Our first kiss started nervously, but grew with frightening intensity, our tongues wildly exploring each other. The kiss seemed to last forever, but we broke briefly to catch our breath. We leaned hard into each other arms and tongues intertwined as our passion mounted, then threw ourselves unceremoniously into the back seat. My hands explored his hard chest, then under his shirt so I could tweak his nipples. He rolled on top of me and our legs braced tightly as we writhed and kissed. I could feel his hardness in his jeans exciting me further and I instinctively pushed hard up against him. His hands slipped under my top and caressed my boobs causing me to moan loudly under his gentle touch. Then another hand slid up my open thighs to my special place, and it was then that I realised it was all happening too fast and I was losing control.
“No Steve, stop, please stop.” I whispered pushing him away.
He did stop and he looked down at me with concern, “Hey Jen, I’m sorry.”
I smiled up at him and stroked his cheek, “Don’t be sorry, it’s all a bit fast, that’s all. I’m kinda new at this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I haven’t gone all the way, well even part of the way.” I replied. “So just go slow, okay?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
I giggled, “Want you stop? Hell no, I want you to keep going but a little slower.”
Steve just looked at me and I realised that the moment of passion had been broken; I lifted my top and bra over my boobs and smiled cheekily.
“You can play with these if you want.”
His grin returned and his wandering hands began to explore my boobs, and my nipples quickly hardened under his touch. I playfully pulled his face into my cleavage and hugged him tightly as his hands began to explore. His warm lips quickly found my nipples and for the next hour or so I enjoyed the pleasure of my boobs being licked and caressed. It was all very nice, my top soon removed completely and my boobs free and easy. I could feel the rigid excitement in his jeans but I ignored it on the basis it was our first date and I wasn’t too sure how far I should go. When Steve dropped me off that night, he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. My responding kiss cemented the beginning of our relationship.
Our subsequent dates became more dangerous, for I was just as excited and curious about sex as Steve. My top was always quickly removed and I allowed his hands to wander more freely over my body. I had taken to wearing short skirts so that my panties were more accessible, at first I would only let him touch me on the outside but that only lasted a short time. I was soon enjoying his probing fingers under my panties deep in my wetness. Later dates I let him slip my panties down to my knees, but that was it. The problem was that even at the tender age of eighteen I was very sexual and could masturbate myself to easy orgasms with or without my plastic toy. My panties at knee height prevented any temptation of my legs from opening too far, and the truth was that I didn’t trust myself to not go all the way. I had no inclination of losing my virginity in the back seat of Steve’s car for my first time was surely more deserving than that. But to keep Steve happy, content and hungry for me, I became the skilled provider of many hand jobs enjoying the power I had over his throbbing manhood. Most nights I returned home with sticky fingers, but at least my man was satisfied. The problem was that both of us wanted to go all the way and our impatience and frustration was growing fast. It was a battle that I was struggling to control, and like most other young couples in love, we were together as much as possible.
It was around this time that my prudent mother accompanied me to our family doctor to inquire about the contraceptive pill. Any embarrassing pleas of innocence fell on deaf ears, my mother quite rightly suggesting that I was soon going to be in mortal danger, if I wasn’t already. I squirmed in my chair as our friendly but firm female doctor gave me a long lecture on STD’s accompanied by a few gruesome photos. I got the gist of that message quite quickly. The main thing was that I was soon going to be safe from pregnancy, not insignificant when you consider I had no intention of using a condom on my big day.
Not long after the doctors visit, my brother John was going out of town on a weekend tennis tournament and you can imagine my ears pricking up when my parents suggested that they might go too. It was also most fortunate that one of my girlfriends was having her seventeenth birthday party on that weekend. I asked if I could stay home so that I could attend the party, my dad said it was fine with him. My mum however, looked over at me with knowing eyes, for she could read my mind like a book. But at least she did say that I could stay home.
