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The Appointment *Part 4*
Date: 1/30/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: prettygirl36, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories
trying to convince me. "But my parents. Your parents." "Are a bunch of assholes." I look at him. He lowers his head. "I'm sorry. Look I'm just upset that they couldn't get past this. So what was the big deal? We were curious. Nothing wrong with that." "I guess so." Another awkward pause. Complete silence except for the sound of the ocean waves and the sound of faint music playing in the background. My ears perk up as the lyrics of Hysteria by Def Leppard play. "Good song." He says to me. "It is." I say agreeing. He inches closer, but I don't notice. "I never stopped thinking about you." I try to answer and his mouth inches towards me. Our lips touch and he presses them against mine. Last time he did that I didn't feel anything. This time was different. I could feel a weird feeling from my legs go up my stomach and to my heart. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. We continue to kiss as he lowers me on the sand. I feel the strap of my dress fall off. He lowers the other one and slowly takes pulls it down. His hands and mouth are all over me. I moan inviting his touch. I wanted more. I wanted him inside. I wanted him to.... What was I saying? I didn't want this. I wasn't ready for it, but I was. I knew what I wanted. I don't notice as my panties are pulled down my legs. I reach over and desperately try to undo his jeans. My fingers fumble miserably. He smiles and helps me. They come off. I stare at the bulge in his pants. This was it. It was going to happen. Tonight ... on the beach, and on my sixteenth birthday. He lies on top of me and his lips are back on mine. I try to reach for his boxers and tug them down. My hand touches something alien to me and I jerk it away. He starts to laugh. "I'm sorry." I tell him. "You don't have to apologize." We continue to kiss again, and I can feel him against me. He was ready and I was too. I think I was. He was inches away. It was finally happening. Then I hear it. My mom. She is calling for me. "Oh shit." He jumps off of me and pulls up his boxers. He grabs his pants and runs off. "I'm so sorry!" He yells back. I sit there in shock. I realize my dress is half way down to my torso and hurry to fix myself. I don't even realize my panties are lying beside me on the sand. I sit there and fold my legs up to my chest. The material of my dress drapes over them and I begin to sob. I hear my mom call my name again. She comes over to me. I hurry and grab the panties and hold them tightly in my hand. She sits next to me. "Honey, what's wrong?" I continue to sob not answering. What could I tell her? She would be furious with me. I gain my composure and make up some bullshit praying that she will believe me. "I, uh. I just needed some down time. A lot is happening before my eyes." "I know, but there is nothing to be sad about." "I don't want to grow up." I begin to sob again. She holds me. "Is that all? Oh, honey I know how you feel. Believe me as you get older it won't bother you as much." I look at her. "Trust me. ...