The girl in this story is 18, a senior in high school. The guy is in his 20s.
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I am so excited. Me and Greg have been talking for months online and were finally going to see each other. We had first contacted each other on my old twitter account, which I had abandoned a long time ago. We have been getting to know each other over the past few months and finally decided to meet up when he told me that he would be coming to Atlanta for a conference.
I'm actually really nervous too though. I've never actually fucked a guy that's over 4 years older than me. He is much more mature than any 18 year old boy I had met, even the dozens of 20 year olds that I had communicated with. It's actually really hot, the way he could respect me, making me feel like a princess, but also make me feel like such a whore.
He told me he would be coming over at around 4 pm. Currently it is 12 pm. I'm at the mall getting some stuff for our meeting. I haven't bought new lingerie in a while, and I think that this is a good excuse to buy some new stuff. I shift through the seemingly endless rack of panties and bustiers, corsets and babydolls. I finally decide on something, try it on, and check out. I head home, feeling more nervous than ever.
As soon as I get home, I go upstairs to get ready. I go into my bathroom and do my makeup. I go for a subtle smokey eye with dark eyeliner and jet black mascara. I finish up my face makeup, applying my foundation and blush. Once I finish, I check the time. 2:14 pm. I sigh and check my phone.
A few emails, a bunch of snapchats and a text message from Greg, delivered 10 minutes ago. "Hey, can't wait for tonight".
I smile and respond, "Me neither, super excited!". I ignore my other notifications and messages and continue to prepare myself.
I look around my room. It was perfect. Fresh white sheets, the blinds and curtains closed, a little nightlight in the corner so that it doesn't become completely dark. I decided not to lay out all my toys, because I honestly didn't want anything inside me but him. But they were in a drawer close by just in case.
I didn't know what I was going to do with my hair. My go to was straightened, since curls never lasted especially when it's being pulled and messed with. We haven't had sex before and he's never seen me in person, so neither of us could really have an opinion on what to look like. My hair has some waves, which I fix in about 30 minutes. I then decide to start getting dressed.
I walk over to the Victoria's Secret bag and pull out my lingerie. I really like it, when I tried it on it looked perfect, the top pushing my tits up and the tight fabric around my torso makes my waist look super small. The panties match the top, black and olive green lace. I take off my t shirt, jeans, sports bra and my boring panties, excited to replace them with my flattering new editions. I easily slip on the top, pulling it down to rest on my hipbones, and adjusting myself on the top. I pull on the panties, then look at myself in the mirror. I nod in approval.
I don't think that just wearing my lingerie is enough fun for me, I have to be wearing something over it. I want to look sexy and turn him on, but I also want to tease him. Gotta be mysterious. I go into my closet and look at my dresses. I don't wanna be super fancy but I at least want to look put together. I stand looking at dresses for what feels like hours. Finally, I choose a fitted dress, plain black with short sleeves. Shouldn't be too hard to get off, still covers me but also shows off my curves. I opt for no shoes, they wouldn't be on for long at all. None of my clothes will be. That thought's making me wet with desire.
I look at the clock again. 3:45 pm. Just a little bit longer. I can't wait. I take a few deep breaths, barely able to contain myself. I approach my mirror again, looking over myself, making sure I look nothing less than perfect. I see my nipples peeking out of my dress, the warmth and wetness has grown between my legs. I can't help it, just the thought of that big hard...
The doorbell rings. My eyes widen, standing still for a moment, then rushing out of my bedroom. I stop outside the door, the hallway visible from the front door. The doorbell rings again. I step out into the hallway and walk down the stairs. Finally reaching the door, I open it.