Less than a fortnight ago, I was lying in my bed and at four o'clock in the morning I got a text message from a girl I hadn't spoken too in about five years. Me and her had a something back then, it wasn't major, it was one kiss but from that text message I remembered everything I felt back then, so I spend the next ten nights texting her. It's casual, it's friendly, occasional question of "How's your love life?" the only question you really want to know the answer too. It's that feeling, it doesn't matter if tomorrow she's going to be chatting up some other guy, as of right now she likes me and I like her, we both know it but nobody says it. You begin to look forward to texting her and everytime she asks "Going out tomorrow?" You immediately think "Why? Do you want to come?" but you can't say that, it's against the rules. Now, for some reason, even though I havent seen her in five years or seen her since we started texing I'm crazy about her, and I know she thinks about me, if only for a second. You tell a mate and they ask "What do you like about this girl?" and I say "She's beautiful." that's the first thing, not "Her personality, her witt, her sense of humour" and that sums it all up. Is there anything wrong in that?

I was watching a film yesterday and a can't remember the exact line but it went something like "Why can't people just be upfront about it, say something like "I could feed you a line, I could tell you your beautiful but you know that because i'm talking to you, i've gotten dressed up to attract girls, you've gotten dressed up to attract guys and i'm attracted to you and it's for one thing, sex, I want to be with you.""

Five hours ago I was playing my guitar, thinking nothing sexual and I looked down to see a hard on. Everyone in the house was either asleep or out, so I got into bed, undressed and wanked over a fantasy about a married older woman moving in across the road, I was about to come and then stopped. I went downstairs, got my mobile phone and texted her, I said "When was the last time you masturbated?"

When you text someone, you check your phone every two seconds and it feels like forever even though you know they're going to text back. I didn't even check my phone once before she texted me back. "Why? When was the last time you did?"

So what do I text back? "I was, five minutes ago, but I didn't cum."

"Why not?" (It's funny, if it was casual, you ask random questions and say random things to fill up the text but when it's sex, you want it to be to the point but at the same time you don't want to seem as id you're interested in case it's all a big joke at your expense.)

"Because, I want you to make me cum. Look, for all you know this is a mate of mine or I might be drunk out of my head but I want you, do you want to meet up? we could get a room at the ***** *********?"

"How will I know if it is you who's texting?"

So, I phoned her "Do you want too?"

"Yes."

"I'll meet you at ******* in a half hour."

"...Okay...Bye..." She said.

I went into my bathroom and threw cold water over my head. Then, I made a mess of my bedroom by pulling out every piece of clothing I had. What do I wear? Nothing over the top; Black t-shirt, open denim shirt, buttom up jeans, black boxers, black or no socks, leather slip on shoes.

We met up and went to have a drink at a bar. We didn't say much, "Hello." "How are you?" "Do you want to do this?" "Yes."

When she looked at me I turned away and when I looked at her she did but that was followed by a slight touch of leg to leg, arm to arm and then we went up to the room. How does the fantasy go?

I put my hands on the sides of her face and looked into her eyes, and kissed her lips as I did the first time, some years ago.

She was nervous, so was I. "Shall we undress." She said, I think she just said that too say something and then regretted it, she was beautiful but shy. I took one step back and dropped my denim shirt and black t-shirt on the floor. She was wearing a black v-neck top, she slowly pulled it off, her legs were shaking, when she pulled it off, she got as close to me as she could because I don't think she wanted me too see her. I turned off the lights and we both undressed at our sides of the bed before going under the covers. We was lying, facing each other but apart, I stroked my hand down her side and as she moved slightly forward, her hand touched the head of my penis. I kissed her and she pressed the palm of her hand up against my rock hard cock. I moved one arm and one leg under her side and pulled her ontop of me, my cock rubbing against her pussy as our kisses got more passionate and more furious. I kissed every part of her body, she felt every part of mine apart from her pussy and my cock. I could feel her heart beating as I held her close. "I want you in me." She said, suprisingly confident, and then said shyly "If you want." I laughed, and slid down to the bottom of the bed, I kissed her wet pussy and she wrapped her legs around me as she stroked my hair with both her hands arching her back. I slid my arms under her back as the lamp at the side of the bed was turned on and off. I licked deep inside of her, licking the A, B, C's around her clit. I tasted every taste of her. She moaned innocently.

I slid back up the bed, and she escorted me out. She kneeled before me. She was sweet, a differen't person to who'd I seen, completely letting her guard down, "I havent done this before, I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to do it wrong."

And then she swallowed my cock, sliding her lips up and down my cock, licking and jerking me, wrapping her arms around my legs. "I'm cumming." She wanked my cock and opened her mouth as I came, swallowing every bit of my pearly white cum.

We layed in bed, her back to my front, as I felt her tits and fingered her pussy. "I want you to fuck me on that table." She turned on the lights, and walked on the tip of her toes as fast as she could to the table, she hopped on and opened her legs and lurred me with her finger. As I began to get out, she layed back pinching her nipples, and moaning. I walked over and held her legs on my shoulders as I hammered her pussy with my cock, she screamed silently. I held the back of the table, fucking her faster and harder wanting her more and more. Her tits bounced up and down, she pulled my lips towards hers, as I was about to cum, I stopped and Fingered her, and licked her and waited until she was ready "Now" she said, I stuck my cock in her and held her tightly, my head over her right shoulder, her head over my right shoulder as we scratched each others backs to hell. We held eachother, cumming and moaning, until our breathing calmed door, and we just held eachother, just to touch.

We fell asleep in the bed at about two o'clock and woke up at three, "I need to get back." She said, "But, my fantasy, I want you to rape me, fuck me up the ass, and cum in me." She locked her self in the bathroom, pretending to have a shower, I got dressed and kicked open the door breaking the lock, I grabbed her hair tightly, I hurt her but as I began to let go she punched. I threw her on the bed and wrestled with her getting hit and kicked until I got her face down lying above her, I un-buttoned my jeans and pulled out my cock and slammed her ass as she groaned in delight and pain, I filled her with my cum as her jaw spasmed.

I layed ontop of her for ten minutes puffing and panting before we went in the shower and washed eachother's bodies. Then we got dressed and left, I walked her home and kissed her goodnight.

I came home an hour ago and got a text message from her, She asked, "Was that a one time thing?"

No. It wasn't, I want her now and will want her tomorrow night. I'm sat here with a hard on, and when i've submitted this story, i'm going to get into my bed, take off all my clothes and wank off to her ontop of me, fucking me. I can't stop thinking about her.

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