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Abby

“Abigail!”

“Yes, Mom?” I poke my head through the door, looking for the source of the sound.

I go to the kitchen. Mom is sitting at the table. She gestures for me to join her.

“We’re going to Daisy Valley. I don’t know when we’re going to be back. Call your grandma often. Now, here’s your birthday present.”

I open the package. Inside, a pair of gorgeous white G-string panties. The back is divided into two parts, forming the letter V, connected by thin cords made of silk. Super sexy.

“Wow, thank you, Mommy! They’re beautiful!”

“I’ve one more thing to tell you,” she says somberly. “I won’t lecture you, but I hope you know what condoms are for. Be responsible.”

My jaw drops. I can’t even look her in the eyes. Despite that, I get up and embrace my mother, thanking her for the gift once more.

“I know, Mom. But you don’t have to worry about that yet.”

Her lips spread in a smile, and I think I can see relief on her face. She leaves, and I call Grandma immediately, testing the waters, so to speak. She says she won’t be coming over. I hang up and call Ve. He’s not home. Nothing new, I think, rolling my eyes. I wonder what he’s doing. Thinking about that gets me nowhere. I have no idea and no chance of coming up with any. So instead, I occupy my mind with cleaning the apartment. I switch on some music and get busy. The sound of my landline ringing interrupts the singing and dancing. I grab the thing and pick it up.

“What’s up, kitty cat. You called? You sound tired. Why is that? What were you up to?”

“Cleaning the flat, singing and dancing. Why?”

“No, nothing,” he says. What the hell was he thinking? What was I supposed to have been doing? You’re kidding me.

“I called because I have some good news. I’m home alone today—”

“That is good news,” he cuts me short. “When should I come over?”

“As soon as you like.”

“Yeah? Then I’m coming soon.”

My excitement building, I begin my preparations. I take a bath, put on my new panties, a fitting bra, a tank top, and small shorts. I’m applying mascara when the doorbell rings.

Ve comes in and presses himself to me, presenting me with a passionate kiss. I open a bottle of wine and fill two glasses. We sit down by the table in the kitchen. There’s a candle in the middle, making the ambiance nice and charming. I sip and glance at Ve.

“It’s like a date.” I smile.

Ve returns the smile and strokes my palm, playing with my fingers. We talk and look each other in the eyes, losing ourselves.

“My Mom killed me today. She said she hoped I knew what condoms are.”

“Whaaat? Seriously?”

“Yeah, I was in shock too.”

“What did you tell her?”

“That I know and that she shouldn’t worry.”

Ve shifts closer, takes my face in his hands, looks me in the eyes, and kisses me deeply, passionately, definitely too hard, as if he is afraid I would run away. His insatiable tongue dances with mine. I submit myself. He slides his hands under my ass and lifts me in the air. My legs wrap around his hips. He takes me to the bedroom but stops by the mirrored closet door in the lobby. He presses me against the wall, not interrupting the kiss. I can feel his dick pushing itself between my thighs. He grabs my wrists and pushes them to the wall with one hand, pinning them above my head. With the second, he caresses my sensitive skin. He starts with my neck and runs his fingers through my hair, finally stopping on my breasts. He holds one in his palm, squeezing, then the other. I wait as his arm slides to my back, slowly moving down. He pushes himself away. He’s breathing fast and shallow.

“This is wonderful, don’t stop!” I whisper.

“You’re mine!”

With those words, he takes me to my room and lays me on the bed. His shirt falls to the floor, his beautiful chest revealed. I push myself up and shift to the edge of the mattress. Ve stands facing me, his bulging manhood level with my eyes. Slowly, I undo the buttons of his pants. He gently places his hands on my cheeks, sliding his fingers into my hair, encouraging. With the last button undone, the pants slide down to the ground. His boxers stretch with the hard, large erection. I pull them down with one swift tug. The cock is aimed at me now. I close my fingers around it and start sliding my hand up and down. Then, I lick the tip. His body tenses and his breathing quickens. His hand balls into a fist in my hair, pulling at it. Carefully, I take the shaft into my mouth, running my tongue down its length. Ve thrusts with his hips.

“Tell me how to do it, please. Tell me what you like.”

“You’re perfect as you are. Just keep doing what you’re doing. You can run a circle around the tip with your tongue and then push it as deep as you can. And close your lips around it harder.”

I do as he asks. It’s such a turn-on to watch how my lips bring him to the very edge, to see the glint in his eyes. I love pleasing him.

With his instruction in mind, I grow more confident. My mouth tight around that beautiful prick, I shove it deep down my throat. I pick up the pace, grabbing it with my hand to cover the entire length. I’m so aroused I can feel my panties soaking through.

