She said yes I really like you a lot and would like it if you were mine. I replied saying that sounds lovely as I also like you a lot and would like t... get to know you better in different ways.She then asked if we were a couple and I said yes we are but also explained to her that once I'm back at school it will be hard for us to see each other every day or every weekend, she understood and agreed as she too was in her matric year. We chatted for a while and we then started making out again. My. This time wasn’t any different. Occasionally she would pause and turn her face towards me as if she’d suddenly remembered I was there. Or maybe she just wanted to make sure she wasn’t alone?I did my best to anticipate those moments, zooming in on her face, wanting to capture her eyes and her tentative smile, trying to keep up with her as she played with a button on her sweater. Popping it open then rebuttoning it again. Indecisive. I felt my cock swelling in my pants, tenting them. I did my. He was cute, great body, and black. When he sent me a picture of his cock, I asked where he lived. I told him what I wanted, told him the situation I had in mind, and then told him to get ready. I was embarrassed. Scared to death. In exchange for what I wanted, he simply wanted me to come without a bra on. So it was a night of firsts. I had never just done a quick hook up with a stranger. Never shared a desire like that. Never acted so impulsively, and never gone out without a bra (funny I. She always kept her red hair shoulder length and the bangs out of her eyes with a white headband. She never dressed provocatively, she always wore loose clothes, to hide her 34A-cup breasts and almost non-developed hips from the boys, feeling shy about the fact she always had to think, 'I'm just a late bloomer.' Today, she wore a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers. With nothing else and not wanting anyone but her closest friends at the present, she just tries to think about this.