“Everyone tells me how beautiful I am,” Amy sobbed into her hands, “but no one shows me how beautiful I am.”
Now knowing how to answer, Tom shifted his weight from one foot to the next nervously, his body swaying.
“Amy, you are very beautiful,” Tom stammered, “very beautiful, but how do I show you.”
Amy looked up at him, the tears still dripping down her cheeks.
“It’s not you, it’s me, I’m eighteen years old and no one so much as wants to kiss me,” Amy answered, a sullen look on her face. “No one wants to hold my hand even. Look at me now, crying, my makeup is a mess, and my clothes are all wrinkled.”
“You’re a mess,” Tom laughed, “but a beautiful mess.”
Amy fell forward into Tom’s chest and let his arms engulf her.
“Oh Tommy,” she moaned, muffled against his shirt, “you are so good to me.”
She felt Tommy’s embrace tighten around her, his strong hands gently massaging her back. All of the stresses of the day seemed to be lifting off of her shoulders.
She turned her head sideways and let it rest against his chest, enjoying the soothing pressure of his hands against her back.
“You can do that forever Tommy,” she looked up at him, “it feels so good.”
She looked up at his face, and slowly lifted to her tiptoes, and closing her eyes gently pressed her lips to his.
Tom’s body instantly stiffened against Amy, his once gentle hands gripping into her back tightly.
“I’m sorry,” Amy backed away, “I don’t know what came over me.”
Tom loosened his grasp.
“Amy, I mean, Amy,” Tom stammered, “what was that all about?”
“I don’t know, like I said I don’t know what came over me,” Amy cuddled back into Tom’s chest. “But you were holding me awfully tight, and I could tell you liked it too.”
Amy coyly bit her lip and nodded her chin downward. She could feel him bulge against her abdomen, his face red from blushing.
“Amy, I mean, it’s not what you think,” Tom looked away, pushing her off of his chest. “Stop this.”
“You know it feels good. You know you like it,” Amy reached her hands out to his chest, and began massaging it through his shirt. “You’ve always said that you thought I was pretty, that any man would be şişli bayan escort lucky to have me.”
Amy wrapped her arms around Tom’s neck, her face looking up into his. She pressed her lips against his neck, as he turned his head to look away.
“Amy, stop, please.” Tom protested, vainly pressing her off of him.
Amy felt her body quivering as she ran her tongue gently over the lines of his neck. His taste began to fill her.
“Why are you doing this?” Tom moaned, obviously enjoying himself but still pushing himself away, “Amy please stop.”
Amy continued and she worked her hands underneath her shirt. Her gentle licks became kisses. She could feel his pants throbbing against her belly, reinforcing her commitment.
“Oh Tom,” she paused, “I need someone to love me, to really love me.”
Amy forced a sad look on her face and looked into his eyes.
“I need someone to love me, and I know you love me.”
She could see that it was working, that he was crumbling.
“You do love me don’t you?” She looked up at him and gently rubbed his arm, “because I love you.”
Tom bit his lip and nodded yes hesitantly.
Amy moved closer. Her body felt electric, she could feel all over her nerve endings from the top of her head to her toes.
She reached her arms around his neck pulling her body up until their lips met.
“Amy, what are we doing,” Tommy moaned, as their lips engulfed one another.
Their tongues gently explored each other’s mouths. Amy tilted her head back and ran her fingers across the nape of Tom’s neck. The held their kiss for what felt like an eternity, their arms exploring each other.
“Amy, this isn’t right, we can’t do anymore,” Tom finally pulled away and raising his hands behind his neck, gently pulled Amy’s arms from around him.
Amy looked into his eyes to see how determined he was to stop. She could see the doubt creeping through his face. The agony of Tom’s desire fighting was fighting his instinct to say no. She could sense it.
“Tommy, I think you’re beautiful and smart and funny, why wouldn’t I want to be with someone like that? Like you?” Amy slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him and began to şişli escort unbuckle his pants.
Tom started to talk, but quickly bit his lip as Amy’s hand gently grasped his cock.
“Oh Tommy, I love you,” she looked up into his eyes just as she parted her lips to take him inside of her mouth.
She felt him expanding inside of her. How she had dreamt of this day, of feeling him inside of her, of tasting him, smelling him. She wanted him so badly for so long and now she was finally achieving her goal. Her body was electric. She could feel each hair as it stood on end.
She focused on him, on his pleasure like she had never done for anyone before. His taste was so exquisite and silky against her tongue. She began moving her head back and forth, slowly after first.
She looked up at him, his face looked to be in half agony, half ecstasy. She felt so powerful, so in control of him. She made his face look like that. She was making him lose control.
She sped up, his mouth moving over him faster and faster. She could feel him spasm in her mouth, his juices occasionally coating her tongue.
Finally she slowed down.
“Is it okay if I take my shirt off?” She looked up at Tom for his approval. Slowly she unbuttoned each button of her blouse and gently dropped the shirt to her arms. She saw him stare as her nipples almost immediately firmed in the cool air.
“You like them?” She looked up at him and slowly stood up, making sure that her breasts gently rubbed against his each side of his throbbing cock.
“Do you want to touch them?” She looked at him coyly, then gently put her hands into his and pulled them up to her chest.
She felt like fainting as his hands firmly surrounded so strongly that her body felt like collapsing into his arms, letting him scoop her up and do whatever he wanted.
She moaned softly as his hands finally relaxed and explored farther and farther across her body, until finally, once again their lips met in a long embrace.
“Oh Tommy,” Amy looked into his eyes, “I love you.”
Tommy looked away without answering. Deep in her heart Amy knew that he wanted this as much as she wanted it, it would only take a little time.
“I mecidiyeköy escort need to feel you inside of me, I need to feel next to you, close to you,” Amy continued. “Please Tommy.”
She slowly removed her pants. Tommy continued to look away, but remained so close to her that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“Give me your hand,” Amy held her hand out for him and then, with her fingers interlocked with his, pulled it between her legs.
She felt his fingers explore her, her legs opening wider and wider.
“Oh Tommy,” she bit her lip and moaned, “I need you.”
She lowered herself to the floor and, still holding Tom’s hand, pulled him on top of her.
“Please Tommy,” she looked into his eyes and begged, “Please.”
She could feel him so close to her, the heat from his cock burning against her thigh. She reached her lips to his and kissed it softly.
Finally she felt him moving higher and higher up her body, his hands exploring her breasts while the tip of his cock gently parted her folds of moist flesh.
Amy arched her back and let out a moan as his cock entered her agonizingly slowly.
She looked up into Tom’s eyes. He was so beautiful, so perfect.
“Oh Tommy, you feel so good,” she moaned repeatedly as he thrust himself gently in and out of her.
She felt her hips moving involuntarily to meet each of his thrust, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
“You are my first,” she whispered into his ear as she felt her body quivering against his.
“Oh my god,” Tom started tried to quickly pull himself from between Amy’s legs, “I’m going to come.”
Amy quickly twisted her legs over his buttocks and pressed her mouth hard against his.
“Come inside of me,” she moaned, “then pressed her hips as hard as she could against him.
She felt his body convulse on top of her, his grunting and violent thrusting throwing her into the throes of her own orgasm.
She could feel his juices spilling side of her, making his thrusts slide in and out faster and faster, until he finally collapsed on top of her.
They lay together on the floor, locked in each other’s arms for what seemed like an eternity, the afterglow of their sex evident on both of their faces.
Amy looked up and smiled at Tom.
“I am so glad that my first time was with you,” she cooed. “Who could I love more than my brother?”
Tom looked away, his hands continuing to caress her.