Axel was apprehensive at the beginning. "I'm not sure about this. You don't seem like the kind of girl that'd give her virginity to a stranger," he stated as he pushed his long, brown hair behind both of his ears. I smiled up at him from the edge of his bed. He was standing in front of me, refusing to look down.
"You aren't a stranger. We have class together," I argued smugly.
Axel climbed on top of me with his legs on either side of mine. My back was comforted by his blue sheets. My legs were still dangling off the king sized bed. Slowly, he pulled off my shirt.
"Oh shit! You have a nice body!" he exclaimed in shock and disbelief.
I didn't blame him. I hadn't ever been popular and baggy T-shirts have always obstructed my figure.
"Well, you've never paid enough attention to me to know otherwise, have you?" I asked. Axel frowned.
"I wish I had, Katherine. You're sexy," he tried. He was staring at my exposed flesh. My full breasts covered by a lacy, purple bra. My flat stomach was underneath his fingertips.
"We should make this a regular thing. I can't imagine a better fuck than you," suggested Axel.
"I won't be a virgin next time," I reminded.
"I like your body more than I care about that," he insisted. He stared at my chest for a few minutes.
"Are you gonna touch me or what?" I questioned, growing a little impatient.
Lust filled his brown eyes. Soon, his lips connected with mine. We were kissing roughly. Great force pressed us together, even greater force pulled us apart. I gasped for breath. His smile was crooked.
"You should let everyone see you like this. You'd be popular in a day," he commented.
I don't know how long we kissed before he moved to my neck. He sucked his way down to my private place. I moaned as his tongue slid into me. It was a feeling I'd never known before.
It seemed an eternity before he returned to kiss me. We pulled apart for air when I lifted his shirt over his head. A second later, his pants were on the floor. I pushed him to the mattress.
I carefully kissed to his length, purposely nipping at the places I knew would turn him on more. I licked his quivering member as he whimpered almost inaudibly.
"Damn, girl!" he grunted.
His hips moved toward me. My mouth enveloped the top of his manhood. A silent moan escaped his lips. I moved him deeper into me. As soon as I reached his end, I expelled him from my mouth. Then, I plunged it in again.
After a while, his cock was quaking. I kissed him lightly.
"I'm ready," I whispered to him. He turned us over so he was on top of me. He cautiously eased fingers into my entrance. I gasped as I clutched the sheets tightly.
"Nobody's home. You can be as loud as you want. Remember, the louder you are, the harder I get," he advised. I moaned as he continued his movements.
"Oh! Fuck me!" I screamed, yearning for his sex. He exited slowly as he climbed higher up on me. He kissed me as his member poked into me. He got farther in.
As soon as he pressed against my virtue, he backed away. A little friction was being created. The pain, along with the pleasure, increased.
It was hot in the room now. A pulse of energy was being sent through me via my G-spot. I couldn't think of anything that compared to the feeling of sexual release.
I was in my head when I heard Axel moaning. He was letting go inside me. My release washed his out as we mixed together.
He exited from me so I wouldn't wind up impregnated with his child. He was far too irresponsible for fatherhood. I mean, he didn't even have a condom.
He rolled over next to me. I looked at his face, trying to regain my breath and composure from before.
I thought about the countless times I'd watched him catch food in his mouth during class. One of his friends was always tossing fruit snacks to him. Even if he missed with his mouth, he caught it with his hand. I cherished the picture of them each time because the proud, almost cocky smile on Axel' face made me weak.
He waved his hand in my face, snapping me back to his bedroom.
"I thought you blacked out for a second there," he told me.
"Breath," I heaved. He nodded as he put his hands behind his head. He had put his boxers on again, but the rest of him was exposed. I was no longer worried about my nakedness for I was captivated by his. I put my head on his chest. I ran my fingers over the separation of his abs.
"Can we do this more often?" he wondered aloud.
"Yeah. Friday?" I planned.
"Meet me here at seven," he instructed.
"Thank you," I mumbled. I sat up and pulled my thong up legs. I stood to finish the chore, and to get fully dressed. He stopped me after I grabbed my bra from the floor.
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RomanceShe was a girl of 16, bored with the humdrum and hassle of her last few torturous years. A boy a year older than her seemed like the perfect escape. A/N: any suggestions for names are welcome. I apologize for a lack of them in the meantime. Update:...