[MF] The new girl (18F, 20F)

You know how sometimes, the most silent girls are sluttiest? This is one of those stories.

I started college a bit later than normal. After finishing high school, I wasn’t really sure of what I wanted to do and instead of picking a random general program, I decided to take a year off to work, travel, etc. That year quickly became two and for a bit, I wasn’t sure I would be going to college. Then, at work, I found out what I liked and decided it was time to do it. It was a bit harder to be admitted to a good college having taken two years off, so word of advice for all high school seniors here. Still, the September of my twenty years, I finally entered college.

I was a bit older than most people there, but just by a year or two, so things were just okay. Sure, most kids were 18-19, and I was bordering on 21, but the difference was minimal.

Tons of things happened the first year I finally set foot in college, including tons of wild parties, but today I want to focus on what I think is one of the hottest stories I’ve ever been a part of.

There was one girl in two of my classes that was… a little bit odd. Not in a negative way really, but it would be fair to say she might as well be, well, invisible. Simply said, no one ever noticed her. In fact, no one even acknowledged her presence. She might as well not exist.

She sat in the furtest corner of the room and always arrived way before anybody. And she never made a single sound. Never opened a sac of chips or a can of soda. Never coughed, laughed, ask questions, anything you want to say. Even worse, I would never see her anywhere else and neither did anyone I talked to. No social clubs, no sports, she didn’t even eat at the cafeteria or visit the library. Nothing. She didn’t go to our program’s initiation party and as far as I knew, never talked to anyone. Nobody even knew her name.

The girl was petite, I would say 5’2″, and super tiny. Literally minuscule, I would say below 80lbs. She had long brown hair held in a pony tail and looking a bit… Childish. Now, she was actually 18 herself, so of course she looked young, but trust me when I say she could easily pass for 14, 13 and perhaps younger. Just… childish traits. A straight, oval face, she didn’t really wear makeup and I was pretty sure she didn’t wear a bra neither. Not that she didn’t have breasts, in fact they were disproportionally big for her frame at around 32B. She had a cute face and small, pretty eyes. Personality-wise, I won’t repeat everything, but she was incredibly shy.

After around two weeks, I began to feel genuinely bad for her. I felt her loneliness and while you might say everyone has a different view of what loneliness is, you can’t deny she was hyper-lonely. Yes, I felt bad for her. I decided to try to be her friend.

I arrived early to a class we shared and sat next to her. She didn’t have any reaction to my presence. Kept reading. If something was going to happen, I had to make it happen.

I introduced myself to her as Sarah. She mumbled something about being “Emily.” I asked her what she was reading, it was one of those medieval young adult novels. “Do you read a lot?” When she had time, she said. She wasn’t exactly making huge efforts to make conversation, you know?

But I didn’t give up. Started to ask about some of her favorite books. Asked what she did for fun. She started talking about magic the gathering, I told her I had no idea what that was, and right at this moment…

… Bam.

It was as if I had turned on the “Talk” mode on her. She started a long diatribe on Magic and how her brothers showed her how to play and how she played magic in high school and how she had received some kind of rare card for her birthday and how she had won a local tournament and…

She talked and talked and talked. Only the arrival of many more students stopped it. Politely, she interrupted herself and stopped talking. She spent the class in silence, but at least I had an angle of approach.

I had no idea how the hell this game was played. I asked her if she could show me during lunch break. “Really, you want to learn?” Well, yeah.

She lent me some cards and within an hour, I knew how to play. Well not really, I’m pretty sure (no, I’m totally sure) she would let me win, but yeah, I managed to beat her. I think she really wanted a friend and maybe thought I would leave her if I lost all the time. This is how shy/introverted she was.

She then said she was sad there was no club for Magic as it was the only club she was in during high school. She said all her friends were to colleges in other town and she had lost track of them. I then remembered – vaguely – that one of my nerdy friend had mentioned Magic or some kind of card game, I don’t know, at some point. I told her about it, and she said that usually, guys didn’t like playing with girls. I told him Nick was different

Slowly, very slowly, Emily began to have some friends. She would spend lunch break playing with Nick and his friends. Not just magic, but other games, including Dungeons and Dragons. It was at this point Emily started to smile. She would no longer have that depressed, look at the ground expression. She was no longer hiding herself in a corner of a classroom. She was happy, cheerful even, and it was the first time I heard her ask a question in class.

