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Post by John Smith Kowalski on May 22, 2016 21:09:29 GMT
At first she seemed to be into the kissing, but then she suddenly pulled away. He stared at her in surprise. Had she not wanted to kiss him? "Are you okay?" He asked her. She looked shocked at first, or ashamed. John didn't make a move for the longest time it seemed. He didn't want to scare her anymore than she already was probably. "I am sorry. I thought you wanted to kiss me." He apologized to her.
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Post by Megara Paranell on May 22, 2016 21:26:30 GMT
Meg felt her face heat up at his question, he seemed so sincere and that made this so much more difficult. She ran a hand through her hair, "I'm fine...I just um...I've never done much besides kissing. I don't want to do anything wrong or...um assume anything." She admitted with her face still a bright red. He must think she was being utterly ridiculous for saying as much. "I'm sorry if I overstepped any boundaries." She apologized as she looked up at him from under her lashes. "I do want to kiss you, I just don't know how far we should go." She ducked her head again feeling even more embarrassed for admitting this. "God I sound so stupid...you must think I'm a real idiot." She muttered under her breath as she avoided looking at him directly.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on May 23, 2016 16:23:35 GMT
John listened to her when she apologized. Then a smile spread on his lips. He put his coffee down and aside, getting on his knees. Crawling a bit closer to her. She was apologizing for doing wrong and she said she was fine and she said 'if' when she was talking about boundaries. John's grin grew wider. "Not at all." He said softly to get her attention before he kissed her again. This time wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her from trying to escape again from his kiss.
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Post by Megara Paranell on May 23, 2016 17:30:58 GMT
Meg blinked in surprise when she finally took notice of John right in front of her. Before she could protest, he had wrapped his arm around her waist and then his lips were on hers again. He tasted like coffee and blueberries, and there was another taste that she could faintly register on his lips. She hesitated before she slid a hand up to bury in his blonde hair, all of this was new territory for her. Her lips parted just the slightest bit and her tongue escaped to lightly run against his lips as if begging for entrance. A tiny whimper escaped her as she pressed her body against his own needing to feel more of him. Her free hand set her muffin down on the floor before she moved it to run along his shirt, her fingertips brushing against warm skin.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on May 25, 2016 15:14:59 GMT
John smirked a little when he finally got her to respond back into the kiss. Her lips tasted like the tangy orange juice she had enjoyed moments before. Opening his mouth slightly to let her tongue in. Letting his tongue gently caress hers. He suddenly thought that perhaps she would be more comfortable laying down. Slowly laying her down and leaning down himself with her. Her long brown hair was sprawled out around her head like a halo. He liked ladies with long hair, it was sexy to him. John kept kissing her, deciding to try something. He put his hand on her side and gently ran it up and down on her slender body.
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Post by Megara Paranell on May 25, 2016 15:25:59 GMT
Meg groaned low in her throat as John gently laid her back and she shifted just enough to feel more of him. Her hand slid up under his shirt even more loving the feel of his muscles under her fingertips. She shivered slightly as his own hand started to run up and down her side. More sensation filled her from the movement and she pressed her body up against his as she kept kissing him. The taste of him filling her senses as she did so, it was nice to actually be this intimate with someone. Meg had never allowed herself to do so before due to her own insecurities when it came to who was interested in her. Of course she knew that she could have easily been in a relationship before but she had always put her work first. Now...well now she had time and she intended on making up for all that lost time as soon as she possibly could.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on May 27, 2016 11:23:36 GMT
John felt shivers when he felt her cool slender fingertips on his stomach. Trailing up and down. Feeling around his muscles. He smirked a little in the kiss. He knew by now that she had never had a boyfriend or a relationship before. But he didn't know if she was a virgin or not. Probably not since she was so eagerly moving under his shirt. But he wouldn't care either way. He wanted to enjoy it and have her enjoy it too. John moved his head from her lips. Starting to kiss her neck. His hand going from her side down to her thigh. Pulling the hem of her summer dress up to reveal the ivory white thigh. Running his finger tips on the outer surface of her thigh, up and down in circular motions. Teasing her rear slightly. Just wanting to hear those lovely moans from her lips.
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Post by Megara Paranell on May 28, 2016 19:59:22 GMT
Meg's eyes widened when John's fingers started running up under her dress. A little whimper escaped her as John moved his lips so he was now kissing her along her neck. His fingers trailed up even higher and danced across her skin. A little moan escaped her unbidden, and a sudden fierce blush hit her face as she realized it. "I'm sorry I-" She broke off with a sudden sharp gasp as John's lips ran across a sensitive spot. Her hands tightened on him and her nails lightly grazed his skin as her body pressed against his own in reflex. She whimpered his name then in sudden need, she'd never felt this way with anyone before. With Octavia she had been too afraid to cross any boundaries, but maybe she should have taken a chance. Who knew how long she'd be in this place anyway? She didn't want to die without knowing what it was like to be with someone. Once upon a time she might have not minded quite so much...but now...now she knew she didn't want an unfulfilled life. Her hands slid up under his shirt, memorizing the feel of his muscles there and silently enjoying them.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on May 28, 2016 21:05:42 GMT
He was so pleased to get that first moan from her that he felt brave enough to move his hand to her inner thigh. To have his fingers tease the soft flesh he found there. Feeling the heat emanating from her panties against his fingers. Suddenly he heard her protest, so he slowed his kisses down for a moment on her neck. Gaining another moan and slight scratch marks on his skin. Smirking a little and moving on. It seemed like she wasn't going to protest after all. John ran his fingers against her slit. Feeling the wetness seep through her panties as he was expertly rubbing her clit. He felt like his clothes were getting too restrictive. Starting to gently tug down her panties to hint her to help him get rid of some of his clothes.
