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Note: Every character in this story is over 18 years old!

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It wasn’t the prettiest place, but there was a certain comfort being here. Like reading your favourite book, rolled into a chair with a cup of hot tea by your side on a rainy day.

I slouched onto the couch, my leg hanging over the arm of the seat. There were random papers lying on the eating table. Opened textbooks were flat beside me, shifting with my moving weight. Pillows were set on the old, darkening wooden floor.

“Yo Anne, I have your stuff that you left the other day.” Michael said coming out of his room, dashing my bag in my direction.

I caught the bag in my hands and it immediately dropped onto the couch from its heavy weight. I snorted, trying to cover the fact that my arms were as weak as noodles.

“You want to sleep now?” he asked, hopping beside me. “You can sleep in my room while I take the couch—”

“No.” I said firmly and grabbed his thick wrist in my hands. A blush immediately started to travel across my face. I was embarrassed to say it out loud so I just shook my head.

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Then what?”

I sat up and clung to his arm like a pet. “I…uh…want to sleep with…” my voice became really quiet, buried somewhere in my throat. “You.” I managed to whisper.

It was the first time I was alone at Michael’s house, even in the past year that we had started dating. We had just come back from the weekly Friday sessions at church. The particular topic the girls’ discussed today was on friendship—how to exalt Christ through our interactions with one another. It was an interesting discussion to hear the girls talk about how they’ve shared our faith with non-believers. We closed with prayers, offering any requests. I asked for the usual: to get good grades for a good university program and blah blah blah.

Michael started attending our youth group since we began dating. Being the out-spoken, confident guy he was, he easily fit in with our church. Prior to our relationship, he was never religious and only attended church when his mother occasionally forced him. I never forced him (or at least, I hope I didn’t); I simply suggested that he come one time. Ever since then, he always looked forward to the weekends— not to go out with friends, but to come to church.

“A-are you sure?” he asked almost sheepishly. It was weird to hear him sound so awkward as he was always the out-going one. Early in our relationship, I established the physical boundaries. I told him that I wanted to wait until marriage until we were to become very intimate.

Yet I drew closer to him until our noses were touching. “Yes,” I whispered into his skin that was already growing hot.

I placed my lips onto his and paused for a brief moment. He pulled away, gently pushing my body to create space between us. “Maybe you should go back home, you have homework to do tomorrow morning right?”

He echoed my conscience, which refused to shut up. Virginity, purity, promises to God, promises to myself, my parents, the church…these words kept whirling around my mind, like leaves circling the round path of wind on an autumn day.

I ignored the thoughts and pressed my lips against his once more, opening my mouth slightly to taste his. He smiled against my mouth and I felt his teeth lightly graze my lips. Again, he pulled back. “Anne,” he said very firmly. “Are you sure?”

He was staring directly into my eyes. His reluctance to give into my request was so caring, so thoughtful, so loving, and only made me want him even more.

My reflection pooled in his hazel eyes, the green-brown rims almost sparkling with anxiety and hope and lust. I shyly nodded, biting my lip at the same time. He sighed longingly and proceeded to kiss me firmly this time.

We were rarely alone in a confined space. I always made sure that something could interrupt us so that I would never have the chance to compromise my purity. He respected it even though I sometimes heard his friends mock him for being such a prude with me. His regard for my wishes only made me fall for him more.

He then pulled me upward so that I could stand against him, never allowing his lips to leave mine. I felt him smile even with my eyes closed, and I couldn’t help but giggle. My mouth felt bare when he stopped kissing me momentarily and led me to his room. I followed his lead with my fingers laced between his. I never knew my fingers could be so sensitive, but I felt like I was holding threads of gold, holding all that’s precious in this world.

‘Maybe just a few kisses, then we’ll sleep.’ I told myself, trying to calm my gnawing conscience.

As he scooped me into his arms and dropped me onto his unmade bed, I forgot the promises I made to God. My hair fanned beneath me, spilling all over his pillow. He hovered over my body and stared at me for a few moments. I saw his eyes flicker up and down as he observed all of me. He then dipped into the side of my neck, which I arched for a better access.

The scent of his skin was intoxicating. escort izmit It was musky, masculine—everything a man was supposed to smell like. It was divine, much better than any cologne could ever do.