As for us, Emily and I became close friends. It was clear nobody had taught her how to wear makeup, so I taught her. Likewise, she only had mostly boyish clothes, so I helped her shop for a proper dress, blouses, etc. I’m telling you, I really was applying myself to turn my protegee into something.

About two weeks in our friendship, Emily confessed to me she had never as much as held a guy’s hand before. We had drank a little bit, which she confessed she had never done before, aside from half a glass of wine or half a bottle of beer here and there. Didn’t like the taste. I had made us mojitos this time and she seemed to like it, perhaps a little too much. Still, college is the place to experiment and try stuff and there was no better spot than the safety of my apartment.

I brought the subject up first, asking if there was any guy she liked. Then, tipsy, she just let it all out. She told me she had never kissed anyone, never hugged one, obviously never had sex. Never seen a guy naked; she even confessed she had never masturbated, barely having touched herself. I told her she was still young and asked what she thought about it: she said she was really, really curious. I told her about some of my experiences, how good it was, etc. She asked me what it felt like, whether it hurt or not. I told her about Karl and how wonderful the night had been, and how I was her age when I lost mine, etc. She was curious about orgasms too, and she had questions about alcohol, and drugs, all that kind of stuff. She had watched some pornography online and all that and she seemed really, really curious. “You should ask the guys in your magic the gathering group,” I said, and she replied that they were unfortunately all in a relationship. I found that hard to believe, especially this early in a semester, but okay. Didn’t know MTG guys were that popular.

The next time we discussed sex was when I had a boy over. Emily had decided to come see if I was available in person (instead of texting, which she wasn’t much into) and I just happened to have a guy over. Hearing someone knock at the door, I only had time to put a bathrobe on.

“Oh it’s you, come on in!”

I could have told her I was busy or that this wasn’t the moment, really, but for some reason I didn’t. Maybe a part of me wanted my protegee to know that, well, her mentor was doing it. The guy and I were about done anyway.

“Heyy..” she said gently. “So sorry to disturb you, were you taking a shower?”

“No, no, come on it!” I said, inviting her inside.

“Was wondering if you wanted to come to the library this afternoon to study? Then maybe later we can hang out, I….”

“Of course Emily, I just have someone over.”

“Oh?” She seemed surprised I would be dressed like this if I had someone over.

“Hello!” The guy peaked out of the room, only wearing a pair of boxers. He was tall and muscular with big pecs. He walked over to me and kissed me. I kissed him back and smiled.

“Oh Sarah you should have told me you had…” Her face was fully red and she was super embarassed.

“It’s okay.”

“You mind if I take a shower before I go? I have to go to work.”

“Not at all, you’re pretty sweaty,” I said, kissing him again. He put his arms around me and kissed me again.

“Okay.”

He went to the bathroom and Emily was now so embarassed she was back to her “why can’t I disappear” mood.

“You think he’s pretty?”

“He’s your boyfriend?” she just replied.

“No, no…” I replied, giggling. “Just a guy I met at a volleyball party. Invited him over last night and, well, things clicked.”

“You… You slept with him?” she asked in absolute disbelief.

“I did, Emily.”

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have interr…”

“He’s leaving for work anyway. I’m totally in for the library.” I paused. “You never answered me. Do you find him pretty?”

“Yeah…” she still hesitantly.

“Still… Curious?”

“Yeah… I guess,” she replied.

“Hold on a minute. Get yourself something to drink, okay?”

I went to the bathroom, undressed, and joined him in the shower. “Had to get a little bit before you have to go,” I simply said. We kissed, I hugged him and soon enough, he was hard. I rubbed his dick a bit as I kissed him.

“My friend really found you attractive,” I said.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah you got her all excited. Wanna make a deal?”

“What deal?”

“Clothes are in our room and there’s only one towel for the both of us. I’ll suck you in the shower if you walk to the room in front of her.” He giggled.

“Really?”

“She’s never seen one before and she’s super curious. Make sure she watches.”

Before he could answer, I got on my knees and starting giving him a blowjob. Soon, he started to pant and moan in pleasure.

“Wait, stop!” he said.

“What?”

