her. Usually, just being alone with her has me hard…yeah, not even a twitch right now, that’s how nervous I am. This is so embarrassing.
She strips down to her matching black bra and panties. I scrub a hand over my mouth because I swear I’m drooling. I’ve been dying to see what she has hiding under her clothes for five years. Holy hot mama, Batman! Her body is so different from all of the other girls that I’ve dated. She has a woman’s body. She has curves and meat on her bones. She’s thin but not disgustingly thin - she’s just right. Her breasts are not huge, but just enough that they will most likely fill my big hands. And I love the way her hips flare out slightly.
Her skin is lightly tanned, but it’s her natural color. It looks soft and smooth and I am desperate to know if it feels as silky as it looks. My lips part when she starts toward the opposite side of the bed. My breath hitches and my heart leaps up into my throat when she climbs under the covers next to me. She immediately reaches over and slides her hand across my bare chest. My skin burns everywhere she touches. She scoots closer, pressing her body along the length of mine. Her lips touch my shoulder as her hand starts to travel down my stomach. That’s another thing a younger girl will not do – take charge. I always have to initiate everything when I’m with someone my age or younger. Older women know what they want and aren’t afraid to take it. I love that!
But I am still scared out of my mind. What if I suck? What if I do it wrong? Is that even possible? Oh god! I have no idea what I’m doing! My stomach churns, making me feel nauseous. Her hand just reaches my still soft cock when I stop her.
“Lizette, wait!” I cry, shooting up into a sitting position.
“Okay. What’s wrong?” she asks calmly, patiently, and a bit concerned.
“I have to tell you something,” I croak like an idiot.
Lizette sits up next to me and puts her hand on my back. “What is it?”
I glance over at her and she’s frowning slightly, but the concern in her eyes warms me. She does care about me, whether she wants to admit it or not. I rub my face hard, trying to find the words to tell her that I’m a virgin. I pull in a deep breath.
“I…I’m…I’ve never done this before,” I whisper.
Lizette’s concern turns to confusion. “Done what?”
I groan and drop my chin to my chest. “Sex, I’ve never had sex before.”
The silence is deafening. I hold my breath and chance a glance over at her. Her expression is stunned for a moment before she does the one thing that I never expected her to do - she bursts out laughing; like - laughing so hard that she has tears running down her face - laughing. I am not amused, though, more like mortified and hurt as I sit there with my jaw clenched, waiting for her to stop. She glances at me and sees that I’m not laughing. Her laughter slowly dies down. Her eyes never leave mine as she finally stops laughing. I know the exact moment that she realizes that I’m being serious. Her eyes widen and her lips part.
“Are you trying to tell me that you’re a virgin?” she asks incredulously.
“Yes,” I reply shortly.
Lizette flounders for a moment looking bewildered. “There is no way. You are surrounded by women all of the time. You’ve had girlfriends over the years. There is no way that you are still a virgin,” she states, shaking her head in disbelief.
I stare at her hard. “Why would I lie about this? You think that’s something I want to admit to you? Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am right now telling you this?” I snap.
“But…you’re a super star. I mean, how have you not had sex before?” she asks, still confused.
“It’s not for the lack of options, Lizette. I chose to wait,” I murmur.
She blinks. “But we…I mean…wasn’t that what we were…are…going to do tonight?” she asks
She strips down to her matching black bra and panties. I scrub a hand over my mouth because I swear I’m drooling. I’ve been dying to see what she has hiding under her clothes for five years. Holy hot mama, Batman! Her body is so different from all of the other girls that I’ve dated. She has a woman’s body. She has curves and meat on her bones. She’s thin but not disgustingly thin - she’s just right. Her breasts are not huge, but just enough that they will most likely fill my big hands. And I love the way her hips flare out slightly.
Her skin is lightly tanned, but it’s her natural color. It looks soft and smooth and I am desperate to know if it feels as silky as it looks. My lips part when she starts toward the opposite side of the bed. My breath hitches and my heart leaps up into my throat when she climbs under the covers next to me. She immediately reaches over and slides her hand across my bare chest. My skin burns everywhere she touches. She scoots closer, pressing her body along the length of mine. Her lips touch my shoulder as her hand starts to travel down my stomach. That’s another thing a younger girl will not do – take charge. I always have to initiate everything when I’m with someone my age or younger. Older women know what they want and aren’t afraid to take it. I love that!
But I am still scared out of my mind. What if I suck? What if I do it wrong? Is that even possible? Oh god! I have no idea what I’m doing! My stomach churns, making me feel nauseous. Her hand just reaches my still soft cock when I stop her.
“Lizette, wait!” I cry, shooting up into a sitting position.
“Okay. What’s wrong?” she asks calmly, patiently, and a bit concerned.
“I have to tell you something,” I croak like an idiot.
Lizette sits up next to me and puts her hand on my back. “What is it?”
I glance over at her and she’s frowning slightly, but the concern in her eyes warms me. She does care about me, whether she wants to admit it or not. I rub my face hard, trying to find the words to tell her that I’m a virgin. I pull in a deep breath.
“I…I’m…I’ve never done this before,” I whisper.
Lizette’s concern turns to confusion. “Done what?”
I groan and drop my chin to my chest. “Sex, I’ve never had sex before.”
The silence is deafening. I hold my breath and chance a glance over at her. Her expression is stunned for a moment before she does the one thing that I never expected her to do - she bursts out laughing; like - laughing so hard that she has tears running down her face - laughing. I am not amused, though, more like mortified and hurt as I sit there with my jaw clenched, waiting for her to stop. She glances at me and sees that I’m not laughing. Her laughter slowly dies down. Her eyes never leave mine as she finally stops laughing. I know the exact moment that she realizes that I’m being serious. Her eyes widen and her lips part.
“Are you trying to tell me that you’re a virgin?” she asks incredulously.
“Yes,” I reply shortly.
Lizette flounders for a moment looking bewildered. “There is no way. You are surrounded by women all of the time. You’ve had girlfriends over the years. There is no way that you are still a virgin,” she states, shaking her head in disbelief.
I stare at her hard. “Why would I lie about this? You think that’s something I want to admit to you? Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am right now telling you this?” I snap.
“But…you’re a super star. I mean, how have you not had sex before?” she asks, still confused.
“It’s not for the lack of options, Lizette. I chose to wait,” I murmur.
She blinks. “But we…I mean…wasn’t that what we were…are…going to do tonight?” she asks
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