"So how are you and André doing?" Carrie asked Jaime excitedly.
"We're doing great. He's such a great guy. He's definitely a keeper."
"When do I get to meet him?"
"Soon Carrie, I promise."
"He's being a gentleman I hope!"
"Oh yes, he makes me feel so safe. And I can tell he really cares about making me comfortable and not pushing things."
"That's wonderful. You know I worried about you since you don't have much experience with relationships and being physical."
"You don't have to worry about that Carrie. I'm doing just fine." Jaime said with a smile.
"It sounds like it! Hey I got to go take the boy to football practice but I'll call you later tonight. Bye."
"Talk to you later."
Jaime and André's romance continued through the summer. Long dates and make-out sessions. The occasional hand-job and finger fucking followed by a troubled soul. Jaime was struggling within herself, between her newly found sexuality and her love of God. She felt dirty, but for the first time in her life she felt free and loved.
It was the beginning of September and the relationship was now entering its fourth month. She was madly in love and secretly hoped André would propose to her. Yes, she knew it was crazy thinking that way so soon, but that's how she felt. He would soon be at her house. She was anticipating the cuddling on the couch, the making out, the foreplay, and finally the mutual masturbation to orgasm. That was all she could think about as she sat alone. She would often fantasize about giving herself fully to André. She would daydream about letting him cum inside of her and letting it drip out slowly. She wanted nothing else but to be used by him in all the different ways she had been seeing on porn videos. Afraid of being too ignorant, she had started viewing pornography a month ago to learn more about sex. Her favorite videos were usually the ones labeled as amateur couples. Jaime had now become jealous of these real girls and their boyfriends or husbands. She wanted to experience those same pleasures. She would often cry, however, after viewing them and masturbating. She would pray to God and ask forgiveness but watch it again a few days later, the pull being too strong.
When André arrived they didn't waste any time. They sat down next to each other and kissed for a few minutes. Jaime took his hand and led him to her bedroom where they would normally fool around in complete privacy. She playfully undressed for him as he also took all his clothes off. The continued making out on the bed, softly touching each other's bodies.
They laid there, naked, looking into each other's eyes. André kissed her, tasting her entire mouth. He smiled at her and moved down to kiss her stomach. He could smell her, that distinctive female smell. He spread her thighs apart and saw strings of her wetness connected from one thigh to the other. More vaginal fluids slowly came out of her as he looked. He had never seen a girl this wet. He brought his mouth to her pussy and kissed it. She immediately moaned. He continued by licking and sucking up as much of her juices as he could.
"You taste delicious" he told her.
Sucking on her vaginal lips he inserted his right index finger inside of her. His finger easily slid in and out of her as he finger fucked her. He expertly found her clit with his tongue and licked it rhythmically. She let out a small yelp and her body tensed. André's left hand was resting on her hips and she grabbed his arm tightly.
"Don't stop" she softly told him.
