It's now Friday and finally Thendo had time for me! He was busy helping "Miss Universe" settle in during the week and didn't even have time for me. I got a text from him telling me he's home alone and i decided to go visit him. I made my way to the palace and before i could even greet him he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer and embraced me.
We kissed so passionately that our souls made love before our clothes hit the floor. We were now in the kitchen at his very modern vogue house. He placed his arms on my rare end and placed me gently on the counter top. His lips were all over my neck and he slowly spread my legs wide open. I know i should stop him but i was under his spell and didn't have any control over my body. Thendo touched my body in places i didn't even know existed. The feeling i felt when i kissed Thendo at the riverside was coming back but this time it was more intense, it sent adrenaline rushing all through my veins, my heart skipped multiple beats and my feet were tingling. His hands were now rubbing on my inner thigh and my cookie was throbbing. I made a vow to my mother that i would never let a boy touch me until my wedding night but all of that didn't matter now. I closed my eyes for a moment and when i opened them i was lying on my back on his bed. He unbuttoned my school shirt slowly and unfastened my bra with just one hand. He touched my bare breasts carefully and carassed them slowly sending goosebumps all over my body. Then he unzipped my skirt and removed my underwear with his mouth. He began kissing me "there" and i let out soft moans. He didn't insert his penis just yet, instead he layed his body on mine and started kissing my neck again. Our bodies intertwined and our souls were one. We were floating on clouds with Aretha Franklin's Natural woman playing softly in the background. Nothing else mattered in that moment for now we were one. Toe curling, moaning, panting and sweating were the name of the game. Even without penetration he made me feel like a woman, my body was his canvas and he was the artist. Leaving no bit of it untouched. I guess it's true when they say the best fruit are always forbidden....