The Virgin

She loves him, but he doesn't see her like she has always wanted. Love is hard, but it's also patient and kind. Will he open his heart up to her or will he neglect it and forget their lives are written for one another. She can't deny that bond they have grows with the working days. Yet has he understood the moments of kisses, hugs, and yes even sex. Lots of it too. If you love someone you'd learn that sex isn't what stabilizes a relationship, it's bonding and loving each other that does the trick.
She meets him in a family gathering at his house where her grandmother is great friends with his mother. Can they see what's coming for one another? If so what is next for their love to flourish? When they stand outside in the cold, his curiosity got the best of him and reaches for her hair. He plays with it that for some reason it arouses his urges to take her to his room. Why is he feeling like this for someone he just met tonight? He wonders why not fight what is going on inside his mind. He's young, but she's younger. Probably haven't gotten her menstrual cycle yet and he still wants her. That moment. That instant. He feels his dick hardening. He feels embarrassed. Then if it wasn't for her grandmother coming out he would have carried her to his room and forgotten everything else. His first victim. His first arousing action. His wants with needs combined.
So he let's go of her hair and his dick calms down. He laughs. It was her long hair. The pulling action. The want to put her against his knees and spank her ass. For a young one she has a woman body. And he wakes up from that memory, realizing he'd be starting College today.