Tips ? Wilkinson

Estelle Parker♕

Tuesday, 8:36am:

The stairs creak as I step on them, not a scary creak, a homely one. Pictures line the wall, leading their way up the stairs, pictures of the family who owns this house, the Wilkinson family.

Sammy and I are skipping school, I'm not sure what the possibilities are of us two taking part in some sexual contact, but what I am sure about is not having sex with him. Not just yet, we're not even together.

For the first time ever, Sam opens his bedroom door for me and allows me in. I am standing in Sam Wilkinson's bedroom, not a lot of girls have had his experience to brag about in school. According to him, he never fucks in his own house - always the girl's.

And the thought of him and another girl makes me mad.

"Welcome to my humble abode." He chuckles awkwardly, granting me access to take a look around his spacious bedroom.

The walls are white, the only bright colours in this room come from the Bob Marley posters on his wall, what a fanboy. There's a computer desk across from his plain black bed, an Xbox and computer tower just below it with a wide screen TV on his wall above his computer screen. A gamer's heaven.

The rest is plain and almost boring - boyish in fact - he kicks his shoes off and begins unbuttoning his black jeans. I watch in the reflection of his picture frame, containing a picture of him and his group of fuckboy friends. He smirks whilst pushing his jeans down to his ankles, knowing that I'm watching and I continue to, carefree. "Would you like me to put on a show?" He asks, I turn around with a suggestive smirk on my lips.

"That would be great." I nod, leaning against his dresser with my bottom lip captured between my teeth. He kicks his jeans away and walks over to me in just his t-shirt and boxers, his socks too, to guide me over to his bed and push me down onto it. I squeal.

"Damn." I giggle, he wiggles his eyebrow and grabs my hands, he guides them beneath his t-shirt and makes me stroke his toned stomach, he hasn't got abs but the muscles are definitely there.

Finally, he tugs the back of his t-shirt over his head and reveals his tight torso. I bite my lip, giggling as I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him as close to me as I can which results in him falling on top of me. We both laugh, rolling over in eachother's arms so I can sit up and straddle his waist.

"Would you like a show?" I ask, he nods whilst biting his lip.

Slowly, I grab the hem of my sweater and lift it, giggling when I feel Sam's hands on my hips before I had even lifted the material over my head. "Hm, what should I take off next?" I ask, referring to my socks and shorts, he laughs and unbuttons my denim shorts for me.

I shuffle off him, laying down beside him so I can pull off my shorts. He stands and lifts my legs, taking off my socks, before kissing my leg and walking over to his closet. Thank God I shaved my legs recently.

"Which colour do you want? I got red, black, white, grey and green." He asks, his back muscles flexing as he flicks through his clothes.

"Um, what colour do you think would look best on me?" I giggle, twirling my lavender hair around my finger.

"None, you look best in nothing but seeing as I won't be able to keep my hands to myself if you're in nothing, I suggest grey." He chuckles, tossing me a grey t-shirt of his.

I slip it over my head and pull it down, laughing when the supposedly short sleeves reach mid forearm. "You're really big."

He wiggles his eyebrows at me and walks over to me, cupping my face gently. "Of course you would know that." He chuckles, I roll my eyes and back away to lay down on his bed.

1:21pm:

We literally haven't moved, only to collect snacks from the kitchen and to go to the bathroom. Nothing has happened, just cuddling whilst watching old black and white movies. The classics.

"Baby girl," Sammy whispers, I look over my shoulder at him. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." I nod, playing with his fingers whilst his arm is laid over my waist.

"Are you a virgin?" He asks, I blush and laugh, burying my face in the pillow beside my head. He laughs too, pushing my hair out of the way to see the side of my face. "Don't be embarrassed baby girl, are you?"

"Yes." I say, my voice muffled.

He rolls me back over onto my side and kisses the back of my head. "Good."

"How is that good? I'm eighteen and still a virgin." I admit shyly.

His hand travels from my hip, creeping into my panties, I inhale a sharp intake of breath as his fingers dance on my skin. "Because nobody else has touched you like this, nobody has seen you do the things you've done in front of me, nobody." He whispers, I gulp.

"I've gave somebody head but that's the most I've done, not with you of course." I blush, clenching my hand around his arm as his fingers make their way to my clit and begin stroking it.

"Who?" He asks softly, I bite my lip as his fingers move in circles against my sensitive little nub.

"A-A guy from sc-school-"

"What's his name?" He asks, moving his fingers down to my moist entrance.

"K-Kyle Anderson." I answer, reaching back to run my fingers through his hair at the back of his head.

"Well you're all mine now, the only guy you'll be giving head to is me, the only guy who can make you feel this good is me, any questions?" He asks, sliding two fingers into me, I spread my legs a little more.

"Does the same go for you?" I ask, he chuckles and kisses the shell of my ear.

"Of course baby girl, of course." He says as I moan.

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