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

    in agreement. Ronnie continued, “Good, I’m really glad you’re letting me take you out tonight. I’ve said this before but I think you’re a great girl – excuse me, woman.” Rachael slowly nodded. “He called me a woman. I guess technically I am, I mean, I’m 18 now. Whatever.” She thought to herself, Ronnie gently holding her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. Rachael sighed and glanced up at Ronnie, he was a watching the jazz band play. She looked down at her hand in his and smiled. “Just relax, he’s a great guy, it’ll be ok, it’ll be over soon and I’ll be home in my bed.” She told herself. They continued small talk all throughout dinner. It was pleasant enough, but Rachael still felt slightly uneasy. Ronnie asked her for a dance while they were waiting for dessert. They were going share a piece of chocolate cake. She was shocked to hear herself say yes. She never thought at 18 she’d be dancing on a date with a 43 year old black man. She couldn’t say no. She thought about how her mother was probably at home passed out on wine while she danced with Ronnie. Ronnie took her hand in his and she rested her other hand on his bicep – should couldn’t reach his shoulder. For someone who had never danced with anyone before, it came easily. They simply twirled slowly around in a circle. “Are you having fun, Rachael?” Ronnie asked. Rachael nodded her head. “Good,” Ronnie said as he looked down to her face, “remember just relax, we’re having fun, ok?” Rachael slowly nodded, peering up ...
    at Ronnie’s face towering above her. After the slow dance they headed back to their table where the cake was waiting for them. Ronnie and Rachael ate casually each taking small bites with their fork on opposite ends of the cake. Ronnie must not have been paying attention to how many bites were left because he stabbed the last one with his fork just as Rachael was about to. “Oh, I’m sorry. Here, you take it.” Ronnie said, bringing the fork to Rachael’s mouth. “Here.” Rachael looked into Ronnie’s eyes and he nodded his head. She slowly opened her mouth and Ronnie gently guided the fork and bite of cake into it. She closed her mouth around the fork, swirling her tongue around the piece of cake at the end. Ronnie smiled and slowly withdrew the fork from her mouth. She swallowed the cake as he watched her. The feeling of unease returned. She cleared her throat, looking around the room. What transpired felt sexual and Rachael felt uneasy about it because deep down she liked it. She liked feeling like an adult, like a woman, but needed to get used to these feelings. Ronnie escorted Rachael to the passenger side door again. “Well the night is young, it’s only 9pm, care to go somewhere else?” “Um, I don’t know, I can’t really think of anything.” Rachael replied. “Would like me to take you home?” Rachael thought about her mother still at the house, probably asleep, she thought about how she had nothing to do there and didn’t truly want to go home. At the same time, she was wary of her ...
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