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She would concentrate on the Plains Indians of North America. live sexy chat suggested that we write this assignment longhand, I could type it when I get home and then get my father to photocopy it. I explained that I could touch and copy typing longhand notes was really quick to do. By midday, we were both a young I had brought some rolls and fillings. Annette helped to lunch. I took two folding chairs on the balcony and we sat in the fresh air, eating lunch and enjoying the peace. She admitted it was a lovely spot. While took our break, I asked her if she would be to go to the local Hotel for dinner. She wasn't at all keen. She didn't drink and I think she thought it would the local den of debauchery. I explained you can drink anything. Fruit soft drink. And it was a country pub, just friendly farmers and their families. The families convinced her, wives and meant it must be okay. Come six and the assignment was going We had final, hand-written notes on about three-quarters of it. had already lit the fire and the house was warm and cosy. Before we headed to the Hotel, I threw a large log onto the fire to make sure had plenty of heat for when we got back. THE HOTEL As always, the hotel was Groups of men stood around the bar in cheerful conversation. The fire blazed the dining room beyond. Families occupied the larger tables. We found a smaller table for two and I got some drinks. Soft drink for and a beer for me. She her eyebrows. I told her that a glass of ale didn't do anyone any harm. I apologised the menu, but she said she was surprised how warm and friendly the place was. I told her that country pubs were usually nicer than city ones. all, this was the only Saturday night for a half hour drive in any direction. The food was plentiful and we were both very satisfied we made our way to the car outside. Soon we were back in the cosy warmth of our house. I had brought some music with me and selected piece I thought would go down well. The house had all the comforts of home, including a half-decent stereo. "Classical?" Annette asked me "Handel," replied. "Concerto Grossi. Actually it is Baroque, much older than Classical. "It's sat on the couch, and she laid on my lap as we listened to the music. I run my hands through her She seemed so peaceful. It was a lovely night together. THE awoke with a start. I felt Annette's arms around me, holding me. I turned to kiss her. "I was watching she said. "You looked so handsome asleep." I stretched, cuddled up to me. "I put some wood on the fire." After I returned to bed she was sitting cross legged on the sheet. "We haven't seen beach yet." "Alright, lets get dressed and do it. You will need to dress warmly" There were two rows of dunes between the house and the beach. The first was covered with scrub and didn't look like sand at all. The dunes protected the house from the prevailing Hand in hand, we set off for the walk to the beach. We followed road into the estate and then turned left and headed over the hills. As we topped the second rise, the hit us. Strong and cold, the salt spray noticeable in the air. Annette pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and tied I grabbed her around her waist, as if to protect her the cold wind. We descended onto the sand. The sea was grey and restless. The sand still from the mornings high tide. We made our way close the water, the white-topped waves breaking in the bay and rolling in close to our feet. The wind whipped around clothing. My ears stung with the cold. We held each other close as we walked toward the headland. I explained about days long ago, before roads were passable trading was by coastal shipping. About steam ships caught in gales and driven onto this beach to founder. fact, at very low tide, there were the remains of a couple of wrecks still. Not much more than the keel was but reminder enough of the wild weather. Annette didn't need any convincing that. The wind made talking difficult, so we held onto each other as we strolled in silence, the wind at our clothing and stinging any exposed skin. After about 20 minutes, Annette admitted she was cold. We turned backs to the wind and headed back to the house. The stroll back was much more Despite the cool autumn weather, once we crossed the dunes the wind was behind and it felt almost warm. "What did you think of that?" I asked her. "It's very cold." "Yes, even in summer, for swimming to be picked. But swimming isn't what this place is about." "What is it then?" Annette sounded a young confused "Don't know?" "Peace. Peace from the city," she replied. The house looked as we got close, smoke drifting from the chimney. She squeezed my hand as she asked, "I want to do it Indian style." "Indian style?" "Yes, Indian. I will be good for our assignment." I couldn't argue with that. just what is Indian style?" "It's me on top of you." "That sounds nice. I'm going to have an easy time this morning, I?" "That's the point," she replied. "Men can longer and women can receive more pleasure." The house was the main lounge room cosy with the curtains drawn and the fire blazing. I arranged the cushions of the floor and placed a sheet on top. We stripped off sat in front of the fire. We were both feeling warm. She looked so beautiful, beautiful every time I saw her. We were more comfortable too. Our first time was so nervous. The second time was better. I felt relaxed now, I knew her better I could see she was more comfortable too. We held each other and kissed passionately. Our tongues touched explored. I felt her inside my mouth and I stroked her tongue with mine. I held close to me, cupping my hands under the cheeks her bottom, her soft breasts pressed into me. I bent down and kissed her young nipples, sucking and feeling them grow. 