“Hello, Ariah. I’m Rebecca,” I say sticking my hand
out for her to shake.
“You don’t want to shake my hand,” she says with a
coy smile.
“I don’t?” I ask. She doesn’t answer with words. She
closes the distance between us and puts her hands on my face. She smiles then
puts her mouth to mine. I feel her tongue trying to enter my mouth. I can’t
resist. Our tongues start to dance and mingle. My hands grab her waist then
slide down to her ass. I squeeze and she gasps.
She backs up and looks at me.
“Don’t play the game if you aren’t willing to go all
the way,” I say staring into her emeralds.
“I do want to play, but you are my first.” Her
cheeks blush and she stares at the ground.
“Don’t worry, I’m gentle.” I take her hand and
softly stroke her fingers.
“Where?” she asks.
“Your room?”
“I will show you,” she says as she walks passed me.
She goes to the hallway and turns right. Two doors away from the game room she
opens her door. I should have known she would pick the floral room. It is very
girly, but I love it. It’s the perfect place for our first time. My mouth is
watering in anticipation.
She walks in and starts to take off her purple
blouse. I put my hand on hers and stop her. “We can go slow. I don’t want to
scare you.”
“I’m not scared, just nervous. I don’t want to
disappoint you,” she replies.
“You won’t,” I say
stroking her face gently. Then I put my mouth on hers and softly kiss her. My
hand grips her hair as I deepen the kiss. My tongue begs for entrance. After a
moment she relents. Then we are lost in it. I move my left hand down to her
waist and start to unbutton her pants.
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