I was fairly tall for my age.. About 5"5", Thin, but with curves. I had what I had heard some girls call a "Coke Bottle Figure". Fairly large chest, s...all waist, round ass and hips. I stared blankly into the mirror, pushing Auburn locks out of my eyes. Maybe I should dye my hair this year? Maybe I'll find a boyfriend? Maybe I'll finally pass mathclass. There was one goal I knew for certain that I wanted to achieve this year: The Loss of my Virginity. And I didn't want it to be with some. He has to enthrall. Swanky red wine filled to a half-glass, an elegant shirt over crappy blue jeans, and some fresh cologne so she can lean over and smell him, and then breathe in, inhale and savor him.He has to seduce. Some passionate red roses so that she smiles and listens to him and thinks he's nice and caring and so much unlike her husband.A quick glance at her peeking breasts, at the alluring décolleté, at her conscious ass so that she smiles and blushes and twirls her legs. I can never be bothered cooking just for myself and it'sgood for my figure to go hungry sometimes.So now I've eaten, done some vacuuming and watched a couple of soap operasand there's nothing else to do but sit and wait until Dave comes home tome. I think about the girls he must be drinking with and chatting up rightnow. He always says, "out with the boys", but I know there are girls aswell, cute young graduate students that he has taking instrument readings,washing flasks and sweeping. I hear you softly moaning and I go full board, moving my mouth up and down, while twirling my tongue around and flicking my tongue ring gently for extra pleasure. Your hand finds its way to my hair at the back of my head and I feel a gently tug at the roots and I let out a small moan to encourage you its ok to do so all while never stopping with my motions. You pull tighter and I know its time for my next surprise and with my next downward motion I move my hand and take you all into my little.