I could feel the change in the air. The movie was over, and our glasses were empty. I was tucked

into Carl, cozy and warm. But now there was an undeniable spark. I shifted on the couch and looked at him,

a smile tugging at my lips. I wanted him, and I could tell he wanted me too. Thrill bubbled up in my chest. He curled a finger under my chin

and kissed me, and my mouth opened for his. I kept my lips on his as I moved into his lap.

I grinned against him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

As we kissed, we moaned quietly against each other. On my bus ride to Carl's apartment, I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to finally

fuck him. We hadn't had sex yet, but I was craving it. There was something about him that drew me to

him, the confidence and slight dominance that had me aching.

I had a feeling he was going to be amazing in bed,

and I couldn't wait to find out if I was right or not.

Carl pulled my shirt off over my head and moaned when he saw my breasts. I had intentionally worn my skimpiest

braulet, and it clearly had the desired effect. He squeezed my breasts, my nipples hardening

through the thin material. I looked down as he pulled the brawlet aside and leaned forward

to suck my breasts into his mouth. It sent waves of pleasure right between my legs. My breath

caught in my throat. Should we go to the bedroom?

I stuttered and Carl chuckled.

I got up from his lap and he grabbed my hand.

We went to the bedroom where I noticed the mirror at the head of his bed.

I couldn't help but laugh. I know it's kind of ridiculous, said Carl, grinning as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscular frame.

But trust me, it's hot during sex. We took off our pants, and when I was just in my sheer

panties, I slid up onto the bed. Carl lowered himself down on top of me, kissing me as his hand

slid down my underwear. I had gotten a fresh wax, specifically for the

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