Thread: Culture Clash (DaddyIsHere and TerraFirma)

It was the smile that got me. There was something there in her smile. Even through my hangover-haze, I just knew that she was sending me a sign. The other thing that got me, the blush. I call it the brown girl blush . It takes a while to get used to it, but once you know it, you can still see it. She was blushing furiously. It's weird I know, but I really want...you know...the full college experience. Click to expand... I didn't care if she was serious or not about me hooking her up with someone else. I'd just spent the night with her, I'd slept in the same bed as her. I was in... well, I was in something . I sure as hell wasn't going to set her up with someone else... at least not before taking my shot, and this seemed like the best opportunity I was ever going to get. Here's a silly thing, I worried about puke breath. I was going to try and kiss Ambreen and I didn't want it to be gross. The, I did a mental inventory and remembered that she'd had me brush my teeth the night before and I hadn't thrown up since then. So, I had morning breath, and so did she. I know just the guy, Ambreen, I said quite seriously. You do? Yep, I said. His name is Max Hansen. Oh, she said. Then her big eyes opened even wider. But Max, that's you... you said I was like your sister. Did I? I said. Well, maybe I did, but that's because you were taking care of me in a way that a sister might. So, you want to hook up, huh? I uh... yes, she stammered. I mean, no... I mean...that was a stupid thing to say. Ambreen, come here, I said. No, Max, I... I said, come here, I said in a more stern voice. She responded to that tone surprisingly. She lowered her eyes from mine and came right over to sit on the bed in the spot I had patted with my hand. Wonderful Ambreen, I said. I've wanted to kiss you since the very first day I saw you in your parents' restaurant. I've dreamed about it for over a year now. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Now kiss, me, and make one of my dreams come true. I leaned in and cradled her face with my hand, pulling her closer to me and putting my other arm around her shoulder. I'm not exaggerating when I say that when our lips met, I almost fainted. I was so lightheaded I was actually lucky I was holding on to her or I might have just fallen off the bed and fainted. It was a simple, but intense kiss. My lips parted, her lips parted and we just melded together. I finally pulled back from the kiss. We both sat there for about five seconds, stunned with our eyes closed. Ambreen, I whispered. Did you... did you feel that too? She nodded, doing this cute thing where she bites her lip just a bit. I pulled her closer to me and we really started making out. We stayed sitting, making out with each other for the longest time. I think both of us realizing that once we moved to a lying down position it would imply... more might happen. We did move there, though, and words can't do justice to how overwhelming it all felt. I was on top of her for a while and even though my cock was a very 'tangible' thing in between us, I really didn't start grinding right away. I was too overwhelmed with everything else. My hands began to roam and I touched her wonderful body all over. I wanted desperately to touch her breasts again and I was on the edge of asking her if I could. Then I remembered the advice of a friend of mine who had a little more experience. He wasn't exactly a kiss-and-tell sort of guy, but he had given me few pointers just in case. You don't ask about that, he said. When it comes time for that, you either do your you don't... she'll let you know if the answer is 'don't'. So, my left hand slid up over her shirt and onto her breast. As a guy, I can say there is nothing like that feeling in the world. The first time you feel a woman's breast in your hand. Yeah, I'd kind of unconsciously copped a feel the night before, but this was real. I was kissing her and I was caressing her breast... and she didn't stop me. I think I was doing something right, too, because she started to breathe a little quicker and give out little moans as I did. Especially when I moved to her nipple and started pinching it gently through the fabric of her T-shirt, I knew I had had 'touched a nerve'. She kissed me even harder then, and her breath was coming in deep, passionate almost-gasps. I can't remember exactly when, but at some point she pulled off my shirt and started kissing me all over well, above the waist. She kissed her way down my neck and onto my chest. It was my turn to moan when she found my nipples and she started teasing me, flicking her beautiful tongue back and forth. Eventually, we rolled over and she was on top. Her legs were straddling one of mine and that's when the grinding really began. I was grinding my cock up against her thigh and she was rolling herself up and down against my leg. We were both moaning into each others' mouths as we kept kissing... and our tongues were now dancing back and forth with each other. My hands were on her back and they soon found their way under her shirt. Her skin was SO smooth and so wonderful I could have just caressed her back for the rest of the morning. But I didn't. My hands worked their way further and further up. Then they worked their way to her sides. She jumped a little bit and I looked into her eyes out of concern that I'd gone to far, but she was smiling. It tickles, that's all, she murmured. I worked my way up a little further, more carefully, and my hands were soon brushing the sides of her breasts. She caught her breath moaned, grinding herself into my leg even harder. I paused there, and I pulled my hands from under her shirt and lifted her face up away from mine. I did ask, then. Ambreen, you have no idea how much I would love to see you without that shirt on. I'll let her tell you her response and what happened next.