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Asshole.
     
    “I don’t care if your legs remind me of a yeti.  I just want to be close to you.”
     
    He moved me off his lap and stood holding out his hand for me to take, which I did.  Mitchell led me upstairs to his bedroom and I sat on the edge of the bed.  There were candles around the room and Mitchell took his time to light each one and then came back and sat next to me on the bed.
     
    “Dana we really don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”
     
    I was nervous but that was more to do with the fact that Mitchell Grayson was about to see me naked with hairy legs than anything else.  I had a decent body although my boobs weren’t big like Mills’ or even Saz’s.  Lana said that anything more than handful was too much and a waste.  Easy for her to say, she had a natural cleavage that women paid thousands for to get.  I regrouped my thoughts and turned to Mitchell taking his face in both my hands.  I leaned in slowly to kiss him and when I did I did it gently then leaned back and smiled, hoping he would understand that the kiss meant let’s do this.  When he returned my smile and gently laid me down on his bed I took that as a yes he had understood.  Mitchell was careful with me.  He removed my clothing and kissed everywhere that his hands touched from underneath my chin, to my collarbone and down the middle of chest.  When he reached the waistband of my jeans he looked up at me to make sure I was still wanting this to happen.  When I nodded he came back up to kiss me and then undid the button.  His lips stayed on mine while his hand delved under my thong and into my folds that were by now dripping.  Give God thanks for small mercies that I always keep my lower hedge landscaped or I could have been in for double the embarrassment.
     
    “God you’re so wet Dana, is this all for me? Tell me it’s all for me.”
     
    “It’s all for you Mitchell.  Only you.”
     
    Mitchell moved himself so he was over me fully and removed my jeans.  He then covered my body with his while removing my thong at the same time.  I pulled up my left leg so he had better access and he used it to push in one finger.
     
    “Tell me if I hurt you Dana.”  His breathing had become heavy and he was watching what he was doing with his hands.  He added another finger and thrust while he returned to kissing me.  Although I had had sex with other guys, they were more of an experiment after losing my virginity because I’d never orgasmed.  I’d lost my virginity to Nigel Wooward on his bunk bed that he shared with his seven year old little brother when I was fourteen.  Needless to say it was bloody awful.  There was no foreplay and Nigel was BIG for his age.  That was a type of friction burn that I never wanted to experience ever again.  What Mitchell was doing was building a tension so heavy that I could feel myself soaking his fingers and my own legs.  Mitchell pulled his fingers out and I sighed at the loss.  I heard him tear open a foil packet and felt his arm move to put the condom on.  When he moved back over me he brushed away some of my hair that had come into my face and kissed my forehead, then my nose, my cheeks and then finally my chin.  He eased himself into me slowly and began to move.  His moves seemed planned like he was doing his best not to lose control and to make sure he didn’t hurt me while giving me pleasure at the same time.  I appreciated his tentativeness but I wanted something a little more exciting.  I’m no sex expert but between the Ollie Reynold’s pencil penis, Johnny Taylor’s too big of a penis and Tyson Morris’ non existent penis, I had learnt a couple of things.  I flipped Mitchell over so I was on top and eased myself down his shaft and began to ride him.  His low groan told me that he liked this movement.  The noise from my ass slapping against his thighs urged me on and within minutes we were both coming.  I had finally experienced an orgasm and my