Where it happened: My house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My friend Josh had come over to my house on a Saturday afternoon to watch a movie with me, since he had missed my birthday party the night before. We were sitting on my couch, talking and watching the movie, when he rested his head on my shoulder and then he was holding my hand. We took a break from the movie about half way through and we were just talking. Then, he started tickling me. All of a sudden he was really close with his arms around me. He leaned in the rest of the way and kissed me. One quick kiss led to more, and we were soon making out. I ran my hand along his neck and in his hair, while one of his arms pulled me closer to his body and the other hand ran over my body, both on top and underneath my shirt. We continued sitting there on the couch kissing for a while, consistently getting more and more passionate. Every time he ran his hand under my shirt, he moved up farther, closer to my chest. He teased me by getting just close enough to make me yearn for his hand massaging my 34C’s before he would slide it to my back. The feel of his skin on mine made me shiver. As he moved from beside me to on top of me, he asked, “Do you want to go to your room?” I nodded my head slightly, but we stayed where we were. The longer we kissed the closer he held me, the more passionately he kissed me, and the more wanting emanated from him. We rolled so I was straddling him and we continued to make out, until he asked again. “Yes,” I breathlessly replied. We stood up and our lips met again, for only a moment that told of the pleasures to come. He grabbed my hand as I led him to my room. We left the light off, the faint glow from my TV lighting the room in a romantic way. He shut the door behind him and we collapsed together on my bed; our faces together again. After we had been on my bed for a short time, he started to unzip his sweatshirt and I helped him take it off. A moment later, his shirt followed, falling to my floor. He ran both hands up my shirt and across my stomach, raising my shirt. When his hands finally caressed my breasts, I let out a quiet moan. It felt so good. I rubbed his back as we kissed, him moving from my lips to my neck and down to my erect nipples. My hand went farther down his back and stomach the longer we lied on my bed, eventually finding the edge of his jeans. He abandoned my chest long enough to reach down and undo his belt and jeans, releasing his dick. I grabbed it eagerly, rubbing it slowly, gradually increasing speed. He gasped as my hand first touched his cock, and kissed me harder. He reached down my jeans and my underwear, massaging my clit and sticking his fingers inside me. I was so wet and I just wanted him, I think he could tell because then he unbuttoned and zipped my jeans, pulling them off. He leaned towards me and kissed me as he entered me, slowly thrusting. I moaned in pleasure. His dick felt amazing inside me, moving faster and deeper with each thrust. I gripped his shoulders, relishing his beauty. We moved from him standing, my legs hanging off the bed, to his on top of me in missionary position. As he neared his orgasm, and me mine, he held me tighter, moaning in my ear. After we both came, he laid down on my body, his skin feeling perfect on mine. Our breathing slowed we lie there, holding each other. It wasn’t either of our first times, but it was our first time together. And it was perfect.
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