I stayed there for a long five minutes, contemplating what I was getting into.I stayed there for a long five minutes, contemplating what I was getting into. Something too young, yet obviously mature enough to know what she wanted. My cock, however, was contemplating only one thing and it won the debate. Slowly, I stood and went into the bedroom. She lay atop the covers, naked, eyes closed, one hand moving between her rounded thighs, the other toying with the small mounds of her breasts and the stiff little spikes of her nipples. Her hips were rocking slightly and the aroma of her juices was rich in the room. She opened her eyes and slowly focused on me. "You promised..." I shucked my clothes quickly. She watched avidly. I stretched out next to her on the bed. "Have you done this before?" "With a boy? No." "It'll hurt, the first time." "No it won't. I had an accident on a bike a long time ago." Her eyes unfocused and she moaned. Her hand was moving faster between her legs. "Pleease, don't make me wait..." I leaned down and kissed her soft, sweet lips. She may not have fucked before, but she sure as hell had done some practicing kissing. Her lips were demanding and her tongue was expert and she savored the kiss as much as I did. When I finally broke it off, I started kissing the line of her jaw, then her ears and finally started working down over her soft throat and chest. Her hand went to the back of my head, guiding my mouth to her little tits. They were unbelievably sweet and vulnerable, so small and fresh. Her skin was smooth and very, very firm. |