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If there was else in the world better than this, I had yet to find it. Once we were into a groove, I was free to I squeezed her fleshy bottom, feeling her firm and so perfectly formed cheeks. gently massaged her breasts, brushing nipples. I put one hand to the side of her face and she tilted her head to rest on me. This was not good, this was awesome. This was the best yet. And she was right, I didn't even feel I was going to come. On and on we went, a gentle rhythm. Her pussy pulling and caressing shaft. The sensations so perfect. I asked her if she was alright and she admitted her legs were starting to get sore. I asked she wanted me on top and agreed. She raised herself, higher and higher until my hard cock was free. Soon I was between her legs, deep inside her. We had been making live sexy chat for so long I felt an urgency to come. Our mouths locked together in a long and never-ending kiss I drove into her. Drove fast and deep. Faster and faster. needed to come. On top was different. I felt alive, I felt a real man. My manhood was driving us now. I felt the sensations Again and again I thrust into her. Mouth locked against mouth, her pussy swallowing hard cock. Again and again as felt myself getting closer. Still I kissed her, my sensations amplified by our closeness. felt it exquisitely close. Gradually closer until, the wave of ultimate pleasure enveloped me. I drove deep into her with hard stroke as I came. and again I drove into her, each time another wave rolled down my cock. Again and again, each stroke a young slower, each wave tapering off I was done. My heart was beating fast. Oh my, that had been good. I kissed her on the side of her neck she wrapped her arms around mine. I thought, not only is sex great, it gets better! Better and better time! I whispered her ear. "You didn't come, did you?" "It's alright," she said. "No, I can help you." I between her legs, her pussy was oozing my come. I used a corner of the sheet to wipe her. Then I ran my tongue around her. I both my tongue and my fingers. I knew the spot to rub and how to rub it. She must have been hot, heard her quietly moan as I rubbed her and licked her at the same time. As I rubbed and sucked and I could feel pressing up against my mouth. Yes, she was hot. Suddenly she shouted something and I knew she had come. I quietly beside her, holding her as she lay so peacefully. FINISHING THE ASSIGNMENT We had breakfast and on the assignment again. Her sense of humour was to mine. When she said that making love like that helped her with the assignment, I believed it. The day before had helped me. In a of hours we had read and corrected each other's work and it was ready for typing. The was coming to an end. We sat on the balcony to eat lunch in the weak autumn sun. we strolled around the local area, hand in hand. We saw nobody around. Everyone must be in the and all too soon we were packing to head home. put some music on the car stereo. Neither of us were in the mood to talk. As I got closer to her house, we finally spoke. I her I should have it typed by the end of the week. She suggested I meet her on the weekend. Agreed, at ten. NOT THE END I arrived at 10. Annette opened the door, hugged me and kissed me. "Let's go to my showed her the typed, copied bound versions of the assignment. She was extremely impressed. She hugged me, more passionately this time. "Michael, is so perfect." "Thanks." "I've missed you." "I've missed you too." She live sexy chat on the bed and started to unbutton her blouse. "Let's make love," all she said. I removed my clothing and joined her on the narrow bed. It had been five days, but it seemed much longer. I asked her to get on top. She smiled. We made love, gently as was style. This time she stayed on top. It was wonderful to her pretty face as I came deep inside her. As I was spent, she bent down to kiss me. I held her tight, my manhood still inside her. connected as lovers. We lay close on her bed until almost lunchtime, then it was time for me to week later, it was time for our Tutorial presentation. The presentation went very well and earned my first distinction of my course. But, I earned so much more. We continued meet. We saw some movies together. Her house always seemed so crowded, and being an Australian, I out as they rarely spoke English we ate out at some of the