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He put the key in the ignition and looked at his watch.

1 a.m.

He thought about it again. Was he insane? Sneaking into his girlfriend's house, with her parents asleep under the same roof? Granted, she was sleeping downstairs and they were upstairs, but still.

Then again, it was her suggestion...and a bit of aggressive on her part to do so ? he didn't want to miss that opportunity.

They'd been dating for a few months and it had taken him some time to break down her walls, so to speak. When he first had his eye on her, he was warned. Sure, she was hot, but she was a Cherry with a capital C. Virgin with a capital V. "No way you're cracking that one," he heard.

Needless to say, he was never one to walk away from a challenge. And he could admit to himself in the wee hours of the morning, at first it had been something of a game. He'd be able to do what the others had not.

But then they started to spend time together, and he began to feel differently. They actually began as a real friendship. A friend he wanted to bang every day of the week, for sure, he thought, smiling, but still. Christ, what 19-year-old guy wouldn't want that.

And their sexual connection was...

It just WAS. He moved slowly. Patiently. Gently. And she frustrated him often and tremendously. Pushing his hand away. That whisper of "Not yet."

In fact, there were times his anger got the better of him and he wanted to just walk away. No girl was worth this.

But then...something clicked. He started to look deeper into her eyes. He'd pull away from their hot kiss as his fingers traced up her side, moving closer and closer to those perfect tits. And he saw her eyes as she stopped his hand. His fingers keep their teasing caress just under, his thumb reaching...reaching upward. And he saw her eyes. Saw the want in there. The need. With her eyes locked on his, he gently pushed past her hand and its weak protest, moving his thumb under and over until he held her in his hand, finding her nipple hard and aching under his fingers.

She moved her hand from in the way to dig her fingers into his back as he slowly pulled the neckline of her soft t-shirt down and found her nipple with his mouth. Her soft moan urged him on, her fingers buried tightly into his hair as he worked her with his tongue.

He smiled to himself as he drove along in the quiet night. After that, there was no stopping the connection. It wasn't like he'd had worlds of sexual experience before her, either, so they opened those worlds together. He could still remember the first time her mouth found his cock, and his utter surprise at how deliciously she worked it ? like she'd been doing it forever instead of the first time.

His cock got hard just thinking about it, and he pushed on the accelerator to go faster.

Still, as hot as he got her, the actual sex took longer than he had wanted it to. He tried not to push it, to scare her off, to be patient, and make her want it instead of him asking for it. And it finally happened ? only recently ? and it was still new to them. The first few times had been quick and delicate. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, so he was gentle, but she was so hot, so tight and so wet he couldn't last that long.

He wanted more. He wanted to do it right. He'd gotten her off hundreds of times, but he wanted to fuck her until she came. So badly.

He was almost there.



She drifted in and out of sleep on the bed, waiting. She'd thought him all day long. His unstoppable hands, his urgent mouth, his hard dick. He unleashed something within her that she had been barely aware was there, but once it was opened, it was undeniable.

She thought of her heart thundering when she would hear his car door slam in the driveway. The güvenilir bahis sound of him walking toward her room. She had been both eager and terrified of the reaction he evoked.

Just as those moments in the dark in his car ? catching her breathless from his kiss, his hand, warm and gentle, but urgent, moving from her knee up to her thigh, her breathing more shallow as his fingers found the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, her instinct to push him away. And he would stop ? until the moment he realized it was gentle relentless of his hands ? of his mouth ? that turned her on the most. His smile into her mouth as his fingers tried again ? and again ? until she was breathless and wanting. Finding her soft and wet ? aching for him.

Her hips moved on the bed, wanting ? waiting.



He parked across the street in the dark night and closed his door gently, just in case.

He found the key where she said it would be, unlocked the door and quietly walked into the house. He shut the door behind him. He listened quietly for any noise. Hearing nothing, he walked toward the direction of her room. He listened at the door, and softly turned the knob.

With the door closed behind him, he turned to her. The room was softly lit with a night light. She was asleep, on her back, breathing softly. The covers had pulled back and he just looked at her at first.

