The Homecoming

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“Kate, I’m gonna cum…” I kept my eye contact with Danny as I continued to take him all the way into my mouth. I guessed he was giving me a get out- this being my first blow-job- but I was determined to see it through. I gripped his shaft a little tighter, my tongue rolling over the head of his prick before my lips closed over the head and swallowed him again. His hips twitched and an almost strangled sound left his throat. I felt the first burst of cum hit the roof of my mouth, my eyes widened in surprise. There was a lot, and he was still cumming. I swallowed, not knowing what else to do. I eased my grip on him, gently squeezing out the creamy fluid until it seemed he’d finished. Some of the rigidity left his cock. “Tastes like chocolate,” I smiled at him, remembering the soufflé he’d made for pudding. I looked down at him, giggling at the sight of him, lying on my couch with his trousers and pants pulled down. He leaned down, pulling me to him, kissing me hard on the lips. Danny was my first, and only, crush. When I was 15 I’d got a part-time job washing up in a restaurant, along with my best friend, Louise. I’d just started to develop as a woman, and the guys there had been pretty crude to the two of us, lots of dirty jokes and trying it on. Danny ankara escort had stepped in and put them in their place, he was the head chef, even though he was only twenty one. He’d kept an eye on us both, but I always felt he was more protective of me. Danny had been head-hunted by another restaurant in another town, which broke my heart. We’d kept in touch, but I’d kept my silly girl crush these past seven years. At the age of twenty two I was still a virgin. I’d just never found another ‘Danny’, I guess. I was in town when I’d seen him, walking on the high street. I’d shouted his name, and he’d turned, his face breaking into a huge smile when he saw it was me. I’d run to him, giving him a huge hug and a kiss. He held my hands in his, looking me up and down, remarking on how much I’d changed. I’d lost my puppy fat, my long blonde hair no longer greasy, my teenage acne had cleared. His eyes danced as we chatted. I asked him to get a coffee, but he told me he had an interview and was running late. I gave him my address and insisted he stop by for a catch up and something to eat. He’d readily agreed. I’d spent the remainder of the day getting ready, buying food, treating myself to some new underwear I could ill afford, and pampering myself ankara escort bayan in the bath. So, at seven Danny had knocked on the door, and over food and wine we’d caught up. He insisted on cooking me a chocolate soufflé and I’d sat watching him work, dreaming of his hands on me. The interview had gone well, a major chain of high street restaurants wanted him to be their chief buyer, even though he had no experience his reputation made him their only choice. He’d accepted the job on the spot, and the job meant a move back to the town. Danny had talked excitedly about the prospect of moving back. I listened, rapt in his voice. He asked me if I’d help him find a flat to rent until he could get something more permanent. “You could move in here with me.” The words tumbled out. I felt myself reddening. Danny had looked at me quizzically. “I guess I could, for a while. I’m not a big fan of sleeping on couches,” he looked at my battered two seater. “Besides, I’m sure your boyfriend won’t be too happy…” he left the sentence hanging. I busied myself clearing up, making a fuss of washing up, trying to defuse the situation. Danny had dried the washed plates and cutlery, his closeness making me yearn for him even more. Danny must have sensed escort ankara something was amiss. Eventually, he took my hand and sat me on the couch, poured me a glass of wine, and asked me what was wrong. I blurted it out, too much wine and my silly hormones. I told him my feelings, how happy I was to see him, how much him being back in town meant, and how I didn’t want to lose him. He sat, listened, his arms on his knees, hands clasped together. “There is no boyfriend,” I told him, “there never has been…” He looked at me, not quite understanding. “I love you, Danny, I always have.” His eyes widened, a look of realisation finally falling over his face. “I’m a bit slow sometimes,” he said. “I didn’t realise you felt that way…” “I’ll understand if you want to leave. I’ve put you on the spot…” I started. He leaned forward, silencing me with a kiss. “Why would I want to leave, Kate? I feel the same; I just never had the courage to tell you. “ We kissed, long and passionately. He asked if the offer to stay was still open. “Of course it is, I meant it. There’s only one bed though…” I laughed. “We’ll only need one.”. We continued to kiss, his arms around me. My hands on his chest. I shifted, feeling his erection pressing against my hip. I dropped my hand, feeling him through the fabric of his trousers. He gasped a little. Confession time. I broke our kiss. I told him I was a virgin, I told him I’d kissed but never gone any further. He took my hands in his. “Kate, we can go as slowly as you want.

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