My mom had left for work. I was alone. Waiting patiently. Where could he be? He's not coming. Though my heart was racing and my face was flushed from adrenaline, I still managed to feel depressed. I had gotten all worked up for nothing. He should have been here by now. Pouting lightly to myself, I moved towards the plates I had set out and stacked them on each other, returning them to the cupboard. I sat in one of the kitchen chairs and let my long brown hair fall over my bare shoulders. I had made steak for dinner. Dinner for the two of us. It was my first real date and I was nervous at it was. But to be stood up?

My thought processes were broken with a knock on the door. My heart leapt violently in my chest and I rushed to the door. I had to compose myself before opening it. I didn't want to seem to eager. I had taken efforts to look my best today. I was wearing my sexiest tube top and a pair of tight jeans that were sure to show off my nice ass. I knew he liked that part of me. I bit my lip before opening the door. A big grin spread across my face as I felt myself blush. 

There he stood, looking a bit nervous himself. But his manly features were like stone. He smiled at me as I let him in. Pleasantries were exchanged before I nervously led him to the kitchen. 

"Here, I cooked some dinner" I said as my eyes moved to gage his reaction. He was quiet, as he had been since day one. I guess he was a bit unnerved at the fact that this was my parents house. But part of me thought he might have been excited. I could feel the tension was high. My heart was already racing. I knew what was going to happen. He knew what was going to happen. We both wanted it, and wanted it for a while. 

He wasn't interested in the dinner. And as I moved to show him the rest of the house, I ended in my room. It was hot, stifling in there, even with the windows open. But that didn't seem to matter. The next thing I knew he was pushing back across my bed, kissing me tenderly and whispering the most seductive things to me. My heart was almost exploding with anticipation. He was so strong, but so gentle. He was male perfection. Every inch of his body was taut and chiseled. And I could see much of it. He had removed his shirt and was in the process of peeling my jeans off. 

I swallowed hard as parts of my body began to heat up and tighten. I felt blissfully needy. All I wanted was for him to continue. However, he did not. He stopped and looked into my eyes. His hazel orbs cutting past my timidness and into my lustful side.

"We don't have to do this. We can just talk if you want" he said. Though his tone was less seductive, his lips and how they moved drove me crazy. I bit my lip harder and I shook my head. 

"I want to," I answered. He needed no more encouragement. He gave me a grin before sliding his mouth to my naval and snaking his flexible tongue around that little button on my tummy. I jumped and sucked in the air suddenly. He glanced up before trailing further down. Everything was so sensitive down there. I had never felt anything like it before. I couldn't believe this was happening.

Though incredibly aroused, I was embarrassed and confused. No one had seen me this nude before. I was almost humiliated. However, that only excited me more. The idea of someone critiquing my body, but enjoying it set my nerves afire. He traced his callused and strong hands up my body to play with my chest. More blood rushed to my face, but again, this only served to excite me.

Suddenly, shocking sensations of pleasure and electricity began to shoot through my body as hit hot tongue began to flick at my clitoris. Oh god, this was heaven on earth. Amazing. Minutes passed, or was it hours? I wasn't sure. But soon I was so aroused I was ready for anything, wanting more of him, anything of his I could get. He was upon me yet again. His face was buried in my neck, nibbling, kissing, holding me close and showing me how his body could show me so much love.

New experiences I had never imagined had been thrust upon me so suddenly, but not without invitation. I wanted it. And now I felt my body tremble and shake. I knew what was coming. He gently turned me over and pressed his hard body against my supple one. Licking along the back of my neck and my ear I felt his strong member press slowly into my folds. I sucked in my breath and held. Already our bodies were slick with perspiration. HIs hot abdomen pressing against my back, slid easily as he began to pump into me. HIs hard erection throbbing wantonly. I could even feel the veins in his shaft, sliding slowly and torturously along my insides. He pushed in deeply, this time forcing more inside.

I couldn't help but let out a cry of pain and pleasure. I could feel him against my limits, aggressively making me lengthen to accommodate his size. Already my labia had stretched to its limit, making my eyes water. But was felt amazing. Perfect. As if he and I were made for each other. The rhythm picked up with his movements and with my heart. Or was it both of our hearts? I could almost feels his through his chest, pounding into my back. Droplets of sweat trickled down  my back and legs. A few I could feel fall on my shoulder blades from his brow. He began ruthless, violent, and amazing movements. His thrusting causing lewd slapping sounds to fill my room accompanied by my moans and screams of pleasure.

The next thing I knew he had my hair in his hand and was pulling back on my head. His grunts joined in the chorus of our lustful song. My face pressing against the wall. I was pinned there, him hammering me from behind, my pink unused sex being abused so recklessly for the first time. I could feel fluids trailing down my thighs, not just sweat. I moaned louder, my muscles tightening as sensations far from anything I thought possible began to intensify. Then it hit me. It was sudden and unexpected. I had no choice but to scream. It felt like all my nerve endings had been shocked with something. But it felt good. So good in fact that my mind almost shut down. My body began to go limp and I began to moan wildly. HIs grunts began to fade away. Did he not enjoy it? I was feeling more confused. But suddenly he stopped, pushing his cock deep into me as he stifled a groan. The throbbing of his shaft was just the icing on the cake.  It added more pleasure to the end of my orgasm. I knew he was doing the same, and that made my heart quiver.

Soon we had both collapsed, laying together and breathing heavily. It was like an oven in there, but we didn't care. No, the experience of pleasure and lust he gave me, that was unforgettable. He was my teacher, my first love, my god.