Rob could n't believe his luck, or that such a proposition was true. A beautiful woman asking HIM for HIS number ? At 26, he was your mean guy. 5'11, 190lbs, dead brownness haircloth, hazel center, with an middling build, and an average 6 '' cock. At start, he could n't help feeling there was a grab or that it was a japery ... that this 22 year old, 5'9 '' tall, 115lb athletic Latina college sophomore with berm length raven colored hair, fleeceable eyes, 32b breasts, and round Latina ass that made most men stop and stare would cave in him the meter of day, nevertheless be interest in HIM or ask him out ; but she did.

It was the heady solar day of Myspace, where creating your Myspace page with music ( that most citizenry muted anyway ), film, and art that made virtually of the pages and contentedness call for forever to actually load due to their sheer bulk and plenty of content. The clip where making soul 's `` Top 8 '' was a Brobdingnagian peck socially, and where on that 8 you were positioned could represent a new friendship, or budding love story to who was on the shit list or on their way out of the protagonist group/relationship. A time before texting, camera phones, and apps ... where the preferred substance of social networking and chat was through AIM ( AOL flash Messenger ).

They met at body of work, where she was an intern. It was a Friday Nox in former September, where Natalie asked for Rob 's AIM screenname so they could spill over the weekend, and maybe get together and see a motion-picture show and snap dinner party. Sat night curl around and Natalie substance Rob, and they talk for hours ; everything from the likes of to dislike and they make plans to eat at Cheesecake Factory and see Little Miss Sunshine, with the debate being on which to do first ; Rob suggest they see the moving-picture show first and then eat, so they could discuss the movie during dinner. Perfect.

Two week go by and they become inseparable. They hang out almost every night after employment, and they officially start dating. They moved each other in from the archives of the unwashed Myspace Friend, to the most prestigious variation of each other 's top spot on the Top 8. After two calendar week of helping hand property, snuggling on the lounge, and quick plenty on the cheek, they decide to take advantage of the cheery Southern atmospheric condition and plan a day at the beach. Rob came to pick Natalie up at her off campus apartment and could n't believe his center when he saw her organic structure in her tank top and Soffe shorts ( girls wore them with the sash slightly rolled down back then ), with her sunglass on and towel in hand.

At the beach, Natalie takes off her tank top and shorts, and reveals her blacken bikini. Rob has to do all he can to obscure his growing hardon in his boardshorts and he suggests they go in the water. After getting in up to their berm, they play, spattering, and flirting. 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 grind against him. He has his left hand against the minor of her backbone and caressed up her long slender leg with his right. Their embracing is quickly jarred, when a wave came and crashed into them. They laughed that their blissfully unaware 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 flat and they ordering pizza and watch out a picture show. Rob naturally agrees, and the night progresses. They rented `` V for Vendetta '' 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 kiss her. She did it again. And again .... and before he they knew it ... they were making out on her couch. Her whisker tied back in a ponytail, he saw this as an opportunity to kiss her cervix. She began to breathe heavily and toil into him. He began to squeeze her right white meat as he kissed her deep and she returned his kiss with a muffled moan. She began to rub the hardon in his boxers, and he reached into the waistband of her shorts, using his middle finger to dig into for her slit and opening. He was delighted to experience that she had a G-string on, brushed his finger against her nub and her gasp while she tongued his mouth was all the signal he needed to proceed. After fingering her inside her shorts and pantie for a few minutes, Natalie broke the kiss with a smile and said, `` descend on '' as she stood up and took him by the hand into her bedroom. Once in her room, she took off her top and bra, and slid down her shorts and thong to let on her amazing young and tight body. Rob followed suit and he was entranced by her nearly hairless pussy ; a footling landing strip show to guide him to nirvana.

Natalie climbed onto the bed, laid on her spinal column and spread her peg. Rob got on the bed future to her and kissed her again. He kissed her as he worked a digit inside of her, marveling at how truly small and squiffy her pussycat was. He knew she has been with three other hombre before and was no unknown to sex, but fuck ... he still could n't trust how small and sloshed she was. Rob then moved down to the end of the bed and positioned his head between her legs and began to slowly figure out her folds and clit as she bucked her hips against him, eager to cum. Rob knew that her lastly boyfriend ( who was a devout Muslim ) would not and did not have sex with her, not matter how hard 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 tire out a condom and her to slew her slit along his putz. This conversation came up when the box of Large Trojan rubber was discovered on a shelf in her hall closet when she asked him to get a towel. She remarked about how her in conclusion boyfriend was about 9 '' long, but would n't have sex with her because of his religion and fear of his mother ever finding out. Rob was convinced this is why she was she was so corneous that night ... she could finally suffer a loss after months of being subjected to protected dry humping.

Thinking about this, he sat up and just looked at her now soaking wet and engorged puss lips and clit. Natalie took this as her cue to lean down and pack him in her mouth. She sucked him with a certain naivety and rustiness, but it still felt goodness enough. After a minute or so, they both knew what they wanted. Natalie laid back down on her back and bed cover her legs. She smirked and wryly asked, `` You 're uncontaminating right ... ? '' Rob chuckled, and said, `` Yeah of course, are you ? '' to which her affirmed and he got on top of her and rubbed the head of his stopcock against her opening. Rob, being an mediocre 6 '' was thicker than nigh, especially at the pass and it took a few clam and ruts by the two of them to accomplish insight ... no thanks to her not having sex for 6-8 calendar month. Once inside they began to have intercourse, like two rabbits trying to relieve their species. Thinking back to their AIM conversations, Rob knew what her turn ons and release offs were, and she admitted that her heavy tour on was a creampie fetich. unable to throw off the opinion of being able to cum inside this beautiful specimen and not have her really release her on was nearly consuming. Rob began to sense the tingle in his ballock as he was on top of her and said, I 'm gon na cum .... where do you want me to ... '' to which Natalie simply replied `` Inside. '' Rob then looked bass into her hypnotizing emerald eyes and advertize deep into her as he felt the spurts shoot out his cock and beat late inside her uterus. He felt her pussy hold on to his peter and milk it. They collapsed in a sweaty heap and embraced each other. Looking on the floor, at the buttocks draftsman of her nightstand, Rob saw a homemade pipe/bong made from atomic number 13 hydrofoil and an void report towel paradiddle. Laughing, he asked, `` The nooky were you cooking in THAT ? '' Natalie laughed and confessed she made it to smoke some pot she had gotten from a booster a few hebdomad back. Rob told her following metre, he would bring over a real pipe. From there they would drop the new few months living, hanging out, smoking pot, and fucking cumming in her everyday .... until one day when things started to become strange, and More than awkward. When affair she previously found uninteresting ( like baseball ... her dad actually played John Major League Baseball and she could n't give a fuck about the plot ) suddenly became theme of conversation.

Then things in the chamber began to change as well ...