“I think it’s better if… If she sees me that way.” I was confused. Then, I get what he meant. He wanted to be hard.

“Oh.”

“You owe me one blowjob, though.”

He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself quickly and, still rock hard walked out. From what he told me, she looked away as soon as he stepped out. I heard him say “it’s okay, you can look” and I guess curiosity got the better of her. She looked at his dick first discretely, then took a long gaze at it. He giggled and walked to the room. While I was drying off, he dressed up, then brought me my clothes.

“I was covered in sweat too,” I told Emily. The guy and I kissed, then he left.

“Oh… My… Gosh…”

“I knew you’d like it,” I just said.

“That thing was HUGE! It… It can’t possibly… Go in me?”

“It’s actually about average. Definitely not on the small size, but some guys have much bigger.”

“Wait, WHAT?”

I laughed. “I know. I hope you liked it at least.”

“That’s… You know what, that was awesome. Thank you, Sarah. I only wish I could have… have.”

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

We spent the afternoon studying in the library. Although exams were far, we had a lot of stuff to cover. As we were done and as the library was getting empty, dinner time approaching, she just let it blurt out: “I just wish I could have touched it,” as if she had been holding it for a long time.

I laughed. “It’s perfectly normal to be curious.”

“Like, how does it feel like?”

“I don’t know, I don’t have one.”

“No, I mean, what does it feel like touching one.”

“I know it’s pleasurable for men. Feels really good. Like when you touch yourself.”

“I…”

After dinner, we ended up seeing a movie she wanted to see, then went to a bar. Things really, really clicked for me there: there were two guys at the bar (a student bar), one of which I had met a few times already. He was in some of my classes and he was really nice, also quite good looking. We had clicked a few times and he had made me laugh with some of his jokes. He approached me with such confidence and poise I was instantly seduced. I think it was around the third drink he got me that I decided I would fuck his brains out. He was good looking, he had nice shoulders, and I was really horny, as my morning sex had only served to whet my horniness. I badly wanted him.

The guy had a friend along, probably playing wingman, and it was only natural that he would end up chatting with Emily. He, too, was good-looking and nice, but the more the conversation progressed between to two of them, the more lost Emily seemed. I decided I couldn’t let my protegee fend for herself, so unprepared; at the same time, I badly wanted this guy, just the way he spoke made me wet!

I invited the three of them to my place, where I had more to drink. They happily accepted. Once inside, I took my protege alone to the bathroom, saying we had to freshen up. While we reapplied makeup, I gave her the basic rundown.

“This guy wants you.”

“Oh my god!”

“I just want you to know: do NOT do anything you don’t want to do, or anything you’re not a hundred percent ready to do. No matter how badly he pressures you.”

“Oh my god, oh my god.”

“If you don’t like it, if you don’t want it, if it feels wrong, immediately stop and call for me, alright? Or just leave. You can leave at any time if anything he does make you feel uncomfortable, okay? But I don’t think it’s the kind of guy who would do that. But you never know.”

“But what should I do, Sarah?”

“Whatever you want to, Emy. You’re an adult.” She didn’t reply. “So tell me: what do YOU want to do?”

“I… I would like… Naked.”

“Okay. So you just kiss him and run your hands along his body as you undress him, and he’s going to undress you.”

“Sarah, Sarah, I’m not ready.”

“That’s fine too, you’re 18. You’ll get plenty of other opportunities. You can tell him you had a great night and need to go to slee…”

“What are YOU going to do, Sarah?”

“Have sex with the guy I was chatting with for sure.”

“Wow,” she just replied. “This is all going so fast.

“And if you do end up doing that by the way, make absolutely certain you use one of these,” I say, handing her a condom.

“I…” She gulped, and I asked her to simply feel free and do what felt right. “I, I really want to… You know?”

“No Emily, I do not know, I can’t read thoughts.”

“I’d like to… Touch?”

“That’s entirely up to you.” She asked me if he thought he would let her, I told her it was pretty obvious he would and that he was going to do everything with her, if she lets her. “When guys gets hard, they get horny.”

“Your guy didn’t.”

“He did, but we had already had sex that morning, so he was already a bit… satiated. When this guy gets hard, he’s going to want you really, really bad.”

“Oh my gosh!”

