*This was written when I was 17 (I am now 25). I just found it while going through my files and figured I'd post it.*
Emma sighed heavily as she signed offline and climbed into bed. She was an eighteen year old white girl, and had been talking , for quite some time, to Jake, a twenty three year old black guy.
He always made her wet. Even just thinking about him made her wet. She was a virgin, but only in body. God, how she wanted to feel his big cock inside of her. She fell asleep, after orgasming thinking about all the things he had said he wanted to do to her.
A month went by, and she continued talking to him. He said he wanted to write to her, so she gave him her address.
A couple days later, Emma was just leaving her house to go for a walk, when Jake came up to her.
"Hey babe," he grinned.
"Jake?" she said in disbelief.
"The one and only."
"Wow, I never thought to see you in person."
"Are you surprised babe?" he slung an arm around her shoulders.
"Hell yeah," she smiled.
He grinned,"I had to see you in person. Online just doesn't cut it anymore."
She got his meaning,"Me either."
"So, you want to do something about that?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"A lot," he grinned,"do you have to be home anytime soon?"
"Nope. No one is home and won't be for a couple days."
"Good. Let's go back to my hotel room."
The hotel was only about fifteen minutes away. Once there, he led her up to his room and unlocked the door. Then he let it click shut.
The sun was just setting and it was casting shadows around the room.
Emma suddenly got nervous and scared. Maybe I should leave, she thought.
Jake saw the look cross her face, doubtful, scared, having second thoughts. We can't have any of that, he said to himself.
"You remember all the things I told you I would do if I ever met you?" he asked, half whispering.
She nodded.
"Well, I intend to follow through on that," he looked into her eyes.
Now she was really nervous, but she could also feel herself getting wet, just by the mere thoughts of what he was going to do.
Stop being a baby, she said to herself, you always wished he could do it all for real. Now here's your chance.
He stepped over to her and kissed her lightly on the mouth, then harder. When he tried to slip his tongue between her lips, she parted them eagerly.
Their tongues danced together as they drew as close to each other as they possibly could get, pressing their bodies against each other. She could feel his hardness straining to be released.
He tugged her tank top off over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her 38 C breasts sprung free.
His dick got even harder, and he could feel a few drops of precum drip out and rub into his boxers.