Can we have a little conversation?

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A: Where the fuck are you going? Sit down.

She sat back on the bed.

A: What is going on?

C: You don't want me now.

A: How old are you?

C: 23

A: How far have you gone?

C: As far as we have.

A: I'm the only one that has touched that beautiful little pussy of yours?

She bit her bottom lip and nodded yes.

A: There is nothing wrong with that.  Why were you leaving? Did you not want me to?

C: I enjoyed it, and I did want you to.  I just thought once you found out, you wouldn't want me. 

A: Did no one ever try?

C: They tried.  After I found out one of my boyfriends had a bet on how long it would take him, I stopped letting people get close.

A: That is some fucked up shit.

C: He made it out to be a joke. No one would want to be the one to pop my cherry.

A: Can I hold you?

I wiped her tears away.

A: I need the name of this guy.  Do you have his address? I will kick his ass.

She laughed.

A: I want to get to know you, have a relationship. It would be an honor to be your first and, if I'm right about you—your last.  I want you to be my last too.

C: You have known me for a week.

A: I like you. I might have blue balls, but I want you. 

She smiled.

I pulled her closer to me.  My cock was hard.

She grabbed it and began to stroke it in long slow strokes.  I grabbed the lube and squeezed some in my cock. I took her hand in my and guided her as she stroked.  I let go.  It wasn't long before I came.

A: That was so, good baby. 

I kissed her cheek. I looked at my watch.

A: Shit.  Get dressed nicely but not formally.

I dressed quickly.  I sat in the living room waiting. Finally, Charlotte came down the stairs.  She was wearing a black dress that showed some cleavage and came to just above her knee.  It fit her perfectly.

A: God Damn. I'm ripping that off of you tonight.

She giggled.  I took her hand and led her to the Bentley.

C: This is a beautiful car.

A: You are more beautiful. 

I opened the car door and helped her in.

As I drove, I held her hand.  I would bring it to my lips and kiss it as I sang to her.

After dinner, we stopped for ice cream and walked around watching the sunset.

A few weeks later.  It has been one month since we met. 

A: Babe, I need to go on a few errands. Do you need anything?

C: No, baby.

I kissed her hard and passionately.

A: I will be back soon.

C: Wait.

A: Yes, baby.

C: Can I have another kiss?

She looked at me with her striking blue eyes.

I leaned down and put a hand on the cheek of her ass.  I picked her up, wrapped her legs around me, and pinned her against the wall.  I kissed her hard, and she moaned as I put more of my weight on her. Finally, I sat her down and walked out of the door.

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