Drunk for her

What I will tell you spent a couple of years ago I had entered the school and that brought about many changes. First my life. schedule because I was on the afternoon shift and realized it was not the same as going to school you had left ten minutes walk from home to take public transportation and take a tour that lasts . for at least an hour and lack calculate the return (another hour) or days when the city becomes an impossible chaos of moving

The second.: school. It was the same who attend secondary school and I understood that as the days passed. That brought good and bad. Bad because I started to have many conflicts with my parents and good because these conflicts happened regularly every weekend week, while my parents walked wondered where or why he was so late, I was enjoying my life …

Third and finally: freedom. I began to enjoy the opportunities that the school had to study in the evenings. I found what I had not had before-well, not a lot-free knowing me of academic concerns (a student who wanted to). Knowing that the school ceased to exist those pesky prefects who were putting you to your room, and you could get your classes or made me feel for the first time in my life owner. In short, it was a gift that I could not measure. But I do not regret it, because thanks to all of the above I could recognize myself in areas that until then were unknown to me. And one of them was not only confirmed my taste in men, but also discovered an unusual desire for women.

I realized the power of female attraction when I saw her for the first time. Although many people tell me I’m pretty -modestia-apart, my beauty does not compare with that girl, who could well pass as a catwalk model. I’m not exaggerating.This time I saw her and was stunned by its beauty. He had a very soft skin-that I checked later-a pale complexion that could highlight more his hazel eyes and curls of brown that turned into something delicious I can not find another word in sight. What else can I say?Well, as I said, I had the body of a model. A well-shaped legs (no straw sticks), a charming waist and breasts which, although not large, achieved a enviable roundness and firmness. Everyone in the school was located and many and many to succumb to the sight of her crossing a school hallway. Who knew that I had the joy of touch …

It is called Jimena, but all we say “The Jimo”. And that was for two reasons. One, because although he seemed to flirt with men and walking, with his taste leaned more towards women. The second reason was because those who managed to be with her in private, they were men or women, were rumors that it was very shocking in bed. All this and other unfounded sexual fantasies that were heard of it (that teachers by qualification arming orgies at home, you have two well tucked fascinated while yards, etc. are picked) brought me a puzzle about how or how much she enjoyed sex, and even what his real character. More than frighten me, it intrigued me.

I still remember the first approach I had to discover the sexual enigma surrounding Jimena. This time, in the last hour of school class, I went to the toilet and when I walked into one of the bathrooms I realized there was someone else in the adjoining bathroom. Apparently he did not realize my presence, he seemed to be focused on anything was hardly a physiological need. Let out a low moan that immediately warned me something incredible. I stood still, I walked away a little feet across so that he did not realize that someone else was in the bathroom and hit my ear as I could. The girl moaned again as he could while still staying with what looked like the irrepressible movement of his fingers in and out of her vagina. The idea of ??thinking that was a girl masturbating and pleasuring in the bathroom of school left me with just an idea: it excited me to the degree of wet my panty. The motions were heard faster and faster until such time as a final groan (and not caring if listening), a fact recognized as the ultimate pleasure, orgasm desired heard. I went as fast as I could and went to one of the boxes nearby to sit there (on the pretext of checking my cell) and wait for the girl in question to know who it was. I was surprised to see that Jimena was the one who left the bathroom. That night, with the idea of ??remembering their groans and imagine getting naked fingers in her vagina, made me wet. The desire was so much that I ended up imagining how he did touch me, and I masturbated to provoke an orgasm. The first thing I had in mind a girl.

Thus began my same-sex desire and my fixation with Jimena. It was as if he had kept secret. In my free time and an occasional class jumping me, walking through high school to see if he could find; I also went to the baths often hoping to find it again and listen. It was not until the end of the school year (about two months after the episode of the bathroom) when several of our group we were invited to the farewell party who were organizing some (the most popular school) kids who leave school to enter college. At first I did not feel attracted to the idea because almost did not know anyone and where the party was going to be in a nightclub south of the city (something removed from my house). However, as soon as I heard that Jimena would go to the party, I changed my mind and decided I would go. It was the perfect opportunity to talk to her. And why not see if anything else could give.

I arrived in the company of a friend when the party already had started a couple of hours. Immediately peers of the same group to which we were recognized us and invited us to drink. I figured that the only people dive school was located, although there were many faces he did not know and could not miss perhaps invited by another friend. My gaze went looking for Jimena, but not seen anywhere. While I waited for it to arrive, I took it and danced with my teammates. For the fourth drink I started feeling a little dizzy, so I went to the bathroom to splash water on his face and get rid of this feeling. Then when I went into the bathroom, I saw her. She wore a tight white sweater and brought out the wonder of his legs and a red ombliguera that showed off her flat stomach. While combining well the color of their clothes, the color of your nails and shadows in his eyes made her look like the goddess it was. I found it more beautiful usual, therefore I forgot for a moment what had entered the bathroom and stood there looking at her. Inevitably I caused Jimena noticing that someone else saw it.

‘Hello,’ he said as if he knew me forever. Another time around

-How it again? I asked, forgetting to return the greeting.

‘Yes,’ he said Vianney Are you not

Yes My intrigue was increasing- how do you know my name

Easy: I asked one of your colleagues and I

. Of course I said as recognizing how stupid my question. You are Jimena, but still do not understand that from again.

-You do not remember? I had a great time. And I passed it even better when I realized that someone else was next to the bathroom listening.

