Angelie stood at a very short 5'0, if her height even reached that high. She had an attraction to her. Hispanic in decent, she was tan with dark hair and eyes. She was slightly heavy for such a short stature, yet curvy and voluptuous. She had a very large chest. Her breasts a sizeable DD and pushing the next size up. Her thighs were thick and her bottom was proportionate with her short and somewhat plump build. She had smooth skin and long hair that was more often curly and didn't lack the use of hairspray. She spoke with a slight accent that was a mixture of foreign and urban. Self-conscious, she often was attired in loosely fit jeans and larger-sized shirts. Even on warmer days, she would normally wear a windbreaker or a hoodie in the public eye so as to not reveal too much of what was beneath. For the most part, she was pleasant in attitude. She was never one to start trouble or get mixed up in it. She didn't have many friends, but those who were her friends were close and trustworthy.
It was through one of these friends, that she met Dave, a tall, medium-built guy with long brown hair that just came down past his face. It was parted slightly to one side but even in length all around. It was 1996 after all. Some guys did still sport the Kurt Cobain hairstyle, despite his passing 2 years prior. He had the most beautiful blue eyes that Angelie would be happy to just stare at for minutes at a time. Dave was well-rounded socially. His primary circle was with like-styled individuals who would have hack n sack competitions. However, the circle was not relegated to just that. Mostly white guys and girls, with Angelie being the exception, however styles were diverse. Some enjoyed rap and hip hop music while others were steady listeners of the Top Hits stations on the local radio. Dave preferred hard rock and grunge, like Nirvana.
Dave and Angelie knew each other through association, but their interactions were often vague. A "Hello" here and a "What's going on" there. They never engaged in conversations at length, getting to a point that they could get to know each other. Angelie only knew one thing. Dave was a hottie and she liked him. He was nice, not ignorant or stuck up. He was laid back and pretty much got along with anyone who was not ignorant toward him. These were traits that Angelie enjoyed. She never gave him signs that she was attracted to him, but often confided in their mutal friend, Sarah.
Angelie was still living with her parents. A 19 year old senior in high school, she has struggled in the public school system, mostly due to a lack of dedication and applying herself enough to just get through school and take the next step in what lies ahead in her life. Dave also lived with his parents. The same went for Sarah. They attended the local Community College. Dave had taken a year off and worked a part-time job at night while he pondered what to do post-high school.
Angelie got in trouble at school one day in the spring. She was suspended for 3 days for accumulating too many demerits for lateness. This ultimately just meant she had 3 days off. She was bored and had invited Dave and Sarah over. They both decided to skip classes that day and take her up on her invite. It was a just a friendly hang out. They arrived early, watched movies, stole liquor from Angelie's mom's liquor cabinet. Mid-way in the afternoon, Sarah had left for an hour. Angelie, slightly impaired following a few shots of vodka, had revealed her interest to Dave. Their conversation led to them kissing and making out on the couch. When Sarah returned, she was made a third wheel as Dave and Angelie cuddled together and made out periodically throughout the rest of the afternoon. Upon leaving, Angelie questioned Dave about not giving her a kiss good bye. Sarah waited as Dave returned to the house, as Angelie had wished. After a final, brief make-out session, Dave whispered a suggestion to Angelie that he return tomorrow, without Sarah. Angelie agreed.
The next morning, Dave arrived at Angelie's house. It was 8:30am. Angelie's parent's were safely gone for the day. She opened the door to greet him. She was dressed in just sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her hair, normally hardened with hairspray and gel, was pulled back in a loose bun and soft, yet knotty. She hadn't taken the time to do it. In fact, she looked like she rolled out of bed just minutes prior to his arrival. She invited him in and no sooner did she have the door closed behind him, he took her and they were in a deep, passionate kiss. Without the presence of Sarah, his hands did a lot more wandering over her clothes. Angelie was happy that this was the second day in a row they were making out, so she followed suit. They still stood just inside the front door. She put her hands up to his chest and eased him back against it. Dave was tall, standing nearly 6'2, so he was leaning down to engage in this kissing.
His hands wandered down to her ass. He took two full palms and grasped tightly. He lifted her up and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist for support. He was now able to stand up straight. He broke the kiss and started brushing his moist lips gently along her jaw-line and up to her earlobe. He would let his tongue out just slightly as his soft kisses moved from her ear down to the side of her neck. She let out some heavy breaths, almost like sighs. She clung to him tightly, with her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. His hands remained clamped to her ass, supporting her as he went to work on her neck with his tongue and lips. Her breath quickened as he kept the slow, gentle, but very deliberate teasing going.