“So if you do get there, be prepared for it. Okay, we’re done,” I said, referring to our makeup. I opened the door slightly!

“Sarah! What do I do if… I get him hard and I don’t wanna…”

“Tell him you’re not ready for full sex yet, but would like to give him a handjob.”

“A handjob?”

“You grab… Actually, he’ll show you. Just listen to what he tells you. And remember: only do what you feel is right. There’s plenty of guys and there’s going to be plenty more opportunities.”

We got out, her following my steps, and had one more drink while listening to music. Very soon I started making up with my guy, while Emily was still very hesitant. I took a minute to dim the light and resumed kissing my guy, climbing on top of him, my hips right over his now hard dick, slowly rubbing him.

“Gonna hard to resist if you keep doing that,” he giggled.

“It’s okay.”

I turned my head to see Emily, still super shy, not talking much.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” I finally heard her say.

“Really? But you are so pretty.”

“Yeah, I was timid.”

“I can see that,” he says. “I’m not going to do anything you won’t like. Should we just lay down on the cough and hug?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she said.

“If you keep doing that,” my guy said, “I’m literally going to cum in my pants.”

Of course I sped things up a bit. “Do it,” I said.

“I’d rather come in you.”

“I’ll let you come in me if you come in your pants. I’ve never had that happened,” and I almost added “and damn it sounds exciting.

“Slowly, slowly.” I obeyed him and soon he started moaning and panting as I kissed him. “Ah, ah…” He pushed his hips up and right here and there, he cummed.

“Hmm… Good… But now I gotta clean you up, don’t I?” I stood up and extended my arm towards him. He grabbed him and I led him to my room. “There’s pillows and blankets in the closet, you can use the living room all you want, Emily. If there’s anything come see me, okay?” I said as I closed the door. She had her head on his chest, eyes closed, blissful.

I immediately dropped the guy’s pants: he had made a mess in his boxers and I used my mouth to clean him as much as I could: his dick, his balls, everything was covered in cum. As I cleaned him, he became hard again and at some point, tired, he took my hand to lift me up to my feets, removed my shirt and then my bra, then his shirt.

“You’re mine now,” he just said.

“Hmmm…”

He finished undressing me, threw me on my bed and near instantly, put his dick in me. He was large and long, and strong.

He started fucking me, his dick pushing in and out of me. “Put a condom on,” I said.

“I thought the deal was: come in you.” He kept fucking me and very soon, I forgot about that condom idea. I was on the pill and really only STIs scared me, but it was too late at this point anyway.

As promised, he came in me, making a mess. As he came, I orgasmed too, screaming loud enough for Emily to hear me well. This is where I mostly discovered my fetish about guys finishing in me.

This is how things worked for Emily, from what she told me after. Apparently, things had been pretty quiet until she heard me orgasm. She had her head on his chest and said it felt really, really good. His muscles, his smell, his hands around her: she could have just fallen asleep like that because of how peaceful and relaxed she felt in his embrace.

When she heard me came, everything changed. She was brought back from her state of near sleep, and almost immediately completely turned on, “the most turned on she had been in her life,” she said.

“You know what they are doing, right?” the guy said. She nodded. “Looks like my friend made your friend come pretty hard,” he added with a small laugh.

Due to how short she was, and how tall he was, despite her having her head on his chest, his dick was very close to her pussy. As I screamed, apparently, he had started getting hard, and she could feel his hardening dick against her pussy.

“I don’t want to have sex, I’m not ready,” she said.

“I wasn’t going to. Would be too much at once to process for you, given that you’ve never even kissed anyone before.”

And on this, she went to kiss him. He got even harder.

“You’ve never even seen a penis, I presume?” he asked after a few minutes of making out.

“Online,” she replied.

“Online isn’t really the same,” he said. “Here.”

He unzipped his jeans, removed it and threw it over the couch. Then, he took her hand and slowly, slowly, worked it down to his, under his boxers. Emily’s eyes turned big,

“It’s so hard!” she exclaimed.

“Rub it,” he said. “Like that,” he said, grabbing his hand and showing her the motion. “Good.” He grabbed her back and worked his way up, unzipping her bra. Then he lifted everything up to reveal her breasts and started caressing them.

“Can I touch you?”

