It all started when my new friend introduced me to her boyfriend's younger brother. I was 18, and so was he. I liked him from the start and we got together right away. In our first conversation, he told me that he had been watching me all summer long ride by on my bike, with me only wearing my short shorts and little summer tops, which he said got him all hot and bothered every time I rode by. He also told me he would think to himself, I wish I was her bicycle seat that she was sitting on, with me in between her hot pumping legs. (Little did he know that this was sure to happen shortly after we got together.)
Though the first few times we got together, we only made out, with his french kisses as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as creamed butter. We didn't go all the way until two weeks later, but we felt each other up every way imaginable. I got wetter than wet from his fingers playing my pussy like an instrument of ecstasy, and he got harder than hard and came with a fountain of cream from my slow and easy/fast and hard strokes on his nice big cock. These are what we called our passion-filled make out sessions. It was getting soooo hard for me to wait to feel his big, beautiful cock deep inside of me (as I'm sure it was hard for him to, in more ways than one).
Well, one night, after being together for two weeks, we decided to go all the way, with no going back. We were going at it slow and smooth, entangled in each other's halfway nude limbs. I turned to him and said, "let's go all the way tonight, I can't wait anymore to feel your cock deep inside of my pussy". He said in reply, "I thought you wanted to wait", and I replied back, "well, two weeks is a long enough wait for me to wait for you to give me all you've got".