I try to sleep but can’t. All I can do is think of him. When he’s near I can feel his presence. I can feel his breath upon my neck. I smell his breath now. It’s sweet, but with a touch of masculinity to it.

    He creeps silently over to me. His tall figure looms in the darkness. He breathes hard as he kneels by my bed. “Doug,” I whisper, almost afraid to say his name.

    He doesn’t say anything but I know it is him. He gently cups my face and presses his lips against mine. His lips are both hard and soft. I can feel his calloused hand push away my comforter. He pulls off my nightgown. He moans as I thrust my tongue into his hungry mouth. He responds by fondling my breasts.

       I pull out of his possessive kiss and begin to plant kisses on his smooth neck. He starts to caress my silky brown hair while rubbing my nipple with the other.

        I cry out in passion as he starts to suckle my breast. I dream about this all the time and now it finally happens. He begins to drop lower but stops at the burns on my abdomen.

        “I’m sorry,” he whispers as he kisses each and every one. He places his rough hands in the opening of my vagina. I moan softly as he gently rubs my clit. He lowers his mouth to my entrance and thrusts his tongue in and out.

      I scream as he kisses my pleasure bud. He removes his tongue and I pull him towards my face. I push his boxers off to find his hard member. I smile I tough the hard length of it, as if I’m afraid I’ll break it.

     Slowly I put it into my mouth, savoring the taste of it. I begin to play rough with him; enjoying the fact I am making him moan with desire. I continue to suck hard until he pulls out. He places his cock between my breasts and begins to cum.

       He takes his hands and completely covers my breasts with cum. He proceeds to go down and lick them free of his seed. When he done, he positions himself above and gently enters me.

            I cry out at first for I am a virgin. However the pain subsides into pleasure as he speeds up. Soon we both climax and he spill his seed into me.

         He collapses into the bed with me, breathing heavily. He wraps his arms possessively around me. I plant an innocent kiss on his forehead. Ironic, for I am not innocent anymore; I have been deflowered.