I am all excited about the news about the mountain and I absolutely must share it with my friends. While he is distracted, I write them a message. They will be devastated and sooo jealous. Luke then settles down in front of the video games, on the couch, and leaves me there. Standing in the kitchen where I feel like a jerk.Every time I don't know how to move, I go all the way to the living room and sit next to him. And I look at him playing. After he plays something like an hour or two, he generally tells me I can play too. So I try to do something. I play with him for a while and first he laughs because I always make so many mistakes and then he gets fed up because the game doesn't go on as I lost so easily.Usually at that point I go home because my brother picks me up, but today he couldn't, so my mum will come by an hour later. Luke remembers t
He goes back to playing, he doesn't talk much but I don't think he's angry with me. After all, men don't get angry about these things, do they? Aren't they famous for being super relaxed? Always? "I have to go downstairs. My mum is here.” I'll tell him. "Well, I'll talk to her about going to the mountains then.” I try talking to him again to get his attention "Yeah? Bring two friends,” he replies, looking only momentarily towards me and resuming his gaming session again. Inside a joy lights up all over me. He doesn't want to dump me. He wants to be with me! "All right, all right. I'll let you know.” I say heading downstairs. I get into my mum's car, "how did it go, honey, how are you?", she asks me, I answer "fine", I close the door, and off I go, I'm out of danger. To go to his house in the mountains actually scares me less. We'll have fewer opportunities to be alone, we'll be in a group, my friends will be there, and it'll be fun. I spent the next day packing. Deciding exactl
"Oh God, thank you! But how did you know I was scared?” I asked him surprised. "I watch you all the time, Lynda,” he said and winked. "What? Okay,” I replied and kept quiet because I honestly didn't know what to say. The fact is, we're leaving altogether. Luke gives me a look, a kiss, and says, “Don't shout too much in the car, you and your friends while you're chatting. I will sit in the front with Brad so I can choose the music. I say ‘okay’ and we all get in the car. Lawrence sits with me and my friends in the back of the truck. And we started chatting. He's nice and friendly. Lynn talks to him a lot because she has a little crush. I almost feel jealous. But that's absurd. I don't even know why it was happening. I have to try not to think about it. Luke is all I've ever wanted. Dark, statuesque. Lawrence on the other hand is leaner, blond with green eyes. He's definitely a great guy. But all the guys in the group are good-looking. Lawrence is probably the most unique, he has a
“Hey, were you waiting for me?” he says checking me out shamelessly from head to toe“AH!!! What a scare!!! I thought you were sleeping... I took off my trousers…” I stammered, looking around to find my pants and cover-up.“That's how I wanted to see you,” he says and winks.“Don't be silly... Go in the other room and I'll get dressed.” I reply and step back.“Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's not gonna happen,” he says, stepping towards me.“Don't be silly…” I find that the more stupid he is, the wetter my pussy gets.“Come on, turn around,” he says grabbing my waist.“No!” I reply and shake his hands off me.“Come on, Luke never makes you turn around?” he questions amused at my reaction.“Of course he has!” I protest not knowing what he was trying to do or get out of me.“And what did he say?” He laughed.I say, “None of your business” suddenly becoming sad.“I don't think he likes me very much…” I murmur to myself out loud although I am sure Lawrence heard it.“Mm-hmm.” he says continuing, “Pff
Lawrence then gets up, smiles at me, sits down on the armchair, and undoes his trousers. I get up from the table and with some doggy noises that I don't know why I'm making them, I curl up next to him. He takes me in his arms and says tenderly, “I'll teach you.”He pulls it out as he reclines slightly on the chair and whispers in my ear, “You have to take it with your pretty little hand and go up and down.”I wrap his beautiful dick in my hands and do as told."That's right, up and down. See how it grows? Is it getting stronger?” he questions, noticing my curiosity."Yeah…” I replied, staring at it, absorbing everything that he was saying."Brava, make it big…Mm-hmm. Go on!!” he said encouraging me.I look at his cock and my hand and I'm shocked at how huge it is. A soft, red stick clutched in my hands. I can only imagine what it's like to be penetrated by a log like that and it turns m
I am a rather shy person. I am short, petite, blond, and smiling. A good girl like many others. I believe in true love. I believe in world peace. I believe I will become a great writer. I believe in love at first sight. I believe that Chips and ice cream go well together. And I believe that teenage life is the hardest of all. For a while now though things have been turning around. I mean I finally found the right guy. I'm dating a cool guy. An older one. A pretty popular guy named Robert. He has an insane amount of followers on Social Media. And I know from my friends that they've heard in girls' bathrooms that they think Robert is the cutest guy in school. I'm kind of shy so I don't always dare to hang out with him and his friends during breaks or on the way out of school. But when Robert decides I need to hang out with them, I bring a few of my friends along to flirt with Robert's friends. All are equally populated. It's only been a short time since we've been dating, but I alway
This kind of sentence makes me trust him. So he opens his trousers and pulls out a huge member, which scares me. He puts it on my face and I feel like wanting to cry and a bit of nervous excitement. Then he looks at me and says, “Suck it.” "H-h-h-how?” I ask innocently. "Take it all in your mouth.” He says to me, I do. So I start to open my mouth big, lick my lips (I think that's how you do it) and I put that big cock in my mouth. It seems impossible that such a thing can enter me. "More saliva, more saliva.” He tells me. So I take more saliva while trying to moisten it. So he holds me by the back of the head and tells me to move on to his balls. I lick them a little, sticking my nose in his crack, so I feel him gasp. He starts telling me not to stop, that he is very excited, that he likes it, and that I am good. I am very excited. My blouse is open and my round, champagne-cup breasts are sticking out. At that moment we hear a noise that is too close for us to remedy quickly, a k
I enter my room in a state of mild confusion. I don't know what to think. I wish Robert would be kind and write me a message. So to know how I am, to know if we really have to meet tomorrow and if I have to come over for lunch. Nothing comes. I am still tormenting myself in bed for a while when suddenly sleep catches up with me and I slowly slip into a stupor. I woke up the next morning all sweaty. Agitated by the dreams I had. I saw Robert's father in the dream, but I don't remember what happened. I only remember his big hands reaching out to me. I wake up, open my eyes for good, stretch, and find a text from Robert saying, "I'll pick you up at 1:00 PM, PM." I'm pretty stunned by the news, but I don't let it throw me off. I decided to get ready. How to dress? For lunch with Robert's dad? So I browse through the clothes and choose a little pink dress that makes me look like a...very good girl? I put on makeup in light, pastel colors so I always look very dainty. I wait for Robert