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Chapter 2: Intro Spection

Copyright© 2014 by Wylde Flowers

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Intro Spection - College student Kayla meets the man of her dreams, the married man next door.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa  

I collapse on my bed and stare blankly up at the ceiling. My thoughts are spilling all over my brain. The only thought I know for sure is that Ryan wants to have sex with me. I don't know what I want to do.

A penis in my pussy. Am I ready for that? Most girls do it before turning 18 but that doesn't mean I am ready. Am I ready? Just thinking about the possibility makes me tingly between my legs.

I take off all my clothes and slip into bed naked. Usually I wear panties and a night shirt for bed but when I play with Priscilla I go to bed naked. Priscilla is my pussy. Don't laugh, guys! I know you have a name for your special friend between your legs. All guys do. Don't deny it.

I reach down between my legs and slowly rub my clit.

What do you think Priscilla? Do you want a penis inside you? Are you ready for it? I don't talk out loud to my pussy. That is crazy. It is only what I am thinking while I give Priscilla pleasure.

Mmmm ... I bet it would feel nice like this.

My covers bunch up and in frustration I throw them back. I am uncovered. I move my legs so my knees are up and I resume my "chat" with Priscilla.

I don't know if it will hurt, Priscilla. I'm a little afraid. I have no idea how big it is. I've seen pictures but I've never seen one in real life before. It will not only be before my

eyes it will end up inside me.

I flinch. The thought is unpleasant. It has to hurt.

I moan softly. Priscilla is feeling good.

Yet everyone is having sex so it must not hurt. Is it only the first time that is hurts? That is what I hear. Yet if it is so bad the first time then why would anyone ever do it a second time? I am so confused, Priscilla.

I'm scared, Priscilla. I think I want to do it but I may be too scared to do it.

What if I don't know how? No, that is silly. Everyone knows how instinctively. He could

show me if I need help. He's done it. He's married. Sorry for the repulsive thought. I wish he was not married.

I breathe harder. Priscilla is wet. I also rub my fingers up and down her folds but still I focus mostly on my enlarged stiff clit. If Priscilla is wet like this, it would be much easier for a penis to slip inside me.

I am ready to orgasm and my mind drifts solely on my potential lover. I rub my clit harder and faster.

I speak softly yet audibly if you were close by my bed. "Oh, Ryan, Ryan. Yes, Ryan, yes. Oooooh! Ohhhhh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, oh..."

I lift my hips up off the bed and in that moment I imagine a penis penetrating me deep. I frantically rub Priscilla.

"Ohh! " A short vocal break. "Oooh!" A deep inhale. "Yesssssss!" I exhale fully and orgasm at the same time.

My body trembles with waves of sexual energy running through me. I think of them as sexual aftershocks.

What would a penis feel like inside me? I've put my finger inside me but a penis is much fatter than a finger I am pretty sure. How deep does it go? I don't even know how deep my pussy is. What if he is too big? What if I am not deep enough for his penis? There are too many questions.

Priscilla is wetter than normal so I have a wet spot on my sheets. Yuck! Does my wetness mean I am ready? Does it mean I want it? How will I ever know if I am ready or not?

Ryan wants me. He is ready. That means something. I think. I think it means he thinks I'm ready. Yet he wants me to think about it. Yet he said he wanted to do it tonight. He also said he wants to wake up with me. That sounds so nice. To wake

 
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