‘Should I continue?’ I asked myself, hearing again what I thought was the voice of God warning me. His mouth trailed over my skin, placing light kisses that were bordering ticklish.

Acting on the need to be closer to him, I spread my legs wider, letting our bodies tangle together. His arm was at my side, trying to keep his weight off me, while his free hand glossed my stomach underneath my blouse. His lips moved everywhere, gently on my eyebrow, on the pink of my cheek, my soft chin, my sensitive earlobes, the expanse of my neck…I was a treasure he desperately wanted to explore. He murmured little things, heart-felt compliments, making my heart pound all the more.

I too, worshipped his body. I kissed his pointy, little nose and felt it scrunch up with his smile. My lips brushed his unshaved cheeks, feeling and adoring the sensation of his rough stubble prickling me. I nibbled on his chin, earning a soft hum of laughter. He allowed my lips to travel down to his neck and rest on the fast pulse that beat with searing pleasure. Discovering his wiry body, the lining of his muscles completely enraptured me. My hands sneaked underneath his t-shirt and I noted the way his back tensed when I made little circles all over his skin. I lazily dragged my hands up to his shoulders, feeling him shiver.

“Sh-should we take our tops off?” I asked after letting my hands leave his body, avoiding eye contact. My cheeks were turning red with anticipation and slight embarrassment.

He giggled at my shyness. “Um, I guess so…?” I heard the grin in his voice.

I held the hem of my shirt in my fingers, ready to take it off. “Actually,” I stopped. “You go first!”

I lifted my eyes to take a peek at him. He was smiling even harder while his eyes wandered all over the room. “Alright,” he said simply and stripped his t-shirt off his body.

As soon as I saw him half naked, I couldn’t help but literally smile from ear to ear. I felt so silly having such an immature reaction. “Wow…” I whispered and reached out to touch him once more. I smoothed my hands over his shoulders, running them up and down his toned arms. “Wow…look at you…you’re…” I tried to hide the smile that grew on my face. “Just wow.”

Though I was focused on his body, I could feel his eyes focused on me. “Do I get to see you?” he asked with a smirk as I continued to feel him everywhere.

I suddenly drew my hands back to myself and sheepishly crossed my arms over my body. I never even wore bikinis and changed in the washroom stalls for phys ed. The idea of a guy seeing my body was incomprehensible.

“No,” I said teasingly, shaking my head.

“Okay,” he replied quickly. I knew he never wanted to pressure me into anything.

There was an awkward silence.

“Alright fine! Just don’t look.” I tried taking my shirt off, but it got stuck on my head. “Oh my gosh!” I whined as I struggled to completely remove it.

I heard him burst into laughter. “Don’t laugh at me!” I scolded him, with the shirt still half-stripped.

He continued to laugh anyway and helped finish the job. I felt the cool air on my half naked body, as well as his eyes widening at its sight. “I said not to look!” With one hand, I reached to cover his eyes while the other crossed over my chest.

There he went with his wondrous laughter. He took my hand away from his face and held my fingers between his. “That’s…that’s wow.” He tried to suppress his smile by pressing his lips together. “So beautiful…”

I was scared of what he might think of my boobs, but the look of lust and love in his eyes was so reassuring. He slowly rose his other hand towards my chest and paused to meet my eyes, as if to ask for permission to continue. I loved how he always made sure that I was okay before proceeding to do anything. My panties became so moist and I became a little self-aware, wondering if it might show through my pants. He tentatively touched my breasts with warm hands.

His were the first pair of hands, other than my own, to ever touch my boobs. My self-consciousness was quickly replaced with excitement. He drew my erected dark nipple between his thumb and index finger and gently squeezed. I squealed in delight, surprised at how sensitive I was there. His eyes widened when he heard me moan and so he did it once more, marvelling at my reaction. He continued to twist and twirl my nipple in his fingers while I closed my eyes, enjoying this feeling. I couldn’t believe how good this felt.

