Later that night, Karina sat in her room, dazed, confused, and hot all at the same time. She'd never reacted to Darren's kisses like she did earlier. And, he'd never kissed her like that before.
His kiss. Sweet Jesus, that boy could kiss. Karina felt a tingle between her legs as she relived the memory. She could still feel his soft, warm lips on hers, his tongue dueling with her inexperienced one. Thinking about it now, she wondered how his lips would feel in other places.
Stop it. Bad, Karina, she thought, pushing her wicked thoughts aside. She was a virgin, completely untouched, and knew nothing of sex and everything that came with it. But, she didn't feel like a virgin, now, thinking about such naughty things. In that department, she and Darren had never made any promises or commitments. The only thing they'd decided to do was respect each other. They did, and if certain things happened, then they would happen.
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Meanwhile, across the street and in the dead silence of his home, Darren slowly stroked his swollen dick, focusing solely on a mental image of Karina, naked and gorgeous, begging for him to fuck her. At eighteen, he was a virgin, too, and the only girl he'd wanted to make him a real man was in the home right across from his.
While on his trip, the 2 other guys he shared a room with had talked of nothing but girls and pussy. Pussy, pussy, pussy. Darren had heard the word so much that it would get crossed out of his vocabulary soon. But, he didn't try to front and be "down". He knew who he was true to, and if they didn't respect or understand that, well, then, fuck them.
They'd spoken about the countless number of girls they'd fucked, and after a point the incessant garbage got on his last nerve. The way they spoke openly about what they did to girls or had girls do to them upset Darren. He realized the guys had no respect for themselves or the chicks they'd dated, no matter what they might've done together. It pissed him off more, but made him proud at the same time, because he'd never talk about his Karina that way.
Or so he thought. Rubbing and squeezing a little harder, Darren imagined how Karina would look naked. How'd she smell, look and taste. He'd read plenty of XXX magazines, thanks to brothers, and knew the basics on how to please a woman. The only thing was, he'd never pleased any woman, so what he thought he knew didn't matter one way or another.
He wondered how her pussy would look. How sweet her moans would be. How she'd arch her back as he licked a spot that she liked. How she'd grab his head and grind her hips onto his face as she came. How she'd taste delicious, and how he'd lick every drop.
He took his fantasy a step further. He imagined lying on top of her, thrusting his now rock hard dick deep into her pussy. How she'd scream his name and tell him how much she loved him. The look on her face as she came over and over again, wetting up his lower body and the sheets below them.
