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Nervous excitement. That was the only way to describe how he felt sitting there waiting. It was the same bus stop, the same bus even that he had used a thousand times before. This time though, this time it was carrying her.
It had been months since he had seen her last. Before moving from that small town to the big city, chasing those dreams that every teenager knows will be a reality. Leaving home is all you have to do to make everything work right?
His chest freezes as his shaking knee is lit up by headlights, only to be released again when the truck rushes past, just a truck. Why is he so nervous? It's not like they've never met before, they've been friends for years. But those last few weeks before he left, that wasn't just friendship, he knew something was there and the scariest thought was maybe she knew it too...
And then it was time. He saw the bus' lights in the distance and before he could even think of what he'll say it was there, stopping with the door a few feet from his face. His heart beating wildly in his chest as he's forced to stare at his reflection in the window, waiting.
With a hiss the door opens and she's the first one off, with a yell of delight that fills his entire body with warmth, she drops her bag and lunges on him, wrapping her arms around him as he embraces her back. His mind still racing at the possibilities of what the night could hold as the echoes of "Heeeey!" fade through the empty streets.
What would normally be a long walk home seems to fly by in an instant. It's that fresh easy feeling you get of old friends catching up. The alisa mpl ability for each part of the conversation to roll fluently to the next, no awkward silences, no confusion, two people on the same page talking the same shit the same way they always have.... But that look she just gave him, surely the way she flashed that perfect smile and subtly bit her even more perfect lips was a sign right? It has to be.
His head snaps back from the clouds as she pushes him, teasing with a "dude, are you even listening to me? I asked if that's the ice rink we went to last time I was here?"
It's only a few hundred metres down the road, out of the way from his normal path home and usually hidden by the chaos of a city during the day. But on the abandoned streets of the night, lit up by its flood lights and signs it's easily recognisable.
"Yeah it is, it shut down for renovations a while ago though or I would have suggested giving it another go. We could use the practice, we're pretty bad haha"
And then with that smile that every teenager recognises, the grin slowly spreading from ear to ear as their eyes light up with the twinkle of kids about to fuck shit up, she asks "want to?" to be met with a "fuck yeah I do!" as he grabs her hand and starts sprinting towards the beacon like lights of the rink.
"You're so fucking short!" he teases as he grabs her around her waist, lifting her up to grab the edge of the sill, the high window just within reach. She tells him to "shut the fuck up" as she tumbles through to the floor in fits of laughter. Unlocking the door with a click as she slides it open, looking deep into his eyes, surely she knows what they do to him? And that subtle lip biting again, his heart is like a drum in his chest now as she utters "would you like to come in?"
Their laughter reverberates around the empty rink as they laugh at each other. They say ice skating is a skill that not everyone possess, and the mess of limbs slipping and sliding over the ice would agree with that. But he didn't care, it gave him every excuse he needed to catch her from falling with his arms wrapped around her tight young body. More than once his hands were forced to her ass. God it was tight, and the way she would giggle and thank him just made it worse. He drifted off into a world of serenity, leaning against the side of the rink as he watched her body moving across the ice.
And then the scream as her skate clips the other and she slams down hard on ice. He screams "Fuck!" as he races over to her, his heart skipping beats, diving to his knees, pulling up inches from her face. Grabbing her shoulders, one hand on her cheek her eyes flutter open, those perfect, beautiful stunning eyes. The words "I'm okay" barely even make it past her lips before his are pressing to hers. Warm, soft and wet against the frigid air of the rink. Years of lust, of wanting, and desire flood through in the briefest of moments but with the power of a dam bursting. Time seems to stand still as she's taken by surprise, the initial tensing of her body letting loose as she pushes her lips back against his, sliding deep into the embrace, her tongue curling over his....
Their lips part to leave them staring deep into each others eyes. Taking in the other person in an entirely new light. That barrier between friends and lovers broken with a single kiss, the most passionate lustful kiss that you could imagine, but a single kiss nonetheless.
And then she is on him, giggling that little girly giggle and biting her perfect lip once more. She grabs his wrist and spins around on the ice, pushing him backwards as she brings her knees up to straddle his waist. Their lips locking as they tear the clothes from the each other with the hunger and rushed excitement that is only available to teenagers in heat.
