Remember when we were in 11th grade, I walked to your house? You were alone that day. No parents were at home. Your siblings were also away, and you were in your room, reading that novel you borrowed from me, The Choice by Nicholas Sparks. You were always a romance novel lover and used to tell me how you want our romance to last for the rest of our life. Surely, we both were very young at that time, and we knew very little about our sexuality.
“We are exploring”- I remember you saying when we made out for the first time. Our first time was a different story. It was sweet, romantic, and very very lovely. But today, I don’t know why I’m having flashbacks of our first shower encounter that evening. Do you remember, my love? It was wild, romantic, and sensual. Consider me horny.
I don’t know if you still remember the moments we had together back in those high school days. Or you have totally forgotten me, living in your utopia? But I still do. I still remember the way you made me feel that night, hot and wet, all over.
On a typical summer evening, I returned from my private tuition class, and you were standing there on your balcony. I looked at you as the moonlight fell on your bright, creamy face, glistened as you pointed towards me, and smiled.
“Mind to stop by?”- you say and move towards your entrance. I looked at your door and smiled at you in response.
“Come on in.”
I paced towards you as you opened the door for me, waiting for you to hold me in your arms. Your warmth immediately soothed me down after a long day at school, as I wrapped my arms around you, resting my head on your chest.
“I missed you.”- I murmur
Pulling back, you looked at me and smiled. “I’m alone. Wanna cuddle until my parents get back home?”
I accepted your offer with a smile on my lips and moved inside of your house. You took me to your living room where you studied and played guitar in your off time. It was comfy but messy, with Taylor Swift’s posters adhering up on walls. You closed your door as I sat down on your bed with my backpack throwing it to the floor.
You came close and sat next to me. For moments, we said nothing. My head was resting on your shoulder while I held your arm with both of my hands, and you were playing with my nails. And then what happened when I looked into your eyes?
You stared back; then you looked at my lips through the dim light in the room. Your stares were wandering between my lips and eyes, up and down. It was a silent night, but we both could hear the soft sound of a breeze outside with the sound of our thudding heartbeats combined.
You reached out with your lips partly opened, and I could already feel them kissing. My hands reached out to your soft beardless teen face, brushing with my fingertips. Pulling back, I muttered, “I love you.”
You shook your head. As you did so, the little strands of your hair fell on your face. In the almost dark empty room with the moon breaking through your window, I could feel your bright chocolate brown eyes as they dropped on me.
“I love you more.”- you whispered and then kissed me again with soft smooching sounds. You closed your eyes as my hands traced your jawline. I slowly caressed your face with my fingertips and let them perished under that white cotton top you were wearing.
I touched you under your shirt while kissing your soft pinkish lips and exchanging our tongues in-between. I moaned slowly against your mouth when you started to play with my firm teenage boobs. As you felt the temperature rising in the room, you said,
“Come shower with me, babe.”-motioning towards your own private bathroom. I have not visited it before night, and I did not know what it looked like.
It was a midsize bathroom with a white tiled floor. I liked how you kept it clean and organized, and when I entered, a soft scent hit my nose. I realized it was the smell of your shampoo.
I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and dropped my skirt, left them on the floor. You wrapped my tiny waist around your arms, and we started to kiss again. Our eyes were closed, stomachs full of butterflies, our bodies completely surrendered to each other while our hands moved wherever they could without asking for our permission. The sweet contact of your soft lips against my neck earned you a moan from my mouth, and you sucked on my skin, giving me a hickey.
I stood there getting weak on my knees, seeing you teething and sucking on my skin where your hands went to cup my breasts in one slow motion. You stroked them with your hands, squeezing and pinching my teats occasionally.
And then you pushed me against your tiled walls, turning the shower on with your one hand. I gasped as the cold water fell on my skin, and soon it soaked my sports bra. It accentuated my rock-hard nipples well, and you were complimenting them with your eyes.
“Oh my, you are looking so hot right now.”- You whispered, and your warm exhalations fell on my skin. I removed your wet top and began touching your chest with both of my eager hands while our mouths continued their job, teasing each other.
I still remember that cute boyish face you had back then. I admired the way the water was falling on your head and running through your bright glowing skin. You nibbled on my lips and shifted to my assets. Your fingers were tracing my hard teats over the bra. I permitted you to remove it from over my head. You kissed my boobs then and outlined the nipple with the tip of your tongue while pinching my other nipple softly.
I remember you looking at me with your eyes full of desires as my mouth formed a small ‘O’. I choked on my own breath and water when you bit my nipple and engulfed my breast with your mouth. Your tongue seldom licked my areolas. I washed your hair as you did so and rubbed my hands all over your shoulders and back.
Letting go of my boobs, you met my lips again. Slowly and passionately, we kissed for some time under the shower before my hands got excited to feel your erect penis. I grabbed it over your PJ and rested my other hand on your waistline. You loosened the bottom, giving me full access to your balls and manhood. I pumped your cock with one hand, and my other hand was cupping your balls. I lubricated it with my saliva. The combination of cold water and warm salivation on your hard-on made you groan a little.
You kissed me hungrily as if you couldn’t get enough of me. Among the sound of the water, our moans reverberated through the otherwise silent bathroom.
“I want you.”- You breathed, “I want to go inside of you.”
Turning my back on you, I responded towards your desire. You slightly pushed me to the wall and dropped my panty. I welcomed you with a loud whine as I felt you sliding your cock inside of my tight vagina. You were excited but gentle, which was one of the things I liked about you. You patiently but passionately entered into me from behind with your one hand holding my waist.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”- You said.
“Go slow.”- I replied.
I pushed my hips into your groin as you pounded me nicely and slowly. Your hands reached down to my clitoris, rubbing it up and down. You panted, and I moaned, gulping some water in the process. Your other hand moved to my boobs, squeezing them equally. Resting my hands on the wall, I pushed my hips against your cock with my legs wide apart.
In a few minutes, you ejaculated, and I, too, orgasmed. You turned me towards you and shot me with your throbbing cock in your hand right at the bottom of my stomach.
You felt so good inside of me that night, and I realized that was the only place I wanted to be. But what happened, my dear? Did you find another place or got lost on your way home?