-What are you talking about?I tried to make my tonta-. Do not know what you mean.

Well what a pity …

He said that, immediately afterwards, approaching where I was and finish me: “I know it was you. I just wanted to repeat it. ” Jimena left the bathroom and dizziness took me almost immediately. When I returned to where my companions were, I realized she was following me with his eyes. How did you know I was the one who listened? I kept drinking and not taking care of what my colleagues chatted. I started thinking about the last thing he said to me, the idea of ??wanting to repeat. I was afraid but temptation; shame, but attraction; insecurity, but longing. A series of contradictions did not understand, or rather, did not want to understand. I kept drinking to soothe the dizziness that now I was thinking about all this.

After a while, and already twice taken drinks, I had the need to go again to the bathroom. I walked to the place clumsy steps and realized that suddenly have walked to the bathroom was not a great idea. How could I got to the bathroom and when I finished just went out to meet Jimena’s face in front of mine. He said nothing, just came up and kissed me. I froze, not knowing if I had to zoom out or respond to his kiss. She was faster and I went into the bathroom to close and continue kissing. I still felt drunk me, that feeling of slight dizziness that allows the possibility of not thinking things and do them. The speed with which everything was happening and the irrepressible desire to follow the instinct and continue with what was happening took me to follow suit. Jimena kissed me and I corresponded, the kisses were intensifying and his hands began to explore every part of my body. I surrendered with his eyes, with the soft touch of her perfect hands; The effect was electric, desirable, carnal. He brought his hands up to my chest and very gently touched one of my nipples through clothes, it made me a thousand, feel walked slowly and I wish my chest as his tongue and mine intertwined in the kiss . I wanted to do the same, but she stopped me, I wanted to continue with the initiative and just let me do whatever I wanted.

Soon I took off her blouse and bra, she continued kissing as she touched my skin with soft pads of your fingers in a circular motion, surrounding each of my breasts. The feeling was indescribable, I felt a desire that had not previously experienced. The men who had been until then were very abrupt and by the time she was kissing and getting wet inside, the men had already been inside. Jimena know how to prepare the way for a great orgasm. His touch and that caused mild gemiditos near my ears dipped me more and more. She stopped kissing me to take my tongue and nipples lengü etearlos to pleasure, harder and put my hands (which at that time were already under her blouse) played the perfection of their own. She took his hand between my legs and started rubbing his finger over my clothes, I could swear I could feel had dampened all without her panty and asked me what I lowered my jeans yet and panty at high enough to she could touch me pleasure. She did not completely undressed, he only pulled her shirt a little to leave before my eyes the majesty of her breasts, which brought no bra. Then he lowered the toilet seat and sat down, I sat on it, at his back, and opened my legs to be at the same distance than theirs. By the difference of bodies (she was tall and slender I) it did not cost me as I had already placed. As I kissed her back and neck (which did get wet even more unexpected) with his left hand massaged my breasts while right subtly touched my mons. Gradually he was approaching my clitoris to touch gently enough not to feel pain, but pleasure. The desire seized in Mo and wanted her to tuck his fingers in my wet vagina.

He started brushing my labia with two fingers in a “V”, his kisses and rubbing his other hand I had at their disposal. Feel myself dominated and let me persuade a bathroom with someone who did not know but I wanted to be, the same girl who gave me months before an orgasm simply imagine touching, led me to ask with all the enthusiasm the world: “Put me your fingers, I can not stand.” She was quick to do. It first started with the index finger and felt the greatest pleasure, I started to move on it, it was like feeling a cock inside, one that was cooked all the way and finally had his reward: a hot, wet pussy wanting to eat everything whatever was in its path. Shortly after he put another finger and my vagina was so extensive that the in and out of her fingers was a fascinating experience. Sometimes I turned my face to kiss her and she saw my look of woman who was delivering all, a look of cat (as well say now) that was being sexually satisfied. Still moving in circular motions and she asked me to get up to sit. She leaned over me, fell over my jeans and pantyhose, and put my leg over his shoulder and began to lick the clitoris while continuing with the unstoppable and leisurely pace of his fingers. I took one hand to rub my breasts and tighten, the feel of the tip of his tongue on my clitoris and the movement of something that could well be a bull by the speed and thrusts that gave me his fingers, caused the inevitable groan of pleasure he expected had not been heard by the music of the place. She kept licking and dedeándome at will until I could not more and felt an explosive orgasm, it made me shiver and close my legs so that his fingers were trapped in my long, wet pussy.

She spent her face in my lap, rose and fingers with which I entered into his mouth and licked my juices while the other hand came under his jeans and got between her legs. It was touching and dedeando as I saw how he had left me, licking her fingers thoroughly until clean. When finished, Jimena was repositioned blouse and kissed me and then say, “Is not want to repeat? The other you go you “and left the bathroom to continue in the party. I dressed almost immediately. The dizziness was gone again and thought I could do now, I could not return to my colleagues that would begin to wonder where I walked. I left the bathroom and left the den to go home to my house alone. On the way I thought everyone knew what Jimena and I had done and every time my gaze crossed with that of some passerby who told me I imagined it was so fucking horny and had been the scene with Jimena. By the time I returned home, I started thinking about what he told me at the end. Was it only because of the unknown or women really loved me or loved me just Jimena? He had to find out. Currently, Jimena is now in college, I’m in the last year of school and I suspect that when you enter the next level will be possible to match again.