Hereâs how everything first went down; my latest high school sweetheart and I had been going out for several months but nothing major had ever come up between us. We were both seniors in High school and 18 at the time. So on Valentines Day, we both felt a mutual feeling to do something about that. Wouldnât you just know it though, but it seemed like the harder we tried the harder it was to get everything done, and I donât say harder in a literal meaning.
We lived about a half hour drive away, and after dinner we were closer to her house than mine, and both of our roomâs had secure locks, we figured weâd celebrate our first Valentines Day in her room. After speeding at almost seventy in a fifty-five due to the âanticipationâ, if you could call that, we arrived at her house safely, and saying our quick hellos to her father and pain-in-the-ass sister, we practically ran up the stairs until we were behind closed doors.
As soon as the door shut, we were all over each other. It began with kissing and groping and the like, but soon turned into so much more after the restricting clothing came off. We lay down on the bed after our shirts were off and I immediately went for her breasts that I had been longing for since the first time she decided to be a tease and flashed me. I was licking and nibbling on her penny-colored nipples like there was no tomorrow when her cat decided to show itself. This is when I found it why she called it Frisky. Of course, my face was buried in her ample bosom, so I wasnât able to see the cat. Oh but donât get me wrong, I did feel it. She never had it de-clawed and the furball jumped right on my back, latching in for itâs own balance. Of course this caused a chain reaction of me biting down on her nipple. So in other words, I was not in favor of the cat, and my girl wasnât much in favor of me.
After her yip of pain and shoving me off the puissant-sized bed, I unceremoniously threw the cat out into the hallway so it could go disturb someone elseâs peaceâŠor piece for that matter. I closed the door again and bashfully apologized for biting her so hard, despite the fact I had claw marks halfway down my back that were almost to the point of bleeding. She gladly accepted, being asâŠlets sayâŠhot and bothered, as I was, and we got right back to business.
This time I decided to lay off her breasts for a while, figuring she wouldnât want me near them anytime soon and decided to try my luck a little further south. Wearing tight jeans wasnât exactly the best idea, but after some fidgeting, I managed to get them off, along with her oh-so-taunting Victoriaâs Secret g-string and ran my tongue along the outermost folds of her pussy when we heard the familiar voice of her father. âNICOLE!â
We both sighed with annoyance as she pulled those suck-awful tight jeans back up, not even bothering with the G-string. After slipping her shirt back on, she opened her door and ran downstairs. I sat there on her bed with my head down wanting to cry. I arched my arm over my shoulder and felt the scratches, but pulled away quickly at the burning feeling it caused. So I just sat there head down, not even able to lie down, and waited for her to return.
After what seemed like an eternity of me trying to stay aroused, she came back in, closing the door and walking over to the bed. I stood up and greeted her with a kiss, wrapping my arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around my neck. Just when it started to get good and she shoved her tongue past my lips, her sister Lynn came in. For one, she has a bad habit of not knocking, and two, some genius forgot to lock the door. Like two frightened children we broke our embrace and I turned around to pretend I was looking at her stereo, not to mention hiding the bulge under my pants. Knowing sheâd walked in, she just started laughing and said âDonât forget to use a condom!â and then shut the door, running back to wherever it is she ran. Neither of us cared too much.
