Your hair becomes a beautiful and thick fragrant curtain cocooning our faces, framing us. Even in the dim light of the bedroom, all I see is you. A lo...e finger traces across my cheek, pure electricity traveling down to my jawline, before your lips envelope me in a hungry kiss. Even with the almost furious grinding, the kiss is slow, tongues achingly searching, so patient and thorough. You've always said that tasting me is one of your favorite things. That you can still taste me many hours. "What the fuck?" I mumbled to myself. "What would Teresa say if she knew what I had just done in her bedroom?"The sexy thoughts kept me awake for hours laying in bed, imagining all the lingerie and dresses in the room across the hall. I couldn't take it any longer, tearing back the duvet and jumping out the bed. I headed straight for Teresa's room pulling off my PJ's before sifting through her bedside drawers again looking for something sexy.My eyes fixated onto a slutty red and black silk lace. Since I'd already given up my cherry, it didn't take much convincing for me to really let go. You see, Professor, I had enjoyed my first fuck, and before the night was over, three other guys fucked me, too. It felt great. I was doing something I wasn't supposed to do. My parents wouldn't even allow me to date a boy unless we were chaperoned."Angela asked, "I guess the rest of the guys didn't use condoms?" Every one of them up to then used a condom," Jessica replied. "Then another boy came in. ”“Can I see your penis?” she said louder and with more confidence.“Little boys have a penis. What do I have?”“A dick. Can I see your dick?” she sounded almost impatient. He was wearing athletic shorts, light blue, and ratherlong. He reached down and lifted his white polo shirt overhis smoothly shaved head. He looked to be six-one, maybesix two. His upper torso was muscular—not overly chiseledbut muscular. He was being very slow and deliberate in hisevery move. He was teasing her and he knew.