I liked this guy for quite a while, and he liked me too. We would flirt off and on; he was smart and clever and had a good way with words and was quick to learn what to do.
Sometimes, he’d smack my ass when I’d bend over or he’d come up behind me and hug me, all while pushing against me softly so I could feel his dick print.
And dude. It drove me nuts. Like, I absolutely needed to fuck this man.
One night, we were watching American Dad on the sofa. We smoked weed like 45 minutes prior, and it was a great time. We made out for a little, started touching a little more intimately, and then he made his way down slowly.
He sat me on his lap, and grabbed my face, directing me to look at him. “You’re so beautiful. In so many ways, you know? I want all of you.”
I kinda went nuts, but hey. I’m sure you would too.
He lifted up my skirt and pulled off my panties; I gave him kisses all the way across his neck and his collarbone as he started to build the tension between us.