So yes, we’re all back from the big trip. W conveniently reached a day and a night before the rest of the gang did! We spent the day holding hands and walking on the beach. Then came the night, and well, what do I say. Since moral defences were up anyway, we trudged a little more onto the other side. He sulked and eventually got me to take my top off and pulled down half my bra. I had only read about nipples being erogenous zones on a woman’s body. I can now testify to the fact!
And erm, his fingers reached under my pants as we discussed fapping. I tried to be cryptic in my answers about how often I do it. But whom was I kidding! I tried to fap myself, but it didn’t work, cuz I was probably to nervous. He guided my hand under his pants for fapping and I went all “aaaaaaaaaa” in my head. Talk about first times! And erm, he soon guided
the hand under his undies, if you know what I mean. I went all WTF in my head. WTF was I doing? As a pathetic end to the story, my arm started to hurt like hell in two minutes, and I couldn’t continue. A flaccid penis, I found out, isn’t too long. I could hold one in my hand with ease. Amid short gasps for air, we totally dry-humped each other. And then, well, I didn’t even realise when we just fell asleep. Oh, and I really must stop being so
ticklish; I’ll just end up hurting one of us otherwise.
He had to leave for official work next morning, and after stealing a few quickie smoochies, he left. Just like you see a couple in films. We woke up, didn’t get outta the bed or brush, and got on with smooching again. What a night!
And fuck my luck, I got my periods that morning.