*Note from the author - a true story*
Remember how this started? Could we ever pinpoint it? When did you become something more than a friend? Was a while ago now that I first started thinking of you in that way. The excitement of finding out you felt the same. The way my heart leapt and my crotch ached when you first told me you were touching yourself and I popped into your head as you came. The relief I felt telling you I also had done the same. Those lingering hugs we gave each other, which just seemed to get longer and longer. The quick pecks we gave each other. Knowing that we shouldn't but revelling in the delicious naughtiness of it. The sneakiness. The fact that our respective others had no idea what was developing between us. That night we kissed in the car for the first time. How right that felt. How hungry your mouth was against mine. How I moaned into your mouth as our tongues battled and caressed each others.
Do you remember that day I was over your house for a few minutes and I we kissed in your lounge room? How I pushed against you on the couch. Aching for each other. I'm sure it was me who pulled my cock out. And you grabbed it and stroked me as we kissed. Urging me to cum on your dress. Telling me it was alright and you wanted me too. You wanted to please me, and I didn't want to get cum all over you as I was worried how you were going to clean it. I told you to just give him a quick kiss and I had to go. So you knelt down in front of me and took it in your mouth. I can still remember looking down at you sucking my cock and thinking WOW. I remember telling you you'd better stop or I was going to cum. But you didn't. You expertly sucked my cock till I came hard into your mouth, and you deliciously swallowed every drop. Just like you told me you would in our conversations. Once you were satisfied you lent back looked me in the eye and said "yummy" while you wiped your lips. As for me I could barely stand I was so light headed. You told me later as soon as your lips touched my cock you knew you were going to drink my cum.
Six days later we fucked for the first time. Was it romantic? Not really. Was it passionate? Most definitely! Was it worth a whole story in itself? HAHA sadly probably not.
I picked you up and we drove to what is now our spot. I pulled up and we kissed straight away. Deep long tongue kisses. I know I needed to taste you and I asked if it was ok. You pulled your panties off and I dove into your pussy. That was the first time I tasted the most delicious pussy ever. I remember thinking to myself I can't believe how wonderful and hot you tasted. It was amazing. Unfortunately time was getting away from us and I could not give you the attention I so needed to. So as I went back to kissing you I mentioned that we should probably go. That's when you said the most amazing thing to me. "I really want to fuck you ya know." So I scooted around the car. Took my pants off and lent you back in the seat. I positioned myself between you and entered you for the first time. My cock had come home. Here is where I would love to say we made hard passionate love for ages, and you came like you've never came before around my throbbing cock until I came with you in a crescendo of lust and passion. Would so love to say that however that's not our story. It was passionate indeed. Too passionate for any long drawn out erotic sex. After being worked up by your kisses, the taste of your pussy, finally being inside you, and just you in general, I was not going to last long at all. And after a few deep hard thrusts I told I didn't want to cum inside you and risk getting you pregnant. You told me you were going to get the Morning after pill tomorrow even if I didn't cum in you. That was all it took. 2-4 good hard strokes inside you and I was empting my balls into your warm welcoming pussy.