She stepped forward and said, “Did you really think I never caught on to the fact that you were in clear affection with me? I did. I did indeed catch you stealing glances at me in college.”
I was surprised. She continued, “I am smitten by your confidence and candour. Truly, you are a person with a good heart. I have on numerous occasions heard praise from my mother about you. Have you not, on multiple occasions, saved your friends from the malice prepense of the bullying seniors?”
She stepped forward and kissed me on my lips. She stole a glance downward at the tumescence in my pant and said, with a naughty wink, “Let us quench the thirst of that caged devil.”
Excited with the circumstances, I dragged her to her bedroom. Immediately, I threw her on the bed and commenced kissing her lips. She reciprocated with equal vigour. I removed my shirt and vest and threw them away. Underneath her skirt, she wore black slacks resembling a man’s trunk in shape. It being her first time, I was aware of the possible pain she might go through. So, I took a pencil, inserted my hand up her skirt, using its non-writing end, I began stimulating her core through her slacks. I felt so much in love, I could not cease consuming her lips by my own. She was feeling the excitement as well; my kisses prevented her from moaning openly and her excitement reflected in her heavy breathing. I took a momentary break from kissing as I continued stimulating her core. She moaned, and my tumescence became more profound. In a short while, her waters flew. She exhaled deeply. I threw the pencil away.
Immediately, I unbuttoned her shirt and threw it away. She was wearing a sexy black bra. “Such appealing melons!”, I marvelled at her breasts with unadulterated admiration. She smiled. I pressed them and kissed her lips with equal passion. After sometime, I removed her skirt and continued kissing. Simultaneously, I ran my fingers over her stomach and neck.
She was, in the meantime, running her fingers over my pant. I felt more and more difficult to ignore my hardness, locked inside my lower garments.
Suddenly, she clutched at my stiffness. “Ah!” I involuntarily moaned. She asked naughtily, “Will you not undress, fiery?” I responded with equal naughtiness, “Of course, hot!” I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pant, removed it and threw it away. I was only in my green underwear. She smiled as she looked at the word printed on the band of my briefs, “JOCKEY”. She said, “So this is the broad, sexy cloth that cages your devil!” I grinned. I came on top of her, touched her nose with mine, and whispered with all naughtiness, “In the next ten years, I want you to introduce me to the orphans as their brother-in-law. Let us also bless them with an adorable baby nephew.” She giggled, and I continued stimulating her body by running my fingers all over and occasionally pressing her marvellous melons. She clutched, with one hand, my stiffness, and ran the other over my bare back. All the while, I kissed her lips, cheeks and forehead. I took a split-second break from the kissing to utter, “You’re so beautiful!” and continued kissing.