Let's sleep together?!
— Let's meet? — he said.
— Let's! — she replied.
— I'll be coming to your city soon for a week or so to see my brother, if I can find a place to stay I might even stay until the end of summer.
— That would be nice. We've been writing to each other for so long. Finally, I'll get to see you.
— Yeah, and we'll finally sleep together. Good, right?
— Yeah.
They had been writing to each other for quite a long time already. She enjoyed this carefree communication and hoped that when they met, they would have equally carefree sex. She had no intention of loving him; there was already someone she loved, unrequitedly.
And then the long-awaited
day of the first, and as she hoped, not the last meeting arrived. Today, she put on the sexiest things she could find in her wardrobe. It was a short skirt that revealed her long, slender legs, a small t-shirt that tightly hugged her third-size breasts, and high-heeled sandals that accentuated her small, narrow feet. Regarding her hair, she decided not to stress and simply made a high ponytail from her long hair. Thankfully, the weather was just right. Warm, with a pleasant breeze blowing. It is the beginning of summer, after all.And there he was, already standing at the appointed place. It was not far from his older brother's apartment. From a distance, he noticed her. Everything was as described. She walked proudly, but with a slight uncertainty, and also recognized him from afar. He was wearing a black shirt and equally black pants.
— Hi. — she said.
— Hello. — he replied. — You're much more beautiful in person than in photos.
— Why all this talk? Maybe we should get down to business? — she said and leaned in to kiss him.
— Wow, I see you're assertive. — he was happy that he finally met a girl he wouldn't have to persuade for long, and with such looks too.
And now they were already riding the elevator to the fifth floor of the building where his brother lived.
— He's at work today, so he won't be back until evening, and even then, he might not even sleep at home. He has a girlfriend, and today is Friday. You know what I mean?
— Fully. We'll be having sex all day and all night.
— Of course. — with these words, he opened the door and they entered a fairly spacious apartment. A path of rose petals was laid out on the floor. She walked along it and came to the bedroom. The curtains were drawn, and the room was illuminated only by candles placed around the bed.
— How sweet that you did all this for me. — she said.
— I'm not a romantic, but I thought you might like it, especially since it's your first time today. — he replied and leaned in to steal a kiss from her.
His strong arms embraced her thin and fragile body, sliding over her firm buttocks. She hugged his shoulders. He kissed her so sweetly that she felt she was about to melt under the onslaught of his passionate caresses. Suddenly, he scooped her up in his arms and gently laid her on the bed as if she were the most precious treasure in his life. Barely landing, she pulled him down with her. And now he was on top of her, kissing her soft neck, enveloping her slender legs. She sat up and began to undress him, button by button, revealing his muscular body. The shirt flew off, followed by her t-shirt. She reached her hands towards the fly of his pants but suddenly stopped as if realizing what she was doing.
— Don't be afraid, he doesn't bite. — he said jokingly. — I understand you're doing this for the first time, so don't worry. Just unbutton the fly, yes, like that, now pull down the pants, see, nothing scary. I see he's already ready. Pull down the underwear, come on, don't worry. Your hands are even shaking. Excellent, you managed. Now give him a little massage. Just be careful, he's quite sensitive. Okay, that's enough for now, now it's my turn.
He leaned over her and ran his hand over her stomach, then moved down to her skirt, unbuttoned it, and tossed it away. Now in his hands, she was only in her underwear. He slipped his hand under and unhooked her bra, then pulled it off and sent it to join the skirt. He stroked her breasts, sucking on her nipples. In the hottest moments, a muffled moan escaped the girl's small mouth. She was breathing heavily, and he—the tempter—enjoyed it. He liked tormenting her with caresses, driving her to oblivion. He reached for her panties; first, he stroked her flower of love through them, then removed them and began to act openly. Covering her body with kisses, he moved lower, parted her slender legs, and pressed his lips to her flower. It already smelled of love's nectar, which drove him crazy. She only emitted languid moans and arched her back in pleasure.
Having enjoyed her body as much as he could, he rose to her ear and whispered:
— Do you still want this? We can stop here today. Remember, the first time is remembered forever.
— I've already made my decision. Either today with you or tomorrow with someone else.
— Alright, as you say. I'll do everything as it should be.
He kissed her again and placed his weapon right at the entrance. She closed her eyes. He made a gentle thrust. The tip slipped inside. She shuddered. Now he slowly placed his rod into her, and now he completely filled her body, plunging in entirely. A thin trickle of blood ran down her slender legs. Small teardrops appeared at the corners of her eyes. He remained inside her, giving her time to get used to it. Feeling she was ready, he moved outward, then inward again. Pain was replaced by pleasure. He moved faster and faster, increasing the pace. She began to move her hips to meet his thrusts. And then she felt something strange. A wave of pleasure, unknown to her before, passed through her entire body. He also paused, and they moaned in unison in pleasure.
Then he came out of her and fell onto the bed beside her. She turned to him and snuggled against his shoulder.
— That's it, sweetheart. Now you're a woman.
— I'm glad I did it with you. — she said and quietly fell asleep on his shoulder.
He looked at the clock; it showed a quarter to one.
Wait for the continuation…
He looked at the clock; it showed a quarter to one.