The first and only time we met - Sex Stories

The first and only time we met

Introduction: There is not much sex in this story, mainly an introduction. Everything in this story is true apart from my age, because i was not yet 18 when this happend, and our names, which i have changed. This guy and I are now in a long distance relashionship and this is what happened when we met, for the first time. English is not my native language and i apologize for any spelling mistakes. I hope you enjoy this first story if mine - and if there is any interesst, i will tell you all more about what happened that night, because believe me, our night was just getting started! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I stood in front of his door, breathing deeply trying to calm down. This was bigger even than convincing my parents that we should go to Australia, even bigger than suggesting a city an hour from where he lived. This was huge. This was bigger than the first snapchat he ever sent me. Enormous. My parents knew about him, of course. When we’d talked for a week they started noticing I was constantly checking my phone, smiling at it. And they asked, so I told them. “He’s a youtuber I’ve been watching for almost a year, and he started talking to me after I gave him my snapchat in a live stream.” This made them curious, and I told them he lives in Australia, and he’s 24. This didn’t exactly make them suspicious, but they asked If there was anything romantic between us. That was a ...

... completely legit question, since I was at the time 16, soon turning 17, although I’ve always had my freedom and they’ve let me “do what you know is best”. I answered honestly; that it was completely platonic and I didn’t even find him attractive, he was just a “cool guy.” And that he had a girlfriend. Although as time passed, some stuff changed in the chemistry between us. We kept talking and, well, flirtation happened. Some risky pictures happend. And, well, suddenly, if my parents had asked me what my relationship with this guy was, I wouldn’t quite have known what to answer. We were best friends, and knew everything about each other. We had amazing chemistry. He lived on the other side of the globe, he was seven years older than me. A year passed and we kept talking every single day. He’d broken up with his girlfriend, but they never hung out anyway. She didn’t live near by and he was a bit of a loner, staying in and working a lot. Not enjoying the sun, while living in Australia? Pfft, what a waste. We started talking about meeting up, but he didn’t have the money for it, and, well I could hardly just ask my parents to get to fly to Australia over the weekend- no, it seemed impossible. Until about a month or two ago, when mom had said that we should go abroad this summer. We all agreed, but didn’t know where to go. after a week or so of pointless discussion with no brilliant ideas I timidly suggested Australia, and the family seemed to like the idea, even though it would be ...