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It wasn’t the first, second, or even third time I had been to his house. This place was familiar to me, but this one time it seemed different. We were alone, and we both knew what was going to happen. He walked in, in front of me and slipped his shoes off. My flip flops were easy to get off once I was in the house. I moved silently to the front door and closed it. I turned my back to the door and leaned against it. He wasn’t two steps away from me and his hands were already reaching to caress my face. Gently taking my face in his hands he stepped forward so that our bodies had no room between them. Then bowed his head down to mine and kissed me with feather weight lips. He pulled back and after a second or two, finally opened his eyes. The eyes I fell in love with right away, the baby blue pools that see through me. He came in to kiss me again, this time however the gentleness was underneath all the sensual lust. His kiss was hard and it pushed me up against the wall. His hands went around my waist and worked their way down. No, he’s not a butt guy, in fact he just grazed my butt before going down to the back of my thigh. He bent down slightly and when he came up he was carrying me off to his room. He threw me on his bed, and not wasting any time, he took off his shirt. He paused for a moment.
     “Those have got to be my favorite shorts,” he smile, “mind if I see them for a second?”
     “Only if you come get them.” I teased, and backed up to the top of the bed.
     He lifted one eyebrow, which I thought was incredibly sexy, and started to crawl toward me. Smiling, he kissed me. His hands were on my hips squeezing. He pulled away from my kiss with his hands still attached to my sides, and in one quick jerk he had my shorts around my ankles and off my feet in the same motion. He looked at them and looked back at me and looked at them again.
     “You make them look good.” he said throwing the shorts on his never vacuumed floor. (He’s a guy, what did you expect.) “And as for that red shirt,” he said tugging on the bottom, “it doesn’t match that revealing piece of cloth you had on under the other piece of cloth you called shorts.”
     “Everything matches black.” I remarked as he basically tore off my favorite V-neck blouse.
     “I was hoping you would say that,” he climbed closer to me, “Let me show you how great black and white go together.”
     “And how exactly,” I emphasized exactly because I wanted to know these things, “are you planning on doing that?” While I was talking he was kissing my stomach and using his teeth to pull my belly button ring. He had also managed to get my thong down to my knees and was starting to go for… “a snack”. My voice was getting shaky and I was breathing heavily. I was afraid that if I took a deep breath I might not be able to feel it. I could not let that happen.
     “If you want to know exactly,” he came up to eye level, “let me just show you.” And with that, he lunged inside of me. I cried out.
     He laughed but didn’t slow down. He was on top of me and it looked like he was comfortable enough to stay there for a while. I was completely okay with that, I had never felt this good.
     “Baby,” his voice was soft and not shaky at all, “I’ve waited for this for a long time. You are so beautiful.” He kissed me. “I wanna fuck you until the sun comes up.”
     “You have no idea how bad I want you right now.”
     “Show me.”
     “Okay.” I whispered.