The first and only time we met - Sex Stories

The first and only time we met

... pricy. I found a couple of cities, and I presented all of them to my parents, who seemed to be set on Melbourne, but, I couldn’t have that! I needed us to go to Adelaide, so I could be at least fairly close to him. They finally agreed half time in Melbourne and half in Adelaide, which would mean one week in each city. And now here I was, dressed in a tight, light purple tshirt that showed of my curves, my full D-cup breasts, and a pair of short, pale blue jeansshorts. My long, slender legs looked tan in them, although they really weren’t, I never get tanned, just freckeld. My short sidecut was almost white blonde and dipdyed purple, my eyes piercing blue and my eyes well makeuped. The two rings in my ear and the one in my bellybutton felt cool against my hot skin, as I gathered courage to knock. I finally raised my hand, and lightly tapped twice on the door. I heard footsteps, and within seconds the door opened. And there he was, “I can’t believe you’re here.” he said, first words out of his mouth. “Me neither.” I answered, looking up at his face, slightly blinded by the sunlight. I was tall myself, but he was taller. We stood there for a while, just looking at eachother, and then he invited me in. His hair was messy, as always. Deliberately messy, of course. His chin was prickled with stubble, a short beard, and his eyes as pale blue as mine where, and just as piercing. His ears where stretched, and he had a tattoo of a character in a game tattooed on his inner upper ...

... arm- I knew this, although, I couldn’t see it. He was wearing a long sleeved flannel shirt, as always rolled up over his lower arms. They were muscular, and well shaped. When we’d started talking he’d been a bit chubby, but in the last year he’d lost so much weight and somehow become so muscular; if i hadn’t seen it I would have said it was impossible. We went into his bedroom, and I looked around. I’d seen this room so many times before, in pictures, in youtube videos, on twitter… yet it was different being in it. I walked along the walls, looking at the posters of gaming related stuff, the figurines, the computer with three displays and the shelf full of all of his games. It was a room that shouted out his interests, his personality. I liked it, always had. My bedroom was for sure not this personal. I stood by his computer, looking at the screen. It had an animation on it, he had clearly been working when I arrived. I felt him standing right behind me, looking at me. “I can’t believe you’re here.” he said again, in an almost amazed voice. I turned around, facing him. We were mere centimeters apart. He reached out a hand and put it on my shoulder, and let it slide down my arm, finally taking my hand. “I can’t believe I’m actually touching you.” he almost whispered. “Me neither.” I repeated even lower, letting my eyes meet those piercing blue ones. His hand moved from my hand to the back of my neck, which he grabbed a hold of, before leaning in and kissing me softly, yet ...