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I’m happy, confused, and slightly slow, as I try to work out what is happening, and what is right and wrong.

Storm jumps in fast, and she sends the energy into another direction.

She asks what guys like sexually, and my mind gets distracted. I stop thinking aboutus, and whyusis impossible, and I tell her what I know, about foreplay.

Storm next explains, what she thinks most women like sexually, before sex, or actual penetration. The way she talks is not cheap, or overly technical. It is classy, detailed, sexy and erotic.

It is also hot as F. I should not be surprised, she has consumed so much literature, and hundreds and hundreds of books. She is also the smartest woman I’ve dated, or I mean, not dated.

Whatever.

Her way with words is graceful, and melodic, and she talks in a way that no model, no heiress and no European princess I know, has ever spoken.

The once hot nerd caterpillar, now spectacular hot erotic butterfly, is blowing my mind, and it’s almost too much.

Storm talks animatedly, and she explains, women’s sensitive and erotic areas. I breathe deep under the blanket, and I am iron hard, my cock is aching.

Storm is either incredibly good for me, and is helping me grow, or she is this:

My downfall.

As I try to work it out, my world implodes. That’s because she asks for afinal live test.I cannot say anything, and my heart races, fast and hard. I know it is dangerous, but I cannot say no.

“Lorenzo?”

“What?”

“Can we? Please?”

I inhale, and I nod. Why? I cannot help myself, and I cannot say no to her.

Especially when she looks at me, like she is now. With a pleading look, with hard as hell nipples, and smelling the way she does.

I also know that she is wet, because I can smell her.

I want her.Enough is enough.

Finally,we agree, we should improvise, but that we should take things slow. We also agree that we need to laterstop.

We are basically doing a full test run, of what should be a near perfect make-out session. Simply, so Storm can learn, what to do, and what not to do.

We both center ourselves, and Storm climbs around, and sits perfectly on my lap. I am nervous about her climbing on, and realizing I’m hard. Thank God she is not sitting on my cock.

My cock is flat against my stomach and it’s pointing straight up. Storm is however, now facing me.

And it’s about to happen.

I’ve never been nervous, around women. But here and now, my heart beats, like I’m a fucking teen.

We stare at each other, and we are both nervous. Nervous to make the first move.

As if on cue, we slowly lean forwards, to savor each other. We reach for each other’s faces, and Storm even commands me.

“Kiss me,” she says, using her hot new voice. “Please, take me.” She is using her eyes on me, and her lower lip is low.

My heart pounds likeneverbefore, as she takes my face in her soft hands. I then kiss her deep and I explore her mouth with my tongue.

I am doing everything possible, to take things slow. And to not pull her clothes from her, plowing into every place I can find.