She was wearing a short pale green and white striped buttoned night shirt. The top button was open, and the bottom pushed up above her legs, above her white cotton panties, the shirt open to her belly button. Her elbow was over her head on the pillow and her 18-year-old, gravity-defying tits naked underneath, nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her night shirt.

He was so hard.

She stirred, sensing him there.

Her fingers ran through her hair and she opened her eyes lazily, smiling at him. Their eyes locked together. She opened the next button of her shirt slowly.

Then the next.

Then the last.

He couldn't move.

She left her shirt on and open.

She licked her lips, and whispered...

"Come here."

He snapped then, moved. He was tired of harnessing his aggressive sexuality, taking it easy on her. No more.

Pulled his shirt over his head and climbed over her on the bed, found her belly with his mouth and worked down between her legs, breathed hot and heavy through her cotton panties. She gasped out loud and he stopped.

"Quiiiett," he whispered, smiling, pointing upstairs.

He pulled her panties down slowly, so slowly, and tossed them to floor.

He moved up to her mouth, and whispered.

"That's my fucking pussy. You get it?"

She nodded with that expression of nervousness and heated desire that drove him insane.

"Mine. It will always be mine. No fucking around tonight," he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered as he moved down with his mouth again, pushing her night shirt out of the way, found her nipple with his mouth, with his teeth, and worked it.

He covered her mouth with his hand to stifle her gasping moans and he sucked hard on her aching nipple, teasing it with his tongue. Her chest rose and fell trying to breath under him.

His mouth left her nipple and moved down, until he hooked her knees over his elbows and buried his mouth in her soaked, hot pussy.

She fought him, it was too good. Too much. His tongue too deep, too relentless. He worked the clit she barely knew she had until she met him in rough circles with his tongue until he heard her whisper.

"Oh God, here it comes."

Her back arched and it only made him work her harder, faster, his strong arms holding her steady, unable to escape. She came again. And again. Finally he let her türkçe bahis go. He tried move up on her on the bed again but she fought him, fought him hard, stunning him for a moment. He'd never seen her so wild and he loved. She went straight for the button of his jeans.

"I want this," she whispered.

He grabbed her hand.

"You want what...?" He asked.

She hesitated.

"I want to hear you say it," his hissed at her in a whisper, not letting go of her hand.

"I want your cock," she whispered, her fingers insistent now, moving over it, working past his hand to the button and the zipper.

He closed his eyes.

"I want your cock in my mouth," she whispered.

"That's it...," he said, almost in a gasp.

"I want you to fuck my mouth with your cock," she whispered.

Then he did gasp, laying back on the bed as she worked him out of his jeans and slid his cock into her hungry mouth as deep as she could get it. He realized he had not been the only one holding back and she worked it in and out of her mouth, worked it with her tongue, lapped at it and sucked. Sucked it good.

His fingers buried in her hair and she felt his hips rock and rise to meet her mouth, and turned her on so much she felt like she was going to come from blowing him.

Who does that? What's wrong with me? She thought to herself.

But still, the feeling of his hard, hard pulsing cock against her tongue, it was so good, his hips rocking, his breathing faster, tasting him salty and sweet at the tip, and she felt it, felt it building, and he heard her gasping. Saw her eyes fluttering.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, let it go...just let it go," he whispered.

And that was it ? a powerful orgasm knocked her off her knees and she fell sideways on the bed.

"That is delicious," he whispered into her mouth, and she felt his hard cock against the inside of her thigh.

His fingers followed it, moving her legs open, stroking the sensitive inside of her warm thigh.

"It's so soft...so so soft," he said, and he marveled at how delicate and silky it felt, working his fingers up, up, and inside her slowly, gently.

She gasped loudly. He rested his head on his elbow, his eyes on her, watching her eyes, her mouth, as he worked all her tender places inside until she lifted her hips and came again, so hard. She could feel him so hard against her.

She grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

She looked deeply into his eyes.

"I want you," she whispered.

"What?" he said, smiling.

"You want what?" he said.

"You have to ask me this time," he said.

She kissed his mouth hard and deep, finding his cock with her hand.

"I want you to fuck me," she said, saying his name.

"Ohhh, my," he said.

"Well, I have to tell you...," he whispered, smiling.

