"I have never been so sure about anything else in my whole life", I groaned reaching for her glamorous lips. She welcomed mine with a warm and enticing bite that send both of to a rhythmic slurping enjoying each other's taste.
"This a break of your promise", she moaned in between our kisses.
"Gentlemen break promises for more interesting ones or do you want me to stop?" I stopped kissing her acting sorry and totally apologetic after my senseless statement. I don't know what I meant till to date.
"For you own sake do not stop", she said "and" she continued. "For my own sake, it will be sweeter if we pretended to be taking a shower enjoying the hotness of our love while the cold water cools us down" she shyly smiled as she let me take off her dress.
She was wearing a good padded black bra and an immaculate French black underwear. Both made her more sexy and attractive than ever. She was the most eatable creature had ever met. Looking at her in those sexy inner attires made me hornier than I was, it was then I realized that this wasn't only what I wanted but also what needed in and beside me for the rest of my life.
"You are beautiful Tasha", I managed to whisper to her as I kissed her in her ears which was after losing my breathe for seconds. I am sure I could have fainted if it wasn't for the cold water from the shower and her tight hug. I reached for her enticing indulgent and irresistible lips for the millennia kiss, her lips received mine in the most luxurious way.
I reached for her brassier laces with my experience and within no time it fell on the bathroom floor enjoying the nature of our romantic body moves as we swayed from one point to another communicating through moans and panting. My bulge was pushing between her soft gorgeous legs to have a test of her honey in which the only barrier was her already wet black panty. I let her lips go while kissing her desirable neck with both my hands massaging her perfect octahedral medium sized breasts. I followed the flow of water with my tongue down through in between her breasts down to her panty. I tried to take it off with my front teeth but again my experience was not yet to that point. I reached for her clit with my center figure making some soft touches as she groaned more and more. She reached for my hand as she gave me the most romantic and seductive eye look ever,
" I am a virgin", she whispered as drops of water made the letter-sound of the last word reach my ears and eyes in a slow motion pace, letter after a letter. It was unbelievable and disturbing.
Surprise and confusion hit my face, mind and body in the most terrible and unexplainable way. Not only that I could not move my legs but I could not process anything sensible in my young and serious mind for minutes. I will be lying if I say I wasn't surprised by the fact that she was a virgin but my traumatizing question was how she was a virgin. I was her second love and with that in mind I remembered that she had been in a three-year serious relationship with her first love before we met. This made me doubt my definition of serious but as my grandfather would say, never doubt what you believe in before you are proven otherwise by a tangible and real evidence.
My primary head teacher meant it when he called me the doubting Thomas for I never believed without touching, but the only way I could touch Tasha to believe that she was a virgin was to fuck her and be the first man she feels inside her, something I was not ready after what had just came out of her mind. I know I should have been happy for I was to be the first to have the genesis and first taste of her hidden fruit of life between her sexy, seductive and sweet legs, but I wasn't for I was not ready. How could I have been, after I went the hell of an experience during my first encounter with coition.
I was talking about sex with my friend someday back, we argued at some point, agreed at other points but at the end of the day we made a conclusion, that sex is so sweet, but when all the parties involved are willing and from experience I can accede to the findings. They say experience is the best teacher, for if I apply my past sexual experience to describe the feeling in a more negative side of satisfaction, I would say that sex is terrible when it is one-sided or when the other party is after something. Agree or disagree, it's according to my teacher, that's my experience for the Bible demands us to tell the truth and the truth only for if we do it will set us free.
I am pretty sure that my previous paragraph is conflicting and judgmental but I am not sorry for that is who I am and for a story to be sweet and lovable, you ought to be truthful to yourself first then to the readers. And that's what I have always done though am contradicting sometimes but the truth is contradicting and that's what makes it a free-setter. I had some difficulties growing up as a very shy and naïve boy. Every time I would wish I would have a girlfriend but each time I saw some approach I would hide in the nearby bush if there wasn't another route but my hide and seek game came to the omega one day. I had a very cunning "friend" as he called himself. To me he was more than an enemy, a bully and my perception has never changed up to today.
I had never known a girl (so to say) all my years in primary and secondary school, and that was a lot of time trying to convince myself that the only purpose for my penis was for short calls.