Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland - Sex Stories

Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland

... about her. And 'that's' the difference. You're beautiful because I see you. She's pretty, because I see this. (pointing to the picture) Don't misunderstand me... you're pretty too, trust me, you ARE. You're just so... SO much more.

I leapt forward and he opened his arms and brought me in. With my right hand on the back of his head I pulled his lips to mine. I sent my tongue into his mouth and my left hand down to his penis. He gave a slight jump but groaned his approval. But only a second later he was grabbing my hands and pulling them to his chest, "Nooo nono no! We can't do this here." I groaned back my very much disapproval. Just shy of stomping my foot I pouted back, "But I want you. That was so fucking beautiful! I want you now!" He said, "Oh trust me, I want you too. Like, from the first second I saw you as I was pulling up to the fuel pump, I've wanted you." I stood there staring at him, my head down with my arms crossed in front of me, giving him my best pouty face. But, I was laughing inside because I know there's nothing we can do about it here.

He's turning me on, because he's looking at me feign poutiness, like he can read my soul. It's so fuckin sexy. And with a jolt that startles me, he grabs my wrist and says, "Come on!" With an obvious look of confusion on my face I say, "Where are we going?" Still pulling me, he looks back and says, "Just... come on." He lets go of my wrist and grabs my hand instead, locking our fingers together. We work our way back ...

... through the maze of the house. We stop in a hallway by the kitchen. He turns me to him, looks deep into my eyes and says, "Do you trust me?" I'm looking at him with utter confusion. I can't think of real words to say, "Iii don't... ummm? Iiii (dragging the word out) meeean (breathing a breath of air in through my clenched teeth) eerrrr what are aahhh where! I mean what?" I'm so nervous I can't even put a thought together. He's still staring into my eyes, my soul and squeezes my hand. "Do you, trust me?" Quickly "YES!!" leaves my lips. My voice shaky from nervous excitement, I tell him, "Yes, I don't know why! But yes, I do trust you." He smiles into my eyes and says, "Good, I trust you too!", and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. A nervous laugh escapes my lips and I shake my head saying, "I don't even know what that means." He says, "Look, follow my lead and don't say anything." And with my hand in his, he moves it around as a demonstration and tells me, "Go where my hand tells you to go, but do it quietly. It's a very 'you go, we go', mentality." With just a look, I can read his eyes. They're saying, 'from here on out, it's us, together.' But to me, he says, "You ready?" I let go of his hand and grab his face and kiss him deeply. I look into his eyes and say, "I feel like I've been waiting for you and this moment, my whole life." I reach out, grab his hand again and clasp our fingers together. I hold them up in front of our faces, look into his eyes and kiss the back of his ...