I was a bit of broken girl when I met him. Although he was the only one that understood what I went through. It was the summer and he had just finished high school. He also just turned 18 and I had invited him to stay at my apartment. When I heard the knock on my front door I was so nervous and excited that my heart started to race. As I reached for the door knob I tried my hardest to not pass out from excitement.
I opened the door with my shaking hands. As my eyes locked with his, all I could do was blush uncontrollably. He smiled nervously and looked at the floor. He was a sweet kid I had met online. He always made me laugh with sweet compliments or funny pictures. As I stood there admiring his brown curly hair, he rushed in and gave me a hug. I inhaled through my nose, smelling his musk. It was sort of sweet but masculine, it made me shiver in pleasure. The hug was warm and inviting. He made me feel safe.
"Are you okay?" he whispered.
"I'm just really happy to finally see you," I replied.
My breasts were touching his chest and his cock was nearly touching my pussy through his jeans. There was an unexpected sexual tension between us. I could feel it in the air. I pulled away just far enough to look at his chubby, cute smiling face. That's when he blushed uncontrollably, his hands leaving my hips.
His was a nervous teen. Who never truly experienced a woman like myself. I was 20, had long brown hair and blue eyes. Most of the time people made it known that my eyes were incredibly stark blue. I loved the attention sometimes. But I never really had anyone to share it with. My breasts were a perfect size of 32 D. And my ass sure did get a lot of looks. Not too big but hot enough to imagine bare. I was naturally skinny but with wide hips.