1. The Ride - Part 1 - Chapter 1-6


    Date: 7/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Authoritarian, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, First Time, Romance, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: lurtsi, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    British English: This does not have instant sex, large parts of it is not sexually related at all. Excuse typos and similar as I don't have anyone to fault proof my writing. I have split it in to short chapters as to indicate a change in scene or in time. The format is not optimal, that is how it was when I copied it from Word, I will try to improve it for the next part. This is a purely fictional piece, if people in the story draw resemblance to characters in real life it is purely unintentional and as a result of them having had an impact on me. Please do not copy this work to any other sites or republish it. Chapter 1 I was standing at the platform in the city where I lived, feeling the hard ground underneath me and the cold air burning in my lounges. The time was almost midnight, but the train should have been there half an hour ago. Being Norway, it was freezing cold, even though it was in the middle of the summer, but it was all worth it. I was waiting for a train to come, obviously. I was waiting for my dream to come. For the girl. Not any girl. The Girl. Capital letters. The girl that I had unparalleled feelings for, feelings that I had never felt towards anyone else, not before, and now, not after. I guess I should start by saying something about me: I live in Norway, born and brought up here, there I live with my parents while studying. I am kind of a geek/nerd and have a need to know something about everything, so you can imagine, your typical lecturer in class. I ...
    am about 175 cm (5 feet and 9 inches for you sadists who like that measurement), short brown hair with brown eyes (standing a bit out from the Norwegian blondie-crowd), skinny, some muscle showing, but mostly due to the complete lack of fat. I had met her on the Internet, on a language exchange site, just chatting in text. It had moved quickly from there, after two months of talking, we had started talking about meeting. You see, she lived in Italy. I know, most people, and I expect you to think so as well, that it is strange to fall in love over the internet; I did too. But you really don’t realise that it is possible before it happens. Meeting took time, from the time we started talking about it, it took about three months for us to finally decide. The summer was perfect, and I had finally convinced her to let me pay part of the cost, which she had, at first, denied, selfless as she was. My thoughts were interrupted by a squeaking sound, the recognisable sound of a train breaking. I felt my heart jump, and my pulse raised like I had just been out running. The train came to a halt at the station, and for a few seconds it seemed like nothing happened, the longest seconds in my life. Then, the doors started springing up, and people poured out. However, I couldn’t see her. I knew her appearance very well, from our endless Skype conversations of staring at her over the past months. Her frame was thin and fragile, maybe 50 kg and standing at around 165 cm. She had the cutest face ...
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