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Davey tensed up at first in surprise, but then softened into the kiss, easing down onto her and kissing her back. She wrapped her arms around him. He had never kissed - really kissed - her before and he was amazed at how it made him feel. He was shocked as he realized his body was responding to her. This hadn't happened to him for a very long time with a girl and he didn't know what it meant. Did it mean he wasn't gay? Did it mean he was bi? He'd always thought that bi people were just indiscriminant whores who'd fuck anyone. Could he really identify himself that way? Could he really be in a relationship with a girl? His head was swimming with questions and fears that made him pull away, abruptly.
"I'm sorry," Litzy said, looking both hurt and embarrassed. "I shouldn't have. I just love you so much...I..."
She started to cry.
He felt heartbroken at the realization that he'd done something that hurt her.
"It's okay, sweetie," he said, pulling her back into his arms. "Shhh, it's alright."
"No, you should go," she said, pushing against his chest, but he wouldn't let go of her.
"Litzy, listen to me. I love you, too. Very much."
"As a friend, I know. Just let go, Davey, I don't need pity. Not from you."
"It's not pity. I care about you. I hate to see you cry."
"Just go, Davey," she whimpered, as he continued to try and comfort her.
"What if I don't want to go?" he asked. "What if I've decided that I'm not leaving you tonight? What then?"
"Then stay," she said.
He wiped her tears away and kissed her.
She held him tight and kissed him back, wrapping a leg around him. He slid his hand up and down the silky skin of her thigh and cupped her ass with his hands as he kissed her. God, she was perfect. He admitted to himself all the times he'd had thoughts about her. All the times when he'd desired her, deep down in a place he didn't want to exist. He now realized that it did exist, and he gave in to it. He let his hands travel all over her body. He unhooked her bra and gently massaged her breasts. They were so soft, round and feminine. He couldn't believe he was with a woman, but she felt so good.
He was at full attention and she found that out when she slid a hand down to touch him. She unfastened his pants and tugged them and his underwear over his hips. He sucked in a breath when she began to lick his shaft, up and down, running her tongue around the head. He hadn't been so turned on in quite awhile and when she started to suck him it took a good deal of restraint not to cum right then and there. She only did it for a few moments, though, before straddling him and maneuvering him into her. He let out a moan as he sank into her. She felt wonderful. Better than he ever could've imagined.
She started to ride him, leaning down every now and then to kiss him or suck on his neck. She had this sexy determined look on her face and it was all he could do to not lose it. When he felt himself getting really close, he changed positions. This time he was on his knees between her legs, but he doubted this was a good idea either, because she just looked so good from this angle. Her hair was all messed up and in her face and she was moaning loudly and pinching her nipples. He was watching her breasts jiggle with every thrust and holding her leg up, watching himself disappear into her.
"Oh Davey! Oh God, yes..." her gorgeous mouth cried.
She sounded like she was going to cum any minute and he just hoped it was soon because he was about to explode. She let out a squeal and he could feel her body start to shake. He let go with her, pumping her as he released. She went still and lay there catching her breath and brushing her hair out of her face.
"God, Davey, that was so good," she sighed.
He lay next to her, speechless. He spooned her and kissed her shoulder. It was so late and he was so sleepy he fell asleep before any words could be said.
In the morning he awakened to see a beautiful angel lying on the pillow next to him. He smiled. But then he realized something. He had nothing to offer this beautiful angel. He had no idea how to have a romantic relationship with a girl, he was always on the road, and he didn't have any answers to the questions she was definitely going to ask when she woke up. Namely, what did this mean, where did they go from here, did this mean he was or wasn't gay, was he still going to see guys, how did he feel about this, how did he feel about her, etc. etc. etc.
The more he thought about it, the more afraid he got.
He grabbed his clothes and made a beeline for his own room.
"I'm sorry," Litzy said, looking both hurt and embarrassed. "I shouldn't have. I just love you so much...I..."
She started to cry.
He felt heartbroken at the realization that he'd done something that hurt her.
"It's okay, sweetie," he said, pulling her back into his arms. "Shhh, it's alright."
"No, you should go," she said, pushing against his chest, but he wouldn't let go of her.
"Litzy, listen to me. I love you, too. Very much."
"As a friend, I know. Just let go, Davey, I don't need pity. Not from you."
"It's not pity. I care about you. I hate to see you cry."
"Just go, Davey," she whimpered, as he continued to try and comfort her.
"What if I don't want to go?" he asked. "What if I've decided that I'm not leaving you tonight? What then?"
"Then stay," she said.
He wiped her tears away and kissed her.
She held him tight and kissed him back, wrapping a leg around him. He slid his hand up and down the silky skin of her thigh and cupped her ass with his hands as he kissed her. God, she was perfect. He admitted to himself all the times he'd had thoughts about her. All the times when he'd desired her, deep down in a place he didn't want to exist. He now realized that it did exist, and he gave in to it. He let his hands travel all over her body. He unhooked her bra and gently massaged her breasts. They were so soft, round and feminine. He couldn't believe he was with a woman, but she felt so good.
He was at full attention and she found that out when she slid a hand down to touch him. She unfastened his pants and tugged them and his underwear over his hips. He sucked in a breath when she began to lick his shaft, up and down, running her tongue around the head. He hadn't been so turned on in quite awhile and when she started to suck him it took a good deal of restraint not to cum right then and there. She only did it for a few moments, though, before straddling him and maneuvering him into her. He let out a moan as he sank into her. She felt wonderful. Better than he ever could've imagined.
She started to ride him, leaning down every now and then to kiss him or suck on his neck. She had this sexy determined look on her face and it was all he could do to not lose it. When he felt himself getting really close, he changed positions. This time he was on his knees between her legs, but he doubted this was a good idea either, because she just looked so good from this angle. Her hair was all messed up and in her face and she was moaning loudly and pinching her nipples. He was watching her breasts jiggle with every thrust and holding her leg up, watching himself disappear into her.
"Oh Davey! Oh God, yes..." her gorgeous mouth cried.
She sounded like she was going to cum any minute and he just hoped it was soon because he was about to explode. She let out a squeal and he could feel her body start to shake. He let go with her, pumping her as he released. She went still and lay there catching her breath and brushing her hair out of her face.
"God, Davey, that was so good," she sighed.
He lay next to her, speechless. He spooned her and kissed her shoulder. It was so late and he was so sleepy he fell asleep before any words could be said.
In the morning he awakened to see a beautiful angel lying on the pillow next to him. He smiled. But then he realized something. He had nothing to offer this beautiful angel. He had no idea how to have a romantic relationship with a girl, he was always on the road, and he didn't have any answers to the questions she was definitely going to ask when she woke up. Namely, what did this mean, where did they go from here, did this mean he was or wasn't gay, was he still going to see guys, how did he feel about this, how did he feel about her, etc. etc. etc.
The more he thought about it, the more afraid he got.
He grabbed his clothes and made a beeline for his own room.
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