She's not the kind of girl who does crazy things. She rebelled when she turned 18 and got her tongue pierced and one tattoo of a bull on her shoulder, but she never felt the need to be wild and reckless. She didn't have many boyfriends in high school because she was too focused on her writing to deal with teenage hormones. She had dreams she needed to fulfill before she would get sexually involved with a man... and she was about to check one of her last ones off the list.
She scraped and saved until she finally had enough money to go to England for the summer. Her ultimate goal is to move there, but for now a summer would have to do. When she arrived at the Heathrow airport, she was a bit overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the people, but she soon acclimated and, with the help of some of the local men, got a cab and proceeded to her hotel.
She tried to take in as much of the scenery as she could, but there was just too much to look at now. She decided she would spend a couple of days acclimating to the time change and go from there. While she was resting up and getting herself on London time, she watched the locals from her balcony and tried to pick up on some of the lingo, which was proving to be a difficult task because of their beautiful accents. She had a whole summer to pick up on their wording, right now she just sat back, watching and listening.
She decided to try her luck with the outside world. She felt rested and confident and couldn't wait to get a taste of London life. As she walked down the street she couldn't help but feel at home, even though she had no idea where she was going. Her vibrant, red hair and pale skin didn't make her feel like she stood out like she does in California. No, here she felt she wasn't being judged for not having bleach, blonde hair and a tan that made you look like a piece of jerky. She, for once, felt she belonged. She walked further down the road and was greeted by many people. They were friendly and many were happy to help her find a place she felt she could sit and observe.
Her normal drink of choice was a cup of coffee, but she chose to get a hot cup of tea instead. She sat down at a small table outside of the cafe, sipped her tea, then reached into her bag and pulled out her pen and paper. She tried so hard to pay attention to what everyone was saying around her, but she was so overwhelmed by their accents she forgot to actually listen. She loved the way they enunciated their words. Everything they said sounded so romantic and exotic. She was in her own little heaven. Suddenly she was snapped back to reality when a young man tripped over her bag that was on the ground next to her.
“Oh, I am so sorry!” She exclaimed, blushing with embarrassment. “Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have put my bag there!”
“It's okay, it's okay, promise, I should've watched where I stepped. Did I break anythin'?” He gave her a warm smile as she looked through her bag.
“One of my good pens busted, but nothing else that I can see.” She looked up and met his gaze. He had beautiful, dark blue eyes that looked at her with such softness and genuine care. After a long moment she finally broke eye contact and looked away, again feeling the blush of embarrassment return to her face.
“I'm sorry, lemme at least buy you another cup of charlie for bustin' your good pen” He flashed another warm smile.
“You don't have to do that, it was my fault for having my bag there in the fir---Wait, a cup of what?” She gave him an utterly puzzled look.
“A cup of charlie.” He laughed until he saw her face. “Oh, a cup of tea, love. Can a buy you another cup of tea?” All she could do was nod. Her heart skipped a sudden beat when he said 'love'. She knew it was a common term, like how her fellow Californians said 'dude', but still she couldn't help but melt at the way it sounded coming from his lips. She quickly gathered her thoughts and waited for him to return with another 'cup of charlie' for her.
He came back outside with two cups and she was very happy to see that second one.
“May I sit?” She nodded her head and pushed the empty chair out for him to take. He handed her the new cup and took his seat. “So, you're obviously not from here. What brings you to London?”
“Oh me, uh... I'm...writing, er a... writer. Yes, I'm a writer and I wanted to submerse myself into different cultures and I've always wanted to come see London, so here I am.” She gave him a smile that said she felt rather awkward, yet it was confident at the same time. He smiled and nodded.
“Very nice, well welcome to England!” He gestured his hand towards the surrounding building and gave her another heart melting smile. “How long will ya be here for?”
“For now, the summer, but I eventually plan on living here.”
“Well, that's great! Would you like a tour? I'd love to show ya 'round.” Again he gave her that beautiful smile and he looked at her with those eyes that made it impossible to resist, not that she wanted to.
“I'd love for you to show me around.” They finished their tea, she packed her pen and paper, and let him lead her down the streets of London. They talked and laughed and got to know one another. She listened to him as he told her the history and stories he knew, just hearing him speak was enough to make her want to do all kinds of things she probably shouldn't.