No longer able to control himself, he leaned down and kissed my other nipple. I gasped at the feeling of his lips on me and was taken back entirely when he began to suckle me. If pinching my nipple felt really good, this was something else entirely. By instinct, I grabbed his head and held it by my chest, encouraging him to keep going. His tongue flicked against my hardened izmit darıca escort nipple while his fingers played with its twin. He lightly grazed his teeth on my sensitive bud, only heightening the maddening sensation I had been feeling. I wished that he would bite harder, but I was too embarrassed to voice my desire. I pushed my breast farther to him and he seemed to understand, nearly taking all of me into his mouth. He grasped my nipple between his teeth and bit down hard. I yelped out of the slightly painful but satisfying pressure on my sensitive buds.

He released my nipple and looked up at me with a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay?” he asked, while my nipple was just inches away from his mouth.

“Yes! Yes! Please…” I said, offering my other breast to him.

He smirked at me, nevertheless following my wishes. He kissed his way across my chest, leaving a trail of saliva with him. He didn’t neglect my other nipple, quickly pinching it as soon as his lips engulfed my left one into his mouth.

I hadn’t realized that I had begun grinding my crotch into his leg until this pressure built up in me, a pressure I really needed to relieve. As he sucked on my other breast, he began to unbutton my pants. My self-consciousness returned and I unknowingly closed my legs together, making it difficult for him to further undress me.

“Are you okay?” he stopped kissing my breast and asked again.

I nodded. I really wanted this. I needed this, I needed him. “Yes…yes please keep going”

He licked his lips, glad to hear my response. I helped him finish the job as I awkwardly wiggled out of my tight pants, to which he then dramatically flung across the room. I was wearing a pair of simple white panties. They weren’t anything special and I soon regretted only buying cheap underwear in packages, rather than hand picking them at the specialty lingerie stores. Yet he didn’t seem to think so as I noticed him staring right between my legs.

“You’re so sexy…” he whispered and slowly eased my legs apart. I became more and more wet when I finally realized that I was the only one half naked.

“Michael I want to see you too,” I requested quietly.

He smiled at me and gladly began to take his pants off. How did I not realize how big he was? Even through his dark jeans, I could see his outline proudly jutting itself through. I was so intrigued by it, I hurried for him to strip so I could see it more clearly. I too threw his pants onto the ground, unable to wait so I could finally see and feel him. He was wearing tight grey boxers, darkened by a spot of pre-cum at the tip of his dick. It was amazing how I could see the clear outline of his cock, right down to his mushroom like head even through this piece of clothing.

I had a deep curiosity and urge to see all of him, and not only that, but to see and feel him with my own hands and have his gorgeous body against my own. Yet at the same time, I wanted us to keep our underwear on and maintain this mystery. My guilt began to gnaw at me and for a moment, I was inclined to at least put my bra back on.

He disrupted that train of thought when he began to rub his finger on my pussy, right at the wet spot on my panties. With his other hand, he grabbed my right nipple and began to roll it between his fingers. He resumed what he had stopped before, licking my other nippie with his tongue.

This was too much.

I didn’t know what to concentrate on, everything felt so good I really thought I would explode. I couldn’t stop squirming while lying on his bed, savouring every moment of what felt like heaven.

“Let yourself moan Anne, no need to be shy,” he breathed on my wet breast.

I hadn’t realized that I was holding my breath and scared to make noise. I opened my mouth, letting myself fully enjoy the man I loved worshipping my body. He stopped rubbing my pussy and pushed my soaked panties aside, slipping a finger inside of me.

That was the first time anything ever entered me! It wasn’t even painful as some rumours had warned, but I was so wet that his finger easily passed through. His mouth left my breast and he kissed me on the lips instead, his tongue already searching for mine, trying to find more ways to be inside of me. I heard a growl in the back of his throat as he pulled his finger in and out, in and out, slowly but steadily increasing speed. While he massaged my pussy, he was closely staring at my face with his mouth slightly open, examining my reactions.

He then inserted another digit into me and I felt myself stretch more open, shocked at how much more full I felt. I could hear the moist sound of his fingers quickly coming in and out of my pussy and my breath heightening. His fingers were deep in me, all the way to the knuckle, his hand cradling my bottom.

He took out his fingers and I saw just how wet they had become. He hooked the edges of my panties and pulled them down, tossing them to the side of his bed. Now I was completely naked, completely vulnerable. I laid on my back, my pussy izmit rus escort throbbing for more of Michael, and I was curious and anxious to see what he was going to do when he spread my legs apart and started to kiss my legs.

