´╗┐American Girl

All characters in sexual situations are over the age of 18 years. </ I>

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Chapter 1 </ strong>

Rafia Saad rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. Looking down on a quiet residential street, feeling nervous, awkward. If pink and purple sky offered a harbinger of the night to come, Rafia ignored her, hoping instead of just a little relief from the sticky summer heat. She smoothed light cotton fabric of her new dress party: festive lime print skirt that fell just above her knees. Despite its modest cut, Rafia father - a wiry man with shiny brown head - is clicked his tongue disapprovingly as she left the house. Rafia care. The party knew that was her big debut with the other girls from Roosevelt College. She wanted to look her best. Perfect.

Rafia rang again.

She could hear faint music coming from the house. Looking at his reflection in the glass door when he threw a tangle of long, dark hair from her shoulder, licked his dry lips. Under Rafia dress wearing sheer black panties, a single piece of racy outfits she owned. She was one prized possession, enjoyment hid the secret from his father. She imagined later in the evening raised hem ever so slightly so that the data could get a glimpse of what she wore underneath.

The door suddenly swung open and loud house music spilled out onto the porch together with Veronica Smith, one of the most popular girls at Roosevelt. Veronica Rafia invited to a party, even promised to set it up using one of the local boys from the university football team. For a new girl in town, Rafia is considered very lucky.

"Rafia" Said Veronica, arms outstretched, a large plastic cup on one side.

Rafia kissed gently on the neck. He leaned back and give Rafia assessment looks, Veronica pursed her lips and smiled. She intensity about her that both intimidated and intrigued Rafia.

"You look great," said Veronika. "The color of this dress looks amazing with your skin,"

She held the storm door open with his foot, nodded to Rafia follow. "Come in, come in," said Veronika. Rafia smiled and walked into the house.

Part of what Rafia intimidated about Veronica is her incredible beauty: green eyes, creamy skin, high cheekbones. Her dark hair was straight and shiny, unlike Rafia own hair, which was wild and tangled and always needed some attention. A part of them was Veronica amount of trust. Her father was wealthy, probably accounted for a large part of their self-esteem. Roosevelt was also the queen of this year, and - as Veronica herself likes to point out - was at university cheerleading since she was a freshman. Not only do they always get what she wants, she always get the best of everything. Veronica is, Rafia thought, classic American girl - sexy, popular and assertive.

"Rafia's here!" Veronica announced at the party.

When Rafia marched into the kitchen, the girls smiled and nodded toward Rafia. The boys were gone grouped in small groups of their own. Rafia knew that most of their faces, if not all of their names.

"You want something to drink?" She asked Veronica.

Without waiting for an answer, Veronica took excessive red plastic cup and filled it with punch. "Always make your own drinks," Veronica said in a low, conspiratorial voice. Rafia said, reaching for the cup.

She sipped her drink, fruity blend with the addition of liquor. He suddenly shot was too strong for her, Rafia hide resentment. Better nurse a drink, rather than risk insulting the host.

"I'm going to find Logan," said Veronika. "You had to like it nice -.! So excited to meet you"

Logan Reese was a footballer Veronica promised to introduce Rafia. Attractive guy had a barrel chest and a large head, which was based on his strong shoulders like an inverted bucket. Rafia has decided that - if they had the opportunity - she would sleep with him late at night. This means that if I'll have. If you would like to have sex with her, a freshman girl Roosevelt's new. She imagined it would, and her body trembled with deliberate expectations. For Rafia, it seemed that all American boys were eager to sleep with most every girl. Similarly, all the girls seemed quite forcing yourself.

Veronica appeared in a crowded kitchen, this time towing Logan for it along with his own friend, Chet Morris.

"Rafia," said Chet. Taking Rafia hand in both his own, Chet smiled a winning smile.

He was the first quarterback for Roosevelt's championship football team, Yellow Devils, and it seemed to be perfect for Veronica: strong chin, well muscled, outgoing, exuberant personality. He made small talk about the chances of the school on the grid this season, renews his drink, then stood and drank. Logan, on the other hand, did not seem to have much to say. Rafia talked to three of them and carefully sipped own drinks, and finally, Logan, at the urging of Veronica, took Rafia into the living room to dance.

