The After One Night
[Convinced?]

The taxi stopped right in Cheryl's basement and Storm's basement. Well, both of them do live in the same elite residence.

The storm paid for the cab and then got out of the car with his face turned on. Cheryl followed down, then ran to align her steps with the large legs of the Storm that began to enter an elevator.

In front of the entrance they immediately encountered a vertical transportation tool that was immediately open and empty.

Ting ... The elevator door closed.

Cheryl was astounding, her eyes flashing as she looked at the Storm's face from the side, she leaned her back against the surface of the elevator wall, enjoying this beauty. Rarely does the Storm want an elevator with him despite living in the same apartment.

"Don't look at me like that!" The storm wrenched a slashing glint at Cheryl.

"Just staring, don't care to have a coke, so where's the fault? Doesn't everyone have human rights? Including staring at something admired." Refuse Cheryl.

The storm turned the eyeballs then walked up to the girl. Cheryl smiled as the two Storm hands were on the left and right sides of her arms.

For the first time, he has a fairly thin closeness with the young man of his dreams, Cheryl's heart pounding so fast that the saliva down to the throat so smoothly.

The storm bowed a little. "You sure you don't want to have me?" His whisper. Accidental Storm toyed with this stalker girl.

"Cheryl's pretty self-conscious, Cheryl's not your type." Connect Cheryl. And the Storm only smiled.

The storm realized something certain, this second he knew that the beauty of a Cheryl looks dominant after being watched closely.

Cheryl is beautiful with her blue eyes, nose, red lips, especially the size of the cheeks that fit, not too penetrating nor too thin.

Cheryl has a height that fits, not short but not too high, which is in the mind of the Storm is a sexy body Cheryl is comfortable to embrace.

The bead of his eyes slightly down looked at the two twin hills that were spouting beautiful hemispheres there, smooth white and well-groomed enough.

"Have you ever dated?" The storm asked in a soft whispering voice.

Cheryl is nervous, this is the first time the Storm has ever considered itself to exist and so friendly. "Not yet." Her nudge.

The storm was eroding the distance between them. I don't know where the residents of this apartment went, why no one took the elevator and saved Cheryl's heartbeat.

"Are there no other young men you admire besides me?" Ask Storm. His face was more parallel, even the breaths of the two collided with each other.

"Nothing." Cheryl's starting to stammer.

Cheryl's breath smells like a toddler. A normal male storm, of course he had quite a high curiosity towards a beautiful girl like this. For years he ignored Cheryl, out of nowhere the wind was able to make himself melt to make peace.

"You sure you'll never pounce on me? Even though I'm in front of you like this?" A little grin rose in the corner of the Storm's lips.

Cheryl closed her eyes after quite comfortably sighing the breath of her dream young man. He wanted to be uninspired, because he realized the Storm never liked him.

"You sure you don't wanna kiss me, hmm?"

"I-i." Stammered, Cheryl tried to suppress her awkwardness. His chest rose and fell, the roar of breathing began to tumble, his youthful turmoil and passion dominating himself.

The storm choked small. "Have you never kissed?" Ask.

"Not yet."

The storm whispered in the ear. "I give it free if you want."

The next second Cheryl opened her eyes, her gaze directed to the sensual lips of the Storm.

Bag was bewitched by the fragrance of the candy that Storm swallowed earlier, Cheryl pressed her lips against the lips of the handsome young man.

The storm broke Cheryl's kiss. He stared intently at the girl's blue netra. "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"N-no."

"But you're shaking." The storm was made curious until the palpation of his hands reached the little belly of the girl. "Aren't you afraid I'd want you?"

"N-no." Whether a demon is possessed, Cheryl is comfortable with a gentle touch that feels foreign to her body.

The storm played its hand, rubbing and tickling Cheryl's slender waist. "You haven't even kissed, what if it turns out I want more of this."

The storm slipped his hand in and touched something he shouldn't touch.

Cheryl looked up, the roar of breath making the curiosity of the Storm even higher. "I admit you're beautiful. But you're too innocent for me."

"Ah." Cheryl can't hold back her sigh. Down there the Storm's fingers have been fiddling with something very sensitive.

Cheryl put both her tiny hands on the nape of the Storm's neck. He increased his legs to easily grab the lips of the handsome young man.

Storm's retreat. He took his hand off Cheryl's. Her lips smiled bitterly at Cheryl's disappointed face.

"You're not my type." The storm came out of the elevator after the door opened on the floor of their unit.

Cheryl dimmed her face. His slow steps followed the Storm out and then walked towards the door of his apartment unit. The feeling of love that he had long held high now managed to throw himself far away.

"Stalkers!"

The sound of the Storm made Cheryl turn her head, instantly her eyes were rounded as the handsome young man grabbed her nape to put their two lips together.

The storm closed its eyes enjoying every taste so warm. His hand opened the door of his apartment. Then, the next second the Storm pulled Cheryl's body into her apartment.

Lip-wrestling is still happening, and Cheryl greedily follows the romance game Storm. Maybe Storm was just joking when he said he wasn't the ideal type. The proof, the Storm so enjoy every second of this exciting togetherness.

"God." Cheryl was sitting on the sofa when she was unable to resist the storm's body attack that then overcame her.

"Chery."

"Hmm?" The two stared at each other passionately. It's crazy stuff, and totally crazy for Cheryl's life. The first time he got a response from the Storm, until he easily gave up his first kiss.

"Go home. I'm afraid to pounce on you."

The storm moved from its position. He sat down while telling the innocent girl to leave. At least, before his youthful passion re-boiled.

"I like you Storm. Loved you. And I want to be your girlfriend." Cheryl touched the Storm's arm.

The young man looked. Cheryl's ayu face is quite capable of breaking down the arrogant attitude that blocks her desires, she knows this feeling will not be more than the desire of one night only. For years admired the Storm never wanted to glance at the girl.

"Go home or I'll do something terrible to you." Banish her.

"I don't have a problem."

Storms frowning. "You sure you're not afraid of me hmm? Are you sure you want to do it with me? You sure you want it too?"

Cheryl was happy to only get this kind of eye look. What else if until their skin comes back in contact. Cheryl had long dreamed of this.

"I'm sure I want you." The storm again grabbed Cheryl's lips after getting a nod to the girl's head.

This is the mortal world, the beauty is so felt when the devil becomes part of the party of the teenagers. Cheryl's sigh sounded melodious even making a Storm of opium.