I laid down on his bed, his dark blue sheets felt nice against my bare back. The sheets did not have the stiff sterile feel of hotel room linens, instead it brought back a curious sense of home. His pillow, behind me, still smelled of him, or more precisely the fruity scent of Ganier. I watched as he struggled to remove his clothes, almost tripping as he stepped out of his shorts. He paused and looked at me. Instinctively I closed my legs, hiding my privates from his direct line of sight. Was it shyness? Perhaps, but I was stark naked and completely exposed. Perhaps I thought that a show of modesty would ease his nerves a bit.
We had been dating for a few months now and things were progressing at a slower than expected pace, physically speaking that is. Sure we would make out and he would cop a feel every now and then, but weeks passed before he finally lifted my shirt off and sucked on my boobs. I took complete advantage of his bold step forward and with a bit of coaching he could really get me going, but I needed a bit more, something a tad lower, below my waist line.
I remember the night he finally worked up the nerve to show himself to me; He was stiffer than a surfboard, with a swollen head that looked as if it would explode. It completely jerked when I touched it. Not the typical little twitch, but his little guy jumped. Probably could have lifted a kettlebell if it was tied to him. This guy was truly a virgin in all senses. I was his first tongue in mouth kiss afterall. Taking him into my mouth triggered a series of seizures. Yes, he came almost instantly. It was then, whether out of obligation of reciprocity or not, he went down on me. With a bit of coaching, he took to eating pussy quite well.
To be fair, it was actually kind of nice not to have a guy just jump on top and start riding me, or push me down for a blowjob. He was a tentative one, but there was one thing he seemed to really enjoy, especially right after I showered. He loved the taste of me and loved to eat me out. What a pleasant surprise. As soon as he was comfortable with his skills, he was downtown whenever I would let him. He would, without fail, give me that long sought after orgasm no matter how long it took. A part of me was completely satisfied, knowing that having him inside of me would most likely never produce the same results. Another part of me wanted so badly to be his first, and I knew he wanted to give that to me. He was just always so nervous.
Then one night, with the help of some alcohol, the absence of my roomies, another satisfying orgasm while devouring me, he said it . . . “I think I’m ready.” All I could do was smile as he slid off the bed.
He stood there for a moment in total silence, almost no expression on his face. I admit, there was a bit of fear that started to form in my gut. Would he change his mind? But then he whispered “dessert time.’ He picked me up and carried me to the bed.
So where were we? Yes, he had just slipped off his shirt. He was at full salute and nothing could hide his intentions. Not sure why he chose to leave his shirt for last, but it was nice to see his body revealed to me as if unwrapping a gift. His bouncing member, his surfer abs, yes he was sucking in, his tan chest, shoulders and finally his face. When he threw the shirt to the floor he hopped on to the bed like a kid jumping into the front row seat of a rollercoaster.
It was kind of cute, but as soon as he landed he appeared lost. I spread my legs and reached out my hands. He nervously crawled to me. I kept waving him closer until I could grasp his arms. Only then could I effectively guide him to me. But he used his knees to brace himself and prevent me from pulling him closer.
No matter, he was close enough, his body hovering over mine and his face just within reach. I leaned towards him and kissed his lips. I could tell he was not ready, wanting, yes, but definitely scared of what might happen next. Was it fear that stalled him? I smiled and kissed him again, slower, with a bit of tongue and finesse, trying to bring him into the moment. He finally relaxed and greeted my tongue with his.
Even with this breakthrough, I knew he wasn’t going to make the first move, so I arched my back into him. When our bodies touched, he shuddered like he had just stepped into the cold surf on a winter morning. Immediately I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his body down to mine. I could feel him tremble, the hundreds of butterflies in his stomach took flight throughout his body.
I kissed him again and looked into his eyes. With my legs wrapped around him, I guided him to me. I thought it would be more romantic to blindly find the target, but we missed. I giggled, he did a little gasp. Without hesitating, I adjusted my hips and went for it again, pulling with my legs. I was so wet already, that when I felt the tip hit the right spot, it didn’t take much for him to slide inside.
He had a look of surprise, then relief, then something only to be described like someone tasting ice cream for the first time. I was caught off guard as chills swept through me. It was his first, not mine, yet I was the giddy one. I could feel him; his length, his width, the little twitches, I imagined where he was as I looked down below my belly. I placed my hands on my lower abs just to show him where he was inside. I think he liked that little gesture.
I so wanted him to look at me as he gave me his virginity, but he lowered himself down on top of me, burying his head into the crook of my neck instead. I placed my hand softly against the back of his head, and with the other caressed his back. He was finally inside of me. I couldn’t believe it. I mean, I never thought we would get here. In a way, I felt a hint of guilt, leading this innocent boy down this path. One that he would never travel again, but one that he allowed me to go with him on.
It’s always an amazing feeling having someone inside. I fully felt his presence, but it wasn’t a porn moment, one where something huge just penetrated me, stretching me to my limits, teetering between pleasure and pain. It was simply; nice and pleasurable. Felt good to have him skin to skin, the heat of his breath caressing my neck, the light tremble that told me he was still anxious.
I waited for the next move. My legs relaxed and parted, they had done their job to bring him to me. Now they were open, waiting for him. That’s when he shifted his arms, and lifted himself above me. His face was now in front of me. I grabbed his head with my hands and pulled to me for a kiss. His hips moved and thrust into me. Wow that felt nice. Feeling him move inside.
We kissed for a bit more and then I laid back down and watched him. His face looked a bit tense. I could tell he was close and I just wanted him to let it go and not try to be the hero and last as long as he could. Not like it would make a difference, his body was already tensing up.
“Oh God.” He grunted and with a final thrust he pressed into me. I could feel him cumming, almost like a sinking submarine that kept breaching its seals as it dove into my depths. I was not close to my own, but that was fine as I could focus on the sensation of him exploding inside of me, gasping, eyes closed, arms straining, hips flexing and pushing each time he came. I got to watch him cum, orgasm, gift his virginity to me.
With one last breath and thrust it was over. I knew he wouldn’t last long. It was his first time with a girl and what boy isn’t quick their first time? Even so, I wasn’t disappointed. It felt so good while it lasted and with him still inside of me, now fully resting on me, breathing as if he had just run a marathon, heart pounding and his skin now moist with sweat, he was mine. What more could I ask for? A second round? Maybe, but not right now. I just wanted to enjoy this.