He pointed to Rafia lead the way, followed by Logan in tow. He put his hands lightly on his shoulders, led her to the center of the room, where other couples were dancing. Curious boy, Logan always ducks his head shyly before meeting Rafia eyes with his own.

Rafia and Logan danced with half a dozen other boys and girls. Logan seemed to have even less say in the living room. Rafia wondering if he found her attractive. I thought if I could find their way into one another's arms later in the evening. But it seemed quite attentive and volume of the music from speaking and Rafia decided to be grateful for what came way tonight. She held her drink and nodded to couples Logan introduced her.

Logan wore a blond spiky hair clipped. There was the color of his face, maybe from the heat of all bodies in the room, and his brow grew damp exertion dance. Rafia wanted to run her fingers over the short stubble on his head.

When Logan finally leaned to her ear and suggested that they go up, smiled and took his hand, eagerly nodded her agreement.

Rafia has been shrinking virgin herself. She loved to be petted, especially between the legs. When the time came, the boys loved straddling thighs, hips and crotch grinding against it until she came. She knew how to use her mouth and hands to meet the date. She managed to obtain membrane and already had sexual intercourse once, even if it was a big disappointment. Quick and before she knew it. She longed for satisfying sexual experience, partner with courage, who would not fade.

As he climbed the stairs behind Logan, Rafia other girls enjoyed a glittering eyes and whispering to each other. Similarly, one or two boys slyly popped their chins at Logan or offered shaking his fist encouragement.

Rafia enjoyed the attention. I thought that everyone knew that soon will do with this popular boy. For Rafia understood what her father did not: It was all part of the American girl. You had to go up with the guys. She must be sexy and helpful. The girl had to be willing to give </ i> a bit.

In the upper room, Logan took Rafia is a drink from his hand and set it aside.

Ji firmly, pressed his tongue into her mouth, his hard cock before her side. Rafia sighed as she felt his body against her own. It was great between the legs. She smiled at him, longing to be with someone who is so confident, felt her own blood is growing rapidly.

Easy smile Logan wore most of the night he disappeared, replaced now by the look of grim determination. "Come on, darling," he whispered, his hand slid over her hips, then doubling back, slipping into the front of the gown, and deftly took her sex.

Rafia gasped.

She did not expect Logan to touch her so early there. She felt the moist texture of your panty rubbing against her sex. Her crotch was undeniably wet. She felt a little embarrassed that Logan has held the proof in her hands attraction for him, that he intends for the night.

"Hm," he said quietly eyeing. "Are you ready baby?"

"Peace, peace," said Rafia.

She laughed and pushed his hand between her legs. He nibbled on her neck and murmured, "You're going to love this baby."

Rafia wondered if Logan somehow forgot her name. She tried to remember if he called her by name even once in the evening. He did not say much, they can not be completely sure. She decided that he benefit of the doubt.

He massaged her breasts, and Rafia closed her eyes and purred. I touched the electric pleasure of physical attention from boys. He nibbled her earlobe, ran his hands down her back. Suddenly Logan took fistfuls of his DNA in his meaty hands and groaned deep in his throat, like an animal.

Rafia felt her dress riding on her hips and she moaned. Its rugged desert triggered something inside her, unmistakable taste of being with someone just like him, someone who is not afraid of sex, and who knows how to play. But his viselike grip hurt her. When she tried to wriggle out of his grasp, she managed to just ram his own weaknesses against his already hard cock. Rafia felt her dress over her hips rising on the back.

She wanted to tell Logan to slow down. I wanted to say that she loved him, that he could simply have. The fact that it does not have to be so rude. But it was useless. She could not get the words out fast enough, and he would not listen anyway. Her dress came over his head as he backed away from him, a gentle sigh falling from her lips.

Panting from exertion, Rafia found herself standing in the middle of the room, only her panties and bra. Blood struck in his ears.

