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3rd June 2016
The party is good. A beautiful summer day, the best that Oslo can offer. William is enjoying his snobbish penthouse again, filling it with friends and friends of friends. European beer in small bottles. Bromance hooking with Chris for fun. Noora is around with her friends. Everything finally light and easy. Then Noora comes up between the dancing grow. She’s smiling to him, then pretending he’s not here. William knows well, that Noora is no party girl, and feels also himself getting tired of the hustle. He just wants to be with Noora. He texts it to her.
- We don’t have to be here. Do you want to go to your place?
- That’s not what I want. Noora answers right away.
- What do you want?
When William sees the answer, he stops breathing. He’s gaze is in one millisecond drawn right to Noora’s pale blue eyes. She does mean it.
William hands his half-empty beer to Marius standing next to him, without really seeing if he can catch it. William is only thinking of Noora, who wants to take back not only the flat, but also his bed. The blood pumping thick with adrenaline and testosterone. He takes Noora’s hand, and leads her into the apartment. Presses her back to the wall and kisses her hard, his muscles trembling. When William opens the door to his bedroom, he can’t first understand what he sees. Chris is lying on the bed, with Sara on top of him.
- Chris! Out!
- Broooo?! Chris moans as disappointed as William is. But the bed is William's.
- Out! Now! And out they go.
William pushes Noora on the bed.
- I know I should ask you, if you are ready for this. But now I give a shit about it.
Oh shit, that came out so wrong, it shouts in Williams head! Luckily Noora is as inpatient.
- Oh, shut up then! She says almost angrily.
William shuts up, and draws Noora’s blouse over her head, revealing her small breasts still covered with a white lace bra. Noora is young, fragile, and still so clear about what she wants. William takes of his own t-shirt, and next time they kiss, their skins are one.
Noora pushes William on his back.
- Let me!
William is gratefull. Things are going too fast. He is too eager, can’t think clear. When Noora’s small and unused hands take the lead, William can catch his breath and just let it happen. He has been pampered with girls admiring eyes, well aware of being the wet dream for many, many of them. And he has tasted from this table, he’s not inexperienced. Rumors still being much wider than the reality. He knows, that the talk has, that with him every girl comes. That’s not exactly true either. He of course wants the girls to enjoy themselves. He has always been a kind, considerate lover, finding ways to make his partner relax and have good time. Otherwise, what would be the point? But William has never had a girlfriend. He has never slept with a girl he loves. Whit a girl he knows, the way he knows Noora. Her smell familiar, reading the smallest emotions on her face, in her breath. William has never made love. And suddenly none of his experience has any relevance at this moment.
Noora kisses his chest. She looks in his eyes in between these light kisses, and William feels his heart burst. When Noora’s lips touch his stomach, he feels the fire in his groin building up. Noora start unbuttoning his jeans and William lifts his pelvis, so that she can get them and the boxers of him. His still waiting, letting her in charge. Noora undresses him and them herself. Only when she’s ready, she turns her attention to William’s dick, standing as hard as ever in between them. And then William remembers.
- There must be some condoms in the cupboard.
- I thought, you didn’t like condoms! Noora gives him the cutest smile.
- I was so stupid back then, I don’t want to be irresponsible anymore.
William’s cheeks burn with embarrassment. How could he have been such an asshole, telling perfectly nice girls he didn’t like condoms, and that they should just put up with that??
- Actually, we don’t need to. I went to see Dr. Skrulle, when I knew I wanted this to happen. Unless, of course, if you did sleep with lots of random girls during Russetid?
- No, no, no I haven’t! Nobody since Vilde last autumn.
- You haven’t? I promise, I won’t tell anybody. Would destroy your image.
- I don’t care much about that…
Noora moves her gaze back to William’s dick, and he feels that this alone makes him to explode. She takes it her small hands and examines it with curiosity really. The skin is soft, while all the blood inside makes it so hard, so strong. The drop of fluid already visible. Noora wipes the droplet with her finger, studies its viscous and slippery character. Then she licks her fingers, and this gesture is again enough the make William stop breathing.
- This tastes really good. Noora says whit a wondering voice.
Then she suddenly bends forward, and licks the rest of the drop from the top of William’s dick.
- Don’t! You have to stop! Please!
- What do you like then? Noora asks wrinkling her forehead.
- It’s not that. I love it. I won’t last long today. I won’t last at all if you keep doing that. Actually, it’s my turn now.
- Okey then. Show me what you can, fuckboy. Her smile takes of the edge of her sassy words.
William turns Noora on her back. He lays on his side, right next to her, and lets his hands just lightly touch her skin. Striking over small breasts, the nipples hard under his palm. He kisses her slowly, examining her mouth with his. His hand is now in between Noora’s legs, opening her folds. William is almost scared of how wet she is. Usually girls are a bit tense. He needs to make them relax, and only then he can start working on the arousal part. William remembers again, how alien the situation is for him. He knows next to nothing about girlfriends and being in love. Noora is not a virgin, nor is she a prude. She’s not experienced. Only had sex once a couple of years ago. The sex itself probably was not a bad experience, but the aftermath with that asshole boyfriend destroyed so much. So much William had to repair, before Noora could trust anyone again. William can also see why he was Noora’s last choice. Why she was so angry. He has been behaving just like that asshole, whit other girls. It’s so embarrassing.
Now Noora has been waiting for this, has initiated this. She is hot and wet and eager. So eager, William forgets all about his shame. He lets his fingers inside her, spreading the slippery wetness on her clit whit light touches. Noora shivers, eyes closed, concentrating on every sensation. William can feel her unsteady breath. Small sights slipping between her lips. She starts moving her hips, pressing herself against his hand.
- Take me now, William!