Free Ethans Fal by Dee Palmer Page B

best impression of Mufasa, but other times he would touch my face like he just couldn’t help himself. God, he drove me insane. I would practically dry hump him raw when we fell asleep entwined, I was so horny, but he was the perfect gentleman. I hated him a little bit for keeping me waiting.
    I stayed at Helli’s a lot in that summer, not that my parents would cared. That isn’t a woe is me, neglected child thing, by the way. It’s just how it was and it wasn’t just me; many of my friends lived independent lives from their early teens on.
    Anyway, my sixteenth birthday we were in the beer garden of the village pub, music was playing, and I’d had a little to drink, not much, but I was dancing like no one was watching. Actually, dancing like my father wasn’t watching. He had dreams of his little princess becoming a ballerina, but I started to get some curves at thirteen, and then the boob fairy came and classic dance as a career was out of the window. I knew he would never let me do any other type of dancing, so any routine I had learned was from watching music videos, or with Heli taking the lead. I could slut drop like a Pussy Cat Doll and I loved it. Helli came to join me and shouted in my ear that Cal had been looking at me all night with ‘fuck me’ eyes, she air quoted. I shouted back, ‘So what? That was all he was ever going to do, fuck me with his eyes!’ Helli fell into me in a fit of giggles and when I looked up, Cal was walking toward me. His fierce glare seared me to the spot. He was so fucking hot I couldn’t breathe. He stepped up to me and pulled me hard against his body. His mouth swooped down to cover mine, swallowing any sounds I might have made. My pulse raced and I was burning up from the tips of my toes to the tip of my tongue. The same tongue that now danced eagerly with his. He broke the kiss and I buckled a little at his absence, but he scooped me into his arms and strode off into the night….Seriously, Joan, how fucking hot is that for the start of your ‘first time’, hmm?” I twist my head and laugh, because she just mock fans herself then nods for me to continue.
    “Well, he carried me back to his car and we drove around for a little while until he pulled up at a tiny cottage. He never said a word but took my hand, lead me into the house and up the stairs to the bedroom. I honestly can’t remember a thing about the room, my heart was racing so hard. All I could feel was him.
    “The soft lighting was warm, but I was on fire as he carefully peeled my T-shirt over my head. His fingertips skimmed my tummy, and my skin scorched from the contact. He popped the button on my jeans and dropped to his knees, pulling them down my legs as he went. I stepped out my pumps and pants. He sat back on his haunches and gazed up at me. His long lashes failing to hide his desire. I trembled. I mean I was shaking; legs, hands everything, and he looked so calm. He drew his button down shirt over his head and knelt up running his large hands up my thighs. He slipped his fingers under my panties at the back and grabbed a fistful of my arse cheek. Groaning and pulling me flush against his naked chest. I felt alive with lust and need. He inhaled deeply before standing and stripping naked. I was still in my bra and panties, and I remember feeling more exposed because he was confidently naked. He took my hand and placed it on his rock hard erection; the soft strength and heat surprised me and the size worried me. He told me that this feeling–squeezing my hand over his cock–it wasn’t love. I remember my heart breaking a little. He said this hunger, the desire we shared was lust and should never be confused with love. The feeling was merely our bodies telling us we ache with passion and fire, we crave release, and we should never deny this base and natural need. I swallowed the hurt, because I did feel the desire but I also felt so much more. I kept it inside with a deep breath because I wanted him so