Being alone with him, I felt my pussy already drenched. I didn’t know what it was but when I got around certain men it was like I lost the ability think rationally. I didn’t mean to, it just happened sometimes. My body just took control and I couldn’t help myself. And I was ready to finally lose my virginity. We sat down on the couch together to watch the movie. It was the only piece of furniture in his living room, but it was nice. Leather, and expensive, I thought. If I’d been wearing panties they would have been drenched before the first scene was even over. Something about being next to him was driving me crazy. He was so muscular and it definitely didn’t help that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. I masturbated almost every day but at that moment it felt like I hadn’t come in months and I desperately needed to get off. I couldn’t believe this was happening. But it was, and there was nothing I was going to do to stop it. Carefully, so that he wouldn’t notice, I slipped my hand between my legs, glancing over at his handsome face to see if he was watching. He was engrossed in the movie so I continued. One finger moved up my soft thigh beneath my skirt, then slipped between my moist folds.
