This was about her, only her.

She expanded but her tightness still squeezed on my fingers. Her cunt took three of my fingers into the wet and suffocating passage. I drove deep inside the grunting girl and felt her pussy suck me in, inviting me deeper. I was harmonized to her rhythm as we continued this sexy moment. She was whimpering.

I looked up and glanced at her whiskey colored eyes rolling back into her head. Her dark brown hair was smashed against the pillow and stuck to the side of her face by the sweat. I could feel small drops slide between her breasts as I slid my hand down to message her stomach. She was craving that spark; that moment when your body tenses up and the world stops. She was ready for that shot that from head to toe that would make her feel as if she was in heaven.

“Spencer,” she whimpered.

I gave in.

I quickened my thrusts, and she exploded in ecstasy. I reached my hand to her left breast and laid it there; feeling the blood pump in and out of her heart. I sucked on her clit and curved my fingers. Her eyes widened with desire induced pupils and contentment. They silently pleaded with mine to never stop the pleasure, the heavenly feeling.

As she came off the high, she lowered back down to the bed. I kept my fingers deep in her channel but brought my body to lie onto her smaller form. Her body was sweaty and hot with post-orgasmic sweat. I saw tears fall from her eyes. I showered her with comforting kisses. She whispered a thank you into my ear so sweetly that it sounded like she was a heaven sent angel.

We lay here inaudibly until she broke the silence.

“We shouldn’t have done that…” She whispered as she untangled herself from me and grabbed her easily assessable clothes that I had gingerly lay at the bottom of the bed.

She was right, but I wouldn’t change it. The look on her face after she came was priceless. I looked at her as she quickly got dressed, “Do you regret it?”

She shook her head no.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” I said and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching down for my discarded shirt. I put it on and grabbed my purse next to it to grab the hand sanitizer and Love Spell lotion. I had to destroy the evidence.

I watched her silently leave the room.

The following months were silent. There was no talking about that night. We had over looked it and started back at square one. We gave each other small glances, shy smiles as we passed each others in the halls at school or elsewhere. That night was unforgettable, but we had to stay quiet. We couldn’t mess this up, we didn’t want to mess this up. I missed the talking, though. I missed being able to relate to her shyness or her outburst. I thought it was cute when her nose would crinkle when she smiled at something I said, or how her voice sounded raspy.

Silence was loud, almost deafening.

A week later I was on AIM talking to the other sister, when a message popped up saying, “Hey”.

~~~ {{FIN}} ~~~

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Or is there some potential for something else? Mmm? What do you think? haha