Shutterstock The girls had been driving all morning, so when they pulled into the driveway, I went outside to help them with their luggage. I walked down the stairs and saw a gorgeous girl unloading the car with my sisters. She was thin, and even as a guy, I could tell that she had her eyebrows professionally done.
Her hair was more dirty blonde than natural blonde, which meshed beautifully with her olive-colored skin. Our eyes were locked as if there was a magnetic pull between the two of us. Her hands were so soft and gentle. She had tagged along for the ride, but was only staying the night. It was my turn, so I flipped over the card: While making her decision, Alessandra was smirking.
While everyone made their decisions, she took out this watermelon chap stick and applied it. I laughed out loud, while my sister looked on, shaking her head. For a year-old girl, she knew exactly what she was doing.
Whether or not she was even aware that she was biting her lip while picking her card, she knew why she was picking it and she was smiling at me to get a reaction. My sister even had to tell her that it was just a joke. There was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds, and then the game resumed. The adults crashed about an hour later, while the rest of us stayed up watching Bar Rescue and debating whether or not we could operate a successful bar.
After the second episode, Alessandra and I were the only ones still up, but I was getting tired. She seemed tense, like something was bothering her. I went to the bathroom to wash up and brush my teeth.
I saw Alessandra walk to her room. I gave one last look at my teeth in the mirror then walked to my room to change. In the middle of taking my necklace off, I heard the door creak. I turned around and Alessandra was standing there. I really meant it as a joke. At that moment, she reached her hand behind her back and locked the door. She walked towards me. I was right in front of my dresser with nowhere to go. She moved closer and placed her palms on the top of the drawer, pinning me between the dresser and her body.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me, her palms were pressed against the top of the dresser again. She put her arm over my shoulder and around my neck while I placed my right hand on the small of her back.
As we continued to kiss, I started to become aroused. I could taste the watermelon on her lips and I could feel my briefs getting tighter. I lowered my hand to her bottom, squeezed and pressed her groin against mine. She kissed my neck, working her way down my chest to my torso. As she got lower, she gripped the lining of my shorts and briefs with both hands, slowly sliding them down my legs. Once my pants were down, she stood back up and kissed me again, only this time, my cock was grasped firmly in her hand.
She got down on her knees and looked up at me as she put me inside of her mouth. Now my palms were against the dresser; my head thrown back in pleasure. I dug my fingernails into the wood of the dresser, doing everything I could to hold on. She was slow, passionate; I could feel her moist tongue gliding along the bottom of my shaft. She tried deep throating me, but gagged just before the base.
On her way back, her lips slid along the head of my dick before she gave it one last lick. Panting, I guided her up from her knees.
She crossed her arms to remove her shirt. I gripped the sides of the elastic lining, and then she stopped me. She bit her lip in uncertainty. I could feel from her body language that she was tense. As soon as I pressed my lips and tongue against her, she went limp with relaxation. She held my hand in one of hers, while running her other through my hair. Whenever I did something she liked, she would give a small tug on my locks. She was moaning, so I told her that she had to be quieter.
A few seconds later, she moaned again. I started to finger her and I could immediately feel that she was wet. The deeper I went, the wetter and louder she got. Our noses were pressed against one another; our eyes locked on each other with the same magnetic pull as earlier in the day. She was so tight that she had trouble adjusting, so I eased in. She grabbed the comforter, closing her eyes and releasing a sigh of relief. Every inch deeper, she grabbed harder. Now that we were face-to-face, anytime she started to moan, I would kiss her to muffle the sound.
When I went all the way inside of her, her eyes shot open and her pupils dilated. I pulled back, then slowly thrusted all the way inside of her again. And once more; this time I stayed there, letting every inch of me rest inside her. I could feel her ass quivering, a vibrating sensation was running down her backside to her thighs.
I grimaced for a second, and then absorbed the pain. Her hair was a frazzled mess, but I loved it. She grabbed my cock and put me inside of her.
She slowly rocked back and forth, touching herself the whole time. She leaned down to kiss me. I worked her lips, neck and breasts while thrusting, my hands firmly grasping her behind. I could feel her body starting to shake, so I wrapped my forearms around her lower back and started thrusting harder as I finished.
She put her face down into the pillow so she can let out a scream that would have woke up everyone in the house and possibly a neighbor or two. She sat up, swung her hair back and massaged her neck with her eyes closed. She ran her fingers through her hair, then continued to her chest. She squeezed her breasts and then bent down to kiss me. She was still awake, but visibly exhausted. As she was throwing her t-shirt on, I got up behind her and wrapped my arms around her torso before cupping her breasts from underneath.
She turned her head towards me and we kissed goodnight. The next morning, we sat across from each other at the breakfast table, smiling at the dirty little secret we both shared. When it was time for her to leave, I asked for her number. I have nothing but the memory of last night?
We hugged and kissed before anyone saw us and I helped her to the car. When I went to shower in the morning, I felt the sting of the water hit my back. I carefully cleaned myself and got out.
When I went to pick up my clothes from the floor, her chap stick fell out of my pocket. Meet the students of Five Points High School.
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