This is a fully fictional story - however, I wish it was real.
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I have always wanted Karen. She's everything you would want in a girl. She's always a bit shy, but once a while she would wanna make out with me. I asked her out twice, and the second time I got a kiss from her, but we never want to do anything too…serious.
Except this third time I asked her out. She agreed again, and we went to a nearby beach, which was one of her favourite places. We found our own little spot, and she wanted to stay there. What can I do? I had to agree.
"It's a good thing you asked me out." she says, "I would have been really bored, but my parents are out of town, so I have the entire house to myself."
"Good." I thought to myself, having a few nasty thoughts in mind.
Both of us lied down. She closed her eyes as she smiled, feeling the cool breeze.
"I love days like these. Cool breeze, gorgeous sunset, and of course, my special girl." I said, feeling her smooth tanned legs. She smiled and took my hand, guiding it up to her mouth, and she bit gently on my middle finger.
I thought she just wanted to be a bit romantic for the night but instead I found out that she wanted to be nasty.
She began sucking on my finger. Looking at her gorgeous eyes, I let her suck it, as she does it slower and slower.
We stayed there for quite some time before we went back to her place, and we had a dinner that both of us made. Her cooking is just as delicious as a gourmet chef's. I really enjoyed it.
"I'm getting tired." she said.
"Then I guess I won't disturb you any longer babe." I said while I went for my keys.
"No, no, stay."
I stopped and spun around.
"Come." She said, leading me to a room. It was her own room, with her own washroom.
"Mind if I take a shower first. I won't be long. Help yourself to anything."
"Sure, I'll just make myself comfy."
She smiled at me and closed the door. I thought to myself, how great it would be if I could fuck her hard in the shower.
"Good things come to those that wait."
She said from inside the bathroom. How the hell did she know I was thinking of that? Perhaps she knew it. Perhaps she knew that there's that side in a man that wants to screw a hottie. Especially when the hottie said she would take a shower first.
I went to kitchen and got myself a coke. I was waiting on her couch in the living room, and I just finished my coke when she came out. With only a towel covering her lovely tits, and her tight puss.
"Good things come to those who wait" I thought to myself.