My mouth opened with a silent scream when he began fingering my clit, for this was as unusual as the rest of today."I am madly in love with the girl I...fuck nearly every day," he admitted.I was on the verge of tears. "There is another girl? Oh...well she's a very fortunate girl t-to be, to be loved by, by y-you," I hiccuped, cursed by my tears.I tried to hide my face and the stirring inside of me, and the ache in my heart, but I heard him groan and he grabbed my chin and pulled my face back. It dawned on him that I was playing with my own clit and I could tell that he couldn't decide whether to explain, run and hide or what. I looked at him, expressionless, stood up and approached him. I put the finger with which I'd been playing with my clit to his lips and gently parted his lips with it. He started to pull away as if to say something and I put the finger back to his lips as if to quiet him. I looked directly into his eyes. 

"I think we should talk." Then, I took him by the. I licked up one side of the crease of her thigh, over her taunt belly, and back down the other crease. She was spread wide for me, her womanly lips parted, her large clit swollen, begging for my tongue’s attentions. I blew hot air on her clit, gently. She shuddered and moaned. I did it again and again. ‘Please, Nick, don’t tease me.’ She arched her hips up. I grinned, wickedly, and winked at her from between her legs. I let her watch me lick my lips slowly. I grabbed a pillow and helped her. Shy and inexperienced didn’t really explain just how nervous we were together. I was eighteen and Nathan twenty years old, and neither of us had experienced much positive attention from our respective people-of-interest.Our first conversations centred around shallow eroticism – exchanging pictures, kinks, fantasies. I was attracted to his intelligence, his passion for literature and his imagination. All were spectacular to behold. He aroused me with the pictures he painted in my mind. I.