He began with my calves, planting wet kisses up my legs. “Fuck…You’re so sexy,” he whispered as he pressed his lips on the inside of my thighs. His vulgar language turned me on even more.

Yet I was nervous to see what he was going to do. “Michael…what are you doing?”

“I want to taste you,” his bright hazel eyes were mad with lust and ambition as he stared at my pussy glistening with my own juices.

I became self-conscious once more and closed my legs, shuffling away from his face. “No, no…That’s…That’s dirty!” I told him as I plopped myself onto my forearms so that we were at eye level.

He kissed my knees, trying to calm me down, and eased my legs to open them once more. “You look delicious, don’t worry,” he said, eager to really put his mouth on me. I had thought that my vagina was dirty and that no mouth should ever go near it, but I knew how good he was at kissing and couldn’t help but wonder how that would feel on my most intimate regions.

And so I carefully separated my knees, letting him resume kissing my inner thighs, inching closer and closer to my pussy until I could feel his hot breath on me. I felt shivers when he blew on my lips and a sudden jolt of pleasure ran through me when his tongue began to lap at me.

“Oh my God!” I screamed, trying to process this new sensation. His tongue dug through my lips and he licked and licked, and my God my senses were overloading. I saw his nose resting on me as he kissed and nibbled and licked his way around my vagina. He took his mouth away for a moment, a trail of his saliva and my juices strung off his lips, then proceeded to spread my lips apart with his fingers as if to open a present.

“Your pussy looks like a fruit.” He said pleasantly. His thick pink lips were shining with moisture. “So pretty,” he feasted once more, his tongue probing even deeper than before.

He brought his tongue up and up, until it was between my folds and he started to lick at what I could only think was my clit. I moaned terribly loudly at this newfound pleasure, locking my knees together and squeezing his face between my thighs. His eyes would flicker up momentarily to see my face and he would resume to concentrating on my pussy, like it was a treasure. He grabbed onto my hips as he sucked on my little button, driving me absolutely crazy. The pressure I had been feeling this entire time was building higher and higher as I grabbed his curly hair between my fingers, trying to relieve this pent up energy inside of me. He added a finger to the mix, sliding it through my vagina as he played with my clit with his tongue.

It was all too much.

The pressure was building and building until everything came undone and this energy was all released, and I felt all the pleasure explode in multiple moments. I unabashedly moaned and gripped his hair even more tightly, his face squished between my thighs, allowing this wave of pleasure to wash over me, and he didn’t stop, didn’t stop eating my pussy or fingering me, but continued until I finished coming.

With one final breath, I let go of him and fell onto my back. I was breathing so heavily and felt exhausted while my pussy was throbbing. “Was that an orgasm?” I asked Michael and closed my eyes, trying to regain my energy.

“Your welcome!” he said, giving a quick peck on the lips.

“Wow. That was just…wow.” I didn’t know what else to say because that was my first time ever orgasming and it literally felt out of this world. Michael laid down beside me and I saw that he was still wearing his grey boxers and his cock looked bigger than ever, straining to escape out of its confinements.

I wanted to please him the way he just did with me, so I crawled on top of him, dropping my legs on both his sides and admired this gorgeous view below me. “I love you,” I told him sincerely, feeling this glow in my stomach and an incredible catharsis. I leaned forward and kissed his chiseled chest. I continued all over his chest, making my way down to his hard stomach and felt the little tuffs of hair leading to his groin. As I inched closer down, I could smell his manhood. The scent was enticing and difficult to describe, encompassing a wonderful balance between salt, masculinity, wood, and soap.

His boxers were nearly coming off as his dick made a tent below and I saw a peek of his thick, curly pubic hair. I had an intense fascination of what he would look like. I had never even seen pictures of penises, only having seen medical photos and diagrams in health class and at the doctors, let alone viewing a fully erected one.

I slowly peeled his boxers off and his sprung out, hard and proud sticking upright. This was the first penis I’ve ever seen! I felt so excited and so naughty at the same time. Dark skin covered most of his shaft and there were outlines of thick veins underneath, save for the large naked head. It was slightly purple up until the little hole at the tip and I recalled from health class that this was where semen was ejaculated. I wondered how much semen would come out from Michael and what it would look like.

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