Keitumetse and I drove into some pink house with a beautiful tree outside, and a neat garden. We then stepped out of the car.

“You live with your parents?” I asked.

“No, I’m renting this house,” she responded, laughing.

Instead of saying anything further, I looked at her and smiled. She really was independent. I was not used to that. Yes, I liked older girls, but maybe if they were two or three years older than me. She was ten years older than me, and honestly, I LIKED IT. We walked into the house, and it was spotlessly clean. We then sat in the lounge, and there were black leather couches there, a glass table in the middle, a soft carpet, and a huge flat screen TV stuck on the white wall.

After a while, Keitumetse brought a picnic basket to the lounge and asked me to help her remove the table. We then sat down on the puffy white carpet. I had taken off my shoes, and she had done the same thing too.

The basket considered of strawberries, cream, a black forest cake, non-alcoholic champagne, chocolates, mints, yoghurt, and an already made fruit salad. I had never thought I would ever feed or get fed strawberries by someone, but we fed each other, played games, and took lots and lots of pictures, which she quickly posted on her Facebook account.

“What?” Keitumetse asked when she saw the surprise on my face. “You thought I was in this for games? I’m down for you,” she added, smiling.

“I don’t know what to say,” I responded.

“Say you’ll love me, forever and always,” she said, and I nodded in response. “Mean it, promise me,” she added, staring at me.

“I’ll love you, and stay loyal to you,” I promised. She held up her pinkie finger, and I held up mine too. “Why did you have to buy non-alcoholic?” I asked, as we held up our fingers.

“I don’t drink. I smoke. And I don’t like a woman who smells of alcohol,” she responded honestly.

I nodded in response, and we stared at each other. At that moment, we kissed. Her lips were soft, and I could taste the strawberry and cream we had been feeding each other. I could also taste her lipstick and the non-alcoholic champagne. I was afraid to touch her, and I was afraid I would not be able to please nor satisfy her. She must have sensed my doubts, because she looked at me calmly.

“Are you okay with this?” she asked.

“I’m fine,” I responded, putting my lips on hers.

“I trust you,” she responded, and then laid down and spread her legs so I could get in between them.

I ran my hands ran over her smooth and delicate body. I then slipped off her shirt, and she slipped off mine. Before we knew it, we were both naked and making passionate love on the fluffy carpet. When we were done, the carpet was all wet with orgasm. She then lay in my arms, and suddenly I felt a hot drop of liquid land on my skin. I then brought her face up, and saw that she was crying.

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