cheaper places students frequent. As often as we could we spent time in her room. Making love. We were comfortable with sex. Her friends must known. Two of us going up to her room for an hour or so a couple of a week. The semester went all too quickly. One day she reminded of what I already knew. "You know I will be leaving in November?" "Yes." Before then, there is the study vacation. weeks to prepare for the end of year exams. I suggested that the holiday would be perfect for a couple of days of peaceful study. "A couple of days without interruption," I said "No she asked. "Well, lots of sex," I admitted. She kissed me. "Yes, lots of sex." THE END The exams were the results were in it is time for her to go. As always she got good marks, one High Distinction, two Distinctions and a Credit. My marks were typical, Two credits two passes. A credit for psychology fancy that. I borrowed the car to drive her to the airport. To see her for the last She has given me her address in Malaysia so I can write to her. And we do, for a while. But the letters take longer to compose and the longer to receive. By this time, I am working, seeing girls, but I never mention them in my letters. She must be seeing other men, but probably would not them either. Slowly, it drifts apart. Even though it didn't last, it was good. It was better than good. It was great. shyness I first was just her natural reserve when she first met strangers. As we got to know one another, shyness dissolved and she became my first lover. She showed a passion I didn't believe possible in such a girl. These days I am married with two growing teens. And yet I look back that time with more than affection. That first weekend together is something I will never forget. I remember every The first time we were so nervous. And it was beautiful. Learning, exploring, loving. Memories like that stay with you forever. Copyright 2004 Cbrmale, AustraliaI was out collecting from customers. On my paper route were two brick buildings apartments. I was looking forward to them just to get out of the rain. The long halls; both up and down stairs were lit by a single bulb. Very few of the people were home I knocked on their doors. In the second building I had three customers. The first, upstairs wasn't home. The second was and he grumpy as I waited for him to scfuck up the four dollars the weeks paper. He growled at my 'Thank you' and closed the door. I walked reluctantly to the last customer the end of the downstairs hall. 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Her breasts seemed like form below. Sharp pointed, white pyramids. Her blouse clung to her like it was wet "Um, Uh, yes, Ma'am," I croaked. She smiled turned out of the room. I could hear the soft sounds form the kitchen as she did things. Soon she returned and handed me a hot mug of steaming hot Her red full lips smiled softly as she sat down on the sofa across me. She sipped her chocolate and looked at me. I sipped mine and looked her. Slowly, I became aware that I could see up skirt. I burned my tongue. She was wearing a tight, dark blue wool skirt. Her knees were a few inches apart and what could see was faint but visible. Her bare thighs above stockings were white and touching together. Just above them I could make out a small white triangle. I decided I had better stop staring. I up and found her watching me. Her lips were curved in a peculiar smile. I looked away the window. The shades were down on both of the windows but I could shadows from the street light on the corner. Lightening flashed in the distance and I could hear rain on the glass. "Sounds like it might rain all night." She spoke finally, her soft and distant sounding. "Yeah, uh, yes, Ma'am." I looked back to her face. was having trouble keeping my eyes her chin. "Do have very much collecting to do tonight?" She licked her red lips and sipped her chocolate. "No, Ma'am. The apartments are at the end of the route," lied. I didn't even know I did. She glanced at the window and I looked down. Her knees were further apart. Her thighs weren't touching and the small white triangle become a white band between them. I swallowed hard and felt rise in my crotch. Her legs opened a young more. I could see the sheen of nylon panties. I looked up quickly. She was still looking at the window. "What are you in?" She turned to look at me. "The..." I had lost my voice! "Freshman in college!" I blurted. "You're eighteen, then?" "Yes, "Is being paperboy good money," she asked? "Well, ma'am I like the morning hours and riding my bike is good for keeping in shape. After finish my route the rest of the day is mine." She seemed pleased with the She rose, taking the cup. "I think I want some more hot chocolate. How about you?" "Yes, Ma'am, please," I replied, eagerly, her my cup. Watching her wool encased hips she walked to the kitchen door and disappeared. I pushed at the of my cock in the front of my jeans. Being no stranger to its life form, it felt like it was swollen to full size It seemed to have a mind of its own.
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