“So, me and my pals are goin' to a pub this evening. It'd be great if I had you on my arm when I walked in. What do you say, love, will ya join me?”
“Absolutely!” She was overcome with excitement to say much else. This was turning out much better than she could ever have dreamed. “I'd like to make a quick stop at my hotel so I can change and freshen up a bit, if you don't mind.”
“Sure thing.” She told him the name of her hotel and he escorted her there. They went up to her room and she started going through her bags to find a nice outfit for the upcoming evening. As she stepped into the bathroom to freshen up and do her hair and makeup, she couldn't help but feel a little giddy for she has never had a male in her room that was waiting for her. She fussed with her hair trying to tame it but it just wouldn't obey, so rather than make this gorgeous, British boy wait the whole night, she threw it up in a ponytail and called it good. As she applied the last bit of her makeup, she realized her handsome, British hunk was standing in the doorway.
“Oh,” she said a little startled “how long have you been standing there?”
“Only a few minutes now. It's interestin' watchin' you women fuss with yourselves.” He gave her that insanely beautiful smile and she returned the gesture.
He took her arm in his and they made their way to the pub. They got the attention of his friends as soon as they walked in, they weren't expecting him to have company. He introduced her and they all shared stories and drank well into the night. She was starting to let go of her inhibitions and allowed herself to stare at her handsome company. She watched his lips as he spoke and wondered how they would feel to kiss. She was beginning to fantasize about putting her tongue ring to use. The night began to come to a close and she was far too drunk to get to her hotel by herself. He wasn't any more sober than she, but collectively she felt confident they could at least go back to her hotel room.
After much giggling and stumbling they made their way to her room and stepped inside. Without any thought, she stripped down to her underwear in front of him and he averted his gaze, but not before catching a glimpse of her. She put on a large t-shirt that looked more like a dress on her and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to her inviting him to sit down. He complied. She laid back and recounted all the stories she heard and the fun they had earlier. She didn't want it to end. As she was talking and laughing, he laid next to her, propping himself up on his elbow, and just listened. She turned to him and saw he was watching her. She stared back at him, watching his eyes as they looked over her body. She began to feel a surge of excitement. She sat up and her face came so close to his they nearly touched. She wanted to kiss him, but stopped herself, not sure if it was the right move. He picked up where she left off, placed one hand behind her head then back to cradle her face as he pulled her in. Their lips met and she felt an intense spark, their heated breath mingled and they could feel each other's wanting. Slowly he slid his tongue in her mouth and she curled hers around his so he could feel her piercing. She pressed into him until he fell back on the bed and she climbed on top of him, rolling her hips, and gripping his arms. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling her as close to him as he possibly could. He ran his hands down her back, over her ass and rested them on her legs, feeling them flex and work as she danced on him. She stopped kissing his lips and kissed his cheek and neck before she faced him.
“We should stop here, we're both drunk and that's not how I want to remember my first time.” She didn't want to stop, she loved the way he touched her. She needed more.
“I understand. You are beautiful.” he took a long moment to take all of her in. She climbed off and laid next to him. “Should I be going then?”
“I said we shouldn't go any further, I didn't say you should leave.” She smiled and snuggled closer to him.
“Let me get comfortable an’ I'll join you back in bed, ya?” He kissed her on the forehead and went into the bathroom. She pulled the covers down and situated herself in the bed, tossed her hair a little and tried to look as cute as she could for when he came back. He opened the door and stood there for a moment. She watched him as he made his way into the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers. He was tall and thin and felt so good as he came in close to her, wrapping his arms around her body, pulling her so close and giving her a little squeeze. She melted in his arms as she slowly drifted to sleep. The last thing she felt was his fingers in her hair, his lips on her neck, and the steady, rhythmic beating of his heart.
