*** Please note that my English isn't perfect. I'm just a Brazilian guy trying to write in English. Please feel free to send me your opinion or your corrections. Thanks!
If you haven't read my first story about Daniele ("Little Daniele"), I suggest that you do it before reading this one to get some background information.
The story can be found on my author page.
Now, the story! :-)
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After our first sexual contact, Daniele took some distance from me. Despites she talked to me often, she was always avoiding being with me, and physical contact in special. From that day on, she has never embraced me again, nor put her little beautiful face on my shoulder while we talked to each other. I was feeling strange, and for the first time I realized that my attraction for her wasn't only carnal. If I'm not in love, I was at least jealous and sad with her change of attitude to me.
The weeks passed, and she never gave me the chance to talk to her. Every time we were almost alone, she left. I was becoming crazy with that situation, with that little angel ignoring me after the hot and beautiful night we had.
She couldn't avoid me forever, though. One day, when she was going away, I got closer to her without being noted. She was alone, and I almost jumped in front of her, startling her. She jumped when she saw me, and tried to talk something about being in a rush, but I surprised her kissing her lips in the middle of the college. She tried to push me away at first, but then she returned my kiss softly and hugged me. We stood for some time in there, despite the danger (we both are attached to somebody in the college), and finally she guided me to the same place where we had our first night of love.
Once there, she asked me to sat down and kissed me again. I almost could feel love in her kiss, but I thought that my heart was playing games with me. After the kiss, we stood looking to each other's eyes for minutes that seemed to be hours. The time has stopped, everything was in slow motion, and only her eyes were important to me through those minutes.
But finally I broke the silence. I've asked her why. Only this: "Why?". She understood my question. She breathed two or three times, looked to the floor and started talking. She told me she was afraid of all the things that happened that other night. She was only 18, and I'm 33. She had a boyfriend, and I had a girlfriend. She was a virgin, and I was her first and only sexual experience, besides she was still a virgin after our meeting. And she was afraid to fall in love with me and be rejected.
She told me that and started crying, crying like a child. I started crying too, in part for her, in part for myself. I've passed all that time since our first kiss thinking that she doesn't liked me, and that she was only playing with me. I was really jealous for not had the attention that I had before from her. And now, she tells me that she was afraid too, afraid to fall in love with me. If I only knew…
I took Daniele in my arms and kissed her face, her nose, her eyes, her chin, and finally gently kissed her little mouth. I told her that I was so sad and feeling so alone since that day, that I almost lost my mind. I told her about my mixed feelings, my sadness for being ignored by her, and all the times that I've tried to be alone with her to no avail. She looked me in me eyes through her own tears, her expression changing slowly from sadness to happiness, from despair to complete calm. She doesn't answered me at first, but after ten or fifteen seconds she kissed me just like our first time, and I could feel that my story with her was only beginning…
We stayed there for two hours that day, talking about love and happiness, asking questions to each other, and doing all that things boyfriends and girlfriends does. She was insecure about our ages, and about her parents. I was insecure too, for the same reasons. We agreed to maintain our relationship secret for some time.
The next day was like heaven to me. She was again the same girl I met before, always tender, always sweet, always making me feel like a little boy again. We were radiant, shining when we were together. But in the day before weekend, we almost couldn't say goodbye. Wait two days before seeing each other was too much for us. Then, we agreed to meet in the Saturday, despites all the "danger" involved.
Saturday morning. I'm waiting for her in a park. I was thinking about how she would dress for me that day, when I saw her. My heart jumped when I saw Daniele coming, in a white dress with blue flowers, her hair floating in the air, her smile shining from her face. I stood speechless while she approached me, and finally sad: "You're an angel!" She smiled like a little girl and kissed me, a kiss that lasted for five minutes, warm, hot, full of love.
We stayed there for one hour, looking the birds and the sun, talking about nothing in special. She then told me she was hungry. I asked her where she would like to eat, and she told me something that I loved to hear: "I want to eat in some place that we can be alone. All alone." Her eyes are pure lust, contrasting with her innocent and sweet face. I kissed her again, and we left for my car.
Minutes later, we were in a motel. I asked for a suite with a Jacuzzi, and a beautiful view to the sea. Daniele entered the main bedroom, from where the sea could be seen, and sat down on the bed, looking the waves hitting the rocks. I stayed there, looking her with love, thinking in how I could be so lost for someone. She looked at me and smiled, a smile that only her could smile, and asked me to get closer. I sat down by her side, and she kissed me. Our hands started to rub our bodies, undoing buttons, taking off pieces of clothing, exposing our bodies. In a minute, we were all naked, kissing like old lovers, with a calm lust flowing between us.