“Hmm-mmph,” she replied, still stroking his dick. He brought her breasts right on his chest, then unzipped per pants and slid a finger under her panties. He started rubbing and fingering her.

After a minute, he stopped her suddenly. “Did I do anything…”

“No, no, but… I’m close. If you continue, I’ll…”

“Close to what?”

“Ejaculating.”

“Oh.”

He removed his shirt and underwear until he was naked. Emily did the same, until the two laid naked in bed. With her face now next to his, his dick barely made her to her mid-thigh, but feeling him so hard against her, Emily said, made her so incredibly horny she could barely contain herself. Had he tried to fuck her right then, right there, she wouldn’t have refused.

But he was kind of a gentlemen. “Your breasts are amazing.”

“Thank you.”

“I wanna make you come,” he said. “For your first time.”

“I’m really enjoying our cuddling,” she just replied. And then stayed there for a while, I think, holding, kissing, caressing each other.

Then, curiosity winning, she grabbed his dick again, playing with it the way he had taught her. “Slower… Don’t be so brisk, it’s kind of sensitive.”

“Sorry.”

“Make sure I don’t come anywhere near your pussy. Don’t want to get you pregnant.”

“You’re going to?”

“I’m close. If you keep doing that…” She stopped. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” She continued. He started panting.

“I… I wanna see,” she said.

“Okay.” He sat upright and had her kneel in front of him. “Make me cum on your face. Don’t be surprised when it hit you, okay?”

“Okay.”

She kept rubbing and rubbing, he moaned louder, until at some point he shot his hips forward: she stopped, and he ejaculated on her face, covering her with several shots. She closed her eyes in surprise, shocked it would come out so quickly and go so far. He moaned in pleasure as he covered her face, cum dripping on her breasts.

“Damn Emily that was good, thank you.”

“Wow!” she just said.

“Hold on, don’t clean.” He went to grab her phone. “Please, unlock it.”

“Why?”

“A souvenir for you. It’s your phone so you do whatever you want with it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to take a picture of you… Like that. Your first time, you know? Your first time pleasuring a man?”

“Oh.”

She did unlock the phone and he took a quick picture of her with her face covered in cum, her eyes staring at the camera. “It’s your phone so the pic is yours, I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable situation, but I would really, really like if you sent the picture to me. I’d never share it with anybody, I swear.” He gave her back her phone and she said she would think about it tomorrow (aka ask me what to do, of course).

She cleaned, they hugged in bed, she had that big, big smile on her face. “I want to make you come now,” he said.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s the least I can do. Hold on.”

He lowered his body until his mouth was at her pussy’s level. “May I?” he asked.

“May you what?”

“Taste me?”

“Taste me? But it’s… it’s… gross!”

“No, it’s not. Please?”

“I guess, but…”

He started licking her, and from the little she knew, he was good at it. “Just… relax and let me do, okay. Lay down, close your eyes, and relax.” He would go all around her clitoris, then shove his tongue inside her, grabbing more moistness to lick her clit even better. He had some real pace and lightness in his licking and soon enough, he started to lick harder and deeper. Emily said it felt really, really good, then at some point, the “good” overwhelmed her.

She couldn’t control it. She started screaming in pleasure as his licking intensified, going all over her clit, and sending her completely over the edge. She screamed for what must have been a minute, totally overwhelmed and in pure ecstasy. Her first orgasm. She would later say it was the most amazing thing ever.

Back in my room, I was waken up by her very loud screams. Scared at first, I quickly understood what was happening. She had also awoken my guy: he stared at me in the eyes and, without a word, penetrated me. A couple of good thrusts in, me grabbing my bed posts as he was going quite hard at it, totally open, he finally said:

“Looks like your friend had a good time.” Gosh that turned me on! I didn’t know at the time if they had had sex or what exactly had gone on, but the way she had screamed. “It’s our turn, we can beat that. Let’s see if I can make you scream louder.”

“You wanted me to use a condom, but when I came in you, you orgasmed instantly, you know? Thought I wouldn’t notice? You really liked it when I came in you, didn’t you?”

“I… I…. Yes…”

“You like having men finish in you. Filling your pussy with cum. Having your pussy leak my cunt for hours. Well guess, this time, I’m not going to make it as easy on you.”

“What?”

“I’m going to cum on your stomach. Unless you beg me to finish in you.”

