confident grin that made my heart go pitter-patter spread across his face. There was a touch of sweetness, though. It was just kind of smile that I'd dreamed of receiving from him as long as I'd known him.
"Oh," he said. "I don't know about that."
It was my turn to raise my eyebrows, although I'm pretty sure I looked more like a frightened deer than the self-assured sexpot I sometimes longed to be when I was around him.
"Do you..." I started. "Do you think I'm..."
"Oh, my dear girl," he said. "I think you're rather devastatingly lovely, not to mention bright and charming. If you'd like to jump my bones, I wouldn't hesitate to let you."
“I want you to take me,” I blurted out. It was a ridiculous thing to say, but he didn’t seem to mind.
We stood there in the entryway for a few agonizing seconds. I wanted to touch him, to kiss him, but I was terrified of making the first move. It looked like my dream was going to come true, if I had the courage to try for it.
Finally, I reached one hand out towards him, and then let it drop and turned away out of embarrassment.
He took hold of my shoulders and turned me back to face him. Leaning forward, he closed the distance between us and kissed me.
I'd been kissed a few times before, but mostly by high school boys, sloppy and gross. This was nothing like those kisses. When his lips met mine they were warm and dry and soft against my own, and he pulled me against him, oh, so gently. Unlike the high school boys, he didn't try and immediately put his hand up my shirt or grope my ass or stick his tongue halfway down my throat, he simply let me feel the long line of his body against mine and the insistent press of his lips against my own.
I leaned against him, pressing my breasts into his firm chest and tilting my face up towards his to give him the best access to me. I kept my arms at my side at first, but soon enough, totally swept away by this embrace, I put my arms around him and held him close.
He smelled so amazing. A strong, masculine, spicy scent, not the body odor and Axe that wafted from a high school boy.
Finally, he broke the kiss, let go of my shoulders, and stepped back from me. When he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse.
"Enough. I don't want you to regret this,” he said.
“How could I?” I asked. That kiss was so powerful that I was a little unsteady on my feet. How could I ever regret feelings that strong and wonderful? How could I regret such an amazing man giving me his attention?
He chuckled.
“Oh, a lot of reasons. How about this? Let’s not talk for a week, so you can think about whether or not you want to be with me,” he said, and paused. As his words trailed off, he reached out and tucked a loose lock of hair behind my ear. “Whether or not you want me to fuck you. If you still want that, come to my house next Friday night wearing a sexy dress. I’ll take you out for dinner, and then we’ll come back to my place and I’ll fuck you silly.”
I nodded hesitantly.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked. “Get out of here! I’ll see you in eight days.”
I turned and fled back to my noisy, chaotic house where there was hardly ever any privacy. My nipples were diamond-hard in my bra and I could feel the wetness in my panties as I trotted along, but there was no way to address that need in the room I shared with my sisters.
CHAPTER TWO
Two mornings later, my entire family left for an overnight trip to the beach. I pleaded homework to stay home by myself. It took only five minutes alone for me to decide that today was the day, I couldn’t wait another week, I had to be kissed like that again, I was aching for it.
I sent him a text message: “What would happen if I came over this morning?”
His reply was almost instant: “You’d get what you want, but you’d also get punished for not waiting.”
Mine was nearly as
"Oh," he said. "I don't know about that."
It was my turn to raise my eyebrows, although I'm pretty sure I looked more like a frightened deer than the self-assured sexpot I sometimes longed to be when I was around him.
"Do you..." I started. "Do you think I'm..."
"Oh, my dear girl," he said. "I think you're rather devastatingly lovely, not to mention bright and charming. If you'd like to jump my bones, I wouldn't hesitate to let you."
“I want you to take me,” I blurted out. It was a ridiculous thing to say, but he didn’t seem to mind.
We stood there in the entryway for a few agonizing seconds. I wanted to touch him, to kiss him, but I was terrified of making the first move. It looked like my dream was going to come true, if I had the courage to try for it.
Finally, I reached one hand out towards him, and then let it drop and turned away out of embarrassment.
He took hold of my shoulders and turned me back to face him. Leaning forward, he closed the distance between us and kissed me.
I'd been kissed a few times before, but mostly by high school boys, sloppy and gross. This was nothing like those kisses. When his lips met mine they were warm and dry and soft against my own, and he pulled me against him, oh, so gently. Unlike the high school boys, he didn't try and immediately put his hand up my shirt or grope my ass or stick his tongue halfway down my throat, he simply let me feel the long line of his body against mine and the insistent press of his lips against my own.
I leaned against him, pressing my breasts into his firm chest and tilting my face up towards his to give him the best access to me. I kept my arms at my side at first, but soon enough, totally swept away by this embrace, I put my arms around him and held him close.
He smelled so amazing. A strong, masculine, spicy scent, not the body odor and Axe that wafted from a high school boy.
Finally, he broke the kiss, let go of my shoulders, and stepped back from me. When he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse.
"Enough. I don't want you to regret this,” he said.
“How could I?” I asked. That kiss was so powerful that I was a little unsteady on my feet. How could I ever regret feelings that strong and wonderful? How could I regret such an amazing man giving me his attention?
He chuckled.
“Oh, a lot of reasons. How about this? Let’s not talk for a week, so you can think about whether or not you want to be with me,” he said, and paused. As his words trailed off, he reached out and tucked a loose lock of hair behind my ear. “Whether or not you want me to fuck you. If you still want that, come to my house next Friday night wearing a sexy dress. I’ll take you out for dinner, and then we’ll come back to my place and I’ll fuck you silly.”
I nodded hesitantly.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked. “Get out of here! I’ll see you in eight days.”
I turned and fled back to my noisy, chaotic house where there was hardly ever any privacy. My nipples were diamond-hard in my bra and I could feel the wetness in my panties as I trotted along, but there was no way to address that need in the room I shared with my sisters.
CHAPTER TWO
Two mornings later, my entire family left for an overnight trip to the beach. I pleaded homework to stay home by myself. It took only five minutes alone for me to decide that today was the day, I couldn’t wait another week, I had to be kissed like that again, I was aching for it.
I sent him a text message: “What would happen if I came over this morning?”
His reply was almost instant: “You’d get what you want, but you’d also get punished for not waiting.”
Mine was nearly as
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