Her pink cheeks are flush with the excitement of telling a story. Her blonde hair rests on her shoulders. Her blue eyes are wide and they look to me for approval. I turn up the corners of my mouth and she continues with more vivacity. The innocence and naivety pour from her ink- pen blue eyes. I am not listening as intently as I should be.
I am thinking about removing her clothes and uncovering her milky white skin. Some of her clothing betrays her. I can see the curves of her body. I can see her creamy, swollen breasts, long silky thighs, and the golden down of a natural blonde.
Her eyes flash with enthusiasm of reciting her tale. She is a beautiful angel whom I wish to give the wondrous hypnotic sensation of sweet sensual love. I long to kiss her shoulder and swirl my tongue around her taut nipples. My goal is to have her lily white skin speckled with goosebumps and a hot desire grow between her legs.
But there is no yielding in her eyes. I knew that if I wanted to have my way with her I was going to have to start things out slowly. Very slowly. I was hoping to give her pleasures that she had not even experienced from a man. I gently placed my hand on her arm. Her skin was warm to my touch. I looked sideways at her and smiled. I was urged on by the fact that she didn't react dramatically to my hand on her arm. I turned and looked her straight in the face.
"Do you want to come upstairs to my room?"
"Sure." I couldn't believe that she had agreed. I started to panic as I led her up the stairs. I didn't expect her to say yes and I didn't know what the hell I was going to do once we got to my bedroom. I opened the door to the tiny room and escorted her in. I shut the door behind me. I plugged in the Christmas lights that I still had up around my closet door and lit some candles. She sat down on my bed and crossed her legs Indian style. I sat across from her in the same position.
