Authors Note: I feel that I don't need to change the rating for this story
even after writing this chapter. This is Lizzie and Gordo's first time
together and I feel that they can make love without being graphic in the
details. I tried to put more emphasis on the act before the love making
rather than the time spent itself. I would greatly appreciate your comments
on this chapter. Don't worry, it is not the last.
Lizzie wrapped her smooth arms around my neck. The touch was unbelievable. I lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around me. I could feel the rough feeling of her jeans on my pants.
Lizzie pushed me hard onto my bed. The look on her face indicated that she wanted this just as much as I wanted. Maybe even more. She took of her thin pink camisole and threw it on the floor exposing her bear chest.
I took a thick gulp. I had been through this experience with Miranda many times, but with Lizzie, it felt like it was the first time.
Lizzie practically tore the belt buckle off of my pants and I helped her with taking them off.
I kissed Lizzie's bare chest as I desperately tried to get my own shirt off of my chest. She slipped my boxers off and there I stood, completely naked, and a little humble.
I don't know why I felt so nervous. I've done this before and this is Lizzie. I love her, it shouldn't be so awkward.
"What about you?" I asked.
"What about me?" She replied.
I looked down to her curvaceous legs and she understood what I was talking about when she slipped her thong underwear off.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"This may sound cliché, but I've never been more ready in my life. I love you and I want you to make love to me, like it's the first time." Lizzie said.
For what seemed like a millisecond, Lizzie and I stared at each other's bare bodies. We were naked, completely. We were in the most modest and gratis states of our bodies. There were no designer clothes, no heavy makeup, no shadows of fear and desperation feeling heavy our entire beings.
I walked up to my dresser drawer and pulled out a condom. I guess I've always had them and gotten them from when I was with Miranda. I opened the package and slowly walked towards Lizzie.
I kissed her passionately all over her body. Mouth, neck, breasts, stomach, legs. There was no part of her body that I didn't want to divulge in during this time.
It only took a few moments for me to grow hard. I slid the condom on myself.
Lizzie walked back over to my bed and laid down on my bed.
Lizzie and I began kissing again and I slowly slid myself into her. I thrust deeply into her making sure she felt every aspect of myself in her.
Lizzie and I both moaned in pleasure and we had our orgasms.
It was great. When I was with Miranda, we had sex. But now that I am with Lizzie, it is making love. It is showing how much true love we have each other in the most romantic of all ways.
I slowly slid out of her and we both collapsed on to my bed. Lizzie began to grow tired and snuggled up into my arms.
Never had any experience been so fulfilling as that.
Lizzie wrapped her smooth arms around my neck. The touch was unbelievable. I lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around me. I could feel the rough feeling of her jeans on my pants.
Lizzie pushed me hard onto my bed. The look on her face indicated that she wanted this just as much as I wanted. Maybe even more. She took of her thin pink camisole and threw it on the floor exposing her bear chest.
I took a thick gulp. I had been through this experience with Miranda many times, but with Lizzie, it felt like it was the first time.
Lizzie practically tore the belt buckle off of my pants and I helped her with taking them off.
I kissed Lizzie's bare chest as I desperately tried to get my own shirt off of my chest. She slipped my boxers off and there I stood, completely naked, and a little humble.
I don't know why I felt so nervous. I've done this before and this is Lizzie. I love her, it shouldn't be so awkward.
"What about you?" I asked.
"What about me?" She replied.
I looked down to her curvaceous legs and she understood what I was talking about when she slipped her thong underwear off.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"This may sound cliché, but I've never been more ready in my life. I love you and I want you to make love to me, like it's the first time." Lizzie said.
For what seemed like a millisecond, Lizzie and I stared at each other's bare bodies. We were naked, completely. We were in the most modest and gratis states of our bodies. There were no designer clothes, no heavy makeup, no shadows of fear and desperation feeling heavy our entire beings.
I walked up to my dresser drawer and pulled out a condom. I guess I've always had them and gotten them from when I was with Miranda. I opened the package and slowly walked towards Lizzie.
I kissed her passionately all over her body. Mouth, neck, breasts, stomach, legs. There was no part of her body that I didn't want to divulge in during this time.
It only took a few moments for me to grow hard. I slid the condom on myself.
Lizzie walked back over to my bed and laid down on my bed.
Lizzie and I began kissing again and I slowly slid myself into her. I thrust deeply into her making sure she felt every aspect of myself in her.
Lizzie and I both moaned in pleasure and we had our orgasms.
It was great. When I was with Miranda, we had sex. But now that I am with Lizzie, it is making love. It is showing how much true love we have each other in the most romantic of all ways.
I slowly slid out of her and we both collapsed on to my bed. Lizzie began to grow tired and snuggled up into my arms.
Never had any experience been so fulfilling as that.