When I’m home, my movements are somewhat restricted. This sort of makes it hard for me to be me. The previous Saturday, I went over to check on Ryan and his family. They’ve been our family friends for ages we practically seem like relatives. My family has no problem as regards to me hanging with them. Ryan is the one I’m closest to. He’s within my age bracket so we grew up doing things together like brother and sister…I spent the entire day with them and at around 7pm I told them I was leaving.
`Eat food first, Ryan will drop you. I’ll call your parents and inform them,’ Ryan’s mum said. That left no room for arguments.
`Come I need to show you something,’ Ryan said. He started walking towards his room and I followed. This was nothing new. I’ve been in his room several times so no one raises an eyebrow when it happens. I got into the room after him and he turned the key in the lock. I arched my eyebrows and looked at him with. He must have noticed that I was curious because he said, `Just don’t want interruptions.’ Now I was really curious. He doesn’t usually lock his door.
`So what do you want to show me?’
`Nothing.’
`Huh_’ He walked over to where I was standing and held my chin. He gave me a searching look then his lips slowly touched mine. I pulled away from him.`Ryan, don’t complicate things between us.’
`Things are already complicated.’ I looked straight at him totally lost for words. It just felt weird. I’ve known him all my life and I’ve never imagined anything like this happening ever. I walked over to the door and started to turn the key. I could feel him close behind. He gripped my hand so he could stop me. I didn’t want to wrestle and attract attention so I stood still.`Don’t go,’ he whispered into my ear and at the same time his hold on my hand relaxed. I realized he was leaving it up to me and at the same time telling me what he wanted. He was giving me the chance to go if I wanted to but also letting me know that he wanted me to stay. That’s how he has always been. He has never forced me to do anything.
`You don’t really want this,’ I said softly. He didn’t say a word. He just kissed my neck gently. My neck is really sensitive so I shifted a bit. I don’t know why I did it but I let go of the key and I turned to face him. I still blame it on the fact that I haven’t been getting enough sex. I turned to face him. My back against the door. He kissed me again and lifted me off my feet planting me on his bed. We just went on kissing. My dress came up around my waist leaving my legs bare. All the while I actually couldn’t believe I was doing this. A part of me was still in shock though. As much as I was sexually aroused, I was still fully aware that there were people outside this room who could come knocking at any moment and it would be awkward so I stopped him. It was hard but I did. I simply told him it was too risky and I walked to the door and got out. My face was flushed. I hate it when I have to feel guilty about something and avoid people’s eyes.
Luckily for me, food was served right about then so I didn’t have to endure numerous conversations. We sat at table and prayed. Ryan arrived after the prayer and sat next to me. Tension sprouted in the air. I didn’t want to turn my head in his direction just in case I’d give away anything. We made small talk at table. I felt his palm touch my bare knee. A chill ran through me. Before today a touch on my knee would have been normal. I wouldn’t have read so much into it but after what just happened it was enough to have my blood boiling. My heart was racing. I was only thankful that it was just my knee he was touching. However his hand started to move slowly upward underneath my dress. I shifted on my seat. He was going further and further. I felt his hands touch the inside of my thigh. That area always leaves me weak.
At that moment I hated my body for reacting to his touch. I could feel moisture building in my panties. I put my left hand over his with the clothe in between to try to prevent him from going any further. His hand was trapped at that point. I knew he wouldn’t fight through because that might attract attention. However having his hand pressed against my inner thigh was taking its toll on my body, but I also knew if I released it he’d even go further. In short I was in a dilemma of sorts. I just prayed silently that dinner would be completed as fast as possible. My hold on his hand started to relax after a while. I didn’t even realise it but my hand was just lying lazily above his after a minute or so. His fingers moved again and I gasped. Everyone turned to look at me including him.
`Are you ok?’they asked. I just nodded silently not trusting my mouth to support me. They looked at me doubtfully so I just opened my mouth and assured them I was alright. I pinched his hand. I was desperate to have him stop touching me. He pinched my thigh. This time I stopped the sound from escaping through my lips. I drew my thighs together and squeezed tight. His hands got trapped. But this was my danger zone. My heart was beating so fast. Honestly I don’t know how I was able to eat like everything was normal. His fingers were a second away from my p*ssy and the thought of it opened a tap in my snatch. Damn him!
After what seemed like ages we were out of the house and headed for home. Ryan was driving and I was in the passenger seat. Not a word passed between us. After about 15 minutes of silent driving, he pulled over on the side of the road. This was a residential area so they weren’t so many cars in sight. I was about to ask him what was wrong when he suddenly scooped me out of my seat and settled me onto his laps. I started to complain and he just kissed me. His lips were soft and he had a warm slow kissing technique. Not like the ones who just attack your mouth, cramming their tongue down your throat or attempting to swallow yours. My body went limp and I kissed him back. Our tongues gently glided against one another. The atmosphere within the car got heated. What started out gentle turned wild. No words passed between us but we somehow scrambled for the back seat together.
Our clothes went off. My nipples were in the air. I knew we could get caught and for some reason it made it more thrilling. There was a whole lot of groping of each other’s body parts. My snatch was burning with desire. He had no rubber and I just didn’t care. I acted reckless and threw caution to the winds. I straddled him and slowly guided his c*ck into me…then I lowered myself down. I could feel it spreading my insides, filling me and I threw my head back, parted my lips and moaned. He drew my head close to his and caught my lips with his so I ended up moaning into his mouth. Then I slowly worked up a rhythm moving up, down, up down his rode. His fingers dug into my butt and he started lifting me up and down his amazing c*ck…after a while the movement grew rapid.
`I’m going to come,’ he hissed.
`Do it.’ After a few seconds, he blew his seed in me, rope after rope went into me and my p*ssy convulsed.
`We need to stop over at a drug store,’ I said as we resumed our ride home.
Yours truly,
Trudie.
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