𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... a fifteen year old girl falls head over heels for a blast from the past.
𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐃, hopelessly in love with a man who never bat an eye in her direction.
Or so... she thought?
...
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She seemed a little more comfortable now.
I was on top of her and I fully intended to keep my actions innocent.
But she had other plans.
I always let her lead the way when we were in these positions, I never knew what she wanted and I didn't want to overstep.
"Just... take it off." She whispered, looking down at the way I was gripping onto the end of her top.
"Are you sure?" Fuck.
"Yes, please." Her words were combined with a mixture of soft moans and whimpers, so quiet they sent tingles down my spine.
Not wanting to move her out from underneath me, I slid the spaghetti straps down her arms, my heart rocketing out of my chest as I scrunched the fabric together.
I dragged it down past her breasts, I couldn't... think straight, it felt like I never could when I was with her.
They weren't huge, less than a handful, but god if they weren't perfect.
"Baby, why haven't you brought these out sooner? I love them." I cooed, brushing my thumb against her left nipple, her back weaned off of the mattress, causing her entire breast to connect with my palm.
I leaned down and pumped into my mouth, watching for her reaction.
"Don't... don't stop." Ramona let out, I moved onto the other, giving it as much attention as the last.
I wanted her to be on the receiving end of our first sexual interaction. I wanted to feel her sweet little cunt around my fingers, clenching and begging for more, but I knew Ramona and I knew that it wouldn't go like that.
She wouldn't want to be the one receiving, it was just her nature, she'd be too nervous.
I left my marks, seared them into her skin, bruised her as mine and all I could focus on was her helpless cries of pleasure, so faint they could put a baby to sleep, it was only doing the exact opposite for me.
"Tell me what you want." I cupped her face, needing answers, I had no clue where to go next, she needed to tell me.
She inhaled, exhaled, was about to respond... and then the front door open.
I screwed my eyes shut.
Her body bolted upwards, reaching for her tank top, she directed me to the closet.
"Go in there, just for a little."
I quickly gathered my things, bolting into the small sliding door.
I sat underneath her clothes, some dresses brushing against my shoulders.