“I…”

He pushed all the way in and I felt the pleasure go through my entire body.

“I’m close, Sarah. Stomach or pussy?”

“Pussy. Pussy, please. Please come in, please fill me with your cum, I want you to cum and me and shoot your load deep inside me, as deep as you can, I wanna feel your dick move as you come in me with my pussy wrapped around it and…”

“Beg harder,” he said, getting out of me. He pointed his dick at my stomach menacingly. I moved to put him back him.

“NO! Please, please, please, shoot it in me, take me, fuck me, please I’m begging you, come in me, fill my pussy, please…”

“Harder so your friend can hear.”

“FUCKING COME IN ME! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM, FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR CUM, SHOOT IT DEEP, PLEASE, I… I…”

I hadn’t realize how close to orgasming begging while getting fucked had brought me, it was insane. As I begged him louder, I felt the orgasm beginning. He let out a short “ah” and pushed his hips forward, shoving his dick deep inside me as he came.

I couldn’t help but imagine his dick shooting his cum in me, every load, filling me. I started to scream loudly in pleasure, having to show my protegee what I could do, but also because the orgasm was so intense. I saw him coming in my pussy in my head and I completely lost it, it was so good that for a good minute, I didn’t even know where I was or what I was doing, my heart was pounding, every single nerve in my body screamed pleasure and from what Emily told me, I screamed so loud that his man got hard again.

“Again?” she said.

“Damn your friend is really having a great time.”

“Me too!” Instinctively, she went down and put his dick in his mouth, much like he had done to her.

“Are you sure?”

“Huh-uh.”

She just sucked him the best she could, learning from him what he liked and what he didn’t, being really careful. Soon, he was about to come.

“May I… May I please come in your mouth?” he asked.

“Huh-uh.”

Shortly after, he ejaculated, his hands grabbing her, filling her mouth. She told me she didn’t know what to do with him, so she just let him come and fill his mouth much like the guy had filled my pussy. As he was done and limp, she came out and stood up, looking for a paper towel or something, her cheeks inflated. For a second, she panicked, not knowing what to do. She didn’t want to spit it on my couch or carpet or anything, you know?

The guy laughed as she moved around nervously, her mouth closed and with her big cheeks. Then, not finding anything, and realizing it had been in her mouth for so long anyway, she just swallowed it. Laid down next to him, hugged him, and we pretty much all fell asleep after that.

He woke me up with oral sex in the morning. A bit gross given the cum had dried, but he seemed really into it. I spread my legs open and he jumped into me, and I got another filling. “Scream loud enough to wake them up and I’ll take you all out to an amazing breakfast buffet.” Done. No doubt Emily and her guy were awake after that. As I said, fetish about guys finishing in me.

He and I took a quick shower, then Emily and her guy asked to do the same. Neither had really any change of clothes, but we still managed to make it to the buffet and shared an awesome time. My guy tried to brag about the night, but Emily’s guy said he had heard all about it, all night long.

“We heard too,” I said with a grin.

“Sorry if we were loud.”

“We were louder.”

“No, you weren’t!” Emily said. I had to talk to Emily in private, so as we picked stuff from the buffet and walked away from the boys, I asked her.

“Now I only want to do it again,” she just replied. “You had sex with him?”

“Intercourse, yeah.”

“We didn’t, but I really want to.”

I was a bit relieved, as sex was a big deal (that and possible, you know, blood on my couch. I had a sheet there but, still). We came back to our table and both guys were smiling and laughing, content.

“Can we go back to Sarah’s place for…”

“For?” her guy asked.

“Hugs?” she tentatively said. We all laughed. As fun as the idea sounded, I was frazzled. As high as my libido was, I had gotten my fill of sex for at least a day or two. As for the guy, they had some kind of sports team practice.

Emily’s guy still took her number and promised to call her. He said he had spent one of the most amazing nights of his life. As he was about to leave, she whispered something in his ears, and his eyes got really, really big.

As we kissed goodbye, myself getting the number of my guy, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she had told him. It was personal, but so I didn’t really dare at the time, but a bit later, I was just too curious, and asked.

“Simply, that I wanted him to be the one to take my virginity when I was ready.”

My eyes widened too. As for him, oh, I think he liked that…

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