Rob could n't believe his circumstances, or that such a suggestion was dead on target. A beautiful woman asking HIM for HIS identification number ? At 26, he was your average guy. 5'11, 190lbs, short brown hair, hazel eyes, with an median frame, and an average 6 '' cock. At first, 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 acrobatic Latina college sophomore with shoulder joint length raven colored hair, Green River eyes, 32b breasts, and round Latina ass that made most men terminate and stare would pass him the meter of day, nevertheless be interested in HIM or ask him out ; but she did.

It was the heady day of Myspace, where creating your Myspace page with euphony ( that most masses muted anyway ), pics, and graphics that made most of the pages and content take forever to actually dilute due to their sheer mass and mass of content. The time where making person 's `` Top 8 '' was a vast spate socially, and where on that 8 you were positioned could represent a new friendly relationship, or budding romanticism to who was on the stag list or on their way out of the friend group/relationship. A time before texting, camera phones, and apps ... where the favour means of sociable networking and chat was through AIM ( AOL Instant courier ).

They met at body of work, where she was an houseman. It was a Friday night in early on September, where Natalie asked for Rob 's AIM screenname so they could blab over the weekend, and maybe get together and see a pic and grab dinner. Saturday nighttime rolls around and Natalie messages Rob, and they talk for minute ; everything from likes to dislike and they make design to eat at Cheesecake Factory and see Little Miss cheerfulness, with the debate being on which to do first ; Rob suggest they see the flick first and then eat, so they could discuss the picture show during dinner. Perfect.

Two hebdomad go by and they become inseparable. They hang out almost every night after work, and they officially start dating. They moved each other in from the archives of the plebeian Myspace ally, to the most prestigious fun of each other 's top spot on the Top 8. After two hebdomad of hand property, snuggling on the couch, and quick mess on the cheek, they decide to ask advantage of the sunny Southern weather condition and plan a day at the beach. Rob came to pick Natalie up at her off campus apartment and could n't trust his eyes when he saw her body in her tank top and Soffe shorts ( girls wore them with the waistband slightly rolled down back then ), with her sunglass on and towel in hand.

At the beach, Natalie takes off her cooler top and shorts, and reveals her disgraceful bikini. Rob has to do all he can to hide his growing hardon in his boardshorts and he suggests they go in the water. After getting in up to their articulatio humeri, they play, splashing, and dalliance. 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 cranch against him. He has his left hired man against the small of her back and caressed up her prospicient slender leg with his right field. Their embrace is quickly jarred, when a wave came and crashed into them. They laughed that their blissfully unaware state has left them afford to be assaulted by the entrance Atlantic Ocean and decided to get out for a bit and grab 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 household. Instead of dropping her off, Natalie suggested that Rob come inside her flat and they order pizza pie and view a motion-picture show. Rob naturally agrees, and the night progresses. They rented `` V for Vendetta '' from blockbuster, and Natalie kept looking at Rob during the picture show 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 chance to kiss her cervix. She began to take a breather heavily and moil into him. He began to shove her right chest as he kissed her oceanic abyss and she returned his kiss with a muffled moan. She began to rub the hardon in his shorts, and he reached into the cincture of her shorts, using his middle finger to poke into for her incision and initiative. He was delighted to palpate that she had a thong on, brushed his digit against her nub and her pant while she tongued his mouth was all the signaling he needed to proceed. After fingering her inside her boxershorts and pantie for a few minutes, Natalie broke the osculation with a smile and said, `` Come on '' as she stood up and took him by the hired man into her sleeping accommodation. Once in her elbow room, she took off her top and bra, and slid down her shorts and flip-flop to bring out her bewilder young and cockeyed dead body. Rob followed suit and he was entranced by her nearly hairless kitty ; a picayune landing strip to guide him to nirvana.

Natalie climbed onto the bed, laid on her back and spread her pegleg. Rob got on the bed next to her and kissed her again. He kissed her as he worked a finger inside of her, marveling at how truly small and sozzled her kitty-cat was. He knew she has been with three other guys before and was no stranger to sex, but fuck ... he still could n't conceive how small and tight she was. Rob then moved down to the end of the bed and positioned his head between her legs and began to slowly lick her faithful and clitoris as she bucked her pelvic girdle against him, eagre to cum. Rob knew that her last boyfriend ( who was a devout Muslim ) would not and did not have sex with her, not count 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 jade a rubber and her to slide her slit along his stopcock. This conversation came up when the box of Large trojan horse prophylactic was discovered on a shelf in her hall press when she asked him to get a towel. She remarked about how her last swain was about 9 '' long, but would n't have sex with her because of his religious belief and reverence of his mother ever finding out. Rob was convinced this is why she was she was so steamy that night ... she could finally have 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 lips and clit. Natalie took this as her cue to lean down and acquire him in her rima oris. She sucked him with a certain naiveness and rustiness, but it still felt in effect enough. After a min or so, they both knew what they wanted. Natalie laid back down on her backrest and facing pages her legs. She smirked and wryly asked, `` You 're clean 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 cock against her gap. Rob, being an medium 6 '' was thicker than most, especially at the head and it took a few horse and ruts by the two of them to achieve penetration ... no thanks to her not having sex for 6-8 months. Once inside they began to fuck, like two rabbits trying to save up their species. Thinking back to their AIM conversations, Rob knew what her go ons and turn offs were, and she admitted that her enceinte turn on was a creampie juju. ineffective to shake the thought of being able to cum inside this beautiful specimen and not have her really call on her on was nearly overwhelming. 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 `` interior. '' Rob then looked deep into her hypnotizing emerald centre and pushed deep into her as he felt the spirt shoot out his cock and pulse deep inside her uterus. He felt her pussy clinch on to his cock and milk it. They collapsed in a sweaty mint and embraced each early. Looking on the story, at the bottom drawer of her nightstand, Rob saw a homemade pipe/bong made from aluminium foil and an empty paper towel bowl. Laughing, he asked, `` The fuck were you cooking in THAT ? '' Natalie laughed and confessed she made it to fume some skunk she had gotten from a acquaintance a few weeks back. Rob told her next clock time, he would lend over a real organ pipe. From there they would spend the new few months living, hanging out, smoking pot, and fucking cumming in her quotidian .... until one day when things started to suit unknown, and more than awkward. When things she previously found uninteresting ( like baseball ... her dad actually played Major league Baseball and she could n't give a fuck about the secret plan ) suddenly became subject of conversation.

Then thing in the bedchamber began to shift as well ...