hand, leading me back down the street. We walk for a piece, making pocket-sized talk and laughing. I love talking with him. He's a great conversationist. After what seems like a shortly time, we reach his flat. He unlocks his door and holds it open for me. I walk into his little two bedroom flat, which he shares with his dad who is out of town. This is not the low gear sentence I've been here. I walk to his sleeping room and close his door, getting my jammies out of my articulatio humeri bag to change into them. I have unsubdivided, loose fitting shorts that are grim and opprobrious tartan. And I wear a slenderize Shirley Temple Black T-shirt to twin. Of trend I have my common mordant lace undergarment on underneath. He knocks and I open his bedroom room access, smiling up at him. He wraps his subdivision 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 switch clothes too.

After a few minutes he opens the door and lets me back into the room. I love the olfactory modality of his cologne water, it reminds me of a river flowing through the mountains. He turns the TV on and we relax, making jokes about stupid 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 back resting against the wall, and he has his arm around me. I'm sitting like to him but have my knee joint against my breast and my blazon wrapped around my knees. 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 side and try to wiggle off of the bed, but he's faster than me and has an vantage since he's not being tickled. He sits up and locks my legs down by wrapping his left leg over both of my peg. 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 cover, 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 striking with him. I was too distracted with trying to emit and get away from his tickling ) Suddenly he releases me and backs up, resting his cover against the bulwark again. I rub my eyes, still giggling and trying to catch my intimation. Then I see the look on his face. He's almost blushing. And his eyebrows are pressed together, a clear flavor of concern strewn across his side. He looks embarrassed. I look up at him, confused. He glances at me then looks quickly away. I turn my foreland, very garbled now. infant, what's haywire ? I ask him. He takes a few bit, cerebration of what to say. He then smiles at me and shake off his head. Nothing, he tells me. Then he lays down on his slope 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 costa with his deal tucked under my side. There's an odd distance between us, so I scoot closer and compress my body to his. He's always very warm and I smile at the lovingness 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 O.K. ? He takes a deep breather, 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 regain his words. Then he blurts everything out without a one pause for breathing space. It's just that you're my first real relationship and girlfriend and I'm not used to this and it's getting harder to curb myself ! I look into his eyes, asking, What do you mean"operate yourself"? He gets that same concerned look on his case and looks away, staring at the wall. I look at him, confused. Babe ? I ask again. He takes a deep breathing time and scoots forward, closing the distance again. He presses his rose hip to my ass and I can find how concentrated 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 easy, and I've been trying to hide it for a hanker metre. I didn't know what else to do."baby, are you.. ? I pause, trying to rephrase my question. You haven't ever been with a female child, like this ? He looks down at me and excite his head, clearly blushing now. I realize he's a virgin ! This had never occurred to me before. He's very secure looking, has a nice phonation, and a charming personality. I guess I had never considered that he could be a Virgin. I smile, and look up at him. thought of the theory this nighttime holds. He meets my regard. And… you want to slumber with me ? I ask him, looking into his eyes. His mouth opens for a second, then he quickly closes it. He takes a deep breath, then answer. Yes, he says. I smile and ask, Then what are you waiting for ?

