Ryan and I

Date: 8/5/2019

We were at my house, sitting in my mom’s room, talking about something I can’t remember. I don’t remember how, but basically we decided to have sex. He reclined back onto the couch and unbuckled his pants, which I took as an invitation to straddle him. He slid his hands up my thighs, pushing my skirt up. I looked down when his hands reached my hips and noticed he was already wearing a condom, so I slowly sank down onto him. It was slow and soft and pleasant, with little talking and a lot of heavy breathing. I dare say it was romantic, but in a casual way like we’d been in a relationship for a while and were comfortable with each other. I rested my hands on his shoulders as we rocked together. Soon, he was ready to finish, so he pulled out and began to jerk himself off. I got off his lap and kneeled between his legs and took his head into my mouth. He cursed (which was super hot) and came. I got up and gargled, then went into my room and started picking out an outfit. Ryan followed and asked what I was doing, and I told him I was getting ready for someone’s wedding.