This is the second part of a story, I really suggest reading the first in order to enjoy this story even more.
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Still trying to catch my breath from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had, a fact that was even more exciting since it was my first ever, I glanced over at the Greek god responsible. Brian was the sexiest guy I had ever met. Six foot three, tan, with long, lean muscle all over his body, dark blue eyes that complimented his adorably curly blonde hair. He also had just enough of a happy trail and chest hair, which, along with his toned stomach, was perfect for me to rub my hand up and down as I slowly came back to the real world.
He smiled at me. "How do you feel?"
I was still breathing heavily, but I never miss an opportunity to flirt or be sarcastic. If I can manage it, I like to do both. "It's so cute that you think there are words to describe this."
He moved some dangling strands of hair from my face and then his long fingers made their way down between my breasts and continued on to graze over my stomach. "No regrets? Still want to go further?"
If I thought he was sexy before, this show of chivalry only made my desire for him to take my virginity stronger. "Absolutely no regrets. I can't imagine doing this with anyone else," his face was even more beautiful as it relaxed into relief. "But, I might need a little break if you're going to wear me out so much," I said with a grin.
"Well, I did invite you to come over for breakfast, how about I explore the kitchen?" I replied with a nod, biting my lip to keep my smile from overtaking my face. As he walked away, still wearing his semi-wet bathing suit from his morning laps at the pond, I redid my ponytail, trying to smooth my long brown hair into something other than a rat's nest and tried to make myself look sexy for when he came back.
A minute later, he returned, looking bashful. "I, um, don't have any food here," he said. He paused for a second and then, coming up onto the bed next to me, he asked, "how about I change, go to the market and grab some breakfast sandwiches, and you stay here and take a shower?" His eyes started out by scanning my face, checking for any offense or annoyance, but they slowly traveled down the rest of my body, taking their time as they explored.
Woah, I thought, he made me wet just by looking at me. I hoped he didn't notice that I was dripping. I could feel my breathing getting heavy again, but I managed to accept his proposal, and then listen to his instructions about the shower and towels, I was successfully acting like a normal person. And then he took off his shorts to change.