“Oh yeah, baby. You’re incredible! I love your lips. I love fucking your mouth!”

I’m getting close to coming myself now. His dick gets even harder inside my mouth, straining and bulging and pulsating. Ve goes rigid, his muscles tighten, and he lets out a loud moan.

“I’m close! Watch out!”

I lift my eyes. He glances down, and that’s when I feel the hot wave shooting through his cock and filling my entire mouth. There’s so much, some of his come spills out and runs down my chin, neck, and breasts. Ve relaxes. He crouches down and runs a finger across my lips, wiping away the semen. He leans in closer and kisses me.

“You’re incredible! When you looked at me with those beautiful, innocent eyes of yours, I couldn’t stop myself.”

I raise a finger, signaling for him to give me a moment, and run to the bathroom. I couldn’t swallow it all—most of his semen is still in my mouth. I rinse my mouth and look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are full of desire. I did it! I can suck cock! I think, pleased with myself.

When I go back, he’s stretched on the bed, naked. His prick is still erect, now lying on his abdomen. I lie down next to him. He brushes my swollen lips with a thumb.

“Those lips are magic. And you use them perfectly.”

He kisses me and keeps kissing, shifting lower and lower—neck, collarbone, breasts. He pulls off my shirt and gets rid of the bra. A moment later I’m naked too.

“You’re beautiful!” he whispers, stroking my skin.

Ve rolls to his side, head propped on an elbow. His other hand explores my body. Gently, he spreads my legs and brushes his fingers against my pulsating, swollen pussy. He rubs my clit and slides a finger inside me.

“You’re so wet!”

His finger emerges. He touches it to my lips and pushes it into my mouth.

“Taste your own arousal.”

Oh, God, that’s so erotic! I can taste myself. Strange. That’s the only way I can call it. Without waiting for a reaction, Ve slides two fingers inside me. My body is instantly covered by so many butterflies, their wings aflutter. As he touches me, they traverse deeper inside, causing spasms in my body. Ve continues. He softly rubs my clitoris, making me twitch suddenly. I can barely see him. My eyes glaze over. I can see him sucking on his fingers.

“You taste wonderful,” he says and straddles me.

Lightning fast, he grabs my wrists, raising my arms above my head. His fingers lace with mine. I can’t move. His gentle kisses land all over my body, beginning with my lips, through to my neck, to my breasts. He takes his hands away, but I leave mine where they were. His palms cup my tits. Then he kisses them. His tongue flicks against my nipples, hardening them instantly. Meanwhile, his manhood takes its place between my legs, poking and prodding. A wave of lust rises inside me. A pleasing shiver runs down my spine, inside and outside, running its course as it reaches my most sensitive spot. I can sense I’m getting wetter. Now he’s kissing my tummy, softly, briefly skimming the skin with his lips. Again, the butterflies flutter their wings. He goes down. I’m embarrassed and so aroused at the same time.

We’re learning our own bodies and one another’s, so young and starved of sensation. I can practically feel the ecstasy, arousal, and passion in the air. Our energies intertwine, joining into one, filling the room. Maybe it’s the arousal speaking, but I feel as if tiny little crystals form in the air, suspended there, shining with the rays of the setting sun.

Ve kisses my pussy now, licks it, completely losing himself in it. His tongue slides inside me, flicks out, and licks my labia. He never stops kissing, touching me, exploring, moving his fingers just perfectly. I’m slipping away. I can feel a shiver running through my body. I’m so turned on I can barely think. I’m right there, just a few more moments… No, I can’t stop myself! I come with such force I’m out of breath. Ve slides his fingers out and lies down on me, rocking his hips and rubbing his cock against my swollen, sensitive clit. Oh, God, I want him so much! I want him inside me! I want it more than anything else! I think he senses my thoughts, as he gets up, kneels before me, and puts the tip of his manhood to my hole, circling it. He raises his eyes and fixes me with a look.

“You want it?”

“Don’t ask me now, when I’m out of my mind.”

“I want you, babe.”

“I want you too, with every ounce of my being.”

He presses against me, sinking a bit deeper. His eyes are fixed on mine. He’s asking me for permission. That’s cute he’s able to reign himself in, even in such circumstances.

“No, Ve, we don’t have condoms. And I’m seventeen and don’t want to get pregnant.”

“I know, that’s why I’m not going in, though I can barely stop myself.”

He lies down next to me, his head on my chest, and falls asleep. I’m naked, my arms around him, and I can still feel his rock-hard cock on my thigh. He’s so beautiful. Jesus, will I ever have enough? I could do this all day long. I love him. Yes, I think that’s it. I think I really love him. With that staggering discovery in mind, I let myself drift away.