The names have been changed to protect the privacy of the parties involved. This is a true story of two teenagers (both over the age of consent).The characters in my story have been altered and any resemblance in personality or appearance they may have to anyone is purely coincidental. You'll have to scroll a bit to find the sex, but I promise not to leave any details out. Enjoy and drop some feedback for me!
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I stood in front of my mirror that morning, quivering. My black hair fell to my slim waist. I brushed it out of my bright green eyes and stared at myself. He was finally going to see me. My lips were full and pink, curving into a nervous smile. I wasn't very curvy. My breasts were only a 34B; really only a handful of perky fat, with small pink nipples. They were hard and pointed in anticipation.
I was tall, with long slender legs and a small toned ass. I examined every inch of myself to make sure I was as hairless as could be. I slid a hand down my stomach and to my pussy. My fingers came away slick. I blushed as I imagined him touching me instead, smelling me, tasting me... I glanced at my phone and blanched.
"Shit! He's landing in an hour!"
I hurried into my shorts that barely covered anything and a tight tank top. Then I rushed out to the airport, nervous. I was finally going to meet my first boyfriend, who lived 2,000 miles away. We had said that we wouldn't have sex if we weren't ready, but I knew I was ready. I was 18, and finally ready to lose my virginity. I loved him, and he loved me. It would be perfect.
The drive to the airport stretched out forever and wasn't long enough all at once. When I got there, he was waiting in passenger pick up. My eyes landed on him almost immediately, even though I'd never seen him in person, I think my soul called out to his. Or something.
He was taller than me! I breathed a sigh of relief. He strode confidently to my car with a crooked smile on his face. When he sat in the passenger seat I stared at him. I think I was trying to soak in his features.
"So uh... hi Michael," I smiled.
"Hi," he laughed. "Are you going to hold up traffic forever, Kris?"
"Oh—right, right. Sorry," my cheeks heated. I pulled through the lane to the relief of the cars behind me. I couldn't help but sneak glances at the boy beside me whenever I could.
He was just... perfect. I knew he would be, but deep down I had feared he wouldn't be. Don't we all when we date online? His light brown hair fell into his warm hazel eyes, those eyes that had gazed at my every message. He wore a tight fitting white T shirt, and black skinny jeans. I usually hated them on boys, but on him they were just right.
"You keep looking at me," he said.
"I can't help it." I said as we passed through another intersection. "You're here Michael! You're in my fucking car! I can't believe it. Did you have a good flight?"
"See, I told you you'd talk my ear off in ten minutes. Yes, I'm here. Yes, the flight was fine."
"You're the one who said you like when I talk your ear off," I said. We'd spent so many hours on the phone, talking about nothing and everything all at once. My heart felt like it would break out of my chest with happiness. "But you're here!"
"Yes," Michael laughed again. "I am."
"Aren't you amazed?"
"No. I promised you that I would come didn't I?" He paused. "But oh, that's right. A certain sexy someone didn't believe me."
Sexy? I could feel my cheeks heat. Did he think that I was really...?
"To be honest Kris... I am really glad to see you. You're really pretty you know."
"No, you're pretty." I said dumbly.
Luckily, that was a dumb joke between us and he didn't take it offensively. "Thanks."
He wasn't, though. He was fucking gorgeous. His lips looked soft, and curved in the most beautiful smile that made me forget how to breathe. His body was long even when he sat in my small car, and I couldn't wait to finally hug him and feel his arms around me. And more, of course... My cheeks heated again.
"Now what are you all red for?"
"Nothing!" I'm sure I blushed harder.
"Nothing huh?"
"Yep," I squeaked.
"Fucking adorable," he breathed as he reached over and grasped my hand.
My skin tingled where he touched me. I'd had boyfriends before, and held hands before but... it didn't affect me like this. Did he feel it too? I looked over at him, but his face hadn't changed. Maybe it was all me.
"So, this is it." I said as we pulled into the driveway.
The complex was small in general, and my apartment wasn't any exception. Just a one bedroom, one bathroom place. I had gotten it cheap, which was a blessing. I was blowing through my savings struggling to find another job after my last one didn't go so great.
"This is it," he echoed.
"Sorry it's kind of small. I know you're used to a house with your family," I babbled as he followed me up the stairs. I turned around to face him and found that he was crotch level with me on the stairs. "Oh! Uh. Right. Let's keep going."
"Nice view here," he joked with me.
I ignored that remark and hurried to unlock the door. As soon as we were in, I dropped my purse and turned back to him. His dark eyebrow rose at me.
"Yes?"
"I'm so glad you're here," I whispered. I found myself in his arms, my cheek resting on his chest. The moment felt exactly as perfect as I had wanted it to. We held onto each other for a long time. Just... finally touching each other. It was nice.
"Uh... I'm sorry." He suddenly said.
"For what?" I asked.
"What, you can't feel it?"
"No...?"
He shifted a little closer to me, and that's when I felt it press against me. I giggled as I realized he had a hard bulge in his pants.
"Let's sit down," I offered. We settled on the couch and talked like we always did. Of everything and nothing. We didn't bring up his boner again, even though I wanted to. I was just too shy. Eventually I lifted my head off his shoulder to look at him, and found my face inches from his.