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Post by Megara Paranell on May 29, 2016 3:36:21 GMT
Meg nearly froze when she felt John's hand slide up and along her inner thigh. The sensation unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She shivered as his fingers brushed her sensitive skin and she bit down on her bottom lip as she felt her body respond. His fingers pressed against her panties and she started unbuttoning his shirt. Her movements were a little uncertain as she'd never done this before. Finally his shirt came completely undone and for a moment Meg was dumbfounded. She had of course seen him shirtless once before, but now...now this felt different. More intimate at least and his shirt still hung open, her fingers tentatively brushed his muscles. Her movements paused though when she felt his fingers rub against her slit, causing a whole new wave of feeling through her entire body. Another moan escaped her, this one braver then the last as she started to enjoy herself. John certainly knew what he was doing, and she was enjoying herself more then she had ever thought possible. His hand moved to tug at her panties and she helped take his shirt off so he was shirtless once again. Her hands ran along his muscles, enjoying how they flexed under her fingertips before she hesitantly ran one hand down to rub his member through his pants. A part of her was curious to see how he'd react, and what kind of an effect she had on him.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on May 29, 2016 15:29:33 GMT
Her hand suddenly on his groin made him groan out of pleasure. He resisted the urge to arch his neck. Wanting to keep his composure for now. But he could not deny that she was making him horny as hell. John moved to kiss her lips once again. This time more hungrily. He was now obsessed with the problem of her dress being in the way. Finishing pulling her panties off. Then sliding his hand up her leg and bringing it over to under her back. Making her back arch a little. Then pulling the zipper down. He could feel the fabric loosen around her body. Helping her pull it off of her. Running his hand on her perfect breasts. Getting her nipple hard as he gently kneaded them one at a time. He couldn't help to think about that famous anecdote about whose ever breasts was used to mould a champagne glass. The saying sort of brought into mind by hers. Having her naked body underneath his was starting to become too much. He felt confined in his pants. Bringing his hand to his belt to open it. Starting to undo his pants with one hand. Needing to keep himself upright with the other.
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Post by Megara Paranell on May 29, 2016 17:36:39 GMT
Meg nearly stopped when John suddenly groaned, well he sure seemed like he enjoyed her hand on him. She swallowed hard and then he was kissing her again, only this time with more insistence. His hands slipped her panties completely off of her body and Meg shivered as the cold air hit her area. A needy sound escaped her as his hand traveled up her leg and then around her back towards where the zipper was located. She shifted so she was in a slightly upright position to further assist him in taking her dress off. Once the dress was off, Meg barely had time to get her bra off before John's hands ran along her breasts. It was the first time anyone had touched her there like this before, and seen her naked. Of course Meg had done nude shoots before, as a model it was practically unavoidable but this was much different. Another moan escaped her, his hands on her felt nice and she felt another spark of heat in her lower area. His fingertips rolled over one of her nipples, getting it all firm and perky before he moved on to do the same to the other one. She whimpered, he was still wearing his pants and she wanted to see him just as exposed as she herself was. As if reading her thoughts, John started unfastening his pants and Meg moved to help assist him. Finally his pants were off and all that was left was his underwear, Meg hesitated before she hooked her fingers under the hem and slowly eased his underwear down. She considered him from under her lashes, he was obviously aroused and Meg groaned at the sight. Before she could change her mind, she hesitantly slid her hand along his erect member. It was strange, and she wasn't entirely sure if she was doing it right.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on May 31, 2016 17:39:40 GMT
He was rock hard and exposed before her. Feeling her slender hand stroke up and down his cock. For a brief moment he wondered if he had ever seen a cock like that before. She seemed somewhat hesitant and transfixed. John leaned over to kiss her cheek to get her attention. "You ready?" He asked bringing his mouth to her ear. Letting his breath tickle her ear, and his nose to caress the outlines of it. He could smell her alluring body odour. He liked it, he disliked it when women bathed themselves in perfumes. He liked natural women. John then moved his face away from her ear. Thinking she was probably thinking his heavy breathing to be a nuisance. Kissing her lips as he brought his hand to hers. Helping her guide his member inside her. Slowly to let her get accustomed to him. Before he began pulling out, and then moving back in. Starting with a gentle pace rather than begin plowing her with full force. No he wanted her to enjoy this and he wanted to enjoy it too.
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Post by Megara Paranell on May 31, 2016 18:49:01 GMT
Megara blinked in surprise when John kissed her on the cheek, and looked up at him with a reddening blush on her face. At his question she hesitated only a moment longer before she nodded. She shivered as he nuzzled her ear with his nose, the sound of his breathing comforting her. His lips landed on hers again, and she eagerly responded her heart nearly pounding as he helped her guide his member inside her. The sensation was strange and quite painful, she let out a little whimper of pain. Her eyes filled with tears, but she didn't cry out as she didn't want him to stop. Something tore and she could feel blood run down her thigh, that had to have been her virginal wall. A shaky cry left her as she clung to John with a white-knuckled grip. He was trying to be gentle and Meg was silently grateful for it, she didn't want him to stop altogether. She had of course known that this would be painful, but to John's credit he was making it less so.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on May 31, 2016 19:43:21 GMT
John could taste the salt on her lips soon enough. Separating from the kiss he saw the tears in her eyes. He brought his hand to wipe her cheek. "Are you okay?" He asked her. He doubted there were many men in the world who liked to see a woman cry when they were having sex. And he didn't either. Because he felt like he was doing something wrong in that case. John slowed down slightly.
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