As their clothes pile around them, their lips exploring the freshly revealed flesh. Each kiss, warm, wet and contrasting the cool dry air sending shivers through their bodies. Their world shrinks to only them, time freezes as they explore each other in their secret secluded paradise.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees the drop sheets the builders have left behind. He pulls her to her feet, locking his arms around her and resting them on her hips as they glide over to the sheets. His lips caressing and tracing the back of her neck and down her shoulders. Stopping and turning into each other she slowly let's herself down, resting on the soft piled sheets, running her fingers from her thighs, across her panties and along the side of her stomach, brushing past her perfectly formed breasts and hard nipples to her neck.
She smiles at the look of hunger on his face, standing there watching her like a child seeing his favourite toy unwrapped for the first time. His abs tensing as he shivers against the cold, or is it from excitement, she isn't sure but at the sight of him looming over her as she teases him, his toned muscles, his v lines hinting at what lays beneath the jeans, it becomes her turn to squirm against the heat that starts to flood through her body, like fire along her veins. She licks her lips with all the sensuality she can muster and whispers "I want you"
He's on her in an instant. His fingers running through her hair, grabbing a fist full as their lips find each others again. Her fingers curl over his belt, snapping it open as she greedily pushes them down over his toned ass and muscular legs. She drags her nails back along his legs to take his growing cock in her hands. Squeezing it hard as she bites his lip, the size of it making her squirm even more beneath him.
And then it's her hands grabbing at his short hair as he slowly kisses down her neck, along her collar bone and over her hard nipples. Taking them between his lips, teasing them, the warmth of his body flooding through his touch into hers. Despite laying on sheets above a bed of ice she feels like she's on fire now. The aching and pulsing radiating from her pussy, flooding through her body as his lips move down the sides of her breasts, lower and lower, making tiny circles on her hips. His fingers curling over the top of her panties as he gently slides them down her smooth thighs, his lips following them to her ankles.
Her hands grab at his hair harder now. One of his hands spreading open on her hip, holding her down as she starts to buck and grind, every ounce of her falling deeper and deeper into the moment. His tongue trails painfully slow along her calf.... Kiss.... Lick.... Kiss... Lick.... Higher and higher. His second hand rotates around her to her ass. He's holding her down and lifting her up, positioning her body perfectly as his tongue edges closer and closer. Her hand leaves his hair to grab at her own and at the sheets, he's inches away now and it's killing her, the ache and the throbbing and the sheer lust for his tongue drawing ever drip from her soaking wet pussy.
And then with the most anticipated and ecstacy filled moan that had ever passed through her perfect lips his tongue closes over her clit. So gentle and soft at first, curling like a wave crashing on the shore, circling like a bird in flight, rhythmic and so soft she is barely certain he is actually touching her. His grip on her ass and hip tightens as he rotates her forward, his hand on her hip pulling on her skin, opening her wider as he applies more and more pressure. Matching it with speed he rocks her body against his, faster and faster, the warmth of his tongue makes her want to scream as she grinds herself against him, clawing at the sheets, clenching her toes as the fire burning inside her takes hold.
Her hips are bucking, her back arches and her toes curl. His tongue glides over her, so perfectly her head feels light. It's as though he can read her mind, flicking fast and hard when she wants it and then backing off to soft slow circles, drawing her closer and closer to the edge before letting it slip softly away. Her hand on her breast, grabbing and pinching, her teeth almost splitting her lip as she tries and fails to stiffle her moans. It's building inside her, starting so deep it's like a shadow forming at the back of her mind, but it feels like hours now and it's grown stronger and louder with every flick of his tongue. It's like a rope being tightened around her, like a fire being stoked hotter and hotter, she wants it, no, she NEEDS it, and she tells him, begging him, pleading him to give it to her,
"Please, please make me cum! Oh god yes! "
She claws at the sheets and tugs at his hair, his only response is from his tongue, faster and firmer than she could have ever imagined and met with a long deep hum that shoots along his tongue and makes it to the very centre of that growing orgasm.
And then with he power and intensity of a fireworks show she explodes. Her back arches as her hand shoots out to the side. Her body lifting from the sheets as she pulls on his hair, her screams of pleasure reverberating around the rink as he eases his tongue into slow soft circles, bringing her down softly. Her moans fade to panting as she lays there, unable to open her eyes just yet, her body still shaking in random spasms.
She finally peels her eyelids open, looking down along her sweat glistened body to his eyes, filled with the content look of a man who's done his job.
Then he smiles that devilishly handsome smile, he's waited so long for this once will not be enough and the rink is filled with the sounds of motions of them discovering each other over and over and over.

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