Rob could n't believe his luck, or that such a proposal was true. A beautiful woman asking HIM for HIS turn ? At 26, he was your average guy. 5'11, 190lbs, inadequate Brown University hair, hazel eyes, with an average build, and an modal 6 '' cock. At world-class, he could n't help feeling there was a catch or that it was a prank ... that this 22 year old, 5'9 '' tall, 115lb athletic Latina college sophomore with shoulder distance raven colored hair, green oculus, 32b breasts, and round Latina ass that made most men block up and stare would give him the sentence of day, nevertheless be concerned in HIM or ask him out ; but she did.

It was the foolhardy 24-hour interval of Myspace, where creating your Myspace page with music ( that nigh hoi polloi muted anyway ), moving-picture show, and graphic that made about of the pages and subject take forever to actually load due to their sheer majority and mass of content. The meter where making individual 's `` Top 8 '' was a huge mickle socially, and where on that 8 you were positioned could present a new friendship, or budding romance to who was on the crap inclination or on their way out of the booster group/relationship. A clock time before texting, camera phones, and apps ... where the preferred substance of mixer networking and chat was through AIM ( AOL split second Messenger ).

They met at work, where she was an intern. It was a Friday night in early September, where Natalie asked for Rob 's AIM screenname so they could spill the beans over the weekend, and maybe get together and see a movie and grab dinner. Saturday night rolls around and Natalie message Rob, and they talk for 60 minutes ; everything from likes to dislikes and they make plans to eat at Cheesecake mill and see petty Miss Sunshine, with the argumentation being on which to do first ; Rob suggest they see the movie first and then eat, so they could discuss the movie during dinner. Perfect.

Two weeks go by and they become inseparable. They hang out almost every night after study, and they officially start dating. They moved each other in from the archive of the common Myspace admirer, to the most prestigious sport of each other 's top touch on the Top 8. After two calendar week of hand holding, snuggling on the sofa, and spry quite a little on the impudence, they decide to take advantage of the sunny Southern weather and architectural plan a day at the beach. Rob came to pick Natalie up at her off campus apartment and could n't believe his eyes when he saw her body in her tank top and Soffe drawers ( girls wore them with the waistband slightly rolled down back then ), with her sunglass on and towel in mitt.

At the beach, Natalie takes off her tank top and shorts, and reveals her black bikini. Rob has to do all he can to hide his growing hardon in his boardshorts and he suggests they go in the H2O. After getting in up to their articulatio humeri, they play, splash, and prickteaser. Natalie swims over to him and floats up near his waist and wraps her legs around him, pulling him close to her. They kiss and she slowly starts to fag against him. He has his left hand against the small of her back and caressed up her tenacious slender leg with his right. Their embrace is quickly jarred, when a wave came and crashed into them. They laughed that their blissfully unaware Department of State has left them open to be assaulted by the entry Atlantic Ocean and decided to get out for a bit and take hold of a few beers from on of the pantheon of places along A1A. A while later, they decided they were buzzed enough and decided to head back home. Instead of dropping her off, Natalie suggested that Rob come inside her apartment and they order pizza and watch a movie. Rob naturally agrees, and the nighttime progresses. They rented `` V for blood feud '' from blockbuster, and Natalie kept looking at Rob during the movie so often that he told her if she did it again, he was going to buss her. She did it again. And again .... and before he they knew it ... they were making out on her couch. Her hair tied back in a ponytail, he saw this as an opportunity to kiss her neck. She began to rest heavily and travail into him. He began to squelch her right breast as he kissed her deep and she returned his buss with a muffled moan. She began to rub the hardon in his short circuit, and he reached into the waistband of her drawers, using his middle finger to examine for her slit and curtain raising. He was delighted to feel that she had a G-string on, brushed his finger against her nub and her pant while she tongued his mouth was all the signal he needed to proceed. After fingering her inside her shorts and panties for a few minutes, Natalie broke the kiss with a smile and said, `` Come on '' as she stood up and took him by the manus into her sleeping accommodation. Once in her room, she took off her top and bra, and slid down her short pants and thong to reveal her amaze young and blind drunk body. Rob followed suit and he was entranced by her nearly hairless slit ; a little shoot down striptease to guide him to nirvana.

Natalie climbed onto the bed, laid on her back and spreadhead her legs. Rob got on the bed side by side to her and kissed her again. He kissed her as he worked a finger inside of her, marveling at how truly minor and cockeyed her pussy was. He knew she has been with three former guys before and was no stranger to sex, but fuck ... he still could n't believe how modest and pie-eyed she was. Rob then moved down to the end of the bed and positioned his top dog between her pegleg and began to slowly cream her flexure and clit as she bucked her hip joint against him, bore to cum. Rob knew that her death beau ( who was a devout Muslim ) would not and did not experience sex with her, not matter how gruelling she tried or pleaded with him to. She told him about how the farthest she could get was for them to get naked, him to wear thin a condom and her to slew her slit along his cock. This conversation came up when the box of Large trojan horse safe was discovered on a shelf in her hall water closet when she asked him to get a towel. She remarked about how her shoemaker's last beau was about 9 '' long, but would n't own sex with her because of his religion and veneration of his mother ever finding out. Rob was convinced this is why she was she was so aroused that Night ... she could finally possess a release after month of being subjected to protected dry humping.

Thinking about this, he sat up and just looked at her now soaking wet and engorged pussy rim and clit. Natalie took this as her cue to lean down and take him in her sass. She sucked him with a certain naivety and rustiness, but it still felt good enough. After a minute or so, they both knew what they wanted. Natalie laid back down on her backbone and spread her peg. She smirked and wryly asked, `` You 're clean rightfield ... ? '' Rob chuckled, and said, `` Yeah of class, are you ? '' to which her affirmed and he got on top of her and rubbed the promontory of his stopcock against her gap. Rob, being an average 6 '' was thicker than most, especially at the head and it took a few bucks and ruts by the two of them to achieve penetration ... no thanks to her not having sex for 6-8 month. Once inside they began to fuck, like two cony trying to save their species. Thinking back to their AIM conversations, Rob knew what her turn ons and deform offs were, and she admitted that her bounteous turn on was a creampie fetish. ineffective to stimulate the thought of being able to cum inside this beautiful specimen and not let her really grow her on was nearly overwhelming. Rob began to feel the tingle in his orchis as he was on top of her and said, I 'm gon na cum .... where do you desire me to ... '' to which Natalie simply replied `` Inside. '' Rob then looked cryptic into her hypnotizing emerald optic and pushed trench into her as he felt the spurt shoot out his cock and pulse deep inside her uterus. He felt her pussy clench on to his cock and Milk River it. They collapsed in a sweaty pile and embraced each former. Looking on the floor, at the bottom drawer of her nightstand, Rob saw a homemade pipe/bong made from aluminum foil and an empty newspaper towel roll. Laughing, he asked, `` The ass were you cooking in THAT ? '' Natalie laughed and confessed she made it to smoke some weed she had gotten from a Quaker a few weeks back. Rob told her side by side metre, he would bring in over a real pipe. From there they would spend the new few months living, hanging out, smoking pot, and fucking cumming in her everyday .... until one day when thing started to become unknown, and more than awkward. When things she previously found uninteresting ( like baseball ... her dad actually played John Major league Baseball and she could n't give a fuck about the game ) suddenly became matter of conversation.

Then things in the bedroom began to switch as well ...