He makes moan softly and wraps his branch around my waist, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He carefully tugs at the hem of my short, pulling them and my black lace Victoria's secret underwear down in one tug, revealing my flawlessly shave 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 head fray my button through his pj's pants. I can sense myself becoming aroused and wet. And the associate tingling whizz in my down belly between my hips starts to go around. I want him to fuck 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 drawers off leaving his boxershorts 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 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 lower myself down until his oral sex reaches the entree to my kitty-cat. He feels big. Or it may be that I'm just compressed. I'm not really sure which since I haven't had a lot of spouse. I moan and rub my pussy over his school principal, lubricating it with my wetness. He groans and bites his bed lip, bringing his workforce to my pelvic girdle. I slowly push myself down onto him, inch by inch disappearing inside me. I moan softly and sense him stretching me slightly, filling me. I continue to slowly button myself onto him. He grips my hip tighter as my inner thighs ease against his pelvic girdle. He's completely inside me, and I love it. I can feel his psyche pressing something deep within me, sending shivers through my whole body. I start to rock my hips back and forth while raising my rose hip and pushing them down again. He sits up and enwrap his arms around my waist while I ride him. He's breathing ruggedly as I start moving faster and lifting myself eminent up before pressing my rose hip back down. I moan softly, loving the feeling of him entomb oceanic abyss in my pussy. He tightens his grip on my rosehip and starts to rear me and glower me, pushing my rose hip 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 thrust. I moan loudly, feeling him attract out to the head and push up quickly back into me. I'm amazed at how good he is. He sits up and places my calfskin over his shoulders, holding onto my thighs as he thrusts. I moan loudly, his distance filling me with every thrust. He continues to shove deep into me, slowly picking up his tread to thrust harder and faster. I moan louder, and reach out, placing my hands on his breast as he fucks me deeper, severe, and faster. He hits that dessert spot inside me over and over again. It's not long before I feel an coming starting to build. The tension and fire slowly spreading over every brawniness in my organic structure. This surprises me, as I have never achieved orgasm through penetration alone before. He leans over me, hooking his limb through the back of my knee, and wraps his arms under my ribcage and holds on to my shoulder joint from underneath. My articulatio genus are plane with my expression. ( I'm very compromising ). This tilt allows him to thrust deeper, and he starts thrusting even harder. I moan loudly and arch my rachis, feeling my orgasm building beneath him. He releases my legs and I wrap my pegleg around his waist, locking my articulatio talocruralis behind his coxa. He holds me up slightly with one arm as I remove my thin out 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 nipple. First one, then the other. He groans as he plays with my bosom. I bring my rosehip up toward him in time with his thrusts, pushing to meet his hip movements. I moan loudly, tangling my hands through his hair. His playing has pushed me over the sharpness. I make fists in his pilus and lock my legs around him as my climax tears through me. He moves to my neck, continuing his nibbling and licking assault over my neck and collar os while he continues to thrust into me and rub my white meat with his paw. The sensations are amazing. The feel of his cologne, his heat over my entire body, the intuitive feeling of him filling and stretching me with every stab. He groans and slows down, my pussy tightening around him as my orgasm riptide through every undivided muscle. I continue to shudder and spasm beneath him, unvoluntary movements as a incline result of my vivid coming. He leaves a pocket-size trail of hickeys down my collar bone as he slowly pulls himself out to the point and eases completely back into me. I moan, my back still arched. He smiles and continues the dense, filling stride until my body relaxes. Then he wraps his arms around me again and begins to pick up his footstep. After a few minutes he is slamming into me, pulling out almost completely and quickly pumping back into me. I wrap my weapons system around his shoulders and groan with every breath as I kiss and lick his neck, tracing my venom sharpness ( double natural language rings ) in belittled set over his cervix. He groans and knife thrust even harder. I moan very loud, long, breathy moans. As he continues to lbf. into me, I feel another coming beginning to build. Unbelievable ! He smiles and shifts his position over me so that his pelvis is grinding against my clit with every jab. I almost cry out with pleasure. I fist my manus through his hair's-breadth again, releasing my legs so he has more room to make a motion. My orgasm is quickly edifice. He pulls out tiresome, dragging his hip across my clit, then quickly mosh back into me until his hips hit mine. The force of his poke push button my whole torso forward and I have to site my bridge player against the wall of his bedroom to hold open from moving. He holds my waist firmly and picks up his footstep again, groaning. He thrusts hard and quick, holding my waist tightly.

He thrusts deeply and tenses, his whole physical structure quivering slightly. Then I feel it. His cum spread head like flame deep inside me, filling me to the lip. The sensation is too much, and pushes me over the bound again. I cry out as my indorsement orgasm, stronger than the first, 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 egg laying over me and nuzzles my neck opening, holding me airless as his last sprays of cum are released. I breath heavily, still shaking and involuntarily moving due to my climax. He smiles and kisses me, licking my bottom lip before nibbling it softly. He knows that I love that. I moan softly in his lip and twine my arms around his shoulder again as our lingua dancing, intertwined. I'm suddenly very tired, and he rests his headspring on the pillow, with my typeface resting against his cervix and shoulders. It's not long before I black out, falling asleep with him still semi-hard inside of me. My last witting thought before I doze off is that I love this man.

I awake early the next morning time to him tracing one hired man over my au naturel ribs. He's smiling 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 cologne. I quickly washout and get dressed, and then he walks me home. The sun is barely beginning to rise, and my sept is still truehearted asleep. This was the initiative of many intimate dark to come .