The weeks passed and the two were inseparable. Nearly every night he was at her hotel, or she was at his place. Never once did they go further than kissing, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could wait. Another day came to a close and they made their way back to her hotel to watch some movie she never heard of. They were laying in bed, cuddling as they usually do, his hand on her head smoothing her hair, when she decided she couldn't hold back anymore. Very casually she positioned herself so she could let her hand fall on his thigh. She heard him take a strong inhale, but nothing else so she decided to move her hand up a little bit more. Her heart started pounding and her hands trembled slightly as she let her curiosity drive her. He put his hand on her waist, letting his fingers slip under shirt, feeling her soft skin. She rolled to face him and gently pressed her hand on his throbbing member and he slowly made his way up her shirt. He reached the bottom of her bra and paused for a moment, waiting for her to either stop him or give him the “OK”, she placed a hand on his and moved it up and under her bra, letting him feel her. She gently massaged his cock through his pants as he cupped and squeezed her breast. She started shaking with anticipation and excitement.
“Are you okay, darlin'? You're shakin'.” He stopped what he was doing to look at her.
“I'm fine. I'm just excited...and maybe a little nervous. I've never done this before.” She waited for him to stop everything and walk away, but all he did was lean in and kiss her with such tenderness and passion.
“We don' have to do anythin' you don' want to. I'll treat you right, promise.” she wrapped her arms around him, pressing into him as firmly as she could and rolled her hips in a rhythmic motion. He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, bringing her face down to kiss him. She continued to move her hips and as she did she started getting very excited, and very wet. She sat up, removed her shirt and her bra, then waited for him to touch her. He placed his hands on her hips and just felt her move and watched her body work then he slid his hands up her sides until he reached her breasts. He sat up and she wrapped her legs around behind him, he caressed every inch of skin he could touch and she kept as close to him as possible. He bent his head down and kissed her breasts, kissing and licking her nipples while she ran her fingers through his hair. She started to moan softly, overcome by the sensation, then lightly dug her nails into his back. At this, he pressed his groin as firmly as he could against her.
She took off his shirt and gently pushed him down on the bed, kissing his chest. As she kissed him she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down while she continued to move down his body. She was a bit stunned when she saw his thick, throbbing cock, but she didn't hesitate to give her best at pleasuring him. She slowly put her small mouth over his cock, licking his tip with her tongue, making sure he felt her tongue ring to the fullest of her ability. She slid her mouth up and down his cock, stroking him with one hand and cradling his balls in the other. He propped himself up on his elbow and gently grabbed her hair, letting out soft moans as he did. She quickened her pace and she felt him begin to twitch and shiver so she began to hum. She took in as much of him as she could and he gave her hair a little tug.
“Will you take my load, love?” She hummed and nodded in response and picked up the pace, licking and sucking him off. He gripped her hair a little harder and she could feel his cock throb even harder in her mouth then felt the warm sensation as he came. Eagerly she sucked and licked until he was finished, swallowed, then gracefully stood up, bare breasted and beautiful, and walked into the bathroom to clean her mouth. He gave her a few minutes to herself then made his way to the door. He peeked inside and saw she was just finishing up so he took his chance, stepped in and spun her to face him. She was so startled she was completely swept up before she knew what was happening. He grabbed her by the ass, lifted her, then carried her back over to the bed where he carefully laid her down, laid over her to kiss her deeply then lifted off her to undo her pants. He struggled a little getting her tight jeans over her round, firm ass, but soon he had her naked in front of him. He came back up kissing her again and placed his hand on her thigh. He looked deep into her eyes and she looked back, eager and waiting for him to continue.
She squirmed a little underneath him and relaxed her legs, letting him know she was ready for whatever he was about to do. Slowly he moved his hand up her thigh until he could just touch the outer edge of her warm pussy. With one finger he moved in to feel how wet she was. She drew in a sharp breath, amazed at how good this little touch felt. He worked his finger back and forth, massaging her clit each time before moving back down. She started to moan a little louder and he leaned in and kissed her as he moved his finger inside her. Immediately her back arched and he pushed deeper inside, twisting and wiggling his finger, being careful as he did it. He continued to kiss her as he moved his finger in and out of her and gently put a second inside her. With this she let out a little squeal and gripped his arm. She kissed him more passionately than ever before and gently nibbled his lower lip. He broke away from her kiss and moved down, pulling out his fingers and using his tongue on her instead. He licked her in long strokes, taking special care when he was at her clit, licking and lightly sucking it, then slowly moved his fingers back inside her. He moved the other hand to caress her thigh as he continued to pleasure her, feeling her body writhe and squirm as she tried to stifle her moans. She ran her fingers through his hair as she neared her climax, reaching for a pillow to quiet the scream of ecstasy she knew was about to escape. She groped around, but soon gave up, she was at the edge and was about to jump off. With one last flick on her clit and a push inside of her, she let out a scream as she gripped the sheets and flexed her legs. He buried his face to her and licked every last bit of her while she moaned and arched beneath him.
