After my cousin left, Marivik became sad realizing he had only used her and wouldn't return. I took advantage of that moment to get closer to her and gain her trust. We lived near the beach, and on clear nights, the sky offered an incredible view of the stars. I would take her to the balcony to contemplate the stars together. Although it was a bit cheesy, it was real. I remember she would hint at wanting me to kiss her by saying things like my lips are itching. I wasn't sure if it was a direct invitation, and I feared making a mistake, so I never kissed her during those moments, although the night seemed suitable for it.
Several times Marivik and I went up to the roof to talk and look at the stars. Until one night, when everyone was asleep, we were alone. The house was big, and at night, there were many places to hide. My uncle had a warehouse full of merchandise, and that night I decided to confess my feelings to Marivik. I told her I liked her, and without many words, just action, we got lost among the merchandise in the warehouse.
I remember the place was dark, with humid air and the smell of stored goods. The tension was palpable, and my heart was beating strongly. In a corner of the warehouse, surrounded by boxes and shelves, our bodies met. That's where we had our first intimate encounter, which was also my first time. I remember the warm sensation of her vagina, how it got wet, and the adrenaline of being in such a risky place, right next to my uncle's bedroom window.
Despite my inexperience, the experience was incredible. Every movement, every whisper, everything seemed to intensify in the darkness of the warehouse. Marivik would softly moan, which increased my excitement. The mix of fear and desire made everything more intense and pleasurable, after we reached climax, all of us exhausted from such a tasty act, we looked at each other without saying anything, as if telepathically. We would have been saying everything to each other. I understood that I had to finish and ejaculate outside of her vagina, although I knew that wouldn't be effective if she was ovulating. After the act, I felt like maybe I had done something wrong because Marivik didn't talk to me much after that. She was just there, in silence.
Later, when we left the cellar, we went back out onto the patio. The sky was still clear, but now there was a new tension between us. I worried about having crossed a line, but at the same time, I felt an odd satisfaction. Marivik was looking at me differently, but she wasn't saying anything. That night, while we were gazing up at the stars, I realized that something had changed between us.
In the days that followed, our relationship became closer, although the silence from that night in the cellar still weighed on my mind. Marivik and I shared more moments together, and although we never talked openly about what happened, there was always a special connection between us.
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Several times Marivik and I went up to the roof to talk and look at the stars. Until one night, when everyone was asleep, we were alone. The house was big, and at night, there were many places to hide. My uncle had a warehouse full of merchandise, and that night I decided to confess my feelings to Marivik. I told her I liked her, and without many words, just action, we got lost among the merchandise in the warehouse.
I remember the place was dark, with humid air and the smell of stored goods. The tension was palpable, and my heart was beating strongly. In a corner of the warehouse, surrounded by boxes and shelves, our bodies met. That's where we had our first intimate encounter, which was also my first time. I remember the warm sensation of her vagina, how it got wet, and the adrenaline of being in such a risky place, right next to my uncle's bedroom window.
Despite my inexperience, the experience was incredible. Every movement, every whisper, everything seemed to intensify in the darkness of the warehouse. Marivik would softly moan, which increased my excitement. The mix of fear and desire made everything more intense and pleasurable, after we reached climax, all of us exhausted from such a tasty act, we looked at each other without saying anything, as if telepathically. We would have been saying everything to each other. I understood that I had to finish and ejaculate outside of her vagina, although I knew that wouldn't be effective if she was ovulating. After the act, I felt like maybe I had done something wrong because Marivik didn't talk to me much after that. She was just there, in silence.
Later, when we left the cellar, we went back out onto the patio. The sky was still clear, but now there was a new tension between us. I worried about having crossed a line, but at the same time, I felt an odd satisfaction. Marivik was looking at me differently, but she wasn't saying anything. That night, while we were gazing up at the stars, I realized that something had changed between us.
In the days that followed, our relationship became closer, although the silence from that night in the cellar still weighed on my mind. Marivik and I shared more moments together, and although we never talked openly about what happened, there was always a special connection between us.
If you're enjoying my story, follow me and give me points to keep in mind so I can continue with part three ahead of time. Thanks for reading the first chapter here it is: https://m.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5565072/Marivik-Mi-primera-novia-pt1.html
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