It had been in my sister’s kitchen, aside from nephew’s first birthday presents, in front of the orchids her brother purchased the prior week, that I first felt her electricity.

I have a close family so for me it felt like crossing a line. But, it is a line that I would cross dozen days again. It’s a lineup that I am still crossing to the day. We were both spending some time in my sister’s house on reprieve in our complicated and stressful personal lives. Aida has been 22 and fighting with post-college life. Her dad was away in Jacksonville and she also missed her brother and nephew so decided to devote time in the home. A way of leaning back. I was 25 and had only ended a destructive two year old relationship.

We’d flirted at seconds before, but I mostly dismissed. She had been younger, less seasoned and emotionally a lot of classes behind. It felt wrong. It felt like a line.

Then I crossed this.

Hyper-sexual was a method of describing us as humans. Aida was bliss. It. Every curve onto her body was soft and supple. However, she cut sharp. This energy is real. You can not ignore it. Her heritage threatened most, as it appeared too effortless, too innate. At a culture absorbed with conforming she stood tall basking in her attractiveness; completely unafraid of it.

When she explained she had 11 piercings. No shift in tone, unafraid. Whispered enjoy a secret she couldn’t keep to herself any more. We’re on our way around night, dedicated to escaping my sister’s area for a day.

I asked her. She raised her left ear, “Four” She turned her head “Three ” She lifted her soft white tee shirt and then dangled the jewelry on her belly button piercing, “Number eight” She paused, but didn’t break her gaze.

I had been so tough. Full, like I was edging for days. But, I had not. I only wished to understand. So I asked, “Along with the other three?”

She giggled. “Lock, I can not.” After a few minutes of unbroken eye contact she grabbed my right hand and rubbed it over her left areola leading me to her buttocks “Nine.”

I opened my hands and grasped her entire breast, then leaned in and kissed her. She had been bliss. However, I was in love.

I took her to beverages at a tequila bar near my place. They’ve mezcal which will change your life. The sort of place you can explore through preference for hours. We ordered two drinks and sat. She told me how much regret she felt for no longer being in love with her ex. Her telephone rang. She looked at the caller ID and wrapped her eyes. She raised up her phone and showed me that her ex calling. She sent him to voicemail. I’ve up a shot us another around. I turned about to bring our drinks back to the desk. However, she was not there. I looked left, then right to see that she was seated on the adjacent sofa. She smiled knowingly. The possible disappointment of her departing was clearly real. She had me. I used ton’t care. I handed her a new drink and sat down to her.

She corrected her body to face me leaned in and as she sipped her drink she stated, “You make me nervous.” She smiled.

I looked again and asked her why this was. I asked her when she thought that I “had her number.”

She took my hands and placed it under her nipple. I sensed her tight wing shaped nipple piercing onto her breast. “Nearly…” as she giggled she explained, “One more to go.”

We eventually got back to my location. We consented to sleep in the exact same bed for comfort. I gave her a tee-shirt from summer league a few years back. Something which has been long so that she felt comfortable. The shirt was sleeveless. I believed she’d feel comfortable so long as she had bottoms along with a bra underneath. She decided to wear neither.

We laid down together. It took us a minute to settle and become cozy. We were balancing a palpable sexual tension using an unwillingness to formally cross a line because of the complications of our intimate connection. Finally we got settled, we moved out of our backs to our sides and I rested my arm over the front of her body and around her back. Some time passed. I am unsure how much precisely. In-between consciousness and REM sleep we began grinding against one another. Her lips were naturally spread from the weight of my dick. But, she escalated past that and had slowly and intentionally spread the lips of her pussy wider. In and out of awareness, for a minute I felt the burden of my bundle engulfed by the open, damp, hot lips of her pussy. She had me. And I gradually awoke.

I didn’t have a condom on, but I did not care. We started to attach. As I opened her wider I felt each heartbeat. She was different. She had been just new. We shared an instant rhythm and not a beat transferred out of place.

Her very first orgasm happened before we changed positions. Her left breast at my left hand; her proper hand grasping her throat; I recall watching the veins on the bottom of my dick throb moving down the lips of her pussy peeking out and then back with each contraction as she arrived. The inches which had not yet entered were now drenched from the cream of her pussy.

She looked back at me almost offended. However that obstinate sin was a glare which I had not seen before.

She moved to my crotch, but I stopped her. It had been too swift. It felt like she was moving there because she felt like she had been supposed to. I only wanted her there when she felt like she had to. I didn’t site need her to move till she felt an unquenched desire to taste herself on me. I lifted her chin and then we left out. I have lost in the smell of her. My nose nuzzled at the back of her throat I felt a trickle in my thigh. She moved down swiftly and deliberately with a thirst which left no doubt as to her own motivation. She licked every drop off of me. Before consuming, she reunite up to me as she could fit inside her throat.

She moved back from the bed post, dipped her buttocks and spread her thighs open wide. I scooped her body and slowly entered her till she squeezed my hands to prevent. I gradually thrusted in and out; subtly extending the depth until I felt my balls moist and dripping with all the lotion out of her pussy. She was squirting, however it was more like lava compared to a series of plain water. I escalated my strokes until I was completely inside of her. I lifted her body so that her ass was resting in my pelvis and I thrusted lower until she became familiar with the thickness and then quicker. She began to pant. I unloaded inside.

I didn’t inform her that I fell in love that night.