"I'm not quite sure I'm ready for that," he said.

She laughed almost out loud.

"Fuck you...," she said.

"Well, ok, if you insist," he whispered.

He moved over her and his cock was right against her hot, wet pussy, moving up and down, hard against it.

"Please," she whispered.

"Are you sure?" he said, smiling.

"PLEASE..." she whispered again.

"Is little Miss Innocent begging me to fuck her? It can't be," he teased her again, and again.

"God, DO it," she said.

"Say it," he hissed at her again.

"Please...please FUCK me...hurry...now," she whispered.

"That's it," he whispered, sliding himself all the way inside her.

She gasped, and he moved gently, so gently.

Her fingers dug into his back. He looked into her eyes. And he knew. Knew it was going to happen this time. Knew what he had to do.

He drew back and slammed his cock all the way inside güvenilir bahis siteleri her, hard.

She gasped loudly and he covered her mouth.

"Like that?" he whispered.

She nodded, frantically, silently over his hand.

"Ahhh. You want it hard?" he said.

He let go of her mouth.

"Yes...yes," she whispered.

He moved hard, again, and again, and again.

Suddenly she felt it, understood what it was, how it was supposed to be, she looked deep into his eyes.

"Faster...," she said.

He smiled.

"Oh yeah?" he said.

"Oh yeah," she said.

He moved hard, fast, faster, and watched her face. Watched it so closely, looking into her eyes. He had done this before but it never felt like this. He had always called bullshit on the whole sex is better when you're in love thing. Viewed it as something teases said to excuse leaving him with blue balls.

But his cock was telling him a different story tonight, watching her face, watching get closer, and closer. His own explosion was building along with hers.

She felt him go harder and harder, she opened her legs wider, wrapping them around him, scratching her fingers down his back, digging them into it.

"Oh God..." she whispered.

"Here it comes," she sighed, her eyes fluttering.

"Yeah, baby, give it to me," he said.

"Give me all you got," he whispered, thrusting in and out of her now as hard and as fast as he could.

"Now...now...now," she whispered, digging her fingernails harder, so hard it hurt, and he welcomed.

She was so hot, so tight and so wet and he bit his lip to keep from coming himself. She gasped shallow and hot, into soft sighs, faster and faster, and he couldn't even bring himself to cover her mouth because he welcomed it, wanted to hear it, wanted it so bad.

Her back arched high, her hard nipples pointing at the ceiling, and she froze, other than the fluttering of her eyes. No breathing, nothing ? the sweetest silence he'd ever heard. He stopped deep inside her to feel it with her, feel her muscles tighten around his cock, hard, feel the explosion of slippery, wet orgasm all over him.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," he whispered. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen. Worth every moment of waiting.

Her fists clenched the sheets as she lowered her back and he started again, unable to stop himself, harder, faster, and she came again, and again.

"Come...come for me," she whispered, in between gasping for air.

"Oh yeah?" he said.

"That's what you want?" he said.

"Fuck, yeah," she said.

He moved slowly, slowly, building it up again, ready to finish.

"This is your pussy," she whispered.

"Oh God," he said, his relentless rhythm unstoppable and frantic.

"It will always be yours, no matter what," she said.

"Come all over it for me," she whispered.

"Oh God, yes...yes," he said, in, and out, and in, and out, feeling her tight, feeling her hot, her fingers into his back, urging him on, pulling her hands back and working her nipples for him, offering them to him.

'Come all over me," she whispered.

And then he was done, once more, twice, and he pulled out, exploding all over her, trying to quiet his loud gasp before falling down to her side on the bed.

"Wow," he said, quietly.

He turned to lean on his elbow again, touching her face. She traced her finger down her belly, brought it to her mouth to taste him, smiling.

He laughed softly.

"You are a BAD girl," he said.

"Had you fooled all this time, didn't I?" she whispered.

He laughed again.

"Me? Nah. Maybe all those other guys. But me? You NEVER had me fooled one bit," he whispered.

"Oh yeah?" she whispered.

"Oh yeah," he whispered.

They knew no matter what the future would bring, there would always be part of them that belonged to one another.

And he realized you don't have to be a virgin to pop your cherry.

The end.