1. Rachael's Year


    Date: 9/15/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Black, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Female solo, First Time, Hardcore, Interracial, Male / Female Teens, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Teen Female Solo, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    Ronnie and ride him again to orgasm. Another thirty minutes of clit-rubbing fun, the 18 year old passed out, sleeping like a baby. Chapter 9 Rachael stood in her front of her mirror once again admiring the beautiful black dress Ronnie had gotten her for her birthday. He would arrive any minute to pick her up. She wasn’t sure if this was a date or just two friends going out for dinner. She tried not to ponder it so much as the thought of a date made her nervous. She heard the doorbell ring, did one final adjustment of her eye shadow, and headed to the living room. Rachael arrived to see Ronnie chatting with her mother. Her mouth almost dropped when she saw him. He was wearing a black blazer on top of a white turtle neck, black slacks, and black dress shoes. Not only did he look amazing, but he smelled amazing too. His manly cologne permeated throughout the room. She quickly glanced at him and smiled, only to look away, slightly blushing. “Ronnie it’s so nice of you to take her out for her birthday,” Rachael’s mother said, taking a sip of her wine. “My pleasure, Nikki. What time would you like her home?” Ronnie asked. “Oh you two stay out late, enjoy yourselves. I trust you not to let anything happen to her. I’ll probably head to bed soon anyway,” Nikki said, taking another sip. “Ok great. Rachael? You ready?” Ronnie asked. She smiled weakly and nodded. Ronnie extended his arm for Rachael to take. She held on to his massive bicep as he escorted her to his truck. “You look ...
    amazing in that dress, Rachael. I knew you would,” Ronnie said, opening the passenger side door for her. “Thank you,” Rachael blushed. They made small talk on the way to the restaurant, but something was different still. Rachael again noticed Ronnie’s change in tone. He wasn’t as upbeat or jovial. He was funny and friendly as usual, but he seemed calmer and less silly. It didn’t bother her; she just thought it was interesting. When they arrived at the restaurant, Ronnie got out first and opened her door for her again. She took his arm and he led her inside where their table was waiting. Rachael noticed a jazz band was playing some soft jazz in the corner. She felt odd and out of place. She felt older, like she was a 28 year old, not an 18 year old high school student. The feeling was slightly unsettling. Ronnie pulled out her chair, took her hand, and gently assisted her to sitting position. He ordered some wine for himself, water for Rachael. As they sat and talked, the uneasy feeling increased. Ronnie must’ve detected this and spoke up. “Are you feeling ok, Rachael?” “Yeah, just,” she paused, “is this a date?” “It certainly feels like one to me. Is that a problem?” Ronnie asked, reaching across the table, placing a huge black hand on her small, dainty, white one. “Well, no, it’s fine. I just,” she paused again to collect her thoughts. “I want you to relax, Rachael. We’re two adults enjoying a dinner and each other’s company. Would you agree?” Ronnie asked. Rachael simply nodded ...
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