I now had a date that I could give myself to Steve and I began to plan how it might go. After telling Steve about my parents going away the following weekend, I put him on rations. Kissing was okay, but no fooling around which was hard for both of us. We both agreed no masturbating in private, which I confess to not quite managing in the lead up. My plan was for us to do the deed on Saturday night, but I guess I was still a little naive.
Less than thirty minutes after my parents and my brother John left on that Friday night, Steve’s car was hidden from our neighbours in our garage. I was foolishly clad only in a short skirt, a top and pair of panties when Steve arrived. The intention was to just slip into a pair of shoes and heading out to grab a burger. But the only thing I slipped into was Steve’s arms seconds after he walked into the door.
Such was our lust; I was easily led away from the door. Wrapped in each others arms and lips fully engaged we staggered into the lounge and gently fell onto the couch. His body slipped between my willing thighs and I trapped him with my legs just in case might want to escape my clutches. For some time we were content to kiss knowing full well what was about to happen, our kisses long and passionate as our excitement grew. I pushed up against his hardness and brazenly rubbed myself up and down. His hand slipped up my skirt to my damp panties and I sighed loudly as he slowly and lovingly caressed me just how I liked. Eventually I took my lover’s head in my hands and looked up at him.
“Shall we go up to my room?”
“What about a burger first.” he asked with a stupid smirk.
I laughed, for a burger was now the last thing on our minds. Seconds later I walked up the stairs towards my bedroom the last time as a virgin, my heart divided between my love for Steve and sexual excitement. I closed the door behind us and drew the curtains from prying eyes. I then stepped to my handsome Steve and kissed him briefly.
“Would you like to take my clothes off?” I asked.
I lifted my arms so that my top could be removed leaving my breasts bare for his appraisal. I smiled as his eyes feasted upon me, his lust obvious by the bulge in his jeans. I leaned into him and kissed him gently, his fingers soon finding the zip on the back of my skirt which quickly dropped to the floor.
“Let me look at you.” he asked easing back to arms length.
I shuddered in pride as his eyes ravaged me for many seconds; I loved the way my body held him spellbound.
“I love you.” he whispered.
I giggled. Reaching down to the bulge in his jeans I gave it a tickle with my forefinger, “I can see that.”
“No, I mean I really love you.” he reiterated.
I stepped forward and kissed him, “I know you love me, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. And I love you too.”
Steve knelt before me, his face level with my panties. I pulled his face into me and shuddered at the touch of his warm skin on mine. His wet tongue slipped between my thighs and gently caressed me for a few seconds. I impatiently slipped my thumb under the elastic of my panties and slowly eased the front down so he could see my pussy, then took a wider stance to allow him a better look. I then let the elastic go just to keep him eager. With little shuffles I moved backwards to my bed and lowered myself to the covers. Steve frantically ripped his tee shirt over his head while kicking his shoes off proving that males can multi task if they really want to.
Steve lay back on the bed as I undid his buckle and top button. We both giggled as I tried to undo his zip over his substantial erection and in the end he had to hold it flat against his navel before I could get it all the way down. He raised his bum from the bed as I pulled his jeans down and his erection sprung free as his briefs slid down with them. I discarded his jeans to the floor and then ran my hand slowly up his thighs to his hard cock. I felt proud that I could make it stand high in the air.
It was the first time I’d had seen Steve completely nude and his cock in all its splendour, hand jobs cramped up in the back seat of a car didn’t do it justice. It stood perfectly straight like a ruler, the circumcised head a little wider than the shaft, the glands below a little lighter in colour. He sighed deeply as my hand encompassed its girth which still left inches above and below, and I felt a little apprehension for the first time. While I had played with his erect manhood many times and had become well accustomed to it size in my hands, I was now going to let him slide it inside me.
Steve rolled me over onto my back and I opened my legs willingly to allow him on top of me. I felt the hardness of his cock against my pussy, only the thin material of my panties denying him success.
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