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. . just like you're doing now . . . I was imagining you making love to me."
"Did you cum?" I asked, unable to believe what I was hearing.
"Yes," she purred. I must have hit a sensitive spot because she pushed her hips forward onto my hand again. "I have wondered what it would be like to be with you for so long. Some nights at school . . . every night for a week . . . I touch myself while thinking about you . . . Marc . . . Marc, make love to me."
I didn't reply. Instead, I rubbed her clit faster. After a couple of passes, I pushed a finger inside her, then went back to playing with her clit. I was sure to use the juices from her pussy to coat her clit.
Her hand continued to stroke my cock. I could feel it leaking precum.
Taking her hand in mine, I had her dip two fingers into her pussy, then I took them in my mouth. She tasted of nectar.
She moaned as I sucked on her fingertips, my teeth grazing the soft pads.
"Angelina . . ." A little part of me was thinking clearly. "Are you really a virgin?"
"Yes, Marc. I am."
"Are you sure you want me to be your first lover?"
"I've never been so sure of anything in my life . . ." Her voice trailed off as she brought my lips to hers once again.
"I want you to be my only lover," she whispered.
She continued to stroke my cock. I don't think I could get any harder.
"Please make love to me now," Angelina whispered.
I got on my knees between her legs, my cock pointed towards her. I reached for the condom on the nightstand.
"No," she said. "You don't need that, Marc. I'm on the pill."
Those were the words I wanted to hear. Surely she wouldn't be lying to me, would she?
"You don't know who else I've been with."
"I know you have good taste, Mr. Thompson," she smiled as she called me that. "And I know how picky you are . . . The word around town is that the reason why you're so lonely is because no one around here meets your standards."
"Guess I should have picked a bigger town." We giggled together and pressed our bodies against one another.
She was soft and warm. Her hands ran down my side, exploring me.
"Please, Marc," her voice was soft.
I leaned in and kissed her again, harder. Our tongues met. I pushed her head to one side and kissed my way over to her ear.
She gasped when my teeth bit the sensitive spot right behind her jaw, just under the ear.
Soft moans escaped her lips as my lips traced her neck. Down her collarbone. Across her shoulder.
I took one of her nipples between my teeth and she thrust her chest forward.
Cupping one of her magnificent breasts in each hand, I paid both the same attention.
Angelina started to grind her pussy against me.
If one of her nipples wasn't in my mouth, I was rolling it between my fingers. She cried out louder and louder.
Her eyes were closed. Her head thrashed about on my pillow.
I kissed the valley in between her breasts, then started down her flat stomach, but she stopped me.
"No . . . Not now . . ." Angelina whispered, pulling me back on top of her. Our lips met again. "I'm yours, Marc . . ."
Her hand took a hold of my cock and she guided the head between her legs.
She rubbed it against her pussy. It was still slick with her juices.
I pushed her hand away and guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy. I wasn't thinking clearly. Lust clouded my mind.
For an instant, I paused. I wondered if I was a sexual predator, taking advantage of a former student. I wondered if I was just some pervert who had somehow led this lovely young girl on. I wondered if I would be able to live with myself the next morning after having slept with a child that the community had entrusted to my care.
Those thoughts were soon gone, burned away as my desire consumed me.
I pushed the tip of my cock forward and it entered Angelina's steaming sex.
After the head was inside her, I felt my lover tense. She drew in a sharp breath. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders. She arched her back.
"Please . . ." Her voice was soft. Desperate.
Angelina's eyes were closed.