I told her I couldn't imagine wasting the chance to spend time together while we could."Please come over, now," was her only reply.When I got to her h...use, there was a note on the door telling me she was in her room. I knocked.I opened the door and saw her fumbling with her music system, as Billie Holiday's rendition of "All of Me" began to play. She reclined sideways on her bed, one knee up. She was naked. Except for a giant red ribbon and bow wrapped around her. It almost took my breath. We sat there waiting for the results to appear long enough for the sexual tension to build and started getting a little hard. After the results showed up fine, she asked if i wanted her to look at my penis to check if everything was fine. I went red and said 'yeah'. As I stood up and stripped down, she saw my developing hard-on and stifled a smile. She got off her seat, went to her knees, and started touching my penis with her delicate hands, gently moving it around to get a better look. As. Don't get me wrong, I liked sundresses as well, but they were just items of clothing and I would just have easily have worn shorts and T-shirt.As soon as our parents left the house we were cavorting around, chasing each other through the rooms. Up and down the stairs we raced, tickling, pinching and pushing when we came close.We ended up in my room, through chance rather than design. I was exhausted, my legs burning with the exertion of running up and down the stairs. I flopped down on my bed,. She needed me, she always needed me. She needed to feel my stiff, thick cock penetrating her. She needed to feel my warm muscled torso pressed against her pussy. She needed my lips to awake her sex, kiss her like nobody ever could kiss her, tasting her my special way, wanting her body as much as she longed for me. I had come back home a bit late last night, got out of my clothes and slipped in the bed with her. Now she was feeling as if it were a dream but it was no dream, it was all true, all.