“Wifey”. I kept on rewinding it on my head while she kisses my neck, sending shivers down my spine everytime her lips presses onto my skin. She stopped, stared at me and whispered, “is this the first time you’ll do this?”
“Yes. This is my first for everything. First kiss, first hug. First fuck.”
With an almost angelic voice she said, “I will be careful, I promise.” She kissed my lips. I did not know how to react, i kept my eyes and lips closed. She stopped, and like a seasoned professor, she told me to open my mouth as soon as her tongue touches my lips. I did as i was told, and it was the best lips i ever kissed. As I learned the pace, we had an exchange of slow, passionate, hungry, kisses.
“Take of your clothes, please?” I was hesitant at first, but I stood up and complied. As I undressed, I realized that I was naked in front of the girl I considered as a friend…a big sister. Slowly, covering my breasts and pussy with my hands, I went back beside her.
“Ang ganda mo, tangina. (Fuck, you’re beautiful)” she murmurred while caressing my body. We kissed, only this time it was more aggressive, more intense. Her hands were busy cupping my breasts, playing with my nipples.
Then the absolute moment of truth: She asked me to spread my legs. I didn’t know what to do. I felt ashamed. She smiled, assured me that everything will be alright. Realizing that I am not moving, she started touching me. With every attempt to open my legs, she succeeded. My body is betraying me, my desire to be touched was taking over. With each stroke, I feel different. I feel free.
Patrice told me that if it hurts, i should tell her to stop. Would I? Could I?