First Time

He looked at the girl who he layed beside as memories of his first time came rushing back to him.

He had gone to a club everyone had been raving on about.

He had been nervous, very nervous actually.

But then he saw her, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

He had thought he didn't have a chance, but one look at her smile and he knew he couldn't let her slip from his fingers. 

She was about to leave from the back door. He stood up, brushed himself off and got ready to face her.

Before he could even process it, they were in his car.

He didn't want his first time to be in the back of his car, so he took her home.

He knew he'd take it slow, cherish the moment.

He took her to his house, a few blocks away.

He left the lights on, he wanted to see her. He was pleased with his decision when he saw her face again. 

Every expression of hers was fascinating. It kept changing. It was different when he took her clothes off, it changed again when he touched her flesh.

Oh how it had felt to touch her, to feel her.

Moments later, her liquids were all over him. The way his wet hands glistened was something that enticed him.

He took it slow, made sure that every minute of that night would remain engraved in his memory. He savoured every moment, every thrust, every movement.

After a while the deed was done. He layed beside her as he admired her.

He smiled, it had been so much better than he'd thought it would be. In fact, he had never felt such an intense amount of pleasure until that night.

It was a little sloppy, but it had been his first time after all.

He couldn't wait to do it again.

He couldn't wait to kill again.

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