Saturday, November 5, 2011

A- D and I hadn't seen each other in 2 weeks. When we met up, we drove out to a park and parked the car. It was the pouring rain and we immeadiately started making out. Things got heated fast and he reached for the zipper on my pants. We hadn't gone that far before and I was freaked out. My heart started beating out of my chest. "I don't want to do anything you don't want to" D said. I replied "I want it" and he dove right in. It was amazing. He reclined the seat back and laid on top of me. Ever the people pleaser, D would ask me where and how to touch me, what was feeling the best, and telling me how sexy it was when I would moan. I was sweating and arching my back because the pleasure was too much. When it finally built up, I closed my eyes, moaned his name, and was in absolute ecstacy. When we finally calmed down, D and I realized that all the windows had fogged up and the car was literally steaming. We ran outside and jumped on the hood of the car and made out. We got back in the car soaking wet and satisfied.

B- It was like any other night at his house. Chilling on his bed and watching TV or playing video games. Or we'd just be making out. Usually making out, just like that night. Before he'd always try to take my pants off, but I wouldn't let him. I was too scared. This time was different though. We were making out very heavily and I wanted more pleasure. So when his hands went down south, I didn't stop him. He took my pants off and went for it. God, it felt so good. It's sooo much better than fingering yourself. He was fingering me pretty hard and he told me that I was really wet, like almost too wet. He turned the light on and his fingers were covered in blood. My cherry was popped. S is a huge germaphobe. I was expecting him to run around the room screaming, "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD THIS IS SO GROSS OHMYGOD EW I HATE BLOOD OHMYGODOHMYGOD WHAT DO I DO!!!" He just simply stated, "You're bleeding." No shit. Of course I'm bleeding. He went to the bathroom and washed his hands and then I went and fixed myself. For a couple days, it was sore and I was spotting. I didn't know getting your cherry popped would be such a bitch.

A&B

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