Finally she stood up and told me to get dressed so we could go to her house, she said she has something for us to use. We got dressed and crossed the ...treet to her house. She was not home alone, but her grandmother never worried about us when I’m there. We went into the computer room and she put on some porn and told me to stay there for a minute. I did and again I started to RUB my Clit, but this time I kept my pants. She came back in and smiled when she saw me jilling off and said it was. Mike is also inexperienced. “Are you Mikes first, too,” I ask.“Yes,” she says as I shake my head knowing what the problem is.“Then how does he know that you are bad at sex, when you are his first,” I ask chuckling.“You’re right.” She says as a light bulb went off in her head.“Okay, let’s start with foreplay,” I say acting like a coach as she looks at me. “Let’s start with a blow job. Have you ever given anyone a blow job?” She scrunches up her nose as I assume the answer is no. “Okay then I’ll. Feeling a man move inside me is nothing short of delicious, being brought to the point of orgasm, is just plain indescribable.Every nerve and fibre in my being is focused, from my nipples to my clitoris, sending mixed and confusing signals, my body a mess, my cervix dipping and sucking involuntarily, both my eggs awaiting in my fallopian tubes for the final creative penetration to wriggle inside and close off forever any other attempt.I groan deeply, as if from my very soul, my body finds a. Late, again. She hadn’t even had time to put on the chic outfit she’d outlined in her head the night before. Instead, it was a summer dress, ankle boots, and a leather jacket. Again. She did like this green patterned dress though with the slit up the thigh so maybe not the end of the world.Grabbing her coffee in the travel mug she’d taken from some event, she took one last look at her watch, the watch that had caused this latest argument. Her eyes rolled as she thought of the look on his face.