It looked like for a minute he was having a moral mental dilemma. He slowly zipped up the fly to his shorts while still occupied on my cock. He took...a step towards the door, but stopped and turned back around."Fuck it", he said out loud and walked back over to the sofa and dropped onto his knees in front of me. Without a further word he grabbed my cock and started sucking it. Usually it took me a while to get hard again, but what had happened earlier was so erotic my cock had stayed rock. Human nature, I guess, was telling me what to do.I wanted him now. But not here. Not on the couch. I wanted him in my own room, on my own familiar single bed. I knew that I would feel more easy, more comfortable giving up my virginity there. And all I said was, "C'mon, I want it upstairs". I wanted to say something romantic, something that would match the occasion, but that is all I could think of to say. I was still a little nervous when the moment came. The preparation had been like a dream,. I mentioned the park by my house where I had masturbated long ago, and told him I wanted to take him there and for him to fuck my brains out. He was so focused on trying to watch the road, while also watching me, that he could barely get his brain to utter any words. But finally he said, "Oh, fuck yes, Tori, I will."I grabbed his hand and pulled it down to replace mine. He was driving with one hand and fingering me with the other. His hand was so much bigger than mine and it felt very warm. I. “Her pussy gets real wet and slippery, and she swells up inside.”The boy’s eyes were riveted to her slit hoping to catch a glimpse of the phenomenon she had described.“Playing with your cock made my pussy sooooo wet.”The boy rocked closer trying to confirm her report.“You can’t see it, you sweetheart, you can only feel it. Touch my pussy. Put your fingers inside and feel me. I want you to see how wet I am for you.”He lifted his hand, stroking her inner thigh along the way, and his fingertips.