First Time With Hannah
Subject: Hannah
Age: 28
Hair: Black
Cup: C
Hips: 40"
Location: Her parents' house, basement
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"I think they really like you," she said.
Hannah was right. Everything had gone so well. We were staying out at her parents' place for a while, and had just eaten an incredible dinner. Neither Hannah or I had been intimate yet before, though we'd made out, even kissed a little passionately once in front of her parents. We knew they wanted her to stay a virgin until marriage, and often made dirty jokes with each other about "other" ways she could still technically stay a virgin, but her parents seemed only to approve of our intimacy.
It was late at night now, and Hannah and I retreated to our bedroom in the basement where we were lying together on the bed, on our sides, facing each other. Her parents were upstairs, but probably asleep. I was a little dressed up in a button-down shirt and slacks, but I didn't have a tie on. I'd felt dumb about that, but everyone was more than forgiving. Hannah had on a little black dress that fit her a little snugly, accentuating the curve of her waspy hips and booty. A push-up bra accentuated her cleavage, squeezing her boobs together into a tight crevice. Before we'd gone out she'd given me a peek of her simple, but sexy black thong. Her hips stretched it out, her firm butt cheeks stuck out gloriously, and I had trouble thinking of much else. I was rock hard, I'd been waiting for it all night!
"I wanna show you how *I* really like you..." she purred, reaching for my zipper.
I don't know why I asked, but I did. I was feeling nervous. "Do you... think-it's-big?"
My pants' button clicked free and she looked into my eyes, whispering slowly, breathily. "You're such a MAN... I think... you're gonna be... huge!"
She unzipped my pants pulled them all the way down in one tug. Hooking fingers into the waistband of my boxers with both hands, she pulled them out and peeked into my underwear. My eyes were still stuck on her tightly-pressed cleavage. She giggled and looked up at me. "Are you hard?"
"Y-yes..." I stammered, before I got my sexy face on. "What do you think, baby?"
She reached in, grabbed my shaft with two fingers, pulled at it, and whispered, confused, "It's, like, not even five."
"... five...?"
"Inches."
"I thought you've never been with another guy!"
"Sh! I haven't," she said. She started stroking back and forth, full, slow strokes along my short shaft with just her fingers. "It doesn't matter, it's nice and thick," Hannah said, and she turned out the light so it was totally dark and we had nothing to go by but the feel of each other's bodies.
Well, she wasn't an engineer for nothing. I trusted her measurements. Still, even with the lights out, I futilely tried to save myself.
"Aw, I... I think I have five." I couldn't even bring myself to say six.