When he came away from her, she pulled him and and kissed him, firmly holding him to her, and thanking him in quick, breathy whispers. She pulled him on top of her as she laid back on the bed.
“I want to experience all of you.” she whispered, staring into his eyes. He kissed her lips then her neck and slowly brought his cock to her. Slowly and gently he pressed to her, being careful not to hurt her. She drew in sharp, short breaths and winced, burying her face into his shoulder, gently beginning to bite him. He paused a few times as he slowly pushed into her tight, virgin pussy. Every time he paused she gave him reassurance to keep going. Finally he was able to push all the way inside her, she gripped his biceps, arched her back, and took in a sharp breath. He moaned softly in her ear as he gently pulled out and pushed back in, gripping her skin, placing one hand on her breast and one at her throat. She wrapped her legs around him tighter and squeezed his waist as he pushed back in her. She kissed his shoulder and cheek and he faced her and pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue in her mouth as he pulled in and out, each time going a little faster. She began moaning so loud, she tried to grab a pillow to quiet herself, but was too overwhelmed with pleasure to continue the search. He kissed with such tenderness and passion, it made her head spin. The pain was quickly subsiding and pleasure was taking over, she felt like she was about to explode. She quivered and bucked beneath him and he was firmer in his thrusts letting out soft moans and grunts as he did. She started to lose her control and screamed out his name and he moaned hers as well. She squeezed her legs tighter around him, he pushed as far into her as he could and together they quivered as they both came. He let his body relax onto hers as he kept his throbbing, heated cock inside her own throbbing pussy. Her legs continued to shake as she felt him throbbing, and it excited her all over again.
She ran her hands down the length of his back, feeling his smooth skin, then gently dug her nails into his flesh. With this he drew in a quick breath and started kissing her neck. Without pulling out of her, he rolled over until she was on top of him.
“You feel like you're ready for another round...?” he said in a questioning tone.
“Only if you are, darling.” she gave him a wink and wiggled her hips. He threw his head back and moaned being as he was still sensitive from their previous endeavor. She placed her hands on his chest and moved her hips more, gripping onto him and she felt his penis twitch inside her. She began to slowly push herself up with her knees, then sit back down on him, feeling every inch of him as he went back inside. As she picked up the pace he began to push into her, following her rhythm. Faster they went, she grabbed the back of her own hair leaving him to reach up to her breasts, both of them moaning in continuous ecstasy. He thrust harder and harder until they, once again, came with each other. She bent down and rested her head on his chest, kissing her while she caught her breath.
“I think now would be a good time for us to clean up, don't you?” She asked.
“Ay, it is.” Slowly she dismounted, gasping as she did and he let out a soft grunt himself. Stumbling nearly the entire way, she finally reached the bathroom where she turned on the shower. He laid back on the bed for a moment, then she peeked her head around the door.
“Well, are you coming or what?” He started to smile before he looked up at her, the thought of her naked and dripping wet pleased him very much. He sat up, quickly got of the bed and joined her in the shower. As he stepped in he saw she was under the shower head, running her fingers through her hair and the water dripping down her pale, lengthy body. He stepped up to her and joined her under the water, kissing her as the warm liquid covered them both. They lathered each other up with soap and shampoo, not missing an inch of flesh on one another, then together they rinsed off.
He stepped out of the shower first and fetched their towels. He wrapped his around his waist and as she stepped out, he wrapped her in her towel. They dried off as best as they could and went back to the bed. Taking off the thick top blanket they had broken in, they proceeded under the rest of the covers and held each other. With their legs intertwined and his arms securely around her, she felt at peace. She curled her fingers in his hand and with the help of his steady beating heart and warm breath on her skin, she was lulled to sleep.
He watched her as she slept and studied her face. She looked so peaceful. He kissed her shoulder, neck then her cheek and saw a smile go across her face. He smiled back and laid his head down, listening her steady breathing, feeling her smooth skin against his and soon joined her in peaceful slumber.