First story submission, please leave feedback, I would really appreciate it. Hope you enjoy :)
P.S. everyone in the story IS OVER 18.
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It all began with a kiss...
I had been lusting over this amazing young woman for years on end before I finally had the courage to make the first move. Her name was Jennifer and was the most amazing thing you have every seen I your entire life. Blue-ish gray eyes that you could get lost in, brunette hair that reaches past her shoulders, legs and ass to die for, and I think you get the overall picture.
Before this, we had been just friends for...I want to say four years. She is basically my sister (kinda weird, I know) but if you knew her, you would understand. ANYWAY back to the story.
It was at a dance in early march. I was sitting in a corner, a complete nervous wreck, when I saw her walk over. To some, she did not stand out as anything other than another guest. Needless to say, I am not those some. She was in a tie-dye hoodie, skinny jeans, and red vans. Her hair cascaded down her back, making her look like the goddess of my dreams.
After finally mustering up enough courage to go have a chat with her, I proceeded to wrap my arms around her from behind and just enjoy her warmth. At first, she was taken back (this would be the first of many times that I would do this) but she soon realized that my intentions were good, and decided to embrace me as well.
This embrace lasted for what seemed like days, until I took a look at the clock on the near-by wall. The dance was about to end in a matter of minutes, and this would be the last time I would see Jennifer in a while. I decided to make my move...
I turned her around to face me, as I pushed her against the nearest wall. At this point, my mind was in utter shut down, I was running on over-drive. I put my hand on either side of her waist, and tilt my head to the side slightly as I lean over and plant a soft kiss on her lips.
I felt her kiss back, and couldn't help but break out in a huge smile. I gave her a hug and quickly left before we were caught (dick move, I know).
I will spare you the romantic details of the first date a week later, but the fun began when the sexual tension built up to its limit a month and a half later.
We were in my house debating on what to do. It was an excruciatingly hot day, meaning that going outside for a long period of time was out of the question (especially since we did not have a pool). So I suggested that we go downstairs and watch a movie. Jennifer happily agreed, and took my hand as we walked to my basement.
At this point in time, Jennifer was in a fitted tank top, and skinny jeans. While I was in a tank top, and lacrosse shorts. When we reached the bottom of the steps, a sudden breeze of cool air hit us, making Jennifer shiver, and clutch herself to stay warm.
I quickly ran upstairs as fast as I could, and retrieved my farm jacket (which is very warm, mind you). I proceeded to run back downstairs, and like the gentleman that I am, put the jacket around her shoulders (yes, just like you see in the sappy romantic movies).
You should have seen her face. She had the biggest smile I have ever seen, and I couldn't help but give her a kiss. Afterwards, we walked over to the "living area" and sat down on the one and only rocking chair that was in the room at the time.
I handed her the remote so that she could choose something that she liked. We could not decide on one specific show, so we chose Courage the Cowardly Dog, and Doctor Who. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her back slightly so that she could get comfortable.
