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suggestions. Please keep in mind that this is my first story, so please be gentle!

   I Stood Real Close

   Frustrated

   So one day that summer he invites me over and I drive to his otherwise
empty house and we watch some movies, chat, etc.  It was mostly small talk
because we hadn't seen each other all year; he had gone to one college and
I another and neither of us were very faithful pen pals.

   Then it's about 8:00 and we're watching TV.  I can tell, in the dark,
that he has a hard on, augmented by the fact that the clicker was missing
so I had gone and bent down to the TV to change the channels.  We always
did have a bit of a thing for each other in high school, but I always had a
boyfriend or he had a girlfriend so it never really went anywhere.  We had
come close a couple times but always the label of "family friend" kept us
apart.

   I was really horny because I hadn't had sex in the two weeks since I
arrived home, and I was stealing glances at him all through the show,
wondering how.

   We're sitting really close, our legs touching...I could feel his
heat...after the show is over I go to the bathroom and then when I come
back in, he's standing with the clicker in his hand; he must have found the
blasted thing while I was away.  Probably under a couch cushion.  I go and
stand really close to him, and I smile, and open my lips a little, and then
he kisses me and it's really sweet and lingering; our lips barely graze,
letting the nerve endings tingle.

   We break from the kiss, and look at each other, and then he slams into
me, his force carrying me into the wall and making out with me like an
animal, rolling my sweatshirt off my shoulders.  Then he started getting
all vacillating again, putting his hands partway up my shirt as if he was
wondering if this was the right thing to do.  So moral; just like in high
school.  No one ever changes.

   To give him some encouragement, I took off his shirt and then he pulled
off mine in one motion and then my pants, and we were still up against the
wall maintaining as much oral contact as possible.  And then, as another
test, he asked "Should I go get a condom?" meaning "How far are we going
with this?" "You should probably get a couple," I answered.  He came back
with one on and pushed my underwear aside and just rammed into me, sliding
me up the wall.  He pulled my leg up and started fucking me like his dick
should have been hitting the wall only it wasn't because I was there.

   We came together, shuddering and clutching at each other blindly.  It
was just a first orgasm though, and we were both young so he took off that
condom and put on a new one and then I pushed him back on the bed because I
didn't think he should have to do all the work.  And then I gave him a
strip show of the rest of what I was wearing (bra and underwear), slowly
sashaying my body off into dimensions he had never even dreamed of.  He was
jacking off as he watched and his eyes were glued to me even though it was
painful for him to sit there and not touch me; I knew that look.  He was
practically drooling.  I waited until he could take no more and closed his
eyes and then crept over to the bed and straddled him without him feeling
it.  I lowered myself onto him and made him moan with surprise and
pleasure. This was more like it.  I like a guy who moans; it tells me how
good I am and makes me want more and more.

   I lifted myself up a little and then slid back down his rock hard cock.
That provoked a nice reaction in both his body and mine.  I did it again.
And again.  I started to increase my tempo, and he started bucking his own
hips, his eyes closed and muscles starting to clench.  He reached up and
grabbed my waist, putting red marks around my hips.  As he started going
faster so did I, and my goddess body started to feel that familiar fire. 
It spread from my pelvis down my legs and to my feet, and then up to my
nose and ears and tits, which were swinging wildly without the bra.

   With a few last thrusts he started to come, leaving me still riding him
as the fire continued to spread.  I could hardly take it any more, I had to
come NOW!  I reached down one hand and started circling my index finger
over my clit in reverse time; now the fire was continuous, because I was
always either hitting my clit or thrusting him further into me.  Finally,
my muscles started to clench deliciously and I started going faster with
both hips and hand, riding out the orgasm.

   ***

   "You were really yelling you know."

   "Really?  I didn't even know."

   "Well, no one else better know!  Oh shit," I said glancing at my watch,
the only piece of clothing that was still on as I cuddled him on his bed,
his dick still inside me, "I've gotta run!  I was supposed to be at
Melanie's party fifteen minutes ago!"

   "Then go, get out of here!" He said, playfully swatting my ass as I got
up and struggled to find my widely scattered clothes and put them on.

   "See you tomorrow!" I yelled back with a grin.  I had a feeling about
this one...  
