I wanted to tell you for a long time now, I wanted you to know and feel in your heart what I felt and knew in mine. From the day that I met you, I wouldn't say it was love at first site, but it was a static connection between me and you. From the moment you touched my hair I took your soul into mines. You are the reason I can’t wait to fall asleep at night, so that I may dream of you, sneaking into my bedroom window and you would make love to me over and over again. Each time was like the first time. The first time you touched me sensually, and whisper in my ear of dirty little secrets that you wanted to do to me. It was the first time you touched my hair and pulled it back off my shoulders. The first time you put that tape on in my radio that continuously played our song. The first time you dance slowly with me in my bedroom, and you slowly kissed the straps of my night-gown off of my shoulders. It was the first time you lured my face into yours kissing my caramel soft lips while slipping my night gown off onto the floor. It was the first time I said yes to you, told you I love you. It was the first time I would stand naked in front of you. The first time I had a boy in my room. It would the first time I had that heat between my legs for you, begging to be touched. The first time you told me don’t worry you’ll go slowly. It would be the first time you took your clothes off in front of me and laid me down in my bed, and told me to close my eyes. The first time you touched between my legs moving slowly up into the v shape of my body. It was the first time I told you don’t stop, and you didn't. It was the first time your fingers tips touched my clit and played with it all around, teasing the hell out of it. It was the first time that I got wet down there for you, and you slid your finger inside of me, making me gasp of excitement. It was the first time you felt inside of me with your finger, sliding it in and out watching me squirm as it was driving me wild, and you got excited as well watching me. It was the first time you said you wanted to taste me. It was the first time you put your head between my legs and licked me on the outside of my v.j., using your fingers to rub my g-spot as you stuck your tongue inside of me, causing my nails to dig into my head board of my bed. It was the first time I was no longer a little girl. It was the first time you came up for air, holding your dick in front of me stroking it showing me how long it was, getting it hard and ready. It was the first time you laid on top of me, kissing my lips once again. It was the first time you put your manhood inside of me, and I inhaled loudly of pleasure and pain all at the same time. It was the first time you grabbed my breast and sucked on my nipple as you pushed up inside of me, and then you continue to fuck me, each time being harder than the last time. It was the first time I grabbed on your ass and you stretched out my leg up in the air for a better position and more pleasure for the both of us. It was the first time I wanted to scream, but couldn’t for my mom was in the next room. It was the first time you told me to get on top, and I rode you like I was riding on a horse, like a dog in heat, like I’ve seen on TV late night, and after all of that it was the first time I felt my pussy beat like my heart and I came all over you. This was supposed to be our first time.