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I was determined to lose my virginity.
He shrugged it off. He had pulled the B shift this week. It was his first night on this duty. He sat at the nurse's station, going over the charts, making notes.
He looked up, startled, hearing singing. A soft voice, singing a popular song. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if someone had set an alarm clock to make him get the willies. He shrugged it off, and kept reading the charts. It wasn't long until he heard a soft voice call to him. "Jarred, I need your help, please." He almost fell over in the chair he was sitting in. He didn't know who had spoken to him.
He took a deep breath, blew it out, and began walking down the hallway. He stopped in front of Mia's room. The moon was shining through the window, the moonlight playing on the black silk of the comforter. Making it seem to ripple. He began to turn away when he heard a voice, "Jarred, stay, please." He gasped loudly. In the dim light, he could see her eyes shining with a silver light. She smiled at him, and he felt weak. "Come to me." She raised an arm, and beckoned to him. He held his breath, wondering at his loss of control over his actions. The door somehow closed softly behind him. The click of the lock was audible. His feet moved across the carpet of their own volition. Suddenly, he was standing at the edge of the bed. Her eyes glowing silver light, mesmerizing him. She took his hand, and suddenly he was transported to another place.
Silver and blue lights played over all surfaces. Standing in front of him, was Mia, she was naked. Her skin was flawless; her breasts were large, firm. Her body tapered to a narrow waist then flared again into beautiful hips, extending into long lean legs. "I want you Jarred. Now." Her lips were red, moist, her tongue darting out to lick them.
She pushed him gently; he fell down onto something soft. His clothes began to fall off of him. It didn't seem as if she was touching him, but how else would his clothes leave his body? She stared into his eyes, never closing them as she kissed him deeply, dancing with his tongue to a tune that was as ancient as time itself. Her hands fluttered across his body, sending electrical current through him.
Her lips traveled down his body, biting, licking kissing, sucking on every available surface. When she took him into her mouth, he almost screamed at the pleasure of it. It felt as if she were fire and ice at the same time, as she sucked on him. Her tongue slipped around his dick, drawing from him bead after bead of cum. She cupped his balls in one hand and with the other; she slipped it under him and gently slipped it into his ass as she probed for his prostate. He watched her face as she sucked him off. Her eyes, closed, her lips pursed perfectly, her head bobbing up and down. The sensation she was creating between her lips, tongue, teeth, hands, fingers was overwhelming. He shuddered as he shot into her throat, and groaned as he felt her swallow, sucking him dry. She continued to suck on him, not wanting him to go soft.
He became aware that his hands were buried in her luxuriant tresses.