My name is Jonathan. I'm 18 years old, not very tall, with a skinny and completely hairsless body and a 6 inch cock. I guess I just develop slower than the other boys, so I still kind of look like a little boy. Girls never really noticed me. I'm just not one of those boys the girls wanted to be with. I had always been that weird nerdy guy. More girls seemed to notice me when once I started wearing eyeliner and black clothes, but I was still too shy to make a move. I couldn't even give them a hug without getting nervous.
I'd been chatting with this girl named Ronja for at least 6 months when she decided that it was time for us to meet. I didn't have a very clear idea of how she looked, other than she had numerous piercings and tattoos, and that she had just turned 20. Once she showed up, she was just . . . she was so beautiful. Long black hair, blue eyes, long legs, a cute round ass, and a pair of perfect breasts that was nicely accentuated by the corset she was wearing. As she hugged me, I could feel her warm breath on my neck.
We spent the evening watching movies, drinking beer, and talking. I didn't dare move closer to her on the couch. I so wanted to touch her, but a woman like this would never be with a boy like me. She was nice enough to me, but it didn't seem like anything other than this would happen. I was fine with it, I guess. I was happy just to talk with her. I started getting tipsy from the beer as the evening turned into night, and at one point she sent me to bed. While I brushed my teeth, she had removed her shirt and skirt. She turned her back on me, smoking a cigarette, while I took of my clothes. Still in my boxers and t-shirt, I jumped under the covers. I didn't want her to know that the sight of her in her lingerie was making my cock grow. After a few minutes, she sat down besides me in the bed, and removed each piece of clothes slowly.
See, my ex-girlfriends family was very religious, so even though we dated 4 months before she broke up with me, I barely got to kiss her. She absolutely did not want to have sex with me, and I was always sent downstairs to sleep on the couch.
But Ronja let me sleep in her bed. Content with this, I took a deep breath as she was laying no more than 18 centimeters from me. She was so close to me. I made sure that my body and hands were covered by the sheets as I stroked my cock, praying that she wouldn't notice my arousal. I kept my breathing as calm as possible, and closed my eyes.
I must have dozed off, 'cause when I opened my eyes again, her arms was wrapped around me, and her head was resting on my shoulder. Her left hand was resting on my stomach, the right was caressing my neck. As I turned my head ever so slightly, I noticed that she was looking directly into my eyes. I tried to think of something to say.
Never the less, I kissed her back. Her lips were so soft, and her tongue still tasted a little like the beer we had. I realised that I was still drunk. Maybe I was just having a wet dream.
Soon her tongue had forced its way into my mouth. Her hand had removed my boxers, and was stroking my fully erect cock. She was pressing her body against mine.
"Do you want me?" she whispered in my ear. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know anything about sex. "Do you want to fuck me?", and before I knew it, she had removed her panties and was kissing me again, while fingering herself. The sight of this beautiful woman, naked under me, fingering herself, moaning my name and asking me to ram my cock in her was almost too much for me. I was ready to cum right then and there.
She grabbed my ass and forced me to thrust my cock in her tight, wet pussy. I did my best to do the same things I've seen on the tv when my parents had gone to bed. I started fucking her harder and faster. Her nails was digging into my back, leaving red marks, as her moaning got louder as the orgasm made her body shiver.
"I . . . I think I love you", I muttered. She smiled back at me, offering me a cigarette.
"I love you too, Jonathan. "
(To be continued)
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