It has been two months since we last saw each other on my 18th birthday party. The two months have dragged and I am wet now just thinking about what you are going to do with me when that door closes behind us. It's a long drive up to Scotland, and all the way up I have been crossing and uncrossing my leg uncomfortably, trying to avoid the dampness pooling in my pants.
We have spoken nearly everyday on the phone. You didn't want to distract me from exams but the truth is all I have thought about since that night on my sofa is your cock pounding my pussy. I want you so bad. I have never felt a yearning like this before.
I walk to the door and knock. You open it and I fling myself into your arms. You are ready and your lips immediately cover mine, telling me something that doesn't need words.
I am already wet. In the car on the way up I have imagined this scenario over and over. You kiss my neck and nip it gently, and it sends a shiver all down my spine, and warmth to my core. I want you.
You are fumbling for the bottom of my shirt but I push your hands away. I want to see you first. You break the kiss and quickly take your shirt off. I admire your body, wondering how you made me feel this way. I take your nipple in my mouth, swirl my tongue around it and suck it, then allow you to remove my top, before I undo your belt.
You swear as you look at me and I know you are aroused. I let my fingertips dance over your stomach and across the waistband of your jeans. You moan and breathe in sharply in as I pull your jeans down. You step out of them. Your pants cannot control your erection.
I pull my jeans off and kneel before you, easing your pants down. You step out of them. Finally I can see your cock and its beautiful hardness. I am shaking slightly as I stroke it gently. My tongue darts out over the end, licks the slit at the top.