ClubSweethearts
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Taken from the free ebook: http://clubseventeen.com/ebook/Sweethearts2.pdf
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I see him standing there when I open the door. He hasn’t changed. Still those lovely blonde curls
and those beautiful bluee eyes. I must admit I think he is a hunk and I wonder what he thinks of me.
I have been standing in front of the mirror for ages, wanting to make a good impression. We haven’t
seen each other in more than three years. We were still kids when we were boy- and girlfriend and
hardly dared to kiss each other then. He was my first boyfriend and pecked me only once on the
cheek. I really got the giggles when I thought about it then! When it was over between us he visited
me often in my dreams.
I found him again with the help of FaceBook and now he is standing in front of my door. We’re both
very nervous and hardly dare to look the other in the face. When I hand him a photograph from the
good old days I sit down next to him. He pulls me closer to him and puts an arm around my shoulders.
We look at the picture together and I feel the moment is approaching that I am finally going to
kiss him for real.
We look at each other and our lips meet, very gently. A few hot kisses on my lips before we both
open our mouths and our tongues intertwine. Suddenly we stop. We begin to talk to each other and
when I ask him if my kiss was worth waiting for he answers the question with another kiss.
I confess I really have to try and control myself on that moment, otherwise I would be tearing his
clothes off his body and that is just not the way I am. But I do take him by the hand and ask him
to come with me to the bedroom. Suddenly he is right in front of me. I’m looking straight into his
bluee eyes and a shiver runs down my spine when one of his fingers slides along my cheek. He leans
forward and I can feel his lips gently touching mine. I open my mouth, longing for his tongue to play
a hot game with mine.
With his gaze aimed straight at me he begins to unbutton my blouse. I simply don’t know what to
do: A wonderful feeling envelopes my body. I know what is about to happen, or at least what I am
hoping for to happen and my pussy, hot and wet, is hoping for it too. Even my string bikini is get-
ting soaked but I notice I’m not the only one who is getting excited. He is standing close to me and
through the material of his pants I can feel his dick, impatiently waiting to be freed..
I open his shirt – there are a lot of buttons! – and become a little impatient.I still have my bra on.
He tells me how nice it feels to stand so close against me and he kisses me again, intimately, on my
warm lips. I want to undo my bra but I’m too impatient so he takes over and unclasps it.
“This is even better,” I say, pushing my breasts against him and rubbing my pierced nipple against
his. I can hear him moan softly and he pushes me away from him a bit. Apparently he is quite sensitive
there but I also notice down below that he can’t wait much longer. He unbuttons his trousers
while I hastily take mine off and lay down on the bed. He kisses me again when he bends down over
my body, wet and full of passion. I put my arm on his back and scratch the skin softly with my nails.
Then my hand carefully slides down towards his behind and I gently squeeze his delicious flesh.
I shove my hand into his boxer short while he finds his way into my string bikini bottom, removing
it in the most sensual way. When he has taken off his shorts I can finally reach his dick and slowly
I begin to jerk him off. In the mean time I enjoy his fingers, playing with my soaking wet pussy. I
don’t know what is happening to me. I long for him so much, I want to feel him inside me. I tell him
I want him. He looks at me when he shoves his dick into me. I moan with pleasure, enjoying every
move he makes.
Then he stops, turns me over and enters me again from behind, as if he knows I like it best that way.
He is about to come. It feels good, so good that I reach an orgasm at the same time as he does. Exhausted,
he kisses my brow and lowers his body on top of mine.
Together we lay down and enjoy the aftermath...
Talking for hours about the good old days, only taking
breaks to have some long, wonderful sex together.
We are completely in love with each other...
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Taken from the free ebook: http://clubseventeen.com/ebook/Sweethearts2.pdf
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I see him standing there when I open the door. He hasn’t changed. Still those lovely blonde curls
and those beautiful bluee eyes. I must admit I think he is a hunk and I wonder what he thinks of me.
I have been standing in front of the mirror for ages, wanting to make a good impression. We haven’t
seen each other in more than three years. We were still kids when we were boy- and girlfriend and
hardly dared to kiss each other then. He was my first boyfriend and pecked me only once on the
cheek. I really got the giggles when I thought about it then! When it was over between us he visited
me often in my dreams.
I found him again with the help of FaceBook and now he is standing in front of my door. We’re both
very nervous and hardly dare to look the other in the face. When I hand him a photograph from the
good old days I sit down next to him. He pulls me closer to him and puts an arm around my shoulders.
We look at the picture together and I feel the moment is approaching that I am finally going to
kiss him for real.
We look at each other and our lips meet, very gently. A few hot kisses on my lips before we both
open our mouths and our tongues intertwine. Suddenly we stop. We begin to talk to each other and
when I ask him if my kiss was worth waiting for he answers the question with another kiss.
I confess I really have to try and control myself on that moment, otherwise I would be tearing his
clothes off his body and that is just not the way I am. But I do take him by the hand and ask him
to come with me to the bedroom. Suddenly he is right in front of me. I’m looking straight into his
bluee eyes and a shiver runs down my spine when one of his fingers slides along my cheek. He leans
forward and I can feel his lips gently touching mine. I open my mouth, longing for his tongue to play
a hot game with mine.
With his gaze aimed straight at me he begins to unbutton my blouse. I simply don’t know what to
do: A wonderful feeling envelopes my body. I know what is about to happen, or at least what I am
hoping for to happen and my pussy, hot and wet, is hoping for it too. Even my string bikini is get-
ting soaked but I notice I’m not the only one who is getting excited. He is standing close to me and
through the material of his pants I can feel his dick, impatiently waiting to be freed..
I open his shirt – there are a lot of buttons! – and become a little impatient.I still have my bra on.
He tells me how nice it feels to stand so close against me and he kisses me again, intimately, on my
warm lips. I want to undo my bra but I’m too impatient so he takes over and unclasps it.
“This is even better,” I say, pushing my breasts against him and rubbing my pierced nipple against
his. I can hear him moan softly and he pushes me away from him a bit. Apparently he is quite sensitive
there but I also notice down below that he can’t wait much longer. He unbuttons his trousers
while I hastily take mine off and lay down on the bed. He kisses me again when he bends down over
my body, wet and full of passion. I put my arm on his back and scratch the skin softly with my nails.
Then my hand carefully slides down towards his behind and I gently squeeze his delicious flesh.
I shove my hand into his boxer short while he finds his way into my string bikini bottom, removing
it in the most sensual way. When he has taken off his shorts I can finally reach his dick and slowly
I begin to jerk him off. In the mean time I enjoy his fingers, playing with my soaking wet pussy. I
don’t know what is happening to me. I long for him so much, I want to feel him inside me. I tell him
I want him. He looks at me when he shoves his dick into me. I moan with pleasure, enjoying every
move he makes.
Then he stops, turns me over and enters me again from behind, as if he knows I like it best that way.
He is about to come. It feels good, so good that I reach an orgasm at the same time as he does. Exhausted,
he kisses my brow and lowers his body on top of mine.
Together we lay down and enjoy the aftermath...
Talking for hours about the good old days, only taking
breaks to have some long, wonderful sex together.
We are completely in love with each other...
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Taken from the free ebook: http://clubseventeen.com/ebook/Sweethearts2.pdf
