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My best friend's daughter (Tartheno & Adventuregirl)

It was the first time in Olivia’s young life that her sleeping pants felt like a damned prison cell. She wanted out of them in the worst way, but Tim kept distracting her with his mouth. A smile spread across her face because she didn’t think that thought would ever enter her mind. Pushing her body down into his. It wouldn’t be long now before the moisture collecting between her thighs soaked through her sleeping pants and through his jeans.

The girl could feel his need for her by the way he held her close. And when his lips met her breast, she squirmed in his grip while the heat between her legs increased two-fold. Her eyes rolled back before closing and her face tilted toward the ceiling. Christ, he just might be able to make her lose control before he ever touched her below the waist.

Her eyes opened and she stared at the ceiling. The only thing going through her mind was that if his tongue was this talented on her breasts, she wasn’t going to last a full minute with him between her legs.

Olivia’s hands fisted in his hair, tugging just enough that when her head came forward they were looking into each other’s eyes. Her lips were slightly parted as she panted softly. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. Wanted you. Please don’t make me wait any longer, Tim,” she spoke softly, but with conviction.
 
Timothy nodded and stood, his arms supporting Olivia's weight, and walked towards one of the two bedrooms that were attached to the apartment. He kissed her as he did so, then said "I've wanted you too, Liv. Ever since I noticed you were a woman, not a little girl any more. It's wrong, but I don't care right now. I just want to feel you next to me, on me, below me." Reaching the door, he opened it and stepped inside, closing it behind them.

Once at the bed, a queen size, he set her down on it and smiled down at her. His mind was still racing, hundreds of thoughts passing through it in moments, but it was becoming background noise. He pulled his shirt over his head, then kicked his shoes off and began to unbuckle his belt.

"Let's hope I still have a condom in my wallet, he said, mostly to himself. His gaze was locked onto her body, drinking in Olivia's slender curves and smooth skin. He couldn't wait to feel it against his own, their sweaty bodies sliding over one another...
 
Olivia was suddenly nervous. All this time the only thing she could think about was how to get him to notice her and then how to get him to touch her. Now here she was, about to bolt. She gripped the blanket beneath her. It was the same blanket that had been on her bed two years ago.

Stay right where you are, Duncan. If you screw this up, you’ll never get another chance. That’s what the slutty girl in red boots sitting on her shoulder said.

You should save yourself for someone you love and you’re going to get married to and… That’s what the girl in the white dress said on her other shoulder right before she saw the red boots. Fuck it. Go for it.

Olivia pushed her sleeping pants off her hips and wiggled until they were down to her calves where she pulled them free and tossed them onto the floor beside the bed. The young girl was clad now in only a pair of yellow cheekster panties with white polka dots on them.

Her cheek was slightly dented by her chewing on the inside of it. That was a habit she had had since she was a little girl whenever she was nervous or concentrating on something. Luckily, she was doing both of those precise things right now.

“Can you go a little faster? I’m kind of dying here,” she said with a bit of a smirk. It wasn’t a total joke, though. She wanted it too bad to wait for long. Maybe the second time could be slow. But this time…
 
Suddenly Timothy wasn't entirely sure what to do. Olivia was so insistent... not at all what he had expected and yet, somehow, exactly what he wanted. Needed. If anything, she was even more excited about, more into, this than he was, He wanted to savor it, to indulge himself, but all at once it seemed that if he took too long she might leave, might even tell her parents...

Timothy slid his jeans off along with his boxers, his erection springing free and standing at a right angle to his body. He fished his wallet out and breathed a sigh of relief when he located the condom he had kept there, just in case. He slipped it one, then knelt at the edge of the bed. He tugged Olivia's panties down roughly, felt how soaked they were and was pleased that he could cause that kind of arousal in a woman, even if it was in one so young. His hands parted her legs, one following her leg up to her groin, where it brushed her lips and the small nub above them.

Tim lifted her and moved Olivia further back onto the bed, then climbed above her. He stared down into her eyes, looking for some final confirmation.
 
Olivia had imagined her first time a hundred different ways. And even though each one was somewhere else or at another time of the day or in a different position, every time she imagined it, it had been with Tim. So in her mind, the girl had lost her virginity a couple of years ago. Now, this act, was just a formality.

Both small hands reached down to grip him. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Olivia had expected it to be diamond cutter hard and it was, but she didn’t expect it to be so smooth and soft to the touch. Her eyes lit up and she smiled while stroking it slowly up and down with a slight twisting motion to her hands.

“You’re perfect,” she whispered to him. “Everything I ever imagined. And I, imagined, a lot.” The smile spreading nearly from ear to ear. Her eyes ventured down and saw the way the tip was glistening with moisture. Promising herself that she would taste him next time. But this time, she needed him inside her.

A few more strokes and she released him to lay back on the bed. Her bright blue eyes still shining as she stared up into his. He was the hottest man she had ever seen and now he was looming over her like a God. One leg lifted from the bed and her knee was soon hitched to his hip. Her toned calf pressing against his ass cheek to urge him forward.
 
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