For rhythm, nobody said anything.

Then Logan smiled and bowed his head - the same shy boy smile from earlier in the night - and Rafia felt a surge of relief. She laughed. She shook her head. The last thing she wanted to do anyway, was racing down wearing only her underwear.

Quickly recovering, she kicked off one of her shoes, then another.

Logan let clothes fall to the ground and then fell back on her, kissed her on the lips and neck and touched her breasts. To prevent him from tearing her bra, she quickly untied him and let her small breasts free.

He took one of her nipples between his fingers curled like a pebble. He backed her on a nearby couch, put it down, and then knelt between her legs. How clumsily pulled her underwear from her hips, Rafia heard fabric to give. She sighed with great disappointment. He ruined my favorite pants!

He unzipped his pants and lowered his fly. Rafia saw the head of his thick cock in his hand, and then at her. His weight pinned her on the couch, his hand groping between their bodies. Rafia smell of whiskey punch and mint aftershave. She felt the head of his penis press against her sex, and then filled. He was in it. She gasped aloud as much of the shock of being penetrated by accepting his full weight on her slender frame.

He pulled her hand and picked up on the elbows, and she found that she could move around a little bit. Hard strokes followed. Rafia between their bodies looked and saw a wet cock disappeared between her legs. His hands gripped his shoulders, his hot breath warmed her neck.

"Fuck, baby, fuck," he whispered.

Rafia wrapped her long legs around his body, his adoption. Horse riding him. She ran her hand across his torso, cotton fabric of his shirt. He held most of their clothes while she was naked underneath. Their unequal dress she felt vulnerable. Wanting to comfort his bare skin, she sent a hand up my ass as he could, grasping the bottom. On it went that way for the next few minutes.

Finally picked up, ground your penis into her and groaned. The wide expanse of chest over Rafia.

"Take it baby," he whispered in a throaty voice. "Take it!"

He turned mouth with lust, and screwed his eyes shut. And then collapsed. Sighed deeply. Rafia listened to his heavy breathing, feeling of sweaty head pressed against the side of her own.

Then Logan snorted. He chuckled.

He got up, made a shushing sound with his mouth and gently touched his fingertips to his lips Rafia. Snapping off a nearby lamp, he threw the room into total darkness.

Rafia grateful for the shadows.

I would choose myself. She felt aroused, but not saturated. How to lay there, he was aware that it moves around the room. She heard the door open, the sound of music and people down momentarily louder and louder, then disappear when the door closed quietly.

It was done. Not quite as expected, but things never seemed to happen the way you thought it would.

Her skin felt wet. His sweat, her own. As she lay there, she realized his cum leaking out of it. She hoped that he went to get a towel, and when she heard the door to the room opened again. Sound side, then a soft muffled thud door to your door. His return. Feet padding around in the dark. His feet.

Rafia like myself not </ i> to look at him, but it would be impossible to see in dim light as well. She wanted to have an impact on the role of the injured data. I tell him about how rough he was with her. If he really tore her sexy black panties? She felt angry. Thought to tell him her name - Rafia. He did not take another "baby" him for the rest of the night. American boys respected confidence.

But she did not want to be sharp. It is not a whore.

She raised her arms above her head and pressed her bottom into the couch. The tone was important. She felt the cool air on her damp armpits, enjoyed stretch her torso. He threw one of her slender legs over the arm of the couch.

He knelt around the couch, her hand on her belly. Rafia kept her gaze averted. Let him do some work to her attention.

His hand moved to his chest, massaging her nipples. Stretching her hand over her eyes, Rafia enjoyed the feeling of his fingertips on your body. He returned to make sure that I come tonight. This idea pleased her. Sure enough, Rafia felt his hand on her inner thigh. She licked her lips and tried to stay calm absolutely when it explored. Maybe he should use his tongue on her. When his light touch of her thighs, he moved to the hot spot between her legs, Rafia gave a soft moan. His thumb rubbed her clit. Gently rotate the hips, wanting more of his touch. He could feel her own desire assembly.

