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I nodded. I wasn’t sure I still had the ability to speak.

Luckily, that was the last thing either of us said to each other that night. She took me by the hand as we made our way up to her bedroom, and as soon as we were through the door she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down into another kiss. This time, she slipped her tongue into my mouth and our tongues danced together as we stood there in each other’s arms.

After a while, I was vaguely aware of Charley’s hand tracing down my chest, into my pants, and wrapping her hand around my slowly hardening cock. I breathed out hard through my nose and pulled her in closer, hugging her tightly as she coaxed my erection to life.

Still holding her, I slowly walked us over to her bed and eased Charley onto her back, never breaking the kiss once. It was only once I was nearly at full mast that I reluctantly pulled away and began taking my clothes off. Charley followed my lead, and I watched in awe as she revealed her exquisite naked form, lit only by streams of moonlight coming in through her bedroom window. It was like something out of a fairytale.

Once we were both fully naked, I crawled back on top and gently cupped her vagina, prepared to return her favor from before, only to find that she was already soaking. I gently rubbed my shaft up and down on her sopping wet pussy lips, lubing up my cock with her juices, before lining it up at her opening.

Charley shivered silently in anticipation, and we both stared, mesmerized, down at the place we were about to be joined. Finally, with her tight hole kissing the glans of my dick, I leaned forward and began to enter her.

As I slowly slid my way inside her, Charley’s pussy seemed to mold around my shaft, almost like it was welcoming me home. All this had started just over a month ago, and yet by now I felt like I knew her body like the back of my hand.

I was almost taken aback at how hot her pussy was. It was furnace down there; the copious amounts of juices she was producing the only thing tempering the flames. Her inner walls felt like liquid velvet, and I savored every single sensation as I glided in and out of her channel.

I don’t know how my dick felt to her, but my face at least felt like it was on fire. Somehow this was the most intense sex we’d ever had, and that was saying something considering it was only last week that she’d deepthroated me and yelled at me to show me how much I loved my ‘big sister’ by coming inside her.

Charley looked almost angelic, her blonde hair pooling around her on the pillow, face flushed and mouth slightly agape. I had no idea how I’d ever felt guilty about wanting this. How could something this amazing be wrong?

I leaned down and kissed her deeply, my tongue gently probing her mouth, tasting her. Charley kissed me back earnestly and let out a quiet moan into my mouth as she reached up to weave her fingers through my hair. In this moment nothing had ever felt so right.

With no parents in the next room, no guilt, no dirty talk, I was able to notice a million things I’d never paid attention to before. The way she let out a shuddering breath as I kissed softly down her neck; her impossibly soft yet toned body, as I traced my fingers all the way up and down her breasts, waist and legs; her soft whimpers, low groans, gentle panting – every single exquisite sound of pleasure she let loose as I rocked my hips and entered her time and time again.

I took every single detail in. Knowing I was doing this to her gave me satisfaction like nothing else. I honestly had no idea how long this had lasted – it could have been a minute or an hour. But just like that, I could feel that she was bringing me to the brink of orgasm.

We locked eyes, and it was like we had a telepathic connection. Our bodies tensed in concert with each other, and I breathed out hard as I pushed as deep inside her as I possibly could, trying to connect with her as much as physically possible. She whimpered and started trembling as her pussy clenched down on my cock, and I began shooting every bit of cum I could muster inside her. Trying to give everything I had to this girl I had wanted for twelve excruciatingly long years.

Once I was done, the exhaustion hit like a ton of bricks. I closed my eyes and leaned down to rest my forehead against hers, and she gave a little sigh. My penis, still lodged to the hilt inside her, was already starting to slowly soften, but I couldn’t bear to separate from her just yet.

As such, we stayed like that for a good while. It was only when I could genuinely feel that I was about to drift off to sleep that I finally dislodged my fully soft cock from her pussy, and rolled off her to the side.

Charley’s arm followed me, reaching across my bare chest as she maneuvered herself over to rest her head on my chest. At the time, I didn’t even register that this was the first time we had actually slept together after … well, sleeping together.

It had been a long day. And with the familiar scent of Charley’s vanilla shampoo, and the feeling of her light, hot breath on my chest, it felt like only moments before I was drifting off into sleep.

*****

“Hey.”

I slowly opened my eyes, to see Charley smiling down at me from beside the bed. I’d been having a vivid dream, but as soon as I saw her, I forgot all about it.

“Charley? What … oh.” I noticed she was fully dressed.

“I’m heading out to meet up with Abigail again now,” she said. “Just wanted to let you know so you didn’t wake up to an empty bed and wonder if I’d been kidnapped or something. Also, I’m pretty sure Mum and Dad will be back pretty soon, and it wouldn’t be a good idea to still be naked in here when they arrive.”

“Oh … yeah.” As I shook of the sleep, the feelings of last night were starting to come back to me. Were we going to talk about it? Was it even something that we needed to discuss? I mean, put simply we’d just watched a movie, kissed and then slept together, which was nothing new.

But it felt different. Not even close to how it was usually. Surely Charley knew that as well.

I fumbled around for my clothes and started pulling them back on, groaning as the glare of the sun through her bedroom window hit me right in the eyes.

She chuckled. “Paying for your sins of last night?”

“Charlotte Kim, comedian,” I muttered.

Unfortunately, I studied her as I continued getting dressed, and her cheery grin betrayed nothing. She was just the same girl as ever.

Once I was fully clothed, I clambered out of Charley’s bed and made my way out of her room. I was seriously beginning to think it was just all in my head – a product of bountiful Wetherspoons pints and nostalgic romance movies. “See you later. Have fun with Abigail.”

But just before I left, she called out from behind me. “Hey, wait!” I stopped and she rushed up behind me. “I’m busy the next few days, but do you want to come over to mine next Friday?”

I smiled. “Sounds good. You know I don’t exactly have a packed schedule, Charley.”

She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me quickly. “Cool. See you then!”

I stared at her, dumbfounded, as she brushed past me and skipped down the stairs on her way out. What the hell was that!?

It was probably just my imagination, but it almost felt like my lips were tingling, like Charley had zapped me with an electric current when she kissed me.

We’d kissed before, obviously – quite a lot at this point. But always before or during sex, lust-fueled, hot and heavy. Even last night, with how tender it had been down there on the couch, it had been a precursor to something.

It had never been like this: so casual, so offhand, so light. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was somehow having more of an effect on me than anything else we’d done before.

I trudged into my room and sat down heavily on my bed. I had this warm feeling in my chest, and I really wasn’t sure it was a good thing. Surely I was right about last night.

Something had changed. And looking back, it’s pretty clear that this was the moment our arrangement began to fall apart.