a story of love and tenderness

There is something deliciously sexy about a guy wearing Drakkar Noir cologne. It is an absolute turn-on. During the middle of my sophomore year of high school, I started noticing that Dan (the absolute hottest guy in the school – captain/starter of varsity basketball and volleyball) wore Noir. Every time I was around him I could feel myself get turned on…I would get wet just being near him. One day, I couldn’t take it any longer. I simply went up to him and whispered in his ear “Meet me behind the shed.” He looked sort of startled and pleased at the same time. I knew he wouldn’t refuse me – I am quite attractive, I’m 5’6, weigh 120, and have small breasts. But I do have nice slim legs, a firm butt, and a slim waist. I’m slim and buff, I suppose – last year I was the fittest girl in my grade. Anyway, I met him behind the shed after school, and instantly became wet smelling his cologne. Mmmmmmm…He has the most amazing green eyes – I just stared deep into his adorable eyes and he gave a little smile. His eyes were so seducing. Slowly he reached around my lower waist and we kissed for the longest time. It was the most tender, passionate kiss I have ever had. I felt his hands under my shirt, rubbing my back. He was sending shivers up and down my spine. After a little while, he started to delicately kiss my neck, still massaging my back. I closed my eyes and inhaled his sexy manly smell. Slowly, he started to move his hands around to the front of my shirt. He made my skin tingle everywhere he touched me. My nipples became hard where he slipped his hands underneath my bra and started stroking my breasts in circles, ever so gently. He pulled me even closer to him; it felt as if our bodies sparked at every point we touched. Because we were so close I could feel his hard-on poking me, ever so slightly, which excited me even more, because it was fantastic to know that I could turn on such a sexy guy. Because of school dress code, we have to wear button-down shirts with collars. He slowly unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt and kissed in-between my breasts. It was extremely sensual. While he did this I lowered his zipper and placed my hand on his hard-on, slowly squeezing and prodding him through his boxers. He reached up inside my skirt and started to massage my crotch. He slipped his hand inside my light blue satin thing and started to rub me tenderly, and he felt that I was wet and ready for him to slip his fingers up into me. During this foreplay my hymen was broken, and he licked the blood and my cum of his fingers, and then kissed me, and I tasted myself and him during that kiss. After that, he slowly laid me down on the ground, and started to unbutton my shirt even further. He took his tongue and licked me, starting from my right hard nipple to my left, down to my belly button, and eventually reached my skirt. Pulling down my skirt and underwear, he licked my pubic hair, and then started on my pussy. He licked me, and sucked all my wetness from my insides. It was extremely sexy, and it felt absolutely delicious. It made me orgasm to an extent I have never reached before. Wanting to return the favor, I turned him over so that he was on the bottom and unbuttoned his pants. I parted the hole in his boxers, and saw the most attractive hard-on ever. I exquisitely kissed the top of his cock, and then licked his balls up to the top of his penis. I slowly started to move my mouth up and down his hard-on, savoring each lick. I could feel his hard-on slowly pulsing in my mouth. Just as he was about to come, he pulled out, not wanting to come in my mouth. That’s how considerate and sweet he is. When he did that I realized that my attraction for him was not merely a physical one. I adore him for his tenderness and his affection. I love him because he’s the funniest guy I’ve ever met, and the most considerate. We adore each other to know end, and have been going out for four months. Next year he’s going to college at MIT, and I’m stuck in California for another two years of high school. I’m going to miss him with my whole heart. Hopefully we’ll meet again after he graduates, and continue our relationship. I can’t imagine living without Dan; he is what keeps me going when I’m weak, tired, and depressed. He is the light and the joy of my life. I only regret that we didn’t meet sooner (I just moved to California at the beginning of my sophomore year. I’ve lived here for…7 and a half months now.) That day we didn’t end up having sex, but he did give me the most orgasmic experience of my life. I love you sweetie. Take careà

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