He took his hand and Rafia heard unbutton his fly, lower his pants. A lot of the boys had an appetite - there was one with stamina to match!

Rafia smiled and raised her knees to her chest. She opened herself wide, dedicated to him. He got it stays upright. Even when the mate role wounded data, Rafia held her hand over her eyes mostly to better focus on their own hard breathing, orgasm still erection into her body.

She listened to the wet sounds coming from between her legs when pumped his hips. His earlier deposit left her wet, slippery. His penis popped out of her and rubbed his fat head on his lips before sliding back inside. He put his hand on her back legs and pumped his hips to give up. Rafia felt her own urgent needs grow.

Then he leaned forward and put his warm lips on her nipples. She moaned loudly. He reached for it, Rafia got the shock of his life - a head full of soft curls, a slender body. It was not Logan!

She gasped for breath.

If it is recognized as a boy gasped in surprise, that let to. Rafia mind raced. Maybe there were other rooms on this floor, and here he was with his own data. Maybe he went to the bathroom, got involved and ended up in the wrong room. He stopped sucking her tits. His head was just inches from her own, but Rafia could not tell who was in the dim light. Rafia felt her stomach slippage, even though her body played with desire. Whoever it was, she willingly opened legs for him. Now he was in it. His hips lifting in and out. Fucking her. Filling it with his slippery penis.

What do you think Logan?

What to do? What to do? </ I> - Clicking on the boy's shoulder, say "? Sorry </ i>"

He lay still, Rafia listening to her own heavy breathing. The discovery of her sexual worth some power, but it also got the award - a boy he draws his penis between her legs - less he seemed to care. She was so very close to orgasm, her first during sex. Deliciously dirty idea took shape in his mind - Rafia decided to wait until after her own orgasm to reveal the boy made a mistake. Of course, by itself, to duly appalled by the effect, but only after they arrived. When dedicated to this process began, losing inhibitions and began to roll her little bottom and moans. Whine. Rafia rode the slippery fat penis between her legs. Suddenly the door burst open and loud house music filled the room with rich, driving beat.

The boy picked up the stiff armed on the couch and cried at the door big irritation: "Not finished yet!"

Rafia quickly looked to the door - before it was hastily pulled teeth - saw a small crowd of his head and shoulders, standing outside. The boy looked at her and continued to move between her legs. In the dim light, she could just make out his white teeth. He smiled at her.

"Logan?" Rafia said. She's really a question boy, but then immediately turned her head and called the same name at the door. "Logan!"

"It's down," the boy said quietly. "He can not hear you."

The boy slowed his thrusts. Now use the fine grinding the hips. "Logan does not matter," said the boy. He sighed softly and settled into a comfortable rhythm with his hips. Rafia considered new information.

Her mind raced.

No one said anything about a bit.

Then the boy quietly began restoring its attacks. Silently, then increasing the intensity and purpose. Rafia listened to his breathing grunting sound made couch as adopted his efforts. She realized that the door was a crowd line. Many boys. The boys are waiting to here inside.

To lose it. </ I>

Then the boy froze. He groaned loudly. A second time that night, the boy ground his penis between her legs, filling her with hot semen.

Rafia heard the door open and close, and someone else was in the room.

The light came on. Chet Morris stood and stared at her, his hand on the small lamp on the other end of the couch. Rafia turned his head and looked away. She felt embarrassed that Chet should see it this way - on the back, no clothes, having just completed sex with a boy who was not Logan. Her face heated with shame.

The boy looked at her quickly stood up, his wet penis still strong sway.

Rafia recognized him as Roy Talbot, of the senior class, who was also on the football team. He had big brown eyes and lean swimmer's body. Earlier this evening, Roy Logan introduced her, along with Roy date - Becky something or other -. One of the cheerleaders

Rafia hesitantly looked at Chet. He smiled warmly - without judgment - his confident movie star smile. Rafia cheeks burned. She regretted her decision to allow Roy to fuck her - it would have told him to stop, get out. She explained, but she did not know where to start. Everything happened so fast!

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