Her first moan escaped as his mouth reached her collarbone. It was a soft and whispery moan, but a moan nonetheless. He looked up at her. She gazed back into his eyes. She sought a kiss but his head moved to the other side of her face and replicated the path. This time, she breathed in a deep inhale. He looked up at her. She sought a kiss again, but this time, he moved his head downward, starting at her chin. She lay her head back, and his path now went down the bottom of her chin, and down the front of her neck. She lay her head back more, this time, arching her back slightly, and straightening her shoulders, pressing her breasts against his chest. Her eyes closed, she enjoyed the stimulating performance of his lips and tongue.
He slowly lowered her to her feet. He took her hand in his and was guiding her to the living room couch. She stopped him abruptly.
"Wait." She pleaded.
He glanced back at her as the first words of the morning were spoken.
"I'm a virgin." She admitted.
Dave grinned, not in a cocky way, but more eagerly.
"Really?" He asked, somewhat shocked.
"Yes." She answered with a faint sadness.
"Are you ready for this?" He asked nobly.
"I don't know"
Dave raised his eyebrows and took her hand in his again.
"If you weren't ready, you would have insisted on No." He exclaimed, rather convincingly.
He continued to guide her to the couch. This time she followed obediently. She knew he was right. She did want this. Nineteen years old, still in high school, and still a virgin. She wanted this. She wanted him.
They stood in front of the couch. He placed his index finger under her chin, guiding her face upward to look at him. He smiled assuringly, and leaned down to kiss her. She took the kiss with overwhelming passion. He traced his fingers along both sides of her hips. He slowly moved them upward, his fingers sliding under her shirt. He continued moving his hands upward taking the shirt with them. One cue, she put her arms in the air and he removed the shirt in one motion. Her breasts were fully exposed. They were large and heaving with her breath. Each breast had large, thick, dark brown nipples that hardened almost immediately, as if soldiers straightening up at the presence of a superior officer. She lowered her face in embarrassment. She's never been revealed to a man before. He took his hand and placed on her jaw. This time, turned her face to his in more of a commanding gesture.
"You're beautiful. You have nothing to be shy about." He encouraged.
She blinked several times, not knowing how to react. His hand left her jaw and grazed down her neck to her chest. She straightened her back, pushing her breasts forward.
"That's better" He said softly.
He was so sexy, she thought. That voice is almost hypnotic. He brought his other hand up and simultaneously, grazed the tips of his thumbs along the areola above where her nipples protruded. Her lips quivered at the touch. Her breathing was erratic. She was obviously a bundle of nerves. His thumbs moved over her now exceedingly erect nipples, again, at the same time. She flinched at the initial touch, breathing deeply and her exhales were shaky. He moistened his lips with his tongue, and he lowered his head to her left breast, taking the tip of her nipple, into his mouth.
"ohhhhh" she let out a very audible moan.
On her right breast, Dave's index finger joined his thumb and now caressed the majority of the protruding nipple in a circular motion. Her knees shook slightly, almost giving out on her. Her eyes were closed tight as Dave suckled the tip of her left nipple, while caressing her right one. Every few moments, he'd apply a pressured squeeze to it. His lips parted and he took the full nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly, deliberately, teasingly.
He removed his lips and raised his head. She opened her eyes and he was glaring at her. She didn't recognize the glare but she speculated it was hunger. He released her other nipple and his hands ran down the sides of her body to her waist. His middle fingers hooked under the waist band of her sweats and panties, and began to force them over her hips. He lowered himself a bit as they passed over her thighs, past her knees, and to her ankles. She stepped out of them immediately. He glanced down to look at what was concealed between her legs by the sweats and panties. A full, thick coat of dark pubic hair, hardly trimmed except for the sides, which were shaved completely for the bikini and panties. He smiled as he stood upright. He took her hands, and guided her to sit on the couch.
She sat on the edge of the couch, completely nude. She stared up into his face as she reached forward and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She tugged them down revealing a pair of form-fitting boxer briefs. A rather large bulge stuck out. Her eyes widened briefly. Dave removed his own t-shirt revealing a thin patch of chest and stomach hair. He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his jeans. He reached down to remove his socks. Angelie's hands remained on the fronts of his thighs. She couldn't pull her stare away from the bulge that was concealed under the form fitters. She slid her hands up and tugged at the waist, taking them off. She looked on as a large, semi-erect penis was revealed.
Dave was pretty well-endowed, but not exaggerated. It would be overbearing for a virgin but a healthy size to more experienced women. His pubic hair, very neatly trimmed, but very visible. She reached her hand out and touched it, rubbing an opened hand around the base, before closing her hand in a light grasp. She looked up at him.
"It's big. This is going to hurt a lot." She said with a hint of doubt.
"All sizes will hurt, Angelie. It's normal." He reassured.
She began to slowly stroke her hand up and down the base of his penis. His semi-erection started to go full. Her eyes widened as it grew in front of her eyes. Once at full erection, she was convinced, this would split her open.
"I see you're